When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1238 The Royal Court's Battle Plan

"Gentlemen of the Northern Route Army, you've come all the way from the Roaring Corridor. You must be tired." Placing her hands on her thighs, Serfaye's expression returned to one of compassion and maternal love. "Let's talk about the situation in the Northern Frontier first."

As the top leader of the Northern Route Army, Shanluan straightened his collar before standing up.

As a cannibal, he was one of the few who could express his opinions clearly.

"Your Majesty, most of the humans, centaurs, and dwarves in the Roaring Corridor region have submitted, but there is still a small group causing trouble."

They even formed an alliance through the mediation of Grand Duke Alexei and the Holy Way.

Many of the Blood Pact Gun parts delivered this month have been damaged by them.

Stealing a glance at Serfaye's expression, Schruan licked his lips and made a sighing face.

"The Roaring Corridor is a barren place, all grassland. The soldiers are running out of food and supplies. And the central army..."

A northern vampire suddenly coughed, interrupting him: "In short, it's difficult to completely take over the northern frontier in the short term."

Serfaye didn't reply, but just looked at Lacunio.

Lacunio felt countless red eyes staring at him, like thorns in his back: "Our troop losses are too great, and reinforcements are still on their way. After all, we are on an expedition."

The soldiers were listless, complaining that the ground was covered in ice and blood, and that they wanted to go home.

This was something he and Shanluan had agreed upon; there were things Shanluan could say but couldn't, and things he could say but Shanluan couldn't.

Besides, he was partly responsible for the soldiers' discontent, so he had to speak out even if it was risky.

The room fell silent immediately after he said that.

The vampires from the North all had their heads down, but you could see their taut shoulders.

This was a pent-up complaint, finally voiced through the fictional soldiers in Lacunio's mouth.

Serfaye tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the throne, saying nothing, but simply tilting his chin to the right: "What about the Southern Army? Any news from Leia?"

Leading the Southern Route Army was Camilla Soledo, head of the Second Mission.

She stood up briskly, her voice clear and bright: "Your Majesty, there's new news from Leia's side. King Gigi has ascended the throne again."

Serfaye raised an eyebrow.

The situation in Leia changed with the fall of Windmill Country.

Duke Omes fled, and King Gigi, after marrying Charles VIII's cousin, ascended the throne again.

It seems that due to the powerful enemy of vampires, coupled with the internal and external troubles of recent years, a reformist force has emerged within the Leia nobility.

King Gigi was a master of political balancing; he reportedly took in many veteran French musketeers and began training a new army.

As for where the money came from, it was because he once again launched a heavy attack on the nobles.

Duke Omes's actions were a chaotic affair; the land was acquired by nobles and oligarchic merchants who wanted recognition.
We had to go to King Gigi and pay the money again.

In addition, King Gigi even started a "land grab" on the river island.

This means providing land to bandit knights, vagrants, and deserters, and then registering them in the household register.

Moreover, this household registration system is similar to the farm knight system of Moriat, which is a lifelong, non-hereditary knightly estate.

Moreover, the manor is managed by a steward assigned by the state, and the knight himself does not participate in land management.

As for where the land came from—after several major upheavals, a lot of abandoned farmland appeared on the river island.

Although it wasn't unclaimed, he couldn't care less about that now.

Under the management of King Gigi, the nearly collapsed river island has miraculously revived and is now teeming with life.

“This Genigis is quite a talent.” Serfaye rested his chin on his right hand, seemingly making a casual remark, but it made Lacunio’s heart tighten involuntarily.

“The situation with Fran and the Holy Alliance is uncertain; Leia is notoriously weak.” Samuel couldn’t help but volunteer, “Your Majesty, I am willing to send troops; I will…”

“Semuge,” Serfaye’s voice was kind yet authoritative, “Summer is approaching, the sun is too strong and the days too long, which is not conducive to our actions.”

Samuel, ever the obedient one, immediately sat back down in his original seat.

"Is it alright to postpone the Southern Route Army's plan until autumn?" Serfaye continued to ask.

Camilla nodded immediately: "No problem, we need time to replenish our ranks anyway."

Serfaye nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Valerius.

