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Chapter 61 - 61 60 Difficulty of Follow-up _1

61: Chapter 60, Difficulty of Follow-up _1 61: Chapter 60, Difficulty of Follow-up _1 Upon seeing the Church’s Flying Dragon Cavalry appear in the sky, Hudson’s heart also began to race, fearing that these plague-bringers would come for him.

Concerned for his life, Hudson discarded the damaged Blood Moon Horn into a secluded courtyard as if casually discarding a misjudged piece of war loot.

Similar actions were not uncommon among them.

Promised substantial rewards by the King’s Special Envoy, everyone was actively

As it turned out, Hudson was simply overthinking it.

Upon seeing the signal flare in the sky, before the reinforcements from the Allied Forces could arrive, Carlos chose to make a decisive decision.

“Retreat!”

They had no choice but to leave.

If they were caught by the Allied Forces in the city at this point, they wouldn’t be able to explain themselves.

Watching the Flying Dragon Cavalry depart, the members of the Fifth Army all breathed a sigh of relief.

Disliking the Church didn’t mean they wanted to clash with them.

Even if they couldn’t catch proof of the Church supporting the cult and the issue of the “Blood Moon Horn,” Alpha Kingdom would indeed suffer a setback.

But for the nobles present, survival was always the priority.

While the Kingdom had indeed suffered a significant loss, the nobles present were the beneficiaries, while the real victims were already in their graves.

“Now that the Church’s people have left, have they taken the Blood Moon Horn with them?”

A cold voice brought Hudson back to reality.

The voice belonged to Count Flado, the King’s Special Envoy.

But now his face was terribly grim, showing none of the warmth he had at the military council.

It was as if everyone owed him gold coins that they hadn’t paid back.

“Your Excellency, the Church’s Flying Dragon Cavalry briefly stopped here then left towards the southeast.

Whether the Blood Moon Horn ended up in the hands of the Church or is still with rebels remains unclear.

However, before their arrival, we had searched several streets nearby and found no trace of the Blood Moon Horn.”

Knight Charles answered solemnly.

Glancing at the crowd and seeing no anomalies, the helpless Count Flado sighed.

Deep down, he did not believe that the Fifth Army, who had killed the Church Cavalry, would lie on this issue.

Having failed to obtain the Blood Moon Horn from the rebels at first, Flado no longer held any hopes on that matter and began to contemplate the aftermath.

As the special envoy dispatched by the King, apart from the issue of the “Blood Moon Horn,” he also had to handle the post-war affairs.

The Southeastern Province, with its fertile land and dense population, is one of the Kingdom’s richest provinces.

Such a prime location could not be monopolized by a single noble family, otherwise, it could easily oversway the balance of power.

As one of the twelve Fiefdom Earls appointed by the King, the Dalton Family’s power had become immense, and what was revealed in this war was only the strength they displayed openly.

The real potential for war was far from what had been shown on the surface.

Most of the participating nobles, except for a minority with modest backgrounds, had held back their strength.

Of course, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to go all out to fight for their territories.

It was mainly that their heirs scattered across the four corners of the earth, and they couldn’t gather them in time.

The decay of Wharton and Layton directly shattered the former political order.

As the nobles of Southeastern Province who pacified this rebellion, they naturally wanted to claim the largest slice of the cake.

Except for a few families with profound foundations, the unlucky aristocrats of the original territories would be mostly stripped of their titles.

This was dictated by power.

Even if there were direct descendants, without sufficient strength, it would be difficult to hold onto their territories.

Of course, according to the rules of the nobility, they would not completely shut each other down right away.

As long as the heirs knew how to behave themselves, relying on the network of relationships accumulated by their fathers could still support them for one or two generations.

Theoretically, during this time, they still had a chance to change their fate.

But if they had a prodigal son, or a bad luck on the battlefield ended in death, or the children’s talent for practicing was very low that they couldn’t even become knights, they could only completely fail.

On the hardcore hierarchical Continent of Aslante, large-scale territorial annexations, or the decline of a major clan, usually last for several generations.

In any case, the concentration of territories in the Southeastern Province will continue to increase, and the strong get stronger.

It’s an inevitable outcome.

In addition to these local powerhouses, some major nobles in the Capital also wanted to intertwine in.

The eldest son inherited the family business, but the second son also had to be arranged somewhere.

Everyone wanted to expand externally instead of splitting their original territories.

Complicated interests intertwined, causing a situation as intricate as a tangled mess of thread that was impossible to sort out.

How to balance the post-war political structure of the Southeastern Province while meeting the interests of all parties as much as possible, is a problem that Count Flado urgently needs to solve.