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Midnight.
Three miles outside Giant Stone City, at the Silver Thorn Legion camp.
The torches swayed slightly in the night breeze, casting flickering shadows.
Fa Fuke, clad in a red robe, held a magic wand inlaid with a purple extraordinary gemstone, and led two wizard apprentices on an inspection.
The three moved quietly, stopping every few steps to use the magic wand to carefully investigate their surroundings, preventing any attacks from church fanatics under the cover of darkness.
With the previous lesson from the Princess's army, the same mistake could not occur in the Duke of Flowers' army.
When Fa Fuke was inspecting the east side of the camp, a young wizard apprentice in a gray robe approached quickly.
"Honorable Fa Fuke, Sir."
The wizard apprentice stopped before him, slightly out of breath, "His Highness the Regent requests your presence at his tent to discuss something important."
Fa Fuke's brow furrowed slightly.
What is so important at this hour?
