Gerson was a very good guide, and with Charr's excellent danger perception, the cavalry team did not encounter any more enemies after taking out Horn Connor, and successfully arrived at Fort Net, and then crossed the Bisoia River at night and entered the territory of the Kingdom of Florens.

When the crowd crossed the Bisoya River on horseback, Foreman, Severed Finger, the sailor and others all let out cheers of excitement. Even the strict Bourne smiled with satisfaction. The rescue operation against the Charr was full of twists and turns, but it finally had a successful result.

After entering the territory of Florence, the march was much faster, and in the afternoon they arrived in North Ferente, and when they saw the colorful banners representing the nobles and legions of all parties on the walls of the fortress and in the temporary barracks outside the city, Charles felt a lot of feelings, the banner of the hunter knight of the Chevalier family was once the most conspicuous of the banners.

"Lord Earl, there's Ferent ahead, do you need us to go in with you?" Byrne grabbed the reins of his horse and asked for Charles' opinion.

"Of course, you're already my knight, do you want to go back?"

Charles looked back at Byrne, and found that his new knight had a puzzled expression, so he smiled and said, "I haven't paid my honorarium yet!

“.......”

"Lord Earl...... I have no regrets!"

Charles smiled, his heel tapped the belly of the big black horse, and slowly walked towards the gate of the fortress of North Ferent, followed by Byrne holding the banner of the Hunter Knight.

In fact, Charles has long thought about it, he brought more than 100 people into Sbaya, and now he is the commander of the light pole, isn't it ashamed to come back alone?

Although there are only a few people left in Bourne's cavalry team, they can still help themselves to support the scene, so as not to make themselves look like a loser who has left all his men and fled.

"Byrne, how come there are so many refugees outside the fortress?"

"Lord Earl, these are not refugees, they are peasant troops recruited by the noble lords of Flens, they are responsible for all kinds of labor and miscellaneous work, and they also act as archers and pikemen in battle. Byrne was familiar with the situation in North Ferent and was quick to explain the situation to Charles.

Because Spaya and Florence had stopped large-scale military operations, even if there was a little skirmish, it was still a small fight, so the fortress of North Ferent was no longer in a wartime state, and those slave armies and miscellaneous armies with underground status were moved to camp outside the fortress, so as not to crowd with the elite Florence army and the noble private army in the city, and cause unnecessary trouble.

"Peace talks......?"

Hearing the word peace talks, Charles remembered something unpleasant.

Charles slowly walked through the military camp outside the fortress with a few "temporary subordinates", looked at the Florensian soldiers in front of him, and immediately understood how "elite" the six cavalry behind him were.

These so-called soldiers did not have uniform clothing, or they were just a little better than ragged clothes, their expressions were numb, their eyes were glazed, and their eyes were full of fear and humility when they looked at Charles and the others.

Most of them had no shoes, a linen shirt and a pair of canvas pants were considered a decent outfit, and occasionally a few of them wore rough armor, already at the level of a leader, and when Charles's gaze swept over at random, all of them stopped what they were doing, bent down and did not dare to look at him, and some of them were trembling in their bodies.

Here, the great differences and oppressive nature of the classes are beyond Charles's imagination.

The gates of the fortress are very high, but the width is very narrow, which looks a little awkward, but Charles knows that the narrow door hole is more conducive to defense, and even if the enemy blasts open the gate, it will not be able to attack the fortress in large numbers at the same time.

There was a small group of defenders near the gate of the fortress, and their equipment was obviously much more elite than the ragtag army outside, and after seeing Charles and the others approaching, their eyes were not as dull as those ragtag armies outside, but they were a little dodgy.

The leader of the squad looked shrewd, first making a covert gesture behind him, and then came out to salute Charles.

"Welcome back, Lord Earl!"

"Oh...... Do you really welcome me back?" Charr couldn't help but feel annoyed as he watched a defender run into the fortress, apparently informing someone of his return.

“.......”

"What's the matter with Lao Tzu if you can't come back?" The team leader didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only secretly scold Charles, the mentally handicapped earl, for not blowing his name, and he couldn't see the situation clearly and liked to choke people the most.

"I thought no one wanted me back alive!"

Charles sneered and left a sentence, urging the horse into the narrow corridor and into the fortress of North Ferent, leaving the team leader stunned in place.

Only now did he feel that this "famous continent" Count Bayonne seemed to be a little different from before.

After Charles entered North Ferent, he suddenly didn't know where to go, and in the past, there were retinues and knights to lead the way, where he needed to worry about the earl.

However, Charles has known the truth that "under the nose is the road" since he was a child, and he grabbed a neatly dressed guy head-on and began to ask for directions.

"Soldier, what's your name?"

"Loew, Loew Bell......"

"Do you know where my station is?"

“............”

The guy caught by Charles looked confused, and he froze for a full five seconds, and only after seeing the Hunter Knight's Banner held by Bourne did he react: "Are you the Count of Bayonne?"

“............”

Charles nodded, his face was a little feverish, and he saw a complicated expression in the other party's gray-green eyes, stunned, surprised, and flustered, but there was no fear or respect.

"Oh⊙∀⊙ I'm sorry, I thought everyone knew me, hehe! I'm Charles Chevalier, where is the Lorraine station?"

Instead of answering Charles's question, Loew Bell asked, "Lord Earl, are you here to save Miss Olive ?"

"Olive sister?" it was Charles' turn to be stunned this time, the delicate but strong figure was the warmest and most believable presence in his memory.

Loew Bell pointed in one direction, "Miss Olive arrived in North Ferent this morning, and then the camp of the Lorraine was surrounded......"

"Thank you!"

Charles pulled out a silver coin and threw it to the gray-green-eyed fellow, and hurried his horse to the west. But what he didn't see was that the gray-green eyes behind him suddenly lit up, just like an owl that sees its prey at night.

"My lord, there's something wrong with that Loew. ”

Charles gritted his teeth and remained silent, just shook off his whip and whipped the big black horse Farman's ass.

Bourne said quickly: "He is dressed like an ordinary soldier, but when he talks to you, there is no common man who should have the panic and respect that a nobleman should have, and a commoner does not have the courage to talk about the affairs of the nobles......"

"Yes, he's a man with extraordinary abilities like you and Gerson, but so what?

“..........”

Loew Bell was pointing in the right direction, and in a few minutes Charles saw the Hunter Knight's banner flying high, and hundreds of elite warriors were waiting to besiege the camp beneath the banner.

"Byrne, will you follow me?"

“.........”

"I will, I'm your knight!" Byrne tightened the clasp of his armor, his thick hands gripping the grip of the shield.

"Prisoner, grab your weapon and you'll be free!" Charles gritted his teeth and pulled down the mask of his armor.

Lund Emile, who had been hanging his head, raised his head, saw Charles looking at him with burning eyes, and said blankly: "Are you talking about me, Lord Count?"

Charles turned his head and said nothing, and the big dark horse ran faster and faster, and the more he ran, the more crazy he became.

Byrne followed closely, as did Gerson and Foreman, and at last the captive Lund Emile followed with a bitter face.

A team of seven ponies, with a tattered flag, rushed out with a vigorous momentum.