Valerius was a gaunt vampire who wore a maroon robe in the style of a governor and belonged to the Thetis family.

He spoke first, his voice tinged with caution: "Your Majesty, the governance of Windmill Land is progressing well. The security in several cities, including Dam City and Gewu City, has been stabilized. It's just... the Black Legion is a bit of a problem."

The Black Legion is a big problem.

As the vampires slaughtered the remaining refugees, they either fled in terror to the Farron region or joined the Black Legion.

The apostle army launched several sieges, but they were all driven back each time, with even the regular vampire army participating on one occasion.

They also formed a small navy called the Sea Beggars.

Every day, they operated their fast-moving small merchant ships, attacking the royal fleet and causing considerable trouble for the royal court.

Serfaye rested his chin on his hand, his gaze seemingly fixed on the distance, and remained silent.

Those who know her well know that she is deep in thought, and no one dares to disturb her.

"The Black Legion must be eradicated at any time; we cannot afford not to." After a moment, seemingly having made a decision, Servais sat up straight. "Valelius, I'll give you two delegations and transfer 5000 men from the Northern Army. Can you remove this thorn in my side?"

Valerius perked up. Two royal guard regiments and one regular regiment—how could they not be taken down?
He immediately stood up, bowed, and said, "Yes, sir."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall had eased a bit, Serfaye ordered some black tea to be served so that everyone could relax.

However, Serfaye did not want to waste any time during this gap.

"I have some good news to share." She spoke as if it were something trivial, but it made all the vampires present tense up. "The three flesh furnaces on our home planet have been completed. Starting next month, we can begin mass-producing blood gunners."

My plan is to expand the mission by two to four more to replenish the losses in Xianshidian and Northern Frontier.

These words immediately caused a stir in the hall.

The eyes of the commanders of the Anemo faction, such as Cataloni and Samuel, lit up.

More Lilith's Blood means more Blood Gunners, allowing their troops to advance to the next level.

The governors of several clans in the north and south quietly lowered their heads and gripped the armrests of their chairs tightly.

Something terrible has happened. It's a huge disaster.

Isn't it obvious? If they lose, they might lose their army to Serfaye.

However, if their own troops fight too hard and suffer too many losses, they might be incorporated into the royal court and added to the new mission.

At that time, he, as the clan leader, would be left with no one to command.

A stubborn mind leads to blockage in both ends.

Serfaye observed their reactions without changing his smile: "The soldiers of the new mission will be selected from the royal court, not drawn from the existing troops."

The governors visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and even Valerius himself nodded slightly.

“Alright, the next two tasks are just two things.” Serfaye stood up, his purple robes fluttering in the blood mist. “First, have Clara oversee the potion of happiness and spread it throughout Golden Horn Bay and the cities of Leia, the more the better, to wear down humanity’s will to resist.”

Second, Valerius and the Northern Army should cooperate to quickly encircle and annihilate the Black Legion. Before we send troops into the Empire, let's clean up our backyard first.

She walked to the center of the hall and glanced at everyone: "When autumn comes, we will take down Leia and join forces with the Northern Route Army."

Then they marched south to Fran, annexed the Holy Alliance, and turned the entire empire into a vampire colony.

Please believe in the will of the Eternal Lord; that day is not far off.

"Yes, sir!" Everyone stood up, half-kneeling on the ground, their voices in unison.

After the meeting, the vampires left the sailboat hall one after another.

Valerius walked last, leaning on his whalebone staff, and glanced back.

A purple robe trailed to the ground as the priest king Serfaye stood in the center of the hall, still deep in thought.

Her face was as smooth as an egg, and her hair was as beautiful as a golden waterfall.

If it weren't for the withered skin of Governor Slanrica at his feet, this scene would be a masterpiece of oil painting beauty.

The old vampire suddenly became curious.

Serfaye is so young, he clearly has plenty of time to slowly conquer the empire, why is he always in such a hurry?
She's not human; she only has a lifespan of a few decades.

From unifying the royal court to attacking Zealand, and now busy expanding missions and spreading the potion of happiness...

She seemed to be racing against something, or perhaps afraid of something. What could make her both desire and fear something?

(End of this chapter)