"We are looking for the Count of Bayonne, Master Charles Chevalier, I believe...... He needs our help. ”

The sturdy middle-aged man looked at Li Feng calmly, without any fear of the bow and arrow in his hand.

Li Feng slowly put down the bow and arrow, and asked lightly, "Do you know me?"

Li Feng's indifferent attitude surprised the middle-aged man a little, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stroked his chest with one hand and bowed to Li Feng.

"Dear Earl, I have not met you, but my mother...... I've had your help. ”

"Oh, what's your mother's name?"

The middle-aged man straightened up, a sincere expression on his face, "Grina, Grina Seurf." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't remember!"

“.......”

Li Feng really doesn't remember, there are only so many clear fragments and characters in the memories he inherited, and he has no impression of this Grina Seurf at all.

And he found that when he was talking to the middle-aged man, he naturally showed a condescending and indifferent posture, feeling that it was the mentality of "I don't need to remember who you are".

This was not his deliberate pretense, but the deep-rooted memory consciousness in his body, which made Li Feng slightly uncomfortable.

"I guess that's why my memories merge with Charles Chevalier!"

Li Feng suddenly understood that from now on, he was no longer the Li Feng of the past, but the arrogant and upper-class nobleman of the Flensian Kingdom, Charles Chevalier.

"Lord Earl has helped so many people, naturally I don't remember everyone's names, three years ago, my mother was very sick, she was ........"

When the middle-aged man talked about his mother, there was a gentle look on his face, but the young knight behind him was obviously impatient and said very anxiously.

"Byrne, now is not the time to say this, we must get out of here at once, let him hurry up and sign the contract, the Engru people are coming. ”

“........”

The middle-aged man named Bourne slowly turned his head, and his sharp eyes stabbed at the young knight like a knife.

"I'm sorry Bourne....... We must be responsible for the safety of the warriors!" the young knight was visibly frightened in the face of Bourne, and when he saw Bourne angry, he quickly defended himself.

Byrne gave the young knight a reprimanding look, then turned to Charles and said, "Lord Earl, we are indeed leaving, and the Engru should be almost there, you ...... Would you like to join us?"

"It's okay for me to go with you, but you need to identify yourself, and ...... How did you find me?" Charr always felt that there was something strange about Bourne and the others in front of him, and their appearance was full of coincidences.

"Lord Earl, we are members of the Free Council, and you may call us ...... Freelancer, as for your whereabouts, I beg your pardon for not being able to explain it to you, but we really have no ill intentions......" The fierce Byrne said with some apprehension and apologies.

Charles Chevalier tilted his head and stared at Bourne for a few minutes, until Bourne felt uncomfortable, and then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go with you!"

The sun was sinking in the west, the night was covering the land, and the light rain was dense and dense, obscuring the light of the moon and the stars, and plunging the whole wilderness into a thick clammy cold and darkness.

It stands to reason that this weather condition is not suitable for any biological activity, and even the wild beasts that have adapted to the wilderness cannot be curled up in their dens, but a small group of cavalry is still marching in the rain, and the speed of the march is not slow.

Charles Chevalier was in the middle of the cavalry, and the cold rain seeped through the cracks in the armor, soaking through his clothes, and the taste of the cold made him very uncomfortable.

Forget it, the smell of the cavalry around him was even more unbearable, the smell was like vomiting stinky clothes for three days, or rotting vegetables, if it hadn't been for the rain in the sky that diluted the smell a lot, Charles might have vomited.

About three hours earlier, Charles Chevalier had joined the troop of cavalry of unknown origin, and had followed them out of the dead valley through which they had traversed, and immediately after leaving the valley the cavalry had turned to the right, galloping at full speed for an hour at the setting sun, only slowing down after the darkness of the night, and continuing at the pace of a trot.

After three hours of marching, Charles' mount, Falman, the big black horse, was exhausted, panting heavily, his body began to shiver frequently, and the big horse's head swayed from side to side from time to time, looking extremely irritable.

