Zach looked at the two Amar men in front of him, he admired their strong physique, but he was even more pleased with the soldiers they had brought with him, these pagan soldiers were all shrewd and strong, and the weapons they carried were also very good, this time the hire was really very cost-effective.

"We have brought fifty true Amal warriors to your service, my lord." Nasser crossed his hands over his chest and said to Lord Zack.

"Very well, thank you for your allegiance, I promise to pay the commission on time." Zach nodded, and as soon as he raised his hand, the bald soldier walked up to Nasser and Haradin with another soldier carrying a tongs pot, and with a pingpong, placed the iron tongs pot in front of them.

Nasser and Haradin glanced at each other, and it seemed that the Zach Lord had spared no expense.

"We swear to the true God that we will fulfill our duty." Nasser swore to his god according to the custom of the Amar people.

When Lord Zach signed a war contract with the Amar mercenaries, the bald soldier couldn't help but ask his master if he really trusted these heretics, after all, in the minds of every believer who believed in the Lord God, they were full of wariness of heretics.

"Why not, would you ask if the iron used in the sword in your hand is from the Empire or from Amal?" Zach said disapprerovingly.

"Understood, sir." The bald soldier looked at the assembled Amar and seemed to understand Lord Zach's thoughts.

"After they have eaten, they will attack Ignas's manor and tell these Ammars that they will not be left alive." Lord Zack sat in his house when a hound came up to him and lay down comfortably.

After receiving their commissions, the Amar mercenaries began to prepare their weapons and carry from the wagons the armor of the Amar people, a type of armor made of iron strung with strips of leather, and large areas of the chest and shoulders covered with leather for protection.

"Whoa." Once Haradin had put on his armor, he jumped hard to keep it closer to his body, then drew his cutlass and swung it a few times.

"Yes, let's get the job done." Nasser laughed and smashed his fist into Haradin's body, his sturdy armor making a pampa sound.

The Amar mercenaries gathered, they lowered the crescent moon banner in their hands, and raised the flag belonging to Zack, which indicated that they were fighting for Lord Zack, and Lord Zack also put on his own armor, which was a gorgeous piece of iron-inlaid leather armor, and a pig-faced mask fully enclosed helmet pressed against his own head.

"War, the most beautiful thing in the world, I'm afraid it's war." Zach lifted his mask, he took a deep breath, a drunken smile on his face, the smell of rust and the sweat of the men's adrenal glands filling the air with the strange smell.

"The army is assembled, and the lord is at your command." Nasser straightened his armor to make sure nothing was missing, and then strode up to Zach and said to him.

"Your job today is to burn, kill, and loot without mercy." Zack's face contorted a little, and he spoke loudly to the mercenaries.

"Oooo Zack's words aroused the desire in the hearts of the soldiers, and they raised their weapons with red eyes, and by this time the sun had set on the side of the mountain, and the bald soldiers were ready to raise their torches.

Just as Zach was preparing to attack Ignas Manor, two hundred miles away, a carriage was moving fast, but the bumpy dirt path made the carriage very bumpy.

"Stop." A majestic voice came from the carriage of the carriage, and he said to the coachman who was driving.

"Yes." The coachman hurriedly tightened the reins, and the two horses pulling the carriage slowly stopped, and at this time the door of the carriage opened, and a servant beside the coachman hurriedly jumped down, and he picked up a small wooden bench and placed it under the carriage.

"Smack." A delicate boot from the south stepped on a wooden bench, followed by a pair of calfskin gloves on the carriage door.

"Are we in the Empire?" Then from the carriage stepped down an amiable old man in a black bachelor's uniform, with a pair of piercing eyes, a few strands of silver hair peeking out from under the bachelor's hat, his beard fluttering slightly in the wind, and a book under his armpit, which was extremely rare.

"Master, this should be some principality within the empire, right?" The servant looked around, there was only forest and meadow, and there were no signs or inns in sight.

"It's really desolate." The old man took a deep breath and said to his servant.

"Let's hurry up and hit the road! If it's too late, I'm afraid you'll run into robbers. The servant said worriedly.

"Everything is God's will, and we, mortals, are in God's hands." The old man nodded, and he stretched out his fingers, overlapping his index and middle fingers, and made a gesture of prayer.

"Yes, yes, master." The servant hurriedly bent down to accept the old man's blessing, and he could not refute his master's words.

"If there's no hotel in front, even a farmhouse." The old man instructed his servant, and then re-entered the carriage.

The carriage began to pull the carriage again and sped down the dirt path, and as luck had it to them, after crossing a moor, they finally saw a farmhouse standing not far away, and the carriage immediately headed for it.

"Giggle." Outside the farmhouse, a village girl is feeding the hens around her, which lay eggs every day and provide extra income for their poor family, so the girl visits them.

"Yu~~." The horse-drawn carriage that gradually came in the distance surprised the girl, and it was the first time she had seen a carriage come to visit her family's farmhouse.

"Father." The girl turned back to the farmhouse and called out to her father and brother.

"What's the matter, are there any robbers?" The farmer and his eldest son, who were in the crooked farmhouse, were surprised to grab a fork and run out, only to see a carriage with a carriage parked in front of their house.

"W-who is this?" The farmer's eldest son looked at his father in astonishment, for it was the first time he had seen a carriage, and the people in it were already nobles, he thought.

"Go, let your sister hide." The farmer is much more vigilant, and the uninvited guest is always impossible to judge, not to mention the other party's aristocratic status.

"Yes, father."