"Make a business," Bichiel said casually, tilting his head, "and you may not know it, we're evacuating Hillsbrad." These people are my goods, and I will sell them all to the south. ”

"Master, I'm afraid you won't be able to get by." The leading Syndicate Captain took a few steps towards the group, and looking at the pair of frightened eyes, he looked back at Bichiel and said, "The fork in front was blocked by people from the Silver Pine Forest, who had set up camp there. ”

The captain of the syndicate shrugged helplessly, "It's not just there, it's their people in the entire south of Hillsbrad, almost every road. Squads like ours were driven out of the meadows and villages. ”

"Oh? When did it happen? Bichiel frowned and stared, trying to pretend he didn't know anything, "How did it get to this point?" ”

"That's it, sir." The captain walked around the line a few times, casually watching, "You will only become their captive when you pass." ”

In front of them, Bichiel pondered. It must have been a good thing for him, but he had to pretend to be like it and not make them suspicious. After all, no one else will be their opponent except themselves.

Pretending to think, Beechr looked up and said to them, "Thanks for the reminder, but I'll have to try." I don't think anyone would have a hard time with gold..."

The captain of the syndicate turned his head to look at Bichir in surprise, and finally he spread his hands, "You're a... Brave lord..."

"When I wasn't a nobleman, I used to be the captain of a smuggling ship." Pitchir smiled proudly, he groped around his waist and pulled out a few gold coins and tossed them to them, "I travel through all corners of the Endless Sea, delivering my goods to every continent. Minotaurs, goblins, centaurs and even boars and harpies. As long as it's something that can be communicated, there's no one who doesn't like gold. ”

"So, I understand something.," Bichiel took the reins of the steed, turned back to them and smiled at them, "You must understand that the gold will not run into your purse by itself, and you will need to find a way to do it yourself." ”

"Then we can only wish you good luck," the captain of the syndicate turned over with his men in a little surprise, stuffing the gold coins into their respective purses, "Do you need our escort to thank you for your generosity?" Master? ”

"No," said Bichier, who also turned over his horse, and said calmly, "Actually, I'll take off my clothes later..."

The captain responded with a flattering smile, "It's me, I'll do the same, master, then goodbye!" ”

It wasn't until the gang couldn't see the shadow and completely disappeared into the hills of Hillsbrad that Beechel breathed a sigh of relief.

They didn't even ask anyone else to confirm the authenticity of Bechier's identity... It's so casual... This is the case with the loose tissue of the syndicate. It's hard for this to happen in other criminal organizations.

"Let's go! Come on! Find the Silver Pine Forest Man in front! Just a sigh of relief, Bechier's heart lifted again.

The Syndicates walked back, and the road would not fork in until it reached the village where they lived. That is to say, these people are going to their villages, which means that they will soon find out what is going on there.

The people in the village who insisted on staying behind were going to suffer, and their identities could be revealed at any time, and then they might be hunted down. The problem they face now is to find the patrolling Silver Pine Forest soldiers as soon as possible before they are killed!

Everyone was enveloped in panic and marched at a much faster pace. The dirt roads in the countryside were already uneven, and many of the people in the carriage were bumped and spat out the sour water churning in their stomachs.

Perhaps it was the favor of the Holy Light, and they soon saw the hazy pile of fire in the distance....

He could hear the joy and excitement of the villagers who saw the light of the fire behind him, but he didn't wait for them to take a few steps. A swarm of torches rushed out of the camp.

Bichir told everyone to put away their weapons, and he rolled over and dismounted to meet them.

More than a dozen soldiers dressed in a mix of light chain mail and leather armor surrounded their group. The bright red color of the armor in the light of the fire let Beechel know that they were soldiers under Lord Harvey.

To his surprise, the soldiers just surrounded them and no one spoke.

"I am Sir Beechelle Mormont, and I fled from the Syndicate with these refugees." Bichiel couldn't figure out what they were going to do, so he explained further, "I captured some of their leaders and came to Southsea Town to ask Lord Harvey to collect my bounty. ”

The soldiers were still watching him warily, as if to see the swords and syndicate attire that each of them was carrying, and a female non-commissioned officer stepped forward.

"Hand over your weapons..."

Bichir looked at the robe on her chest, except for the sergeant's rank, like the small number and row of numbers, and the small mark of the cross of the sword and shield, and the burning fire on his chest, which was not recorded in the heraldic knowledge in his mind.

Maybe I don't remember it all, right?

This is also no way, when he was forced by the prince, he barely learned to recognize the heraldic Bichir and felt that he was very smart. At that time, he was still illiterate...

