"That’s right, Captain Bowen, Captain Wolf is waiting for you at his manor."

The trusted aide said respectfully.

Wolf is the surname of the Seventh Legion’s Commander, and also Bowen’s direct superior.

He is the highest commander of the Seventh Guard Corps, but usually seldom finds Bowen unless there’s something significant, mostly acting as a hands-off manager.

Bowen nodded slightly.

He exchanged a subtle glance with his trusted aides, pondered for a moment and said:

"I understand, wait for me outside for a moment, I will tidy up and head over."

Upon receiving the promise, the commander’s trusted aide saluted and withdrew.

As soon as the other person left, the atmosphere in the office immediately became serious.

"Commander, have you sensed something? Wasn’t the Imperial Council’s big meeting just held? How could there suddenly be something urgent?"

A Personal Guard Knight said worriedly.

"Yes, and it’s this late, the sky has already darkened..."

Another Personal Guard Knight said likewise. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Bowen furrowed his brows slightly.

He thought for a bit, uncertainly shook his head:

"Not sure, but... it’s possible there really is something. The Pope just left, and the city’s security has been unstable these days, while the Seventh Guard Corps has always had the job of assisting in maintaining security..."

After pondering for several seconds, he continued:

"But since he’s looking for me, in any case, I should make the trip, otherwise, even if he hasn’t noticed anything, he will sense something amiss."

After speaking, he entrusted his two trusted aides:

"Here’s the plan, after I leave, you two quietly follow, pay attention to the situation at the manor. If I haven’t come out after more than two hours, or receive some bad news, then quickly return to contact Fabian, tell him our planning may have encountered a change, and have him alter the original plan..."

When he spoke this far, Bowen shook his head again, changed his words:

"No... if it truly reaches that point, it might be too late. Here’s what we’ll do, after I leave, quickly split into two directions, one goes to find Fabian, another keeps an eye on the situation at the manor. If there’s any problem, signal the other to execute the emergency plan."

"Emergency plan?"

The trusted aides were slightly stunned.

"I’ve already discussed the specific details with Fabian, just relay it as such, by then he will be your highest command."

Bowen said in a deep voice.

Speaking thus, he fumbled from his chest for a moment and took out a Magic Scroll, handing it to the two:

"This is a signal magic, once torn, it’s clear as day within three kilometers."

"Commander!"

The trusted aides’ faces showed worry.

However, Bowen merely smiled slightly:

"Rest assured, this is the worst-case scenario, perhaps it’s just that he really has something. Don’t be too worried..."

"Calm down, the more critical the moment, the more composed we must be, we cannot show any flaws."

After instructing a few sentences, Bowen left his office.

Outside the camp, the commander’s carriage was already waiting.

Gazing at the luxurious, imposing carriage, Bowen took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Unlike Bowen, the commander of the Seventh Guard Corps is a true hereditary noble, a Court Count, allegedly related to the Treis Family through ancestral ties.

Although the other has an office at the Seventh Legion’s station, he prefers to conduct office work at his Earl’s Manor.

The Earl’s Manor is located on the outskirts of Maniya City, not far from the Seventh Legion’s station.

Previously, the Seventh Legion Commander also enjoyed summoning subordinates to the manor for crucial discussions, frequently hosting banquets and inviting various squad leaders from the legion.

Generally, such invitations were made half a day to a day in advance, typically occurring in the evening, seldom as urgently as today.

Which is why Bowen and his trusted aides instantly became vigilant.

Riding the carriage, Bowen left the Seventh Legion’s station.

And the two trusted aides also changed clothes, split into two paths, one to seek out the other subordinates left by Bowen, another stealthily following the carriage convoy.

When Bowen arrived at the manor’s gates, the time had reached noon.

At June’s midday, the sun already bore some of summer’s scorching heat; the Earl’s Manor was as always, luxurious and grand, with numerous soldiers patrolling back and forth.

Nothing different from usual.

"Captain Bowen, we have arrived."

The trusted aide of the major battle said respectfully.

Bowen nodded, alighted the carriage, and the manor’s steward immediately came forward to lead the way.

"Master Bowen, the lord is waiting for you in the conference hall."

Entering the lavish manor, the major commander’s butler greeted Bowen and saluted respectfully.

Meanwhile, a maid also came forward, holding an empty tray.

Looking at the tray, Bowen hesitated for a second but quickly followed the old rule, taking out his weapon and placing it on top.

Only then, led by the butler, did he arrive at the manor’s conference hall.

When Bowen entered the conference hall, the commander of the Seventh Guard Corps, Wolf, was already here waiting.

This was an elegant middle-aged noble wearing a wig, his attire extravagantly ornate, standing at the window admiring the view outside.

Noticing Bowen, he smiled faintly and turned around:

"Bowen, you’ve arrived?"

"Commander, what happened?"