Lord: Taken away from inheritance at the beginning.

The Watchtower was brightly lit with candles late at night.

Placido was in the study with his eyes closed, thinking. The information revealed by Ronin echoed in his mind. He was thinking about what choice he should make if this situation really happened.

Should he stick to his beliefs and risk his family's wealth to fight this battle which is likely to fail, or should he bear the infamy and join the enemy's camp?

His hands drummed on the table, as restless as his heart.

In the past few days, he has sent messages to family members in the royal capital, Dragon City. It should not take long for them to bring back news.

Da da da!

The sound of rapid horse hooves disrupted his thoughts.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and it's a bit abnormal to hear such hurried horse hooves sounds at this time.

Placido came to the window and saw two knights dismounting and saying something to the guards at the door. Then the guards hurriedly ran towards the tall building where he was.

"It's a messenger from the Misty City."

Placido frowned, "Is this something urgent?"

Without further delay, he hurried out of the room and met the guards who had arrived.

"Tell them to meet me in the hall."

Soon, the two sides met in the lobby on the first floor.

"My Lord Viscount, I am Langdon, the commander of the defense line of Misty City and the messenger knight under Count Ural. I am here to convey the Count's orders to you!"

As he spoke, he took out the letter from his arms and handed it over respectfully.

Plassey didn't expect the battle to come so suddenly. He became anxious and quickly took the letter.

His sister Melissa also walked into the hall at this time and sat quietly aside.

It seems that it is time for the Carmen family to make a decision.

But as Placido finished reading the contents of the letter, his face turned very ugly and he slowly sat down in the chair.

"What's wrong?" Melissa asked in confusion.

Even if Count Ural ordered them to attack, his brother would not have shown such a complicated expression.

Placido said with some difficulty: "His Majesty Tamriel...is dead!"

Melissa raised her hand and gently covered her lips, "How could it be?"

Placido handed the letter to his sister and he looked at the messenger.

"Knight Langdon, what on earth is going on? Although your majesty is not very powerful, he is also a golden knight. He is only over 60 years old this year. How could he die of illness at this age?"

Sixty years old is still considered a prime age for a Golden Knight, especially for a ruler of a country with very favorable conditions.

In theory, living to be a hundred years old is not a problem at all.

But now, such a strong Majesty is dead, and died of illness, which makes Placido doubt the truth behind it.

He immediately thought of what Ronin said, that the kingdom had established cooperation with the alien Holy Storm Organization of the Molten Principality.

So, the partner for cooperation is not His Majesty Tamriel, but His Royal Highness Crown Prince Taro who has now inherited the throne?

"This...I'm not sure."

Langdon was just a messenger knight under the earl. He only knew that the king died of illness. As for what disease he had or whether there was any hidden story, he had no idea.

"My Lord Viscount, I have conveyed the order. My Lord Earl asked me to remind you that after the Kingdom of Alduin learns of this news, it is very likely that they will take advantage of the situation to attack the Mist City. You must be prepared for a life-and-death battle."

"Also, His Majesty Taro has sent new reinforcements to the front line. I hope you can hold on until then!"

Placido's face was bitter. "Didn't the Count receive my letter? The one stationed at the West Wind Hill opposite is Marquis Ronin. Not only is he a Sun Knight, he also has a magician in his team. At the same time, there is a terrifying dragon in the sky. With such a huge gap, how can you expect me to delay until the reinforcements arrive?"

He paused, "At least... you have to support me with a Silver Moon Knight, right?"

Langdon looked embarrassed. He knew the gap was huge, but that was the order.

"The Earl received your letter, but the defense lines are under pressure everywhere and he can't provide you with any more support. The knights and magician team he gave you a while ago are the largest reinforcements he can send to you."

Langdon said, "The Earl said that he, like you, has been holding the line for so many years. Both he and his family have been taken care of by the kingdom. Now is the time for him to contribute."

"If we are defeated and captured, the kingdom will redeem us at all costs. If we unfortunately die in battle, His Majesty Taro will also confer titles on our children and will not let the heroes shed blood and tears!"

Placido's expression remained unchanged, but he was shocked in his heart.

What does this last sentence mean? Is it a special reminder to him that his children are in Dragon City?

He took a deep breath and said, "I understand. Please go back and tell Count Ural that I will defend Nethergarde Fort and I hope he can arrange for reinforcements as soon as possible!"

Langdon smiled. “Then I wish you all the best!”

He and his companions bowed to Placido, then left the hall, left Nethergarde under the cover of night, and went to Misty City to report back on the order.

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Melissa put the letter aside. "His Majesty Tamriel has always been in good health. It is impossible for him to suddenly fall ill and die. There must be a conspiracy!"

Placido nodded solemnly. "It has always been His Highness Taro who has been in contact with the Molten Principality, and it is probably him who has cooperated. Your Majesty may..."

He couldn't imagine.

"So, Marquis Ronin's information is true and reliable?"

"Maybe. I was originally planning to wait for a message from my family, but now it seems that our people in Dragon City may not be able to get out."

Melissa's beautiful face showed a bit of sadness, "What about Robert and the others..."

Placido remained silent. His son and daughter were studying in Dragon City, and he thought it was the safest place, but he didn't expect there would be danger there.

However, all of this was just his guess based on Roning's information, and there was no direct evidence.

Placido picked up the letter and read it again.

"As far as I know, there are three Silver Moon Knights and several Meteor Knights in Misty City. Count Ural didn't even send me any reinforcements, and even threatened me with my children and family members. He undoubtedly wants to sacrifice us to retain his own power and buy some time."

After a while, Placido made a decision.

"For Robert and everyone else, we must fight Rhonin!"

Fighting spirit burst out, and the letter in his hand was instantly torn into pieces.

In the entire Nethergarde Fort, the strongest knight is him, a Meteor-class knight, and the strongest magician is his sister Melissa.

What can we fight with?

Even if Netherfort is solid and reliable, such defensive fortifications are of little use in the face of such powerful transcendents.

"We also have to prepare for the worst," he added.

Melissa stood up. She already understood the other party's choice.

"No matter what happens, I will fully support you. Now, let's think about how to deploy our defenses. Let's call the leaders of the Knights and the captains of the magician team for a mobilization meeting tomorrow."

Placido nodded and took a deep breath. "There is one more important thing. We need to find a chance to inform Ronin."

"Leave this to me."

Melissa is very confident about this.