It didn't take much effort for Eshu to complete the formation of the convoy at the Raven City army station, everything was just as Gregory IV had arranged before, twenty iron guards and ten dragon knights, all battle-hardened veterans, fully armed, well-maintained with weapons and armor. Although Livingston's regular infantry has been criticized for their armament and their combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced when they come out of the snowfield, the Iron Guards of the Arch Guard are clearly not among them, and their treatment is comparable to that of the Dragon Knights, so they can be equipped with new heavy armor in a structured and large-scale manner, without having to compete with the Guardian Legion for crude lock-plate composite armor - a craft that was obsolete at the beginning of the century! The Iron Guard is the closest super-heavy infantry to the north, and they have repeatedly hedged against the strong super-heavy infantry of their neighbors, but the battle loss ratio has always been evenly matched, which shows the high quality of this unit. As for the dragon knights, not to mention, among all the halls that cultivate dragon knights in the north, the Ryan headquarters where Duke Alexis sits is the first place, and then it is naturally Raven City. This small force is enough to sweep through five times its own mercenary force head-on, and if properly commanded, it can even achieve zero damage.

Plutor was escorted by General William, and although he was about to embark on a long journey across the north and to spend long time in the most remote corners of Pande, he had not much of his luggage - more than a royal nobleman, mostly books, neatly stacked in carriages, in addition to the armor of the Iron Guard, a short axe, and a large shield. General Wilhelm also brought a pack horse with two huge chests hanging from the horse's back. "This is your prize for winning in the Raven Arena, and each chest contains six hundred and forty golden dragon dinars. And this," General William said, taking an envelope from his bosom and stuffing it into Estheau's hand, "is the letter that His Majesty has asked you to forward to the Duke of Alaric, and upon receipt of the letter he will pay the remaining twelve and eight thousand dinars. You must ensure the safety of His Royal Highness on the road! ”

"Understood." Esher said. He could tell from his expression that General William was not satisfied with the tone of his answer, but the other party did not say much, and after the explanation, he said goodbye to Plutol.

"Father really values you, Mr. Baranduk, not every new baron can be supported so much." Prutor watched General William leave, "Of course, with your ability and contributions, you are worthy of my father's treatment. His gaze fell on the wolf axe beside Estheu's waist, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "This battle axe has a unique shape and a very different style of craftsmanship from the Pander Continent, can I take the liberty of asking you from which blacksmith shop you got this weapon?" ”

"This is the trophy I captured from the Omenwolf Wolf, originally his weapon."

"So this is the 'wolf axe'? It's different from what I remember. Prutor took out a pen and paper out of nowhere, and completed a sketch with him, and by the way, he also drew Esher into it, and handed it to Esher when he was done. Esher had to admit that Plutor was so skilled in painting that even if he didn't know anything about the technique of using the brush, he could see that the neat and sharp lines revealed a great tension between them. As the main object, the wolf axe is the most delicately depicted, and the texture and texture are strongly and heavily highlighted on the plane, while the wolf axe holder Esher is more sloppy, with only vague eyebrows and toned body lines.

"Your Highness is planning to study painting at the Royal Academy?" Eshua asked casually, and soon regretted it.

"No, I've already drawn well enough, and I was still in charge of some of the portraits of the northern territories when the dean wrote "Pan Dezhi". The reason why I went to the Royal College was to abide by the rules of my ancestors: the heir to the throne of Livingston must enter the Royal College before he reaches adulthood, study with the current dean, and receive permission before leaving. Therefore, there is no such thing as intensive study, and I will learn whatever the dean taught me, and I will probably repeat what my father studied back then, which is nothing more than military politics. Painting is nothing more than a trivial hobby. Prutor gushed as if he had opened a conversation, and Esher could only play the role of a silent listener, making sure that the conversation would not go on endlessly. It wasn't until Plutor relented that Eshu reminded him lightly, "Please board the car, Your Highness, we are ready to go." ”

Estheus avoided actively talking to Plutor all the way, and he rode at the front of the group, deliberately keeping his distance from the carriage. Occasionally, however, Prutor jumped out of the carriage in high spirits and rode his spare steed for some distance with Estheau. Fortunately, he also realized that Eshy's personality was not very cheerful, so he did not blindly provoke topics, but more often admired the winding lines of the misty mountains in the distance, and sometimes galloped forward on horseback, printing the escorts on the snowfield on parchment. Plutol doesn't exaggerate his drawing skills, and he can still easily complete a detailed sketch on the back of a bumpy horse. As long as Plutor remained in sight, Esher would not deliberately stand in his way. Moreover, the journey to the Shoro Peninsula was relatively safe, and the mercenaries encountered a lot, and the bandits really didn't see a few.

