If it was said that Hassan was recognized as a thunderclap in the flat ground, then the shock brought to Marceau by the discovery that the city lord was close at hand was tantamount to a series of eighteen volcanoes erupting, not only deafening and dizzy, but also from his chest to his face, all of them were hot.

Even in the Frontier Princes, known as the "Borderlands", the traditional concept of class is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the gap between the nobility and the commoners is like an insurmountable chasm, especially for a small person like Marceau, who was born in the slums, and it is not easy for his brain to function when he finds that the noble lord is only a few fists away from him.

In fact, his reaction was already very fast, and his ass bounced off his chair as if he had been pricked by a needle, ready to fall to the ground.

But before he could bend down, a slightly hoarse female voice stopped him.

"Don't kneel! Get up, sit down! ”

A few words, short and powerful, highlight the momentum that cannot be refused.

Marceau was stunned when he heard this, and slowly got up again, looking pitifully at the head of the regiment next to him.

"Little Marceau, the city lord tells you to sit, you can sit."

Although he is only a mercenary captain, Rep is obviously much more casual in front of Fitandila, of course, this relationship is not obtained casually, it is based on the blood and sweat of countless mercenaries.

I have to say that if it weren't for the "Forgiveness Mercenary Group" who fought to the death regardless of casualties, Fetanburg might not have been able to hold out until the arrival of the Greenskins reinforcements at that time, maybe Fitandila would not be the lord of the city now, but a prisoner of the Zareis people, or a wandering knight.

According to post-war statistics, almost all of the "Forgiveness Mercenary Regiment" were injured, and the casualty rate was as high as 40%, so when Fitandila became the owner of the new city, he did not treat them badly.

Although Rep also has a secret identity as an envoy of the Lordaeron Kingdom, he has done a lot of work with the intelligence network in his hands, and his status is higher than that of most Fetanburg officials.

But Marceau was different, just a lowest-level G-level ordinary mercenary, sitting next to the city lord, who was already so nervous that his vest was sweating, his limbs were stiff, and he didn't even know how to put his hands.

This can't be blamed on him, after all, half a year ago he was just a kid crawling around in the slums, and now he can talk and laugh with those old fritters in the mercenary union, which is already considered a rapid progress, but in the face of the ruler of Fetenburg, whose prestige is as outstanding as his beauty, it is normal for him to not let go of his hands and feet.

Fortunately, after a few glasses of wine, Rep took the initiative to start the topic and asked Marceau about yesterday's situation, and the latter finally reacted, this is why he called himself in, it turned out to be related to the Noscan woman.

Obviously, whether it was the other upper echelons of the mercenary group, as well as Fitandila and Hassan, they were all interested in this topic, and several eyes were focused on the young mercenary.

Marceau swallowed his saliva, moistened his somewhat dry throat, and then took a deep breath, 1510 told the process of the mercenary who had registered with the "Purple Lily and Sword" yesterday, and then the woman separated.

When he finished speaking, it was Fitandila who spoke first.

"So, when you came out of the tavern, that Brienne said she had something to do and would come back this morning?"

"Yes...... Yes, that's right, Miss Brienne said she would be back early in the morning, and I reported it yesterday. ”

The female city lord of Fetamburg frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with this answer, not to mention her, even Rep, who was full of question marks.

As the only person present who knew the true identity of the stone, he didn't expect that his lord would suddenly come like this, on the one hand, urging himself to hurry up and prepare, and even forcing the city lord to set off the next day, on the other hand, he actually played missing? It's also really ...... There is no sense of proportion!

In order to leave on time today, Rep was also busy until late at night yesterday, so by the time he reacted, Marceau had already asked for leave to go home, and the city gate was already closed at that time, so he had to wait until this morning to inquire in detail about the situation.

What's more, after he went to the City Lord's Mansion yesterday to find Fitandilla, the latter agreed to all the requests without saying a word, no, it was only nine o'clock, and he had already come to the mercenary group with simple luggage and a full set of preparations to hurry, but the princess Lordaeron, who was "burdened", didn't even see a shadow.

"Did she say what she was going to do? Or is there something unusual? ”

Rep involuntarily scratched at his thinning hair and asked depressedly.

"Uh......" Marceau looked down and recalled, "if I had to say it, it was the expression, as soon as we came out of the tavern, Miss Brienne's face suddenly changed, and then she said that she had something to do and went out of town, by the way, the strangest thing is that yesterday morning I heard that she entered the city through the front door, but when I looked in the direction at that time, she was walking towards the back door." ”

"Back door?"

Fitandila and Rep asked in unison, their expressions different.

The back door of "Fetamburg" is the Rabid Dog Trail, which is rarely visited by anyone except for caravans traveling far away and a few hunters who have to venture into the mountains to hunt for medicine in order to survive.

Because the mountains are full of dangers, with countless ferocious beasts, rampaging green skins, and numerous bandits, it is by no means reassuring for a woman to travel alone and spend the night in the mountains.

"Rip, will there be any accidents, do you want to take someone out to find it?"

Fitandila's face was full of doubts, but for the sake of the big picture, she still took the initiative to ask.

When the old lord Matthew was still there, Fetanburg signed a so-called trade agreement with the mysterious kingdom of Lordaeron, and although it cost a lot of gold coins, the other party also kept its promise and helped a lot.

In particular, the Greenskin tribe controlled by them, who first sent troops to kill the mysterious and powerful Chaos Lich Priest, and then saved Fetanburg from fire and water, is definitely a qualified ally, otherwise Fitandila would not have agreed to the passage of the alien alliance through his town a few days ago.

If only they could really get rid of that beast man and beast herd, it would be nice to get rid of a big problem for their own family!

That's why when Rep told her yesterday that her ally, who had been shrouded in fog, had sent a princess to accompany her, she immediately agreed to all the conditions, hoping to take this opportunity to further deepen the relationship between the two sides.

But if the other party has any accident in their own territory, it will inevitably cause unpredictable consequences, not to mention, those greenskin and chaos dwarves who have just left are not something that "Fetanburg" can parry, it is said that these alien creatures are the hidden power of that kingdom.

"Hmm...... Wait, Miss Brienne is a formidable warrior too, so let's get ready and set off as soon as she returns. ”

Unexpectedly, Rip was full of confidence in his princess, and his face was much more relaxed than just now.

Indeed, after hearing that the lord went out of the back door, the mercenary captain was relieved, others didn't know, but he knew it in his heart, the seemingly dangerous rabid dog trail was as safe as the back garden for his lord, maybe this one would be with a group of green-skinned boys right now to discuss the next plan.

Bang!

Sure enough, as soon as Lepp finished speaking, the wooden door of the private room was kicked open by a long straight leg.

"Rip, I'm ...... Quiet...... Why are you sitting still, can you go? ”

A tall, blonde Norscan woman appeared in the doorway, and behind her, another guy shrouded in a pitch-black cloak.