After Charles joined this cavalry team, he took back his big dark horse Farman, and Byrne gave him an extra mare to carry the large bags of supplies that Charles was unwilling to abandon, as well as the booty that belonged to him.

After Charles agreed to join the cavalry, Byrne was embarrassed to ask him if he could scavenge for weapons and armor on the battlefield, and Charles didn't care to agree, a decision that made the members of the cavalry squad very happy.

Byrne's warriors quickly searched the battlefield for ten minutes, allowing Byrne to see how efficient their search was.

Expensive and difficult-to-craft fine armor was their primary goal, and each of them had two sets of armor from the corpses, and basically all of them were taken from Charles' men, who made his warriors well-equipped?

Byrne was very helpless about his subordinates' behavior of not caring for Charles' emotions at all, so he had to bow his head and help Charles collect his share of the loot that should belong to him.

The so-called trophies are a battle flag, a few medals to identify themselves, and a few hideous heads.

Byrne was not puzzled by Charles' failure to cut off the heads of enemy generals and collect proof of military exploits, as the nobles would never do such menial work, and their knights and retinue would take care of all the trivial matters.

But when Charles carried a large bag full of brown bread and salted jerky and tied it to the mare, Byrne's eyelids twitched a few times.

It was then that he remembered that the Count of Bayonne had always been "different".

"Bourne, how long is it before I can stop and rest, my horse is dying!"

The big dark horse Farman had already hit two stumbles in a row, and Charles knew that he couldn't run like this anymore, in case the horse stumbled and the big black horse broke his leg, his body was not something that any horse could bear.

"Gerson, where are we now, and how long will it take to get to camp?" Byrne shouted to the front of the group.

In the darkness of the night, the sight range was limited, and the young knight, who was a little unpleasant with Charles, had been leading the way, and everyone was just following behind, not knowing where they were.

"Just arrived at the Kermore River, at least an hour to get to Carson Town!"

Byrne was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Camp in the forest by the river, my horse is dying!"

"My spare horse still has the strength, change it for you......"

"Execute the order!"

“............”

Ten minutes later, the cavalry team, which had been running for more than three hours, entered a forest, and the dense foliage blocked the rain in the sky and the damp and cold night wind.

Byrne first sent a few cavalrymen to search carefully, and after making sure that it was safe, he chose a slightly dry place to camp.

"Thankfully, Charles Chevalier's physical memories have been preserved, otherwise I don't know if I would have been able to last this long. ”

Charles jumped off the big black horse and moved his stiff hands and feet, long-distance horseback riding, especially wild riding, really requires riding skills and physical strength, even if Charles inherited skilled riding skills, he is now tired enough.

Charles unloaded his mare from his luggage, and when he turned around, he saw the big black horse sneaking into the woods, and he was immediately angry.

Charles chased after him in three or two steps, grabbed the reins and dragged it back to the tree, and slapped him on his big long mouth, and the big black horse grinned in pain.

Just three hours ago, when the young knight named Gessen handed over the big dark horse Farman to Charles, the horse dared to resist him, and Charles let it taste the family law, making it show a look of grievance, but he didn't expect that it had only been three hours, and it had forgotten the lesson.

"You just disliked me at first, and now you're trying to make others laugh at me in front of so many people, aren't you?" muttered Charles in a low voice.

"Poof!"

A sneer rang out, and Charles looked back to see the young knight named Gesen looking at him with disdain.

The young knight and Bourne did not have the same stench as the others, and in Charles's memory, they were either people who liked to be clean and bathe, or they were ...... A person with the gift of a transcendent person.

Originally, Gerson was one of the two people that Charles looked at differently, but now he felt very unhappy to see him.

"Isn't that funny?" Charles' eyes narrowed, his voice colder than the rainy weather.

"It's not funny, but it'...... Are you really a wind hunter?"