"Bourne, I'm sorry! There's no such thing as 'absolute fairness' that you are talking about!"

In the face of Bourne's invitation to him, Charles refused him as sensibly as possible, because Charles did not think that Bourne and others really understood the meaning of "everyone is equal", and in a large environment with a strong feudal consciousness, the ideals of Bourne and others could not be realized.

For example, Byrne claims to be a "free knight", and the "knights" themselves are two classes completely different from the common people, which in itself is a bit of a contradiction, and even if their oath can be fulfilled, it will only create a freak like the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which will be a disaster for the people.

"But Lord Earl, you just said ...... People are the same......" Byrne's eyes were red, and he reminded Charles very eagerly.

"Byrne, this question is complicated, I can't explain it to you in detail right now, but I'm sure even the professors of King Flens' University can't give you a satisfactory explanation, I'm really sorry, I can't join you!"

The eagerness in Byrne's eyes cooled suddenly, replaced by a deep sense of disappointment and self-deprecation.

"Yes, Lord Earl is a student of King's University, you are all nobles, and you will never starve......

Charles could see that Bourne had great expectations for him, but because the two of them had different positions, he said calmly.

"Bourne, if you take me to safety, I can pay you what you are satisfied with, but if you can only take me away if I join you, then I will have to go separately from you......"

Byrne waved his hand and said as he turned to leave, "No, you're a good man, I'll send you back to Ferent's ......"

Byrne left in a sneer, Charles looked at his lonely back, a little unpleasant, just now when Bourne showed extreme disappointment, Charles's heart tugged for no reason, but he really couldn't help.

"I'm sorry Bourne, I can't be soft-hearted, in this society where royal power and divine power coexist, it is much more difficult to survive than the Great Celestial Empire, I can only try my best to make your life better, although I am a big nobleman, but under the slap of the torrent of the times, I am just an inconspicuous little person, and I will drown if I am not careful." ”

The pioneers of world change have largely come to an end, and Charles has no intention of spilling his blood for some unrealistic dream in exchange for the good life he already has.

There was a small commotion on the cavalry squad's side, but it was quickly suppressed by Byrne, and Charles knew it was because of his own problem without asking.

Charles looked coldly at the restless cavalrymen, took out a piece of white bread, broke it into small pieces and put it in his mouth, savoring the fermented taste of refined flour, and prepared for the worst.

Many of the cavalry looked over to him, but when they saw Charles's cold and calm appearance, they all quickly turned their eyes away.

Charles didn't know that his current attitude of ignoring everyone was what a nobleman should be, and the natural class oppression made it impossible for them to look at Charles, even Gesen just glared at Charles angrily, and then he was the first to rush out of the camp, bending his bow and arrows, and spreading his anger on the wilderness.

"Whoosh!"

Several feathered arrows were shot out in a row, and several birds that were startled by the sound of horses' hooves were suddenly shot down by Gesen, one of the arrows shot two birds in a string, which caused a group of cavalry behind to cheer loudly, and several cavalry horses stepped forward to pick up the prey that fell to the ground, and excitedly showed it to other companions.

"Be quiet, watch out for the Engla patrols!" Byrne waited until everyone was noisy for a while before whispering a reminder to be vigilant.

The cavalry squad quickly quieted down, showing good discipline, which raised Charles' opinion of them another notch.

When he first saw this cavalry squad, Charles positioned them as "rabble, mercenaries", but after last night's rainy march, he changed his opinion, and now Charles is more curious about them.

Because of his intelligence, Charles has a vague memory of the tactics in the army, but he still has the least awareness, and seeing that this cavalry squad skillfully maintains silent silence, and rotates in groups and holds weapons in hand during the march to maintain a state of fighting at any time, it should be a unit that has received formal military training, and is by no means a mercenary who only knows how to swarm and slash people.

And their good execution and obedience, as well as the tacit cooperation between each other without verbal communication, made Charles wonder if they were pretending to be the regular army of any force. After all, a guerrilla is a guerrilla force, and there is no comparison with the tactical literacy of the regular army.

