"Mr. Baranduk, Mr. Kisia, first meeting, I am Falken Ivanles, lord of Fort Finbre." The old man in a black coat held out his hand towards Esher and Kia, his gaze as deep as a well.

"Esher Baranduk."

"Kisya."

"Gail told me your names." The old man shook hands with the two of them one by one. His hands were thin and thin, and he could see bulging joints and cyan veins under his wrinkled skin, but they were vigorous and powerful. Kia could feel a slightly rough pain as he shook hands, as if he had been caught by a goshawk's claws. He couldn't help but look at the old man in front of him seriously. Like his father, the Duke of Elfwan, Viscount Ivanles was a veteran of two dragon and lion battles. However, both are the only remaining veterans, but the two have different voices in their respective countries. Most of Ravenston's lords are young men promoted by Gregory IV during the Second Battle of the Dragon and Lion, and many of them have broken the age record for the knighthood of Pender. One of the most representative is Frost Alexis, who rose from a nobleman who had never been officially knighted to Duke Ryan at the age of twenty-eight. His relationship with Viscount Ivanles was not good, and it could even be said that it was tense. It's an open secret in the North. But any nobleman who grew up in the north knows that when Gregory IV announced the banishment of the Knights of the Falcon, Ivanles, who was still an earl at the time, tried his best to defend it, even at the expense of using his own domain Fenbrai Castle as their temporary hideout. While Ivan was still arguing in Livingston, Frost had already led a team of dragon knights into Fenbre Castle and dragged out the supporters of Princess Ursula for execution. When Ivan Les returned to his domain, all he saw was the dense skulls hanging in front of the city gates.

The seeds of contradiction have been planted since then. Ivan Les then paid the price for his provocation to the authority of the new king - Gregory IV magnanimously allowed him to keep his domain, but cut off his first rank and demoted him from earl to viscount. He is also not seen in Livingston's second battle of the Dragon and Lion for revenge. From then on, Falken Ivanles, who had been in the limelight during the reign of Gregory III, faded out of northern politics.

"In the first week of the contract, you made a huge impression on me." The old man spoke slowly, his voice mellow and loud, which made people can't help but feel warm in their hearts, as if they had poured a sip of warm old wine, "Raid on Porhulaban, force back the Marquis of Siggimond, and turn the tide of the war." Never before in Ravenston's history has a mercenary been able to do this. If you think about it carefully, the commission of 150,000 yuan is too stingy. However," he said, "a contract is a contract, and I have already brought the remaining 140,000." ”

"Listening to the Viscount, it seems that there is still a task to take care of us in the next three weeks?" Kia said neither humbly nor arrogantly. If it was just to fulfill the contract, Galbord could come alone, so how could there be such a need to mobilize the people? This off-string sound, but it is ringing, deafening, just waiting for him to echo it.

Viscount Ivanles looked at Kia appreciatively: "Not bad. The military map that Gelbord presented me earlier was from you, right? The level is unprecedented. Even the young people who have studied at the Royal Academy may not be as detailed as yours. ”

"Lord Viscount is laughing, it's just a little superficial skill, why bother." Kia suddenly felt a little apprehensive in his heart, the drawing techniques he displayed in that military situation map were too professional and not quite in line with his current identity as an adventurer. Won't it be seen through again? He thought uneasily.

"Really? I want you to be my advisor. Viscount Ivanles smiled, of course he knew that an ordinary mercenary would never be able to make such a high-level military plan. But since Kea deliberately concealed it, he would not delve into it. "Is Mr. Kisia the captain of this mercenary?"

"No, he is." Kia gestured to Eshu beside him, "Strictly speaking, I'm his friend and advisor. ”

"Oh?" Viscount Ivan looked at Esher with some surprise. As the leader of the first team, this young man wrapped in bandages could not help but be a little too much of a word, and after introducing himself, he never said a word, like a silent rock. Very interesting combination, the old man looked back and forth at the two young people in front of him, and a smile of remembrance rose at the corner of his mouth. "You two, come with me to the Inland Sea."

……

Livingston Hinterland, Ryan City.

The frost-covered black walls towered high above the snow, like the broad back of a dragon. This is the headquarters of the Dragon Knights, and since its inception, the fate of the youngest knight in Pander has been closely tied to this majestic city. Their roars resounded here, their blood was sprinkled here, and their glory was engraved here. The Northlanders have always been rebellious and wild, and the Dragon Knights are the most unruly and wild people in a thousand miles. And the man who controls this group of unruly and wild dragon knights, Frost Alexis, the youngest Duke of Pander ever, may also be the most unruly and wild existence in all of Pande.

Duke's Palace.

"My lord, the Western Front is urgent!" The bearded man slammed his shoulders against the ornately decorated door and exclaimed, "Siggimond has withdrawn to the Iron Oak Castle. Frost's Breath Mountain and Dragonguard Fort are safe and sound! My lord, I didn't say what the Iron Arm was fighting in this battle! Give him 10,000 troops, and he won't be able to eat the Dragon Guard Fort with only 3,000 people in a month, and he is still worthy of being in command of Fields for ten years? He was afraid that he didn't give his daughter to Vidis to sleep for ten years! Maybe the red sword and the fork beard also have a share, otherwise the two brothers would never have competed with him for the position of marshal. The words in the man's mouth became more and more unsightly, and he did not obediently close his mouth until the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk impatiently raised a finger.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, his fingers pointing outward. The man understood, turned and left in a standard military posture, not forgetting to take the door that he had knocked open before leaving. After a while, there was a knock on the door: "Report!" ”

"Come in!"

"Report to your Excellency, good news has come from the Western Front, the Marquis of Sigimond has withdrawn his troops from the foot of Frost Breath Mountain." The man pushed open the door and stood upright not far from the table.

"That's enough." The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, his ice-blue pupils seemed to be extremely condensed with a deep cold. "I won't pursue it this time. After all, no one expected that Ivanles would really be able to hold the Dragon Guard Fort with three thousand men. But, Lista, if something like this happens a second time, you go to the stables and sweep the manure for a week. ”

"Yes, sir!" The man named Lista saluted like a bell.