The spring rain poured down from the sky, wetting the long-dry soil. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info One by one, the crisp shoots broke through the barrier of the soil and stretched their bodies tenaciously.

Flocks of birds flew through the sky, and animals moved from the depths of the forest, all in search of food to feed their hungry bellies.

And human beings have also begun a new round of conquest. But they are more for selfish desires, for power and desire.

At this moment, under the Vilnius Castle, three or five thousand people gathered. They were armed with sharp blades and wore elaborate armor. Gathered in front of the castle in twos and threes.

In front of them were dozens of knights in full gear. In front of the knight was Chris, dressed in ornate armor.

Because Griffin organized the firm to provide Chris with a large amount of gold dollars, Chris can be regarded as a shotgun changer, not only abandoning the original tattered armor that has been passed down for more than three generations, but also replacing it with a full-body armor produced by exquisite dwarves.

The double chain mail is underneath, and the outside is a thick plate armor that wraps the body. Although it looks very thick, the weight of the entire armor does not exceed that of regular armor. This is all thanks to the dwarves' superb blacksmithing. The equipment on his body alone is worth thousands of gold coins.

Chris had already planned to wait until the end of the war, and the equipment would be passed down as a family heirloom.

Again, with the backing of a chamber of commerce with deep pockets. The knights, knight apprentices, squires, etc., who followed Chris, were all dressed up from top to bottom.

As for the peasant soldiers who were temporarily conscripted, they were even more in decline according to the configuration of the regular army, from helmets to leather boots. Originally, many people were still very dissatisfied and resistant to Chris's forced conscription. But when they got their hands on it, no one wanted to resist. Because according to Chris, as long as the war is over, these weapons and equipment that only nobles can have will belong to them.

And this weaponry as hard currency is sometimes even more attractive than gold coins. Looking at this shimmering metallic armor is like looking at a golden coin.

Chris looked at the thousands of people in front of him, and a trace of pride inevitably rose in his heart.

"All the troops are leaving! Target, Escis!"

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"Lord Duke, don't you care about those people at all?" Adrien couldn't help but ask suspiciously when he saw Alan leisurely fishing for fish, not changing at all for his arrival.

"Ryan, how old are you?"

However, Alan did not answer the question, not only ignoring Adrian's doubts, but also caring about his age.

“。。。。 Fourteen. ”

"Your father died suddenly, and you inherited the family business at the age of fourteen, so it must have been not easy."

Adrien frowned slightly, he didn't understand why Eren was suddenly interested in him. According to Allen's usual style of acting, shouldn't he handle things cleanly and neatly, and then just send himself away at will? However, since Alan asked, Adrien could not fail to answer.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, everything is fine here, and there is no difficulty."

Alan turned his head sideways to glance at Adrian.

"Ryan, do you know when I inherited the dukeship?"

"This...

"I inherited the title of duke at the age of six." While Adrien was still hesitating, Alan went on first. "At that time, due to some things, I became a puppet who could not do anything, and thanks to the loyalty of Duke Lawrence and the servants in the family, I was able to keep this duke. It wasn't until more than a decade later that I regained the duke's authority. ”

"It's all providence, the blessing of our ancestors, Lord Duke."

Alan sighed, looked directly at Adrien and said, "Your father is a loyal knight, you can come to me with any difficulties and requests, this is what I owe your father."

Allen's tone was so real that he couldn't hear the falsehood. Adrien desperately tried to use Alan's words as a means of wooing, but he was still a fourteen-year-old boy after all. It can be seen from his tightly clenched fists that he is forcibly suppressing his inner feelings.

"In that case, why do you do this to him, Lord Duke?" Adrien was a little vague, but Alan understood what he meant.

"A glass of wine releases the military power, and people only see the superficial harmony, but they forget that the wine banquet used to celebrate is made of iron and blood. And under the banquet, there are even more white bones. ”

"Enough! After all, you're still in it for power! For your desires!" Adrien threw away the basket in his hand and roared.

The fish basket fell into the water and made a splash. The fish inside caught a glimpse of the opportunity and fled in all directions, and fled without a trace in an instant.

The march of thousands of men spread out for several kilometers over the land. Most of the soldiers were lazy and lazy, marching slowly in groups of three or five. And behind the army was a large number of merchants accompanying the army.

Chris looked at the army behind him with a dissatisfied expression, his heart full of anger and helplessness. He can be regarded as a person who has obeyed Allen's call and followed several major wars. I also know a little about Allen's army.

Although he had tried his best to keep the army under control like Alan, the soldiers were not at all controlled. If you manage it more strictly, there will be deserters in pieces. Even the knights around Chris, too, often galloped through the ranks, which not only affected the neatness of the procession, but also slowed down the march.

There is also a group of businessmen who accompany the army, and they are like kraft candy, and they can't get rid of it, and they can't get rid of it. If it weren't for Griffin's face, Chris would have really cut all those noisy and smoky drags. But this is really just a matter of thinking about it, if it really drives away those merchants who accompany the army. Without food and drink, clowns, prostitutes, and gambling, the knights would have been in a ruckus.

I have to say that after spending a few times in Allen's barracks, Chris is obviously uncomfortable when he returns to this old-style army.

There are no vigilant scouts or the familiar marching drums. There is no stern gendarmerie, nor the tall golden eagle flag on a red background that represents the life and glory of all soldiers.

Ay... Chris sighed, and for the first time he felt a hint of regret. With his legs between the horse's belly, he walked to the front row of the line out of sight and out of mind, not caring about the sloppy things behind him. (To be continued.) )