Charles knocked his horse on the belly with his knee, allowing the big black horse to approach Byrne's mount, "Byrne, have they all served in the army?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Count, but I can't explain this to you. Bourne said coldly.

“........”

"And how long will it be before we get to Ferente?"

"Over the plain ahead, through the forest, then north along the Pyrenees, over two more mountains........ After seeing the river, it was almost time to get to Ferente. ”

"How far is that?"

"Probably....... It's not far away, and we'll be there in two or three days. ”

“........”

Charles suddenly found that discussing the question of how far he was to go with someone who had no modern concept of distance at all was purely playing the harp to a cow.

Originally, he saw that Gerson and the others had a very subtle attitude towards him this morning, and he was afraid that if something went wrong on the way, he could return to the territory of the Kingdom of Florence alone, so he wanted to ask Bourne about the specific route of travel, but Bourne would only gesture with both hands and say, "After this mountain, over that river, what kind of forest", which made Charles, who was used to seeing navigation maps, routes, distances, and the time it takes to reach the destination, incomprehensible.

He had no choice but to give up the idea of leaving alone, and followed the cavalry team silently, secretly hoping that Green and the others would not make trouble on the road and return to Florence safely to be his own noble lord.

From morning to now, the cavalry squad has been trotting for three hours, and the strong big black horse began to pant and twist his neck again, which made Charles very embarrassed, and he was really uncomfortable with the weight of nearly three hundred pounds.

"After crossing the plain and entering the forest in front of us, we would stop for a while to rest and then eat. Byrne noticed Charles's embarrassment and said thoughtfully.

Charles looked up at the sky and said suspiciously, "Is it a little early?"

“............”

Byrne's cheeks twitched a few times, "We eat two meals a day!"

“............”

Charles was even more embarrassed, he had eaten a loaf of white bread this morning, and at that time he complained that there was no oatmeal, and that no one in his family had breakfast.

"I still have a lot of dry food in my luggage, I can share some with everyone, and I can go back to Ferent tomorrow anyway!"

"Thank you for your generosity, the commoners eat two meals a day, and they are not used to eating too much!" Byrne smiled slightly, and galloped forward.

Two meals a day, how many meals a day did the nobles have, four meals, five meals?

Charles shook his head and smiled bitterly, there are countless long-standing estrangements between nobles and commoners, and they cannot be resolved by simple kindness.

The cavalrymen, who had been marching silently in a sparse formation, were a little more active when they heard the order to prepare for dinner, and increased their speed, and it seemed that the hard and sour black bread and horse broth were still very attractive to them.

The small plain in front of him was not wide, and the war horse could trot through it in ten minutes, and Gesen at the front was already about to reach the forest opposite. Charles thinks about how to cook later to satisfy his stomach.

Suddenly, Charles felt a chill in the back of his head, not the coldness on the surface of his skin, but a chill that seeped into his mind, and Charles had a special feeling, the source of this chill was the forest in front of him.

"Byrne, wait a minute!" shouted Charles forward.

Byrne quickly rode back on horseback, "Lord Earl, is there anything wrong?"

"I think there's a problem in the forest ahead, do you want to investigate it in advance?"

"Questions?"

Charles saw Bourne's obvious stunned moment, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly shouted: "Everyone stop at once, stay on guard!" Geson, carefully scout the forest ahead!"

"What?"

Gesen, who was at the front, looked back, and Byrne stretched out his hand and pointed to the forest in front of him, his face calm and solemn.

The eighteen cavalry warriors moved quickly, and quickly dispersed, allowing their horses to run in a small area and irregularly, and Gersen, who was full of doubts, also whistled and let his two hounds run into the forest.

"Tweet .....!"

An illusory shadow shot out at an extremely fast speed, and one of the two hounds was shot without even having a chance to dodge.

"Buzz...... Buzz!"

The shadow revealed the true form of the feathered arrow, and the trembling shaft of the arrow pinned the black hound to the ground.