“I'm afraid it's not just luck. This time was lucky, but was the counterattack in the imperial capital six years ago also just luck? In the confrontation with Gavin Brooks Jr., besides him, who else could have escaped without losing troops? The demon army invaded the Far East twice, and only his troops managed to return unscathed... For someone who joined the army at eleven, has fought in more than a dozen battles, and has never lost even once—this ‘idiot’ sure has an unbelievably good streak of luck, doesn’t he?”

Henry Clark galloped through the night, Ethan Foster’s words echoing in her mind as she pondered, “Yeah, his dumb luck really is too much... Could it be that he’s been hiding his true abilities all along?”

Right, I need to ask him directly and uncover his real face beneath that lazy, lecherous, cowardly mask!

Up ahead were the lights of the central camp. Before David Thompson’s guards could stop her, Henry Clark rode straight into the main camp.

Captain of the guard Owen Grant stepped forward to greet her: “Deputy Captain Clark, the lord has ordered that you cannot go in!”

“Why?” Henry Clark ignored him, thinking, “Could it be that he’s revealing a side of himself no one knows about right now? I have to go in!”

She strode into the central tent, only to see David Thompson holding a beautiful young girl, about to kiss her...

Instantly, her anger flared. She drew her saber and slashed at him: “So this is your true face, David Thompson! Prepare to die!”

“Whoa, good thing I’m quick, you almost chopped me!” David Thompson exclaimed, still shaken. “Deputy Captain Clark, you’re way too reckless. Do I really look like the kind of lecher who preys on innocent girls? Ah, Owen Grant, what’s with those looks on your faces?”

Henry Clark retorted indignantly, “My lord, think about it: in the dead of night, in an empty tent, you’re holding a strange girl—how do you expect a subordinate like me to interpret that?”

David Thompson: “You should think of it this way: this girl is the demon clan’s third princess, Kadan. She’s a very important prisoner to our army. She fainted from fright after being captured, and your upright, noble superior David (David is David Thompson’s courtesy name) was selflessly preparing to give her artificial respiration—now that’s the normal way to see it!”

Henry Clark: “Oh, come on, who would ever think of that?”

David Thompson: “That just proves you haven’t watched enough Hong Kong TV dramas. That kind of plot is everywhere in them.”

Henry Clark: “My lord, what did you say?”

David Thompson: “Oh, nothing, I got my times mixed up. Just pretend you didn’t hear it!”

Henry Clark: “Even if the demon princess fainted, anyone could give her artificial respiration—why does it have to be you, my lord?”

David Thompson: “If anyone can do it, why can’t I?”

...

David Thompson: “Report the situation, Deputy Captain Clark.”

Henry Clark: “Yes, my lord. After five hours of fighting, the demon army’s casualties are estimated between twenty and thirty thousand. We’ve taken their main camp and supply convoy. Of the twenty-five ‘white cloaks’ (white cloaks refer to the demon clan’s unit commanders, all dressed in white capes) who set out, my troops killed five, Ethan Foster’s troops killed four, and we captured three. Thirteen are still unaccounted for.”

David Thompson nodded. “Deputy Captain Roger Smith just sent a report—he got seven white cloaks on his side, and probably killed around ten thousand enemies as well. That means the demon main force is basically wiped out. All that’s left is to mop up the battlefield.”

Henry Clark bowed. “This is a great victory, my lord. Congratulations, you’ve worked so hard!” She cursed inwardly: “Yeah, sleeping, eating, drinking, chasing women... so exhausting!”

“Aiya, it’s rare for you to be so considerate, Deputy Captain Clark... Honestly, I really am exhausted. After a whole day’s work, I should get some rest now. Deputy Captain Clark, I’ll leave the camp’s security to you!”

Henry Clark secretly flashed a middle finger, then respectfully asked, “My lord, there’s something I don’t understand and would like to ask.”

David Thompson: “Oh?”

Henry Clark: “According to the prisoners, the demon army lost so badly because both their commander and deputy commander were assassinated by a mysterious killer. None of us frontline commanders knew about this. How did you find out and order us to attack?”

David Thompson looked surprised. “I ordered you to attack? Did I? I don’t think so. Wasn’t it you, Deputy Captain Clark, who gave the order?”

Henry Clark: “My lord, didn’t you say at the time...”

David Thompson: “Oh, you came to ask me, and you said Roger Smith wanted to attack. I said, ‘Whoever wants to go, go ahead’... right? From start to finish, it was you and Roger Smith who decided. When did I ever order you to charge ahead?”

Henry Clark thought back, and that was indeed the case. But at the time, David Thompson’s tone... Good thing they won. If they’d lost, she’d have to take all the blame herself. The thought made cold sweat pour down her back, soaking her clothes.