"What? Let Isabella come over? Come to the siege camp where the plague broke out?!"

The mountain wind blows away the smoke and brings the coolness of the morning. King Fernando's expression changed, and his emotions became agitated. He stared sharply at Inquisitor Thomas, staring at the old and withered face. The other party just nodded calmly and responded frankly.

"Fernando, the current situation, if you want to motivate the jihadists in the besieged camp, especially the main force

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