The smell of barbecue and wine wafted to the nose, and the cavalrymen and the boys of the infantry squad spread out in twos and threes, and sat casually on the chairs in the tavern hall. In the corner sat a young and melancholy bard, singing a sad ballad. Charles was holding a glass of wine and talking to his men as he listened with interest to the bard's words.

"The wind blows up the dust of the steppe,

Brush the curtain in your tower,

The moonlight shone on my drunken homecoming.

Behold you sleeping soundly in that pavilion,

If I cry out to the wind,

Can it take the message from my lips?

If I wept bitterly before the month,

Will it make me peek at you?"

'Hell, this song sounds so uncomfortable, I don't dare sing it to Elena!' “

Charles cursed secretly, and then drank the wine from his glass.

On the stove on the left hand side roasted the lambs, which had turned golden, and the faint smell of honey wafted into people's hearts little by little, and several bold maids sat in the arms of the soldiers, urging them to tell heroic war stories.

Yes, the Charles, who were at the time of their repairs in a tavern in Pavron, had arrived before evening in the territory belonging to Count Jhamr, near Djerkhara. It is a town with a population of about 500 people, and because of its proximity to Djerkhala, the inhabitants of this area are far better off than in many castles.

Obviously, however, none of this caught the attention of the young men, whose only concern was whether they could find a cozy tavern in this bustling village and town, and whether they could find the right girl in the tavern. Luckily, Pavren, apart from the city walls, has everything you need in the metropolis here.

Joseph dragged a chair and sat beside Charles, who, after a few days of getting along, were very optimistic about the skilled spearman of Rhodok, who was four years older than him. Whether it was his courage or insight, Charles couldn't help but secretly admire. So seeing him sit down, Charles hurriedly instructed the waiter to pour him a glass of honey wine, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "How about it, have you thought about it clearly, do you want to come to the cavalry here?" “

Joseph hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and shook his head firmly, as if he had made a lot of determination.

"I'm sorry sir, I have failed your mistaken love, but I still can't rest assured my brothers, we are all from the same village, and when I left home, I promised their parents to bring them back alive. I'm already sorry for some of them, and I don't want to be sorry for the rest anymore. So, please forgive me, okay, sir? “

Charles smiled, staring at him without blinking, as if he had just known the man. Just when Joseph felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by this look, Charles suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I knew that you were a good Chinese character with affection and righteousness, and I really didn't see the wrong person!" When I get back, I will ask the Count for an order to transfer all of you to Djerkhala. Then you don't have to worry about the safety of your friends anymore, and we can get closer, and you can't refuse! When you get to Djerkhara, I'll introduce you to a friend, Luzius, who, like you, is a good man who stands up to the sky, and you can surely talk! “

With that, Charles touched Joseph's glass with the glass in his hand, and then drank it without hesitation, this time Joseph's turn was a little at a loss. He thanked him incoherently, as if he had been stunned by the sudden surprise.

While Charles and Joseph were politely engaging in a friendly exchange, several drunken fellows staggered into the tavern. The leader of them was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, but his face did not have the vigor and health that other seventeen or eighteen-year-old young people should have, his face was pale and a little black, and his body was obviously hollowed out by wine.

The drunkards behind him were also children of about seventeen or eighteen years old, and they all looked like pampered rich children.

Joseph looked at the group of rickety guys, and unconsciously let out a cold snort from his nose. Charles looked back at him, smiling rather than smiling.

Although those unlearned and unskilled guys run rampant in the countryside on weekdays, bullying men and women for power, this does not mean that they are stupid, they know as soon as they look at the group of well-equipped soldiers in the tavern that the people sitting here are not something they can provoke. So, they all honestly called a few good girls, ordered a few more cans of good wine, and sat in the corner to brag about the mountains.

Since they didn't have any trouble, there was no need for Charles to take the initiative to trouble them, although Charles himself didn't like their prodigal appearance, but none of this had anything to do with him, did it.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the tavern reached an unattainable climax, with people singing and dancing, and even the melancholy bard playing cheerful festive music after drinking a large barrel of ale.

Charles ate the last piece of cream pie, wiped his hands carefully with his handkerchief, and turned his head to look out the window. It was close to midnight, and the bright stars were dotted high in the dark sky, so dazzling and dazzling. Charles stared at the bright stars, and in his eyes these beautiful spirits slowly transformed into a beautiful name—Elena.

As Charles was immersed in his longing for his lover, the noise in the tavern became sharp, and Charles frowned and turned his head, only to find that the group of drunks sitting in the corner seemed to be in conflict with someone.

He slowly stood up, looked at the drunken subordinates beside him and shook his head unconsciously.

Joseph noticed that he had shifted his attention to the noisy crowd, and quickly stood up and said, "My lord, they seem to have done something bad, the bitter lord has sued them to the village chief, and the militia has come to take them, and they dare to do it against others, and these lawless fellows should be severely punished!" “

Charles looked back at him, nodded casually, and said, "I see, let's go and see, we can't let them keep arguing like this." “

Before Joseph could reply, Charles had already taken the lead towards the crowd that had already begun to push and shove.

He tightened the long sword at his waist and said with a cold face: "Citizens, what is going on here? Your Lord, if you continue to quarrel like this endlessly, I will arrest you all and hand them over to your lordship, I don't think Count Gehamor would like that to happen, would he? “