Upon arriving at Shendford, with a letter from Gregory IV, Esher easily entered the Inner Fort. Duke Alaric even came out to greet him personally. The richest lord in the North was a beautiful man who was extremely rare in Livingston, with delicate and soft features. His father, the old Duke of Araric, was a strong man in the north, but his mother was a commoner woman from the empire, who was exiled several times during the war, and finally became a maid by the side of the elder Alaric for the rest of her life. Although the North did not reject illegitimate children, Duke Alaric inherited too much of his mother's gentle eyebrows, and even his name "Grimor" was a pure southern accent, which also made him suffer from the cold in the family, but when his father and brothers died in battle under Raven City, Grimmore became the sole heir of the Alaric family. He was also too shrewd to be a northerner, and after the two dragon and lion battles, he tried his best to restore trade with Sarion, and repeatedly negotiated with Schneider, the "Tiger of Gold and Silver", and in his hands the wealth of Shendefu increased further, so that he could easily help his colleagues in the north - he was bold as a creditor, and he could pay back what he could afford, and he would not add any interest if he could not afford it, so he had an excellent reputation among the nobles and had the highest reputation.

"I thought it would be Setanda escorting His Royal Highness, but I didn't expect His Majesty to hand over such a heavy task to a new baron." Duke Alaric glanced at Prutor and smiled.

"Uncle has something important to do, so let Sir Barandoke do it for him." Prutor smiled and replied, "If you're not in a hurry to go to Poynbru, you must find an opportunity to visit Swan Lake and the Holy Land of Lyra in Shendford." ”

"Waiting for Your Highness at any time." Duke Alaric bowed slightly, then turned to Estheu, "This is the reward that Your Majesty has entrusted me to pay to Your Excellency. Douglas! He shouted.

A short time later, Duke Alaric walked behind him a strong man who looked like a giant, almost as high as the gate of the inner fort, dressed in rough bear skins, and carrying a heavy iron box in his arms, in which a golden dragon worth 128,000 dinars was contained. The box is quite large, but it looks small and delicate in the arms of a strong man.

"This is Douglas, the 'Iron Bear' of Shendefu." Duke Alaric introduced.

"Hey, guest, good!" Douglas smiled innocently, his voice was thick and indistinct, and the pronunciation of the lingua franca was so non-standard that even simple bytes were difficult for the listener to distinguish. Whether it's in Livingston or Fieldsway, Douglas is also unique in this physique - his fierce brute strength as a bear is also, in exchange, his intelligence is not high, but this is not a congenital defect, but an acquired regret. No one knows Douglas's biological parents, who grew up in the Misty Mountains, were raised by an ice bear couple, and lived a life of fur and blood. During a hunting season in the Misty Mountains, his ice bear parents died tragically in front of him. A frenzied Douglas tore apart everything in front of him and ran out of the Misty Mountains. She is bumped into by the Lyra Saintess Middlea, who uses only a jar of honey to get Douglas to honestly return to Shendefu with her. Because he grew up with wild beasts, he was mentally deficient and only obeyed the words of the Holy Maiden. Soon Douglas showed terrifying combat prowess. During a confrontation with Fieldsway, he single-handedly stormed into enemy lines to rescue Duke Alaric - mainly because Midia was also under siege, and Fieldsway's proud Axe Cavalry Brigade and Springs Guards were crushed at the touch of a button, and the battle-hardened regular army was not fundamentally different from the barbarians of the Misty Mountains. This battle officially established his status as a super-first-class martial artist, and he jumped from Shen Defu's "bear child" Douglas to today's "Iron Bear" Douglas. There is no shortage of good deeds in the North who compare him to another supreme warrior, the king's younger brother Setanda Grageory. They had fought in the arena of Shendefu, and in the end they were both defeated, and if it weren't for the large number of scholars used by the Royal Academy, and the Duke of Alaric also spent a lot of money on medicinal herbs, both of them would probably end up with lifelong disabilities.

"Just load it in the wagon." Prutor said, but Douglas just giggled and didn't react. "Douglas, put the box, put it in, the horse, the cart, the inside." Duke Alaric said on the side, smiling apologetically at Plutol, "I'm sorry, Douglas only listened to the Holy Maiden's instructions, and if it weren't for the Holy Maiden's mouth, I wouldn't have been able to command him." ”

"Midia, Mom! Let me, listen to you, words! Douglas smiled and walked to the carriage with the iron box, "Listen to Mommy!" Yes! Honey! ”

"It doesn't hurt." Plutor said, not forgetting to take out a pen and paper to record Douglass's posture.

"If you are entangled in official business, you won't send each other." The Duke of Alaric said, and gave a military salute to Estheux, "I hope that Sir Barandoke will protect His Highness." ”

"As it should be." Estheu responded with a military salute.

After Eshy and the group left, Douglas staggered to Duke Alaric's side: "Midia, mother! Where is it! ”

"I'm looking for honey for you." Duke Alaric didn't look at Douglas, and didn't seem to want to dwell on the topic more, "I'll come back when I've found enough." Try not to call the saint Mother as much as possible, she is younger than you. ”

"Mom, don't let me, call, cai, don't call."

"Whatever you want." Duke Alaric said coldly, "Go and get a raven, if you pinch it to death this time, there will be no honey for a week." ”