Indeed, Matilda said she deeply loves Malin, but she cannot betray her duty as a Paladin. If she cannot aid the innocent, then the Paladin is bound to fall. "Foolish girl, I don’t stand with the people, I stand with the innocent." In Malin’s eyes, there is no difference between the people and the nobility; both are just terrifying bipedal apes struggling to survive in this cold world, and Malin would only choose to help the innocent. "Mr. Malin is speaking strangely again, but do your best, Matilda is waiting for your triumphant news." The Fox Girl released her hand, and Malin turned around, patting the girl’s little head twice, and then shook his hand as Salis flew in from outside the window, landing on Malin’s shoulder. "I’m leaving." Malin looked at Nova standing by the side. "After today, Malin, you might become an enemy of the nobility. My subjects will be eager to jump out and force me to divorce you." Nova said with a smile. "When I return, I’ll kill them all." Malin smiled and walked over to Nova, giving her a light kiss. "Go, my love." Nova said with a smile. Malin nodded — all the other girls were busy preparing to defend against any potential misfortune, so only Nova and Matilda came to see him off. But that was enough. Malin liked his loved ones to have their own minds. After all, they were the new-age women from eight millennia after Malin’s era, and naturally, they needed to have their knowledge. So, in Malin’s view, Matilda’s recent remarks weren’t wrong; they embodied the saying about not collaborating with those on a different path. After the farewell kiss, Malin stepped into the teleportation channel. The news of Malin entering the Northerner army camp spread as if it had grown wings. The battlefield that had been chaotic for days, where the Revolutionary Army and Nobility Army battled to a stalemate, fell silent. Both sides awaited their Marshal’s final verdict and judgment. Likewise, Sudel, who had been restraining his subordinates, finally breathed a sigh of relief — within the newly formed Sharpshooter platoon, one of the three platoons was composed of noble children, this platoon was led by Carmen. Carmen couldn’t suppress them by himself; instead, Sudel managed to keep them in check using his status as Malin’s disciple. Similarly, Rodel’s platoon was basically serfs; without Sudel’s suppression, these two platoons would likely have ended up fighting each other. Until today, Sudel was able to press these guys with his identity as a disciple, but with Malin’s arrival, his words became meaningless, and the soldiers collectively drove to the Northerner army camp. No choice, Sudel could only bring along the platoon composed of freemen and a few unlucky platoon leaders to follow suit. Rhodes had great confidence in Malin: "Lord Malin will surely help us." Carmen also nodded: "That’s right, I believe in Lord Malin." "Heh." The noble-born deputy sneered. Meanwhile, the freemen-made soldiers argued endlessly regardless of their inclination toward the Revolutionary Army or the Nobility Army, as the freemen platoon hardly found peace in recent days. Thanks to Sudel’s disciple status. "Rhodes, if you don’t want people to think of you as dumb, stop talking to yourself." Sudel rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wondered how he ended up with such a reckless cousin. With the nation in crisis, this boy still managed to carry that sarcastic tone... Wasn’t he worried that one day the revolutionary faction, the Royalist Party, and the villagers watching the fun might all end up targeting him? Carrying such resentment, Sudel drove his vehicle to the gates of the camp. The two platoons that ran ahead were already standing outside the gate, wearing expressions full of resentment as they gazed at their commander. "Commander Sudel, it’s so good to see you. You know, as the commander, if you hadn’t shown up, we couldn’t have let your people in." Behind the machine gun position at the door was an acquaintance of Sudel’s — Tuojin Spencer. This kid really had a stroke of luck, aligning with Lord Malin early on, and now he’s the chief political commissar of the legion. Frankly, Sudel felt a bit envious — Tuojin was the same age as him, one being the chief over all the political commissars of the grand legion, the other being the platoon commander of the Sharpshooter company, harassed by both ends and bullied by freeloading freemen. "Right, my subordinates were too excited." Throwing a glance at his two platoons, Sudel couldn’t help but adopt a sarcastic tone. Today, one of your two platoons will surely be decreed as rebels, wait for your doom, you little bastards. Carrying such resentment, Sudel completed the authentication and then led his troops into the camp. By this time, there weren’t many people left in the camp; those who remained were heading toward the center of the camp, and Tuojin mentioned that a high platform was built for speeches. "Honestly, I’m a bit excited. Just thinking about Lord Malin passing judgment on you traitorous rebels makes me want to applaud." The deputy of Carmen’s platoon said to Rhodes. And Rhodes laughed heartily: "Don’t think too much. Lord Malin is a good man who sympathizes with Northerner ideology, like Saint Francis, he’s a follower of the Goddess of Harvest! You, a dog believer of the noble gods, have no right to mock us!" "You’re insulting our faith!" A noble soldier stepped forward: "Apologize! You damn muddy-foot!" "I’m a lieutenant, and you’re just a lowly soldier. Who do you think needs to apologize, you worthless fool?" Rhodes replied with arms akimbo. "Yes, since you’re a soldier daring to act this way against an officer, do you want to be hanged on the gallows?" Carmen, although a noble, had no fondness for other nobles. "I don’t care what status you claim, but here I make the rules. If your quarrels lead to fighting or interfere with my chance to hear Lord Malin’s holy words, then I will hang you on the gallows outside the gate. If you don’t want my threats to become reality, shut your mouths." The chief commissar’s rousing words, compared to Sudel’s, didn’t allow for any rebuttal, so everyone chose to remain silent. This made Sudel breathe a huge sigh of relief. I’m done with this, I no longer want to be a platoon commander. I’ll go buy an estate in the south and live my days, forget the Northern Kingdom and its ideologies. With such thoughts, rounding a corner, Sudel saw the high platform in the distance and observed soldiers sitting up ahead. Though his soldiers, despite their reluctance, took their seats — otherwise, so many soldiers could drown them with spit alone. Witnessing his soldiers lay down arms before absolute force, Sudel’s terribly sour mood finally saw some relief. "When will Lord Malin arrive?" Carmen’s deputy looked toward Tuojin. "He’s having final words with our regimental commander, he’ll be on stage soon." While responding, Tuojin also glanced at the deputy: "Which faction are you from?" "Royalist Party, I detest those damn serfs and traitors disguising themselves as revolutionaries. In the face of great enemies, why are they betraying this country?" The deputy responded righteously. "Ha, if you hadn’t killed the pioneers of Northerner ideology, would they have chosen your so-called betrayal? Before you speak, consider your nobles’ actions. If we hadn’t chosen Lord Malin, I personally would have joined the Northerner ideology." At this moment, a soldier from the Northerner army turned around and looked at the deputy. His statement left the Royalist Party soldiers momentarily speechless. Sudel placed his hand on the holster — if a fight broke out, he’d have no choice but to enforce justice on his kin. But he didn’t get the chance to draw his pistol as raucous cheers erupted from the front. Lord Malin had arrived. Watching his lord approach the high platform, inexplicably, Sudel felt like crying. Lord Malin, please save this country. At times , those who die on the battlefield have once shed their blood for this nation; they shouldn’t have to bleed out for the power-hungry and truly treacherous traitors.