Watching the chest full of gold coins slowly carry out of his tent, Eugen's heart was dripping blood. At this time, he suddenly found that there was still a piece of gold coin that he had just taken out of the box in his hand and did not put it back, and subconsciously raised his hand and threw it at Viscount Dhamtast.

The viscount was quick with his hand, grabbed the golden light that flew in the air, then turned around and raised his hand towards Eugen, and said with a smile: "Thank you, General Eugen, it is a pleasure to serve you." ”

With that, the viscount lifted the curtain of the tent and walked out. The last piece of gold also left Eugen's hand, and Eugen was slightly stunned for a moment, and then collected his mood.

Matters on Viscount Damtast's side are in order for the time being. He was also given a cash note to start implementing the next steps in his plan.

Gathering his thoughts, the expression on Eugen's face instantly became serious and resolute, and the usual hippie smiling face disappeared, revealing a decisive and fierce temperament.

"Corleone, Rambo, come here, now we can discuss the mission." Eugen walked over to the map in the tent, picked up the outline of the plan he had written the night before, and skimmed through it to clear his thoughts.

Corleone and Rambo looked at each other, and then the expressions on their faces became solemn, and they waited intently for Eugen's arrangement.

Eugen coughed lightly, looked at Corleone, and then pointed to the map and said slowly, "Corleone, your mission is ......"

On this day, the atmosphere in the small village of Taritar on the northwestern border of the Holy Roman Empire was particularly relaxed.

A group of disheveled, dirty, half-grown children in the village ran around laughing and running cheerfully, shouting happily as they ran: "Victory, victory, the French are defeated, and they go home in ashes." ”

When he said this, the child's words were interspersed with two swear words from time to time, cursing the French army that came to invade. The war between the two countries brought great suffering to the peasants living in the border villages, and when the army set foot on enemy soil, they often turned into robbers in an instant, burning, killing and looting.

These peasants were already living below the poverty line, and after being robbed several times by these villains, the village did not know how many people would die as a result. However, the soldiers did not feel a trace of guilt about it, and even regarded it as an honor.

It is the greatest of paradoxes that atrocities against civilians can be called honorable.

And just a dozen days ago, the news of the victory suddenly came from the border, followed by the French offer to conclude a treaty and maintain the state of peace.

This news was a great blessing for the peasants, who, without the intrusion of war, were able to survive the famine, the poor harvest, the disease, the pest, and the harsh taxes.

To celebrate the victory, the peasants in the small village were smiling, vegetables, beef and ale were removed from their hidden cellars, and some rags and the flag of the Holy Roman Empire were hung at the door as decorations.

In the clearing next to an old tree in the village, a huge pile of wood was built out of wood. It's a small square in the village, and in the evenings you can express your joy with bonfires and lively celebratory dances.

Those who struggle in the cracks also have their own survival wisdom, they will seize the rare moment of joy, bury those blood, tears and humiliation in the past with a banquet, turn around and continue to embrace the future of the miserable life.

In the evening, the festive atmosphere in the village grows heavier. An old woman moved from her room to the door and sat down, her white hair covered in a crimson turban, the folds of her face pressed one layer at a time, a kind smile narrowed down the corners of her eyes, but there was a cunning light like a fox in her eyes.

She was too old to go to the campfire to sing and dance, and sitting at the doorway looking at the huge bonfire was how she participated in the feast. Although those flames of light and human figures were almost indistinguishable in her eyes.

But at this moment, her only participation in this banquet was interrupted by unexpected factors.

A figure stood in front of the old woman, blocking her view. The setting sun shone on the man's figure, but it reflected a flowing golden arc of light, and it was obvious that the man was not wearing clothes, but armor.

A knight, the old woman silently read in her heart.

"Hello, madam, do you know where a respectable gentleman here, Dr. Thomas Miller, lives?" The man asked politely, but the old woman did not respond at all.

A knight, the old woman muttered to her heart again. She was too old and too weak to see the emblem of the Holy Roman Empire on the man. Moreover, even if she saw this emblem clearly, the old woman would not easily believe that in the past, her own soldiers had burned, killed and looted her own land.

The war may stop, but the knights are forever dangerous and terrifying.

The knight asked again, and the old woman, as if she had just reacted, gestured with her hands before her, and pointed to her ears and throat.

The knight understood, the old woman was deaf and dumb, and could not ask anything of value.

So he turned around and left, wanting to ask someone else about the situation.

The old woman didn't take part in the banquet anymore, and she slowly moved herself into the house, and then walked to the backyard. Her little grandson and granddaughter live in the backyard, and the siblings are dressed up for the celebratory feast.

The old woman closed the door and whispered in a low voice, "Don't go out, don't go out, there is an army coming outside, hide all our things." The old woman's voice was low, but there was an unmistakable majesty in her tone.

The originally happy expression on the little grandson's face suddenly drooped, and the granddaughter lowered her head and didn't dare to refute, but she couldn't help muttering: "There are no knights, France has surrendered, just talk nonsense." ”

The granddaughter's voice was very quiet, but the old woman instantly exploded, and said angrily to the granddaughter: "What do you know about this little thing? Maybe it's all their tricks, I've lived for so many years, don't I know more than you? ”

After being reprimanded by her grandmother, she suddenly didn't dare to say anything, but said mischievously in her heart: "Grandmother's ears are really useful." ”

Wearing light armor and holding a map in his hand, Corleone looked at the terrain around the village, carefully compared it back and forth on the map, and said with a headache: "Make no mistake, this should be Talital, but where is this Dr. Thomas Miller?" ”