When the elder Pablo left with Aske, the expression on his face was not to mention how smug he was, especially when he saw that Tulaso still maintained an elegant and indifferent smile, but the coldness in his eyes could not be hidden.

Led Asque to the Grand Master's office, old Pablo went in and introduced him, and quietly mentioned the matter of Tulaso, and then closed the door and withdrew.

"So, that Highness also took a fancy to your strength, didn't you, Lord Asker?" Deslar put down the information in his hand and looked up.

"Huh." Aske didn't speak, just smiled, took out the identification document issued by the Holy See from his bosom, and placed it on Deslar's desk.

Deslar read the document in silence and said with some surprise:

"It turned out to be the leader of the Azure Sword...... Yes, I've heard your name, and the Iron Cross Mercenaries used to be in awe of you. ”

He is very cautious in his use of words here, "awe" rather than "praise", indicating that the Iron Cross Mercenary Regiment is not the attitude of the seniors who appreciate the juniors, but treats the Azure Sword as a peer opponent who can match him.

This may sound strange, but it doesn't seem difficult to understand given the prominent status of some members of the opposing team.

Not to mention the eldest lady of the Licinian family, the Holy See favored this and added all kinds of propaganda in Italy; As for the other Miss Eleanor, the Iron Cross Mercenary Regiment and the rest of their counterparts had already passed the gas not long ago:

His Majesty the Holy Solomon Empire wanted to meet this Miss Eleanor.

The specific reason is not clear, anyway, I can probably guess that it is nothing more than the bloody plot of an illegitimate daughter. In short, the people from the Iron Cross Headquarters said that if you encounter the Azure Sword on the mainland, please tell the local Iron Cross Branch, and they will send someone over as soon as possible.

This counts as a favor. There are not many opportunities to make the Iron Cross mercenary group owe favors, not only the mercenary groups in the industry, but even some small principalities are afraid that they can't ignore this opportunity.

The Holy See in Italy and Canada was probably the only exception, so when they vigorously promoted the exploits of the Azure Sword a few days ago, the people of Iron Cross did not dare to go directly to Solomon City - the relationship between the Holy See and the Holy See has not yet returned to normal since that great war.

In the case of Deslar, he was more inclined to tell the Iron Cross: The green sword you are looking for is coming to our Iberian Peninsula! However, after meeting the leader named Asker, the Grand Master of the Bull Mercenary Regiment suddenly changed his mind.

Some instinct based on his past experience told him that a good relationship with the Azure Sword might be more valuable than a favor in exchange for the Iron Cross.

"I take the liberty of asking." Deslar invited him to a seat, then asked with a smile, "This document should have been issued by the Holy See to the royal family of Aragon Castile to prove your identity to them." ”

"Why didn't you go directly to the royal capital of Lleida, nor did you go to Valencia to find the city lord, but instead came directly to our bull mercenary group?"

"It depends on our purpose." Asker asked him rhetorically, "What is the purpose of the Bull Mercenary Regiment's participation in this war of the dead?" ”

"To keep our fundamentals." Deslar replied, "Whether it is the former Catalan Mercenary Regiment or the current Bull Mercenary Regiment, our base has always been the Iberian Peninsula, the Kingdom of Aragone-Castia. ”

"That's why." Aske waved his hand, "You're only stationed in Valencia City on the front line, not anywhere else, right?" If Valencia falls, the undead will be able to move north along the Citrus Coast, which will be much more difficult to defend. ”

"Yes." Deslar understood what he meant and asked, "So you're here to help defend the kingdom?" But if that were the case, you could have taken your documents and gone to the lord of Valencia. ”

"So our purpose is not to defend the kingdom." Asker said, "Besides, we're just an elitist team. ”

"I see." Deslar groaned.

Elite small teams, of course, can't be mixed with the regular army, that's too wasteful. The most suitable tactic for them is the scalpel, that is, they are used as special forces to complete some extremely difficult special missions.

For example, infiltrating behind enemy lines, uprooting strongholds, sniping important people, and so on.

Conversely, if they defect to Valencia, they will most likely be integrated into the ranks of the Knights of the City Guard and become part of the garrison.

After all, for the Valencian city lord, going to the southern plateau to fight the undead is a completely high-risk and low-return matter, and it is better to hold on to his own territory to ensure that his interests are not lost, which is the typical thinking of feudal nobles.

In other words, not long after arriving in the Iberian Peninsula, the regimental commander had a complete understanding of the current situation and immediately made the most rational choice, right?

Thinking like this, Deslar unconsciously raised the assessment of the Blue Sword team in his heart by a level.

"So be it." Deslar pulled out a few documents from the pile of papers next to him, "We have some difficult tasks here, which were originally intended to be assigned to the Aragonese Raid Legion, but they are currently understaffed. ”

"If the Azure Sword is interested in this aspect, you can pick one to take over, and we will divide the reward according to the ratio of seven or three, you seven, and we three."

Asker took the document and flipped through it casually, and saw keywords such as "Lusitania Forest", "Badajos Jungle Area", and "Half-Elf Tribe" in one of the documents.

If I remember correctly, the demigod Maya that Mi'er knew should be entrenched in the hilly region of Badajoz. It is densely forested, the roads are rugged, and there are numerous tribes of half-elves scattered that are difficult for humans and undead to invade.

"That's it." He left the document and returned the rest to Deslar.

"Half-elves aren't much to talk to." "And the terrain in the dense forest is complicated, and food, temperature, and disease are all risks, and of course I believe you can handle these problems." ”

"Do you have a map of Lusitania here?" Asker asked.

"No, the Half-Elf tribe doesn't allow us to map, and they're very sensitive about it." Deslar shook his head, "However, our logistics colleagues have regular trade with them, so I have a good idea of the route into the jungle, and I will arrange for him to guide you." ”

"Okay." "If we can, we plan to leave as soon as possible." ”

"Tomorrow morning, then?" "Nine o'clock in the morning. ”

"Okay."