Renard rode out of the castle of Saint-Brieux on his handsome horse, heading straight northwest, and the north wind howled, and he opened his mouth to gasp for breath, and the biting cold almost cracked his lungs.

Two miles from Fort Saint-Brieu, he paused for a moment to rest, looked around blankly, and saw that his eyes were full of desolation, and when he looked back, the muddy road had long since disappeared, and the gray and dilapidated Fort Saint-Brieux was also left with a vague outline.

Leaving here, he was not reluctant, he was not lonely, he was like a passerby, maybe many people would cheer at his departure, Renard thought with a wry smile.

Of course, before he said goodbye to the barren land completely, he still had someone to visit, and that was the martial arts enlightenment mentor of the scum Renard.

As the saying goes, Qin Hui still has friends, although Renard was a scumbag in the past, he also had someone he respected, and that person was Sir Howard.

A man who has earned a knighthood on his own, a man who fits the image of the protagonist in a heroic novel.

Renard pulled the reins and headed northwest, his sturdy horses tearing through the fog, and the icy wind lifted his long brown hair, revealing his slightly immature face.

The corners of his mouth hooked an inexplicable arc, and he sneered in his heart: "Academy of Constantinople, I'm going back soon, I hope to surprise everyone." ”

Winters in the barren region are dry and cold, especially after heavy snowfall.

However, this did not stop the adventurers' enthusiasm for earning coins, and Renard rode his horse forward, and soon saw three adventuring teams return with their loot.

The barren land is vast and sparsely populated, with 50,000 square kilometers, hundreds of towns and cities, and a total population of less than 600,000, and if it were not for the thousands of adventurers and criminals who come here every day to make a living, I am afraid that within ten years, the barren land will be completely barren.

Renard saw an acquaintance in a certain group of adventurers, and the other party also spotted him, and the two greeted each other: "Venerable Young Master Renard, are you going hunting?"

The adventurous team in front of them calls themselves the Twin Swords Mercenary Squad, and the captain is a beginner swordsman who is good at using the Twin Swords, although they call themselves mercenaries, but in fact they are all ruffians and idle adventurers, and they are not registered with the Mercenary Guild at all.

Because for low-level civilians like them, who struggle to make ends meet all day, the annual membership fee of ten silver coins is simply astronomical.

Of course, it is not illegal to pretend to be a mercenary, after all, mercenaries are not a noble profession, so 80% of those who call themselves mercenaries are impostors.

The other party lowered his posture, but Renard replied with a nonchalant answer: "Yes, now is the season for hunting." ”

He certainly wouldn't tell the other party the truth, and hunting was a good reason.

The other party showed a clear expression and asked respectfully: "Venerable Young Master Renard, I don't know when Lord Hammidon will hold a winter hunting event, and now the brothers are very tight in their hands, and all the children in the family are waiting for the money." ”

Winter Hunting?Renard raised his eyelids lazily, revealing a thoughtful look.

Winter hunting is the biggest festival in the entire barren land, and to put it bluntly, it is a competition for the purpose of hunting monsters, and both men and women of all ages are eligible to sign up, and the rewards are quite rich.

However, as an extremely dangerous activity, its participants are still mainly adventurers and mercenaries who lick blood and beg for a living, and ordinary people can only join in the fun.

The tradition of winter hunting has been in the barren lands for hundreds of years, since the rise of the Aurehotz dynasty, with the original purpose of reducing the number of monsters and maintaining security in the barrens.

After all, the winters here are extremely difficult, and humans can still survive on food storage, while natives such as kobolds and goblins have to survive on plunder.

Therefore, every winter, those green forest bandits would rush out of the Ambrizet Mountains in droves to raid the surrounding towns, and although they would not cause much damage to the territory, they would still cause a big headache for the local lords.

So, for the sake of their own interests, the lords and nobles organized hunting activities on their own, which slowly evolved into a kind of tradition over time.

It's just that the results of the hunt are not significant, after all, the fecundity of the monsters is quite amazing, and in the face of such a difficult opponent, many lords can only let it go, after all, kobolds and goblin bandits cause much less damage than winter hunting.

However, Fort Saint-Brieuc is unlike any other city, just thirty miles from the Ambrizette Mountains, and it is the first place to be robbed if the robbers want to rob it.

For the sake of the stability of the territory and the safety of the people, at least as his father, Baron Hamilton, said, Fort Saint-Brieux held an annual winter hunt to maim and fear the robbers before they arrived.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, in order to maintain the stability of the frontier, two regular cavalry regiments were stationed in the barren land, although these two cavalry regiments ate only a few hundred people, but they still brought peace to this place for a long time, but unfortunately they were finally withdrawn.

Because the military headquarters of the kingdom found that the barren land was really a place where birds didn't, and no one coveted it at all, it was a great waste to put two cavalry regiments here.

This was a headache for Renard's grandfather for a long time, after all, the cavalry was so powerful that at least during their time here, Fort Saint-Brieux had never been attacked by monsters.

If the Duncans could arm their own cavalry, even if there were only twenty or thirty horsemen.

Renard knew that his idea was a little ridiculous, how could Baron Hammidon still scratch his head over the salaries of dozens of men, how could he raise cavalry.

The most poorly armed light cavalry will cost dozens of silver coins, and strong war horses are even more expensive, with the current financial resources of the Duncan family, raising ten war horses is already the limit.

Because the formation of cavalry is not only about buying horses and equipment, but also about equipment maintenance, horse feed, cavalry salaries, etc., it is difficult to solve problems in the future.

If two cavalry really come out, I am afraid that it will not be two or three years, and Baron Hammiton will have to go to the street with a bowl to beg for food.

Reynard almost laughed at the thought of that scene, and then he noticed the expectant adventurers on their faces, and after a moment of thought, said, "Go to the town and take a look, maybe the notice has been posted." ”

The adventurers were overjoyed, and immediately went over to have a look, and did not forget to bow humbly before leaving: "I wish you a smooth journey, Master Renard." ”

With that, they rushed towards Fort Saint-Brieux and soon disappeared into the wilderness.

Seeing this, Renard shook his head and smiled bitterly, and muttered, "The old guy is just afraid that he will have a headache." ”

However, this is none of his business, at least for the time being, and when he returns from school, he may fulfill his responsibilities as an heir to a territory, provided that Gilbert's bastard son does not come to trouble him.