Two weeks have passed since Byron's stay at Dehrim, and Jamila's bill has been issued twice.

The expenses are detailed in detail, so Byron can sit in his chair and pour a glass of wine and enjoy himself while calculating his next plans.

Over the course of half a month, Byron spent about two hundred dinars, half of which were spent on socializing, and the rest was spent on the normal consumption and training needs of the team members.

Byron was comfortable during this time, walking around the city, and going out of the city to train with Fatis and Bandak and inspect his soldiers.

In this half month, Byron's skills have improved significantly.

[One-Handed Weapon Mastery +7;Two-Handed Weapon Mastery +10;Longpole Weapon Mastery +5;Crossbow Mastery +12;]

And on top of that, Byron's level has increased by 1 level, and attribute points have also been added to strength.

And with the extra extra points, Byron increased his one-handed proficiency to 55, and now he can fight with Fatis with a sword and shield in one hand, and Byron can also support it for a while.

After more specialized training, Byron's untrained light infantry increased by two.

[Army

Force Leader: Byron;

Leader command limit: 60 (*Soldiers who exceed the limit will cause morale drops and other unpredictable consequences)

Size: Team

Byron

Fatis

Bandak

Jamila

Caravan Guard*10;

Poorly trained Svadian light infantry *5

Svadia militia*3

Lack of training of the Swadia militia*10

Farmer*5

Weekly salary payable: 137

Morale: 90; High; Base Morale: 50; Supply bonus: 10; Short-term morale bonus: Battle wins: 5; Spoils of War: 10; Comfortable Environment: 15】

Now Byron had a team of more than thirty men, and the carts had been replaced by horse-drawn carriages, a total of six wagons that were common on the streets, and a team of this size should be enough to go north to do business.

Byron also began procuring thick furs and cotton coats to keep his troops warm as they crossed the Vecchian snowfields.

At the same time, Byron also armed himself and several of his important teammates.

Byron now has three layers of protection, the soft armor inside, the chain mail in the middle and a plate armor breastplate, and the outer layer of thickened cotton armor, which is both warm and protective. The legs and arms were also protected by metal armor, and the helmet was with nose guards. This outfit costs a lot of Byron's dinars, especially the cuirass, although it is not a good product, but after changing the size, it still costs 120 dinars.

Fatis had the same outfit as Byron, except that a cuirass was missing. Not enough for Fatis to have an armoured horse, a riding spear that Byron had bought for 50 dinars, and a kite-shaped shield. The current Fatis is the real heavy cavalry.

Bandak's cotton armor was also of good quality chain mail, and he wore a pot helmet on his head, which was preferred by Rhodok's soldiers, and his weapons were still heavy crossbows and war hammers.

As for Jamila, in addition to the thick coat on the outside, there is also leather armor that suits her figure and a chain mail with an improved chest position, which is very suitable for her.

Together with the warm coats and coats of the members of the team, and a whole three-wagon of supplies and camping supplies, Byron prepared a whole bag of flannel alone, and more than a hundred pounds of charcoal bought from the charcoal burners, which Byron spent 700 dinars.

There are not many people who know Byron's peony symbol, and even if they do, they will compare Byron with those ordinary mercenary teams.

A businessman with a squad of soldiers, this is already considered the highest rating.

If Byron wants to achieve his ends, with great power and wealth, then he must do something.

With this in mind, Byron went to his farm, where the peasants he had hired were busy at work.

Food and shelter, free wine and a few dinarinas every month, many serfs and farmers who could not survive wanted to work here in Byron. He was treated no worse than a servant in a rich family.

"Fatis, call all of our people, the weather is starting to get warmer, and we should go north too."

Byron crossed his waist and looked at the recruits who were training, and his expression was not good.

The soldiers were clearly perfunctory, and he wouldn't agree.

"Maybe we should train a little longer until their sword-wielding hands stop shaking."

Fatis understood Byron's thoughts, and he knew that his captain wanted to go north, but he was worried that the soldiers were not strong enough.

"No, if you don't let these country ruffians and peasants suffer a little bit and see a little blood, they won't understand how important what they learn is to their lives."

Byron said to Fatis helplessly.

"You're a little too anxious, you only have one life, you don't have to be in such a hurry to tell them that."

Fatis glanced at the failures and prayed for the soldiers who had died in battle.

"There are some things that the sooner you understand, the better."

Byron didn't explain much about anything.

"Gather them after lunch, and I'll have to tell them where we're going."

Byron was about to turn away after saying this, but Fatis kept him after that.

"I can see that you desire a strong army."

"I do."

Byron put down his feet and turned his head slightly.

"But you don't want to be a robber, and you don't want to be just a mercenary captain."

"If I could, I'd like to avoid that, and not get in touch with those sinful things."

"But at such a cost to train your own soldiers instead of hiring a team of mercenaries on a temporary basis, it's hard to imagine that there is no hidden purpose in this."

"So what, Fatis?"

Byron turned completely and stared at the other's glasses, and he realized that Fatis knew a little too much.

"I just need to remind you that if you need a real army, a ragtag army armed with mercenaries and peasants is not enough."

Fatis's expression did not change, and his tone was the same as before. But his words attracted Byron.

"Perhaps, how do we solve this?"

Byron asked seriously.

"A peasant, they don't touch their weapons except when the lord needs them. But the son of a knight, he was five years old to wield a wooden sword, and at the age of ten he was to be able to pull a longbow, use a crossbow arrow, and learn how to take care of a war horse. ”

"When he was sixteen years old, his family had prepared for him the outfit of a knight, and let him fight for the title himself. Successful or not, he became a good fighter. Even if most people don't take chivalry seriously anymore, the tradition still exists. ”

"If you really want the nobles to see you as equals, you don't just want to be a mercenary captain. You need strong warriors, valiant knights, and outstanding commanders in your troops. ”

"When the number of troops of this composition reaches a certain number, you will find that no nobleman will dare to look down on you, even without a title. Even the king will welcome you in his palace. ”

Fatis woke up Byron, this is not a game after all, the farmer upgrades the soldiers who rise, and it will be very difficult to upgrade to the heavy cavalry.

The judgment of this system as a golden finger is very correct, if you can't ride a horse, you can't be upgraded to a cavalry, and if you don't have a seal, I'm afraid you can't upgrade to a knight, even if the equipment is the same, or even better, he is still not a knight.

If Byron wants to do something big, then he must have the support of those who are in high places.

"Quite right, Fatis. But why are you telling me this? ”

Byron nodded, clasped his hands and looked at Fatis with a puzzled look.