When Charles agreed to leave with Bourne, he began to observe the cavalry squad of unknown origin, there were nineteen of them, although they were poorly equipped, but they were all very athletic, and Bourne spoke with great weight in the team, and should be their leader.

But unlike Byrne's attitude of respecting himself, more than half of them are obviously resistant to themselves, and often look at them with disdain, and this young man named Gesen is faintly the backbone of these people.

Charles observed coldly, and found that this Gesen was very different from the other rude cavalry, with fine skin and tender flesh, and a special temperament all over his body.

Today, when the cavalry squad was collecting the booty, Geson not only instructed the soldiers to select the most valuable items, but also took out a pen and paper to make a careful record, and Charles learned from their words that the booty was to be handed over to the public.

In other words, the boy is not only literate, but also literate, and in the memories inherited by Charles, in this world where the literacy rate is terrifyingly low, the value of a literate person is very high.

But even so, Charles also felt disdain for them, an intellectual young man who had received more than ten years of modern education in the Great Celestial Empire was also something that you medieval ignorant buns could despise?

So when he was marching just now, Charles didn't care about some of the small actions made by Gesen and the others, and when we got out of this battlefield, we didn't know anyone, so could we be angry with you?

But when Gerson said in a sarcastic tone, "Are you really a Wind Hunter?", a strong irritation swelled up in Charles's heart.

"Do I need to be judged by you if I'm the Wind Hunter?" said Charles, suppressing the anger in his heart, raising his chin slightly, and said very arrogantly to Gesen.

Charles's condescending attitude of disregard clearly irritated the young Gerson, and his expression immediately stiffened, and he gritted his teeth and continued.

"The whole kingdom of Florence knows that Count Bayonne was a wind hunter when he was eight years old, but I wonder why you can't even appease a horse, Lord Earl?"

The more anxious and annoyed the opponent became, the more open I became, and Charles saw Carson gritting his teeth angrily, and the irritability in his heart inexplicably subsided a lot.

"Do I need to appease a grumpy animal? no matter how much he loses his temper, he is still a brute, and he will eventually obey me in the higher ranks. ”

Gesen's face suddenly turned red, and he pointed at Charles and couldn't speak for a long time, just when Charles thought he understood his metaphor and was extremely angry, he suddenly said hatefully: "You....... How can you treat your companion like a brute? You don't deserve to be a hunter!"

The two black hounds that followed Gerson also sensed their master's anger, and lowered their bodies to bare their fangs and let out a low bark of "woo-woo".

“.........”

"Gerson, what are you doing? Why don't you go and help set up the tent?"

Byrne, who was busy directing everyone to set up the camp, heard Geson's angry shouting, and threw down the tools in his hand and walked over.

"Then why didn't he set up a tent?"

Gerson pointed at Charles and turned his head to meet Byrne's stubborn eyes.

"He's a guest, a very important guest, don't let me say it a second time!"

“.........”

Gerson's eyes were red, and his nostrils were wheezing like those of overpowered horses, but Byrne watched him quietly, ignoring his anger.

"Captain Bourne, please...... No...... Forgot...... We...... The oath!"

After Gesen finished solemnly saying word by word, he turned around and joined the busy crowd, picked up the gavel and smashed the stake holding the tent with a clang, venting the brute force in his body and the anger in his chest.

"Count, you're smiling!" Byrne said apologetically to Charles as he watched Gerson vent his frustration there.

"It's nothing, young people are like that, but I'm curious, what was the 'your oath' he just said?"

Charles had always been a little curious, Byrne had a strong dominance in this cavalry squad, but Gerson had the courage to look at him, and what was the reason? It should be the so-called "oath".

Byrne's eyes lit up with brilliance, and he was silent for a few seconds before he said sincerely, "If Lord Earl can join us, I am willing to share 'our oath' with you." ”

"Hehe, that's still not necessary, curiosity kills the cat, I don't have nine lives, let's sleep! ”

“........”

Charles turned around and found a thick piece of cloth from his luggage, which he hung from a tree at one end and the other two corners to be pulled to the ground to secure so that he could form a simple triangular tent that would withstand most of the rain and moisture.

Bourne probably didn't expect Charles to refuse so neatly, he was a little stunned, and then stepped forward to help Charles quickly set up the tent.

"Lord Earl, you need to come with us...... Do you want to have dinner together?"

"No, I have a small pot of my own, so I won't trouble you!"

Bourne nodded silently, turned and walked towards his warriors, he actually knew that nobles never ate with commoners, and in this regard, nobles not only had various rules and restrictions, but also had pride and dignity that had been passed down for thousands of years.

"Hey!Bourne......"

Bourne stopped, and turned to look at him hopefully.