The atmosphere was a little stiff, and Beechr shouted to the farmers behind him, "Hand over your weapons." ”

At his command, the peasants stepped forward one after another, leaving their swords still on the ground.

The sound of tinkling sounds...

"Your weapon..."

The lady was wearing a helmet and a T-shaped mask, and the expression on her face was not visible, but the one-handed sword and shield in her hand were always pointed at him.

"This is my trophy, Sergeant. I'm a knight, and you don't have the right to ask me to do that. Naturally, Beechel wouldn't let her disarm, which was something he had proven to Harvey.

"The rebellious nobles are also nobles..."The lady officer tilted her head, and the soldier beside her hung her shield and one-handed sword on the card slot behind her back, and stepped forward to pick up a few long swords on the ground.

"How do you prove your identity? Aren't you in league with those people? ”

"You know this? Little girl? Somewhat helplessly, Bichiel took off the buckle attached to his belt, and handed the scabbard and long sword to the lady, "Look at the coat of arms on this, do you recognize these things?" ”

"This is the weapon of their leader that I have captured, and they are still in the convoy behind us. And I am indeed a knight..."Beechell's words were interrupted before he could finish his sentence....

"This coat of arms represents the Ike family of Alterac Sinlandburg, which is a viscounty. They were among the old nobles of Alterac who supported Dasalia's rebellion. ”

Beecher looked at her dumbfounded, and the latter said casually, "Name your family coat of arms, Sir." Otherwise, you will become our enemies. ”

“... The badge is... It's a two-masted ship with sails..."Bichier looked at her in shock, he felt that his three views had been turned upside down!

When!! Ordinary non-commissioned officers understand the heraldry of the nobility?

"House Mormont, the knighted family of the Proudmoors. More than a decade ago, Sir Bechiel Mormont and the Third Fleet of Coultiras disappeared on the east coast of the wetlands..."

"A Brief Description of the Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and Their Marriages is only recorded here, and based on your approximate age, you should be Sir Mormont." The lady bowed slightly and saluted, "Welcome, Sir Mormont, but I still doubt the relationship between you and the old nobles of Alterac at the moment. ”

"Damn it! You're not going to memorize all the bricks, are you?!! "Beecher's surprise is incomparable! That book really does look like a few big bricks put together! How can anyone write down such a boring thing?!

The sergeant focused her gaze on the Mormont warhorse, with two nobles' swords on her left side. "Viscount Bayi. Viscount Taras..."

"It seems that you have captured three nobles." The sergeant withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Beecher, "Sir, do you need any help?" ”

Bearing the shock in his heart, Bichir sighed and said, "I do need help, I led them to kill the three nobles' direct subordinates, and their other subordinates must have discovered us. Please escort us to Southsea to find Lord Harvey, we need to claim the bounty and his protection. ”

"Is it the original owner of these horses?" The female sergeant looked at the war horses at the back of the team and asked, these more than fifty war horses have reins but no one rides, obviously this is a little different.

"Yes."

The sergeant nodded to Mormont, turned her head and whispered a few words to the soldier next to her, who put away his weapon and turned his back to the sergeant. By the light of the fire, the sergeant took out a pen that did not need to be stained with ink, used the shield on the soldier's back as a tabletop, and scribbled something on the paper.

Eventually, she handed the paper to the soldier and said a few words again, and the soldier nodded and went to Bechiel's team to lead a war horse out, turned over and rushed out in the direction they were going.

"Let's go, Sir, then." The sergeant put away her sword and shield, as did the other soldiers. Then, in the surrounding grass, more than a dozen fully armed soldiers stood up in an instant.

"We'll escort you for some distance, and I've reported your situation to Lord Harvey in Nanhai overnight."

The alarm was lifted, and the patrol soldiers in the camp returned to the camp in groups of more than a dozen men, while the rest followed Mormont's team, riding on their captured horses to protect them.

With the confusion of what lies ahead, Beechel had no choice but to go to Nanhai Town under the leadership of the female sergeant.

After chatting a few words along the way, the two sides became more familiar with each other.

"Sir, may I ask why you didn't return to the League after the end of World War II?" Having already removed her helmet and walking beside Sir Mormont, the sergeant smiled and asked, "Forgive me for taking the liberty of being knighted." Isn't it better to be a nobleman than to live incognito as a farmer in Hillsbrad? ”

Bichir was silent and did not answer the question.

His short black and white hair and beard made him look a little old, and in fact he wasn't too young. Before the start of World War II, he had been adrift at sea for more than 10 years, until he was later forced to join the Kurtilas Navy and participated in World War II and was knighted. By now, he is in his fifties.

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