Chapter 1139 Adjutant

"After the war, you will need to serve me for fifty years."

Upon hearing this, Ovia replied without hesitation: "In reply to the Marshal, I am willing to serve you for fifty years after the expedition war is over."

Seeing this, Weilin said nothing more, waved his hand and asked the other party to go down.

"Marshal, I will take my leave."

Ovia replied, then left the tent respectfully.

Looking at the other person's back as he left, Weilin sat down, took out a crystal ball, and the memory scene in the memory ball he had just read reappeared in his mind.

Kwart Silverwing, full name Kwart III Silverwing, was once the leader of the Flame Scar Griffin Knights, and the youngest student of Carlisle West, who was known as the Sword of Judgment and the Right Hand of God, and the leader of the five great dukes of the Kingdom of Belfas. He was also the grandson-in-law of Duke Tarnod, who was known as the Eye of Frost.

Three hundred years ago, this man was famous in the eastern countries of the Sinopsis subcontinent and was hailed as the person most likely to inherit his teacher's mantle.

However, such an influential figure disappeared after the 9487th year of the Glorious Calendar and was lost from the sight of the world.

There are many different opinions about his speculation.

Some people speculated that he went to other subcontinents for trials under Carlisle's arrangement, some speculated that he embarked on the Dawn Paladin Trial, and some...

It now appears that the other party is being held in the Judgment Prison of Nanyou Province.

After thinking for a moment, Weilin began to enter information into the crystal ball and told the Human Coalition Command about his request.

“From Archbishop Gerard:

I have taken over the Ninth Corps for many days. I consider myself a qualified commander in land warfare, but I have no experience in air combat. In addition, there is no one in the Corps who can coordinate and command the three air units, the Griffin Knights, the Winged Dragon Knights and the Floating Fleet, so..."

"..."

"Please transfer Kwatt Silver Wing to serve as the adjutant of the Ninth Corps to assist the Ninth Corps Marshal in commanding the Griffin Knights, the Dragon Knights, and the Floating Fleet."

In the large floating city in the north of Asong City in Asong Province, Archbishop Gerard looked at the extinguished crystal ball, pondered for a moment, stood up and left the hall, and went to Dawn Province through the teleportation array on the floating city.

After returning to the capital, Archbishop Gerard did not stay for long and went straight to the cathedral in the center to meet the Pope.

In the back hall of the cathedral, Pope Emilia of the Dawn and Gerald sat opposite each other, each holding a chess piece, playing against each other.

On the chessboard, the chess pieces of both sides are transformed into armies, fighting against each other to seize the opponent's king flag.

Aimisilia dropped a piece, looked up at Gerald, and asked, "How long do you plan to take to come back after you leave this time?"

“I don’t know either.” Gerald dropped a piece and spoke slowly, “I am leaving the world of Ilaria this time, and the date of my return is uncertain. After all, His plan has reached a critical moment.”

Hearing Gerald's address, Emilia smiled politely and said, "You are still so rude!"

"The Crown doesn't care about these things." Glaird smiled, then changed the subject and asked, "By the way, the Knight of Judgment should be in charge of the logistics of the Ninth Legion now."

"You said a big rat is coming, so I naturally have to be on guard." Hearing this, Emilia smiled and spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Glaird laughed and said, "Hahaha, I think you can increase the difficulty a little bit. You can check the logistics of the Ninth Corps every once in a while. Maybe you can get some surprises."

Hearing this, Emilia nodded and said, "That's a good idea."

At this time, a low-level soul temple knight entered the hall, came to Emilia and Gerald, knelt on one knee, and respectfully reported: "Pope, Saint, Archbishop Gerard wants to see you."

Hearing this, Gerard smiled at Emilia and said, "I guess it must be something related to the Ninth Corps."

Emilia placed a piece, taking three of Gerald's pieces, and asked in return, "What if it's not?"

"If not, how about I accompany you to the old place before I leave?" Glaird watched the changes in the chess game, waved his hand and placed a piece, dividing the battlefield.

"You said it, so you can't regret it when the time comes."

"When have I ever regretted it?"

"You seem to have changed your mind quite a lot. I remember them all. Do you want me to tell you one by one now?" Emilia couldn't help laughing when she saw Glader who was so shameless.

"Let Gerard come in first."

Seeing this, Glaird spoke up to change the subject.

Seeing this, Emilia did not press on and said softly, "Let Gerard in."

"Yes, Pope."

The low-rank Soul Knight replied respectfully, then stood up and walked out of the hall.

A few minutes later, Gerard entered the hall holding a priest's staff, stood six meters away from Emilia and Gerard, bowed his head and said, "Pope, Saint, good afternoon."

Emilia threw a few chess pieces in her hand into the chess box, turned sideways and looked at Archbishop Gerard with a stern expression, no longer as relaxed and comfortable as when she was talking with Gerard.

"What's the matter?"

"Return to the Pope..."

Archbishop Gerard made a long story short and told what Weilin had reported.

"Kwat Silver Wing, I remember that this kid is still imprisoned in the Judgment Prison." Gerald took a chess piece from the chess box next to Emilia, dropped it on the chessboard, and then asked.

"Yes, Saint, Carlisle West's student is still imprisoned on the thirteenth floor of the Judgment Prison." Gerard replied.

Emilia didn't reply to Gerard directly. She turned to look at Gerard and asked, "What do you think?"

"Since the other party wants it, then just give him this man." Gerald replied nonchalantly, "He is good at creating miracles. Maybe he can dissolve the demon seed of Kwart Silver Wing."

"Then it's up to you."

Seeing this, Gerard bowed his head and replied, "Pope, Saint, I will take my leave."

As Gerard was leaving, Gerard took out a mask from his arms and threw it to him.

"Give this to Kwart Silver Wing. The moment he puts on the mask, he will no longer have any relationship with the Church of Dawn."

"Yes, Saint."

After Archbishop Gerard left, Emilia turned sideways, looked at Gerard, stared into his eyes, and slowly said, "Although I lost, you must accompany me back to my hometown before you leave."

Hearing Aimisilia's words, Gerard's eyes flashed with helplessness, and he said, "Okay."