Just when Bruce was thinking about trade, Kevin Sr. took his companion Young White and drove the carriage to Grington territory, after clearing the battlefield in Theodore County, the battlefield merchant felt that it seemed like a good idea to follow Bruce, after all, it was not easy to find long-term meal tickets in this era.

"Old fellow, are you sure it's wise to go to the nobility?" Young White lay on the haystack of the wagon, with a straw in his mouth, looking up at the blue sky, looking lazily.

"You know what, we can only make a fortune if we make a name for ourselves in the court of the nobility." Kevin Sr. sat next to the coachman, and he turned his head and spat on it.

"The court of the nobility is so easy to mix, and those nobles with noble blood can't line up." White said disappreciatively, he thought it was all the wishful thinking of old Kevin.

"So, I brought a generous gift." Kevin Sr. said to White.

"That's it, what the hell is in here?" White asked curiously as he looked at a wooden box on top of the haystack, wrapped in iron chains and locked by a large lock.

"No comment, hey." Kevin Sr. smiled as sly as a fox, he had his own plans, and he believed that the contents of this box would make Bruce accept him.

"Shh~~." Suddenly, the driver of the car reined in the reins, and the carriage stopped at the intersection, and the sudden stop made both Kevin and White Sr. almost fall.

"What's wrong?" Kevin Sr. desperately pressed his felt hat, he didn't want to protect his Mediterranean head.

"Look." The coachman did not answer them, but pointed to the side of the path with his chin, and when Kevin Sr. saw this, he became nervous, and he turned and covered the wooden box with a side of straw.

"What is it?" White climbed up on the haystack and stood up, only to see a small army passing, no wonder the coachman stopped.

"This is the lord's army, it can't be a bandit, right?" Old Kevin looked over curiously and worriedly, but when he saw the appearance of the soldiers and the flags they were waving, the war merchant was shocked.

I saw a crescent moon embroidered on the flag, dark green flags fluttering in the wind, and the soldiers under the banner wore exotic turbans, each with a thick beard, and a scimitar at his waist, and their leader rode a tall brown horse, which looked very imposing.

"Damn, the Lord God is above, it's an Amar heretic." Old Kevin swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he only felt cold sweat, and couldn't help but take off his hat and put it on his chest.

"The Lord God is above, are you those barbaric pagans who eat people?" White was so frightened that he crouched down and lay on top of the haystack, and the bedside stories of children on every continent inevitably mentioned the Amal who believed in the pagan gods, who would kill every devout believer, rape women, cook children, and steal every silver coin.

"We need to leave, quickly." Old Kevin urged the coachman to do so, but it was too late, and the Amar who had spotted them turning their horses and coming towards them.

"Oh no, I'm running away." White was so frightened that he quickly slid off the carriage, and he cleverly hid under the carriage, looking around for any time to escape.

"May the gift of God be upon you." The general of Ammar on horseback, he came to old Kevin and the carriage, raised his left hand according to the custom of the Amar people, and said to old Kevin.

"God bless." Old Kevin didn't expect that the other party would actually speak to him in the continental lingua franca, and he stammered in return.

"Excuse me, does the path here lead to Lord Zack's land?" The Amar general, who did not look very old, had a pair of peculiar eyes, one eye was blue and the other was yellow, he wore a gold ring on his left ear, a thin but lean figure, and a white Amar costume that was extremely close-fitting.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but we were just passing by, and we didn't know much about this place." Old Kevin looked at the Amal man in front of him, and intuitively felt that the other party must be of noble birth, so he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and said to the other party.

"Oh, I see, excuse me." The young Amar general nodded, and was about to turn his horse back when Kevin Sr. stopped him.

"Excuse me, are you the army of the Kingdom of Amar? When did the war happen? "Kevin Sr. thought that the Kingdom of Amar had declared war on the Empire and fought all the way to the Duchy of Bemessi, but as a warmerchant with a keen sense of smell, he was unaware of it, and he couldn't help but be extremely ashamed of his sluggish professionalism.

"War, oh no, we're just mercenaries, we've accepted the employment of a lord." General Amar was stunned when he heard Kevin Sr.'s words, but he quickly understood, so he explained to Kevin Sr.

"Haradin, it's time for us to go, the messenger sent by Lord Zach is ahead." At this time, an Amal general, who was dressed more luxuriously, said to him.

"Understood, Captain Nasser, then farewell." Even in the face of a mediocre-looking old man, Haradin was extremely polite, nodding slightly on his horse, touching his forehead with his right hand, and saluting old Kevin before leaving.

Gradually, the team of Amar mercenaries left the intersection, and it was not until their backs could be seen that Kevin Sr. reacted, and White also got out of the way in a very strange way.

"What a strange mercenary." White muttered in his mouth, the mercenaries they have seen a lot, most of them are some people who can't live and lose their land, in order to survive all year round to live a life of licking blood with knives, which makes most of the mercenaries very rude and savage, but this Amar mercenary is like a polite knight.

"The world is too big, and we have seen too little." Old Kevin muttered a few words to himself, and then urged the coachman to continue walking.

The Amar mercenaries were invited to serve in Zack's territory, and the mercenary captain of this mercenary was Nasser of the Ammar, who was originally the second son of an Amar Mamluk, and the so-called Mamluk actually refers to the lord, in the customs of the Amar people, only the eldest son has full inheritance, so the second son is either a businessman, or a mercenary wandering around, waiting for the opportunity to obtain his own land, Nasser is one of them.

"How long have we been away from home, maybe five years?" Nasser took his leather from the side of his mount and poured some water into his mouth, which he drank very carefully so that not a drop would fall.

"Yes." Haradin was the son of a merchant, but he grew up with Nasser, and it was he who used his fortune to raise such a team of mercenaries and follow Nasser on his adventures.

"My dear brother, if we can get the fief this time, I will definitely give you half of it." Nasser carefully handed the skin to Haradin, who was accustomed to treating water with caution, even in places where there was plenty of water.

"I miss the scorching desert a little, it's so humid here." Haradin took the skin, and he said to Nasser.

"Be patient, the gods tell us to be patient so that good luck can come." Nasser smiled, and he pointed diagonally to the sky with his hand.

"I will." Haradin smiled and nodded, he loved his optimistic brother who was not related by blood, and he did not hesitate to give everything to it.

Zack's bald soldier was waiting at the border early, he got off his horse impatiently, another soldier led his mount, the bald soldier looked up at the sky, only to feel that time was passing so slowly, just when he was about to lose his patience.

"Here they are." Suddenly, the soldier leading the horse pointed ahead and said to him.

"It's finally here." A smile appeared on the bald soldier's face, and he saw the Amar mercenaries with crescent moon banners walking down the winding path towards them.

"We're here." Nasser also saw the bald soldier, and he turned to Haradin.

"I don't trust these people very much, I always think they are evil." Haradin said solemnly.

"Evil, that heretic is not evil, but this is God's business, and what we have to do is to accomplish the employer's task." Nasser shrugged his shoulders, and to be honest, sometimes with his brother, one would often think that Haradin was the one who had lord blood.