There was a lot to be done, too much.
Louis dressed, quickly washed his face, fastened his cloak, and with urgent steps, walked into the office.
The door hadn't fully closed when he spoke: "Call Lambert."
As his words fell, the attendants immediately rushed off.
Mere moments later, Lambert strode in quickly, and before he could speak, Louis issued his orders:
"Take a hundred Red Tide Knights and ambush outside the main gate of the Red Tide Territory. The enemy is the Snow Swearer Elites."
He squinted, his voice as cold as a blade: "Find the right moment, overwhelm them with sheer numbers, leave a few prisoners for questioning, kill the rest without exception."
Lambert's heart shuddered, but he didn't hesitate: "Yes, my lord!"
The second order was immediately given: "Then, call three Knights, plus two physicians, take these guidelines, and head to the Cold Fir Territory immediately."
