Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

The heavy rain came as expected, just in time.

Even the rearguard troops of the Holy Cross Kingdom, who were ready to die, were thankful that God had opened his eyes.

Archduke Fernandez abandoned his beloved open carriage and returned to Augusta Territory in a mess.

The ground was full of mud, and everyone was covered with mud.

Some people even started sneezing, and it seemed that the wind and rain had made them suffer a lot.

"Let someone light the fire and cook the mutton soup." Archduke Fernandez forced himself to settle the nobles who followed him.

This not-so-small failure caused a certain blow to his prestige.

Fortunately, the granary was burned before, so it did not cause a greater crisis.

However, we cannot neglect it at this time, and we need to appease people's hearts.

This failure broke Archduke Fernandez's complacent mentality.

Even if he was unwilling to admit it, he had to officially fail.

Although it was very humiliating to be defeated by the pariah named Simon.

Yes, he still believed that the one confronting him was the knight Simon.

By the time the bonfire was lit, the nobles and knights had changed their clothes and sat around several stoves. Hot mutton soup was soon served.

The nobles, who were still in shock, finally recovered a little.

Archduke Fernandez looked at the heavy rain outside and felt a little regretful: "If I had known that I could wait for half a day, maybe I could stop the Rockman?"

Indeed, the sudden heavy rain almost cost the attacker half of their combat power, and there was a great hope of holding on.

But it was useless to regret now. In that case, they might be wiped out by the Rockman. There was no need for noble blood to fight a group of lowly people.

Archduke Fernandez retracted his gaze, looked at the many eyes looking at him, and said sincerely: "The defeat in this battle is my fault.

I underestimated the cunning of the Rockman, underestimated the combat power of the Northland Knights, and underestimated the ability of Knight Simon."

Although he still disagreed with Simon in his heart, he looked repentant on the surface and admitted his mistakes very sincerely.

Of course, no one cared whether he admitted his mistakes or not.

"Your Excellency, no famous general does not make mistakes. The Knights of the North are famous. A small loss can be regarded as accumulating experience."

It is not known whether it was arranged in advance, anyway, the scene was lively, and everyone said that a small loss was not a loss.

Archduke Fernandez almost cried, and emotionally promised: "Gentlemen, I promise on the honor of the Bruno family that I will find Rockman to avenge the previous shame after I reorganize the troops.

Now Rockman is arrogant for a while, and when the food is completely exhausted, it will be the time of collapse.

Please lend me a hand and drive Rockman out of the Saint Mile Province together."

The Archduke has already acted like this, personally adding soup to the nobles close to him, and he is extremely respectful to the wise and humble.

Whether it is true or not, at least the attitude is in place.

Everyone also bought this, and stood up excitedly to express their loyalty.

One said, I will lead my private soldiers to capture Simon and vent the anger for the Archduke.

The other said, I will break through the Birch Castle and hang Derek, the bastard, on the city wall.

Some people also said that since the Grand Duke treated me like this, I would stay with him for the rest of my life.

Anyway, it was impossible to tell whether it was true or false, so Fernandez took it all as true.

…

The people of the Holy Cross were holding a thought meeting there, and Derek was not idle either.

The reservoir that was prepared at the beginning was now in use.

After five days of heavy rain, the reservoir was full and the river water rose to a high level.

A group of nobles from the Holy Cross Kingdom were forced to carry shovels to the embankment.

Derek specially invited a group of painters for them to make two masterpieces.

"Let's call it Archduke Fernandez digging a map," Derek said with a smile: "One is my private collection, and you will dig the ground with the Archduke, and the other one is open to everyone for appreciation. The Archduke digs the ground alone despite the obstruction... Oh, and those guys who hanged themselves, they accompanied the Archduke, what do you think?"

How do you think?

Of course, you stand and watch.

What a shitty masterpiece, it's all fake, it's just a name.

The captured nobles had bitter faces and symbolically waved two shovels.

Then the enthusiastic soldiers invited them to the pavilion to rest.

The drizzle was still falling outside, but it was warm inside and made people want to take off their clothes.

Several painters were waving their brushes, and some curious people stretched their heads to take a look and couldn't help but curl their lips.

The painting skills were too poor, but the guys waving shovels on the canvas were very conspicuous.

This thing certainly can't be used as evidence, but it's disgusting enough.

If the shit pot is firmly put on, maybe it can really be famous for a while.

In the distance, a group of captives were digging the river bank.

As time went on, water finally began to seep in.

The slaves dropped their hoes and started to run away, and the supervisors had already run away.

Boom!

The flood flooded, and a hole was directly torn in the river bank.

The river water rushed out like an angry dragon.

Derek couldn't help but stand up. Although he had thought about this scene countless times, it was impossible for him to be unmoved when it really happened.

Doing things rationally does not mean being emotionless.

"All this can only be attributed to Fernandez. Sorry, I am selfish."

Derek turned his back to everyone and actually closed his eyes.

After a long time, he turned around again, and there was no extra emotion in his eyes.

"Everyone, Fernandez will not be around for long. I hope you can make the right choice."

The nobles of the Holy Cross Kingdom bent down and knelt, not daring to look Derek in the eye.

Right under their eyes, the flood that affected hundreds of thousands of people was still roaring.

If it weren't for the mountains, everyone would be swimming freely in the water now.

Wherever the flood passed, farmland, villages and even everything were easily covered.

Archduke Fernandez had already taken advantage of the rainy season to mobilize new troops, ready to fight Rockman again after the rainy season.

But on this day, when the rain was getting lighter, he heard a loud rumble.

When he put on his armor and prepared to go out to check the situation, the water had already poured into his mansion.

Then he saw the panicked knights coming to report the situation.

"Duke, the city wall collapsed.

Flood, the river bank burst, the flood is coming."

"Break?"

The Grand Duke had this concept, but he couldn't connect it with the Holy Mile Province.

Before the Grand Duke could ask, worse news came.

The camp outside the city was destroyed by the flood. The camp left by the Rocks happened to be a low-lying area by the river. When the flood flooded, the first to suffer was the army camp.

Archduke Fernandez staggered and felt unstable.

"It's over!"

Why is there a flood at this time?

Obviously, the rain in the past few days is not much. According to the local nobles, it was only moderate in previous years.

Even the nobles who patrolled the river bank did not warn.

The next second, he thought of a more terrible consequence.