"Oh, excuse me, can you give me a tinder......

Charles embarrassedly pointed to the campfire that had just been lit, in this humid weather, and there was no windproof lighter, making a fire had become a highly technical wilderness survival skill for Charles.

"Yes, Lord Earl, please wait a moment!" Bourne smiled, and his mood suddenly improved.

The tinder was quickly brought in, and he also brought a piece of oatmeal porridge to Charles, the small pot of porridge Charles looked familiar, it should have been one of his own special tableware, and was collected by these cavalry as trophies.

In a damp and cold environment, there are so many benefits of a campfire, it can dispel the cold, the soaked clothes can be roasted, a pot of rainwater mixed with salted jerky, and a little bit of thin slices of raw horse meat will soon become a pot of broth that smells strange but is full of heat.

Charles picked out three large breads from his big pocket, two black and one white, and he tried to nibble on the black bread, and after testing its hardness, he gave up, for the sake of his teeth after the age of fifty, he should be careful to protect his teeth from now on.

The taste of the white bread was also average, but he could barely swallow it, so he took a bite of bread and broth, frowned, and ate it as if he had completed a task.

Charles didn't know that his unpalatable appearance would have been interpreted differently in the eyes of the cavalry.

"Look at his appearance, he is really an earl, half a small pot of rainwater actually put so much salted jerky, it's really extravagant......"

"I just saw him gnawing on black bread, doesn't he know that black bread is soaked and eaten?"

"Look at the spoon he eats, whether it is made of gold, what a bastard, we can't eat enough and clothe and don't warm up, but the nobles use our blood and sweat to do this......"

"The nobles are like this, and I have heard that some nobles will only eat if they are served by maids, and if they don't have the help of maids, they will starve to death......"

"I smell pepper, yes, pepper, I've smelled it in a big restaurant in Ludri......"

"The big restaurant, it's the back kitchen of the restaurant, Ryder, did you go in and steal something?"

"Fart, even if I starve to death, I won't steal......"

The silent cavalrymen along the way opened up the conversation box while eating, and you and I said a word, while glancing at the broth and white bread on Charles's side, and soaking the black bread in saliva and soup, and eating deliciously.

Geson, who had been angry just now, lowered his head to eat and did not participate in the discussion, only occasionally raising his eyebrows to look at Bourne with his spare eyes, and then snorting angrily and couldn't get along with his black bread.

Charr's hearing was good, and although the accents of the cavalry were a little strange to him, and many of the slang words that were obviously "inferior" were incomprehensible, the basic meaning could still be guessed.

In his previous life, Li Feng had seen a lot of this kind of scene, wasn't it just the scene where his single dog in the cafeteria looked at the men and women who were all meat and eight vegetarians? It's just that now his position has changed.

After barely eating seven or eight minutes of fullness, Charles broke up two pieces of black bread that could not be chewed and threw them into the remaining broth, plus two handfuls of horse feed to feed his two horses in one go, and the nutrition of these two horses must be guaranteed.

But Charles didn't expect that his actions would cause trouble, and the cavalry, who had just watched him mutter, suddenly clamored loudly.

Gesen angrily threw his rice bowl on the ground, and said angrily to Bourne: "Captain Bourne, I said it, he is not the same kind of person as us, your method will not work at all......."

"That's right, Captain, we shouldn't have been so polite to him at all, now he has to listen to our ......"

"Captain, for the sake of us poor civilians, I am willing to be punished by the gods, let me force him to sign a pact of allegiance to the Free Council......

"Shut up!"

“........”

Byrne snorted, and all eighteen cavalrymen shut up, but there was strong unwillingness and indignation in their eyes.

Byrne ate his food one bite at a time, and after a long silence, he said, "Sleep all of you......! I'll talk to him!"

After a long day's travel, everyone was tired, and after dinner the camp soon fell silent, except for the sentries on duty at night, everyone slept in their clothes.

Charles scorched the damp ground with a torch, took off his armor and coat and lay down, the heat spreading all over his body, and he almost grunted in comfort.

"Wind Hunter...... Wind Hunter ......"

Charles reached out and touched the heavy white-gold pendant on his chest, a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

He didn't want to get into such a stiff relationship with Gerson today, after all, he had just come to this world and didn't know anything, maybe a small contradiction would bring him big trouble. But he just couldn't help it.

"I don't want to get into trouble, but trouble is getting in my way!" Charles rolled over and fell asleep with his head covered.

In his sleep, Charles faintly heard the name "Wind Hunter" again, and the white-gold pendant on his chest was attached to his body, creating a mysterious connection with him.

A force revived silently in Charles's body, just like that night when he was eight years old.