Leaving the Knights' residence, Gross, led by Eugene, found an inn in a neighborhood outside the fortress and spent the night—

From the beginning of the establishment of the Tarun Fortress to this year, the interior of the fortress has been a military-controlled area, and if you want to spend the night here, you must have a corresponding identity.

At this time, Gross was just an ordinary civilian.

After a brief pleasantry, Eugene also said goodbye and left.

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The moonlight was clear, the crickets were singing in the dimly lit corners, some people in the inn were asleep, some were washing, some were still asleep, or leaning on the windowsill to enjoy the noisy night view of the street, or busy with personal matters—

Gross lay on the bed, he pulled the soft quilt to make his body more comfortable, he was a little excited by the events of the night, and by this time he still hadn't felt a little sleepy.

He stared at the ceiling above him with wide eyes—

There was the sound of rustling footsteps from the ceiling, and there seemed to be a whispered conversation. He had good hearing, it was two grocers who had come to Tarun from afar, taking stock and talking about some accounting problems.

What are the merchants arguing about.

It seems to be about a batch of goods that were sold too cheaply, so that they made thirty-five raels less. He knew very well that this matter was already a very serious problem for the merchants who had to pay for baht.

And these raels are almost equal to the entire living expenses of an ordinary family of three or four for several months - the life of ordinary people in this world is not easy, they need to work all day long, and what they get is only barely enough to make ends meet.

By the time of the Seven Years' War, their situation was even worse, with wars destroying fields, displacing farmers, and towns and towns faring no better, as food prices skyrocketed and they had to work harder to feed their families.

This is the life of ordinary people.

It's just that, after today's night, it seems that all this will never matter to him from now on - he knows that he has been given an opportunity, an attractive opportunity in front of him, and a bright life seems to be about to be rolled out.

Perhaps, he will get rid of the lowly status of the mud legs and become a member of the pampered aristocratic lord from now on!

Oh - life, it's really beautiful!

Fantasizing about what was to come, Gross couldn't help but smile on the corner of his mouth.

The night passed.

The entire fortress of Tarun was bathed in the dawn of dawn, the gray walls were shining with a sparkling sheen, although it was not wartime, but there were still rows of soldiers dutifully carrying out their daily patrols, the tall gates had been hoisted open by sturdy steel cables, and the soldiers guarding the gates were checking the identities of one person entering the city after another.

There was a long queue in the street in front of the city gates.

Gross, on the other hand, was in the long line.

He wore a crisp white shirt, a pair of well-fitting trousers, the hem of the shirt was ironed into the seam of the trousers, a three-finger-wide cowhide belt was tied around the waist, a dark brown cloth vest was also put on the outside, and a pair of polished black cowhide boots at his feet, he looked like an authentic gentleman—

Such a costume looked somewhat unusual in the crowd, and for a while, it attracted a lot of attention.

Most of the people who entered the city early in the morning were some military officers, or craftsmen and craftsmen from some of the workshops in the fortress. At this time, they looked at the well-dressed young man, and guessed in their hearts that this young man might have been received by some nobleman in the city—

Soon, however, Gross was recognized, his bright eyes and elevated, straight nose were a rather obvious physical feature, and the extraordinary swordsmanship he had displayed last night on a par with Captain Eliot was even more impressive.

"Good day, Your Excellency!"

A middle-aged man in the crowd greeted him, he didn't know Gross's name, so he had to use the general and rude greeting of "Your Excellency".

"Good day, sir."

Gross had some impression of the middle-aged man, who he remembered seeing last night in the Knights' training grounds, as if he had seen this face next to Eugene - this man's name was "Tring", and he was a member of the Iris Knights.

The two quickly became warm because of their mutual greetings. Tlyn has a self-familiar temperament, and in just a few words, the relationship between them has become much closer.

The procession into the city slowly advanced, and the two talked, and in a short time they had already arrived at the city gate.

"It's hard to imagine that your swordsmanship is so superb, Your Excellency."

Tlyn couldn't help but praise as she and Gross passed through the gates. It wasn't the first time he had seen an opponent who had fought with Captain Eliot in a close fight, but the one in front of him was too young to imagine -

He looked at Gross and almost couldn't help but ask about his age, but the thought that he didn't have a daughter under his knees who was not yet married was able to hold back his voice.

There is no doubt that this is a young man with a bright future.

It's a pity that I don't know which girl will be cheaper in the end - marriages are commonplace among the nobility, and for certain considerations, nobles and nobles, nobles and rich merchants or strong people, often form close and strong relationships.

Tlyn thought for a moment, but couldn't guess the right answer to this question - the footsteps of the two passed through the city gate, which was a passage about ten meters long, and the sound of continuous footsteps sounded in it, and Trin's laughter echoed for a long time.

At the end of the corridor, the light suddenly lit up.

After crossing this distance, the two entered the fortress, and they shared a common destination - according to the agreement with Elijah, Gross would go to the headquarters of the Iris Knights, and Terring, as a member of the Knights, happened to be on the way with Gross.

Seven forty o'clock.

When the two arrived at the Knights of Iris' residence, Gross pulled out his pocket watch from his waistcoat, and the scales and hands on the dial showed a fairly accurate time, a full twenty minutes before the promise with Elijah—

However, in the face of Elijah Eliot, the real power of Taron, a moderate wait is undoubtedly in accordance with etiquette and etiquette.

Gross followed in Thering's footsteps, one after the other, into the interior of the Knights' residence—

At this time, there have been a lot of shuttle figures in the camp, the soldiers have just finished their daily training, and they are walking to the well with a wooden barrel to fetch water to prepare for body cleaning, and those knights who have returned from various training grounds have seen Tring, and they have greeted each other warmly.

When they saw Gross, they were stunned for a moment, and then greeted them with the same enthusiasm—Gross looked at the knights, and then turned his head to look at Tlyn, who wondered why this guy didn't practice early like the rest of his colleagues.

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