Bruce's words caused Stukov and Edward to fall into deep thought, and they shuddered when they thought about it, could all this be a trick deliberately used by the Black King to plant a false accusation, and if this was true, the Black King was indeed much more terrifying.

"Stukov accepts the mercenary contract, this is my order." Bruce said to Stukov and turned to leave.

The next day, Stukov signed a war pact with Ignath on behalf of the Grinton Militia Corps, which was also the first war pact Bruce obtained, and the Grinton Militia Corps was left behind to protect Ignath's land.

"Then, we will return to our own territory, and Stukov will lead the soldiers to protect the manor." Bruce was on horseback, and he commanded Stukov.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Stukov said after bowing to Bruce.

"Thank you for your help, this is our first honorarium." Ignaus said gratefully to Bruce, and he gestured to the side, where three caravans laden with food and linen were parked.

"It's a pleasure to work with." Bruce nodded, kicked his mount in his crotch, and slowly left, and Baron Leopold said goodbye to Ignath.

"Eve, this is a glove I made, I think you'll be able to use it." As Eve prepares to leave with Bruce, she is stopped by Ignath's wife, who trottes up to Eve and shoves a pair of leather gloves into her hands.

"I don't need gloves?" Eve looked at the gift in her hand in wonder, and she said to Ignath's wife.

"Your hands won't be worn rough with gloves, and you'll be a woman." Ignath's wife said softly.

"Huh?" Eve really didn't know how to deal with this sudden care, she had long been used to dealing with a cruel life alone.

Bruce and his retainers set out on their way home, and at this time, the messenger sent by Zack also came to a dense forest, which is located on the border of Zack's territory, and the part of the land where the lord is connected to the lord's land is usually the worst place for security, so the mercenaries especially like to camp here, which is quite a bit of a three-way meaning.

"Whew." The bald soldier was on a horse, he was wearing a gray cape, wearing a gray hood, he looked around, only a little sunlight was shining through the forest, although he took over the task of mercenary, but in the face of this group of fickle mercenaries, the bald soldier also felt nervous.

"Shh~~." While the bald soldier was thinking wildly, a whistle suddenly sounded from the forest, and the bald soldier's mount under the crotch crank in fright, and the frightened Grey Law cried out, and scraped its hooves on the ground uneasily.

At the same time as the whistle sounded, a man with an Amar turban and a beard came out of the woods, with a short knife stuck in his waist, and stopped ten paces away from the bald soldier, looking at the soldier in front of him vigilantly.

"Are you a mercenary?" The bald soldier reached out and patted his mount's neck to soothe it, as he asked the man in the Amal turban.

The other party did not answer him, only nodded slightly, the vigilance in his eyes did not relax, the bald soldier believed that there were archers in the shadows who were aiming at him, and the archers of the Amar people were also extremely outstanding.

"I am the messenger of the lord of this land, and on behalf of my master, Lord Zack, have come to hire you." The bald soldier swallowed and spat, and he quickly spoke to the Amar people.

"Follow me." Unexpectedly, the Amal man understood his words, turned around and waved his hand at the bald soldier, motioning for him to follow him.

The road ahead looked too full of thorns and vines to continue riding, so he jumped off his horse and followed the Ammar as they walked deeper into the woods, and the Amar soon disappeared in front of a curtain of vines.

"Damn it, where did you go?" The bald soldier hurried over, but as if he had lost his way, he rushed into the vines, and as he became entangled in them, there was a loud laugh beside him.

A series of Gentile voices, the bald soldier looked over and saw that under a large tree that needed to be surrounded by ten men, there was a camp, and the camp was full of infidels wearing Amar headscarves.

"Islah~~." Next to the tree, several Amar people knelt on neat small square carpets, facing the direction of the sun, and prayed in a long tone.

"Are you the one who came to hire us?" I saw the Amar man who led the way, followed by a man wearing an Amar turban that was different from the others, and walked straight to the bald soldier.

"Yes, yes, my lord is Zack, the lord of this place, and he wants to hire you to fight for him." The bald soldier was wrapped around the vines, and as much as he tried to break free, he was getting tighter and tighter.

"As long as you're willing to pay." The man in the turban of Ammar, who wore a ruby in the center of his head, glanced at his companion next to him and said to the bald soldier.

"Of course, Lord Zach is the richest lord here, he, he's sure to give you a good price." The bald soldier felt the vines getting closer and closer, and he almost ran out of breath, but he did his best to complete Zach's mission.

"Don't move, we brought this vine from our hometown, and the more you struggle, the more you will get hurt." The leader of the Amar mercenaries drew the scimitar at his waist, and with a wave of the scimitar in his hand, the vine was cut off with a sound, and the bald soldier fell from it.

"Ahem, ahem, damn it." The bald soldier blushed, clutching his neck and cursing in his heart the hateful and evil heretic.

"Alright, now it's time for you to show me the way and meet your master." The leader of the Amar mercenaries smiled slightly, and he reinserted the scimitar back into his waist and said to the bald soldier.

"Ha, okay, but at least tell me your name, right?" The bald soldier struggled to stand up, he was a little afraid of the man in front of him, and he always felt that the other party had terrible witchcraft.

"My name is Nasser, Abdullah. Nasser. The leader of the Amar mercenaries crossed his hands over his chest and bowed slightly to the bald soldiers.

"Alright, Captain Nasser, before you go to see my master, at least let me know how many fighters you have available?" The bald soldier said to Nasser.

"Oh, you don't worry about us, ha, okay." Nasser straightened up, smiled contemptuously, and reached out to pat it.

"Assemble~~." The adjutant beside Nasser immediately shouted loudly in Amar.

Suddenly, the woods were in a commotion, the ground shook slightly, and the noise seemed to overturn the entire forest, and then there was a loud noise, and from all over the woods came out as if by magic many warriors wearing Amar turbans, they shouted loudly, holding spears and shields in their hands, wearing pointed turbans and armor, and the armoured Amar warriors slowly walked out, they arrogantly put a huge scimitar on their shoulders, and the Amar archers with recurved compound bows jumped down from the trees one after another.

"This, is that enough? Three hundred Amal warriors. Nasser crossed his arms, looked at the bald soldier, and asked him.

"Enough, enough." The bald soldier couldn't help but wipe the sweat from the top of his head, this elite army could easily capture a wooden village.