The sound of hooves crushed the calm air of Mathieu Village, and many people looked towards the entrance of the village.

The riders of the strongholds arranged here were also very vigilant to come out to check.

They had barely left the house when they saw a familiar figure walking quickly.

"Hey, Luca, you're back, Lord?"

"Isn't this a little man, how can he be so tired?"

They had already established a considerable degree of friendship with the residents of Mathew Village, and at this moment, many of the onlookers went to help lead the horses and unload the goods.

Old Jamie scratched his beard, slung the fainting skinny fellow on his shoulders, and walked straight to the tavern.

The second half of the rush exposed the physical gap.

Adam rode the dust and was in good spirits.

The cavalrymen gritted their teeth and looked tired, but Lukka felt that his vision was beginning to blur.

After the little man vomited three times, he completely lost his movement.

Speaking of which, fortunately this is Anton Weisen's war horse, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to withstand this kind of toss.

Eventually, they chose to rest in the village and return to their base tomorrow morning.

……

The sky was dizzy, and the sunset began to get slightly drunk.

The whistle resounded through the bushes, one after the other, and passed like a relay.

The cavalrymen brace themselves and are ready to defend themselves against a surprise attack.

"Take it easy, your own people."

Adam replied flutteringly.

The nervousness faded from their faces, and turned into doubt, what is the identity of this gentleman, the bandit leader?

Now that they have entered their own territory, the cavalry unconsciously began to observe the surroundings.

Overall just one feeling - clean!

The shrubs and vines are all well cared for.

Everything that was edible, medicinal, and oil-refining seemed to have been swept away.

In the surrounding shadows, the movement of the rustling never stopped.

You can detect that there are people inside, and those strange creatures of compassion have not even been swept away.

Looking at the handsome and resolute back in front of you, can you say......

A chieftain of a nation that settled in the mountains?

This doubt was quickly dispelled, and traces of commercial transportation and civilization gathering points were already on display.

After passing through the path, the whole view suddenly opens up.

There was a stop at the merchant station at the edge of the road, and the horse-drawn carriages were unloading, and if you looked closely, it was the various things that had been transported back from Taiganda in advance.

[You return to the stronghold, the gloom on the faces of the residents is swept away, and they salute you respectfully. 】

"Welcome home, my lord."

The unloading residents unloaded the boxes in unison, bent down the pole, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously raised.

Suzerain? He's a lord!

The cavalrymen subconsciously straightened their backs, looked at each other, and walked in after them.

The construction continues, and it seems to be much more abundant after many days.

Adam appeared, as if a ditch had been dug up, scattering people from all over the stronghold, gathering like a tidal wave, and blocking the path and around the dwellings in an instant.

Regardless of gender, young and old, when they see it from afar, they begin to smile, and joy is engraved on their faces.

The workers who were closer lifted the cloth clothes that were used to shade their heads and bowed their heads.

"My lord."

"Sir, you're back."

"Bless you, lord."

……

Adam replied with a smile, not very enthusiastic.

But people were consciously aware of it, quite reassured, and very satisfied to return to their respective posts, and put the good news into the topic and discussed.

"What do you think?"

"What the hell it feels like."

The cavalry muttered quietly.

They were watching Adam's beloved scene for most of the whole time, and no one threw them strange and scrutinizing glances, as if they were very accustomed to outsiders.

That kind of weird atmosphere is something I have never seen in my life.

Maybe it's not a lord, but a clergyman of some church, and this is a stronghold of believers!

When Adam had dealt with the trouble, he galloped back.

It's not a longing for a secure place, it's a kind of uneasiness.

Settling the griffin means making your own choices, just like the one at the crossroads, which will inevitably lead to some outcome.

He had a hunch that it had something to do with the stronghold.

Sure enough, the welcoming crowd dispersed, and the militia stayed.

Before they could say anything, they could already see the problem on the small map.

【Simple Stables (Destroyed)】

Moreover, as he gazed intently, detailed notes emerged, and the number of his horses decreased.

"Are there any casualties?"

Adam frowned at the ruins in front of him, the roof of the canopy was forcibly lifted, and even flew far away, smashing into a certain dwelling.

The thigh-thick support wood was broken by the waist.

Although the scene has been briefly renovated and cleaned up, the blood-stained ropes and corpses next to it are shocking enough.

"The militia on duty guarding the stables ran to inform everyone that day, and avoided the collisions, and the occupants of the houses suffered some abrasions, but there were no other casualties except for the horses."

The man was explaining, and Adam listened intently, observing the tracks around him.

Someone came to lead the way, and led the cavalry to put the horses in a safe and hidden place, and they got Adam's permission and went away.

And always pay attention to the progress here, this is a "character test question".

Based on their years of experience, the most fatal job is to report losses and bring bad news to those in power.

The disparity in status and the temper cultivated by power can easily make it a victim.

"Hiss......"

The strong man saw that Adam nodded after listening, smiled kindly, and patted the other person on the shoulder, which felt like comfort and encouragement?

"Hey, look at that girl."

"Which one?"

The discussion and the subject shifted, and the women in the stronghold were active everywhere, not only doing farm chores, but also drinking at the door of the tavern like men.

Young girls also wear casual clothes and use their weight advantage to climb onto the roofs and let men do it for them.

"Fuck you, that's what I'm talking about!"

The eyes were gathered, and the curious and excited cavalry looked up the ramp again.

A girl popped out of the tavern door.

She smiled like the sun, as light as a dandelion, and bounced down the steps with her calves, untying the scarf on her head as she ran, and tying her long waterfall hair tightly as she ran.

The mercenaries were silent for an instant, with different expressions on their faces, and the more sensitive ones even avoided their gaze slightly, and their eyes were warm.

"If Anya were still alive, she might have grown up like this."

The strong man who said this was a father, and he was.

The girl searched for a figure in the crowd, and happened to see this group of fierce-looking strangers, and she smiled shyly, as if she had said hello.

But the mercenaries all turned sideways to avoid it.

They are ashamed of their filth, their hands are stained with blood, and they dare not hope for this simple beauty.

At this time, the words that the gentleman had said came back to my mind.

"You have to protect something."

"No one will talk about your past."

They thought of this, took a deep breath, and then had the courage to straighten their backs and walk under the sun to feel the temperature.

At the stable, Adam had already arranged his work.

He thought that this time it would be a complete renovation, with new tools to handle the materials, and to upgrade the whole building.

"Sir, Mr. Adam!"

The cheerful voice poured into my heart like warm water.

Ya immediately subconsciously checked whether there was any blood left on his body, and suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help but sigh - this girl really has a magical power.

"I think you're more tired than I am."

He said.

Jane shook her head, moved her slender foot back and tapped her head excitedly when she finished saluting.

Panting, with the morning light hidden in his eyes.