Of course, under his current slim silver-gray hunting suit, it is difficult to say whether the temporarily filled flesh has the physiological structure of eggs. At least so far, no one has forced him to take off his pants.

These days, Sask's attitude towards the women sent by Ensada has shown extreme indifference, which has earned him a reputation for not being close to women and not sitting still.

Sask strolled forward, occasionally turning his head, his gaze looking at the silverleaf forest to his right—

The forest is full of tall pine and oak trees, and the straight trunks of the trees are like a sharp sword with an upside-down handle, and the blade of the sword is pointed straight into the clouds. The lower part of the cloud was a gray color, and the rays of sunlight penetrated through the thin spots, slightly dazzling.

The leaping soul fire sent a gleam in Sask's eyes.

A carrier pigeon skimmed over the canopy of branches and landed towards the mercenary camp.

A pale-faced man stood right in the middle of the camp, he glanced at Sask, nodded in acknowledgement, and then raised his arm and stretched out his palm, which contained some yellow-orange-orange dried wheat grains.

The pigeon landed firmly in his palm, and after untying the paper scroll from the pigeon's paws, he glanced at it, and his face suddenly became solemn - Sask turned his head, and his sharp gaze came at him like an arrow.

"Alberto, what's going on?"

Sask's accent carries with it the typical Malwean habit of dragging out long tail notes. He saw that the man's pale face was now more like a blank piece of paper, and he walked towards the camp and unceremoniously snatched the paper.

"They're coming?" There was a code word, and Sask didn't see anything, so he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Sask."

Alberto was very respectful to the young gentleman in front of him, first putting aside the other party's identity as the leader of the mercenary group, just the strength of the awakening realm and the title of the regular knight, these two contents were enough to make him admire-

He observed the gentleman's expression, and when he saw that he was still as cold as a statue, he added, "There are not many people on the other side, but according to observation, this time it is the Knights of Iris." ”

"You mean, the elite knights stationed in the Fortress of Talen?"

After Sask's arrival in Ensada in Nogo, he received a lot of relevant information from the woman, and he knew that the Knights-

The focus of his attention is on the opponent's combat power, and the intelligence shows that the members of the Iris Knights are at the lowest level of strength, and six of them are at the first level of awakening, and the strength of the head Elijah Elliot is said to have reached the high level of awakening.

"How many of them are there?"

Sask continued to ask, only to see the man named "Alberto" shake his head, and he let out a long sigh of disappointment - if the information on the paper was not biased, they would meet the Order head-on in a few hours.

The camp of the "Sky Wind" mercenary group is stationed in the middle of the road, to the north is the gloomy and dense silver-leaf forest, and to the south, a stream that branches off the Larue River-

The stream is about five meters wide at its widest point, and the water is quite turbulent as the snow melts everywhere after the New Year's festival.

At this time, you can still listen and hear the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. The rattling sound was incessant, and the water splashed in mid-air with a puff of fine water columns, which fell and turned into white foam that floated forward on the surface of the stream.

What to do in the event of a fight?

No one understood Sask's feelings, and according to Lord Rosenthal, they had lurked in Ensada and waited for time, following the woman's orders—but now the woman had ordered them to come here and face the Iris Knights head-on.

He really wanted to get on the horse and return to Ensada and ask the woman if he wanted them to die.

Time was running out, and if there was any variable, it could only be reinforcements from their side - but from five days ago until now, he hadn't seen a single superfluous figure outside the mercenary group's camp.

At this time, his men all stayed quietly in the tents of the camp, silent, and forbidden—

Dill is a hierarchical country, Lord Rosenthal appointed him as the main general, and no one dared to raise objections, and then these guys also showed excellent obedience, they are the backbone of this "mercenary group", as for those "men", some creatures without minds, they are as obedient as his fingers.

This appearance looks like a well-organized army.

Alberto stood in front of Sask, and suddenly, from the end of his line of sight, Sasko saw a galloping carriage - the carriage was pure black with silver ornamentation.

"It's Anna-sama."

The lich Melville came out of the tent at this moment and stood beside Sask. In his hand he held a bottle of fruit wine, the liquid in which was half empty, and with the joyful movement of his arm, it rattled—

He looked like a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, with two mustaches above his lips, and he was very carefully groomed, and he didn't look like a mercenary, but like a cunning businessman—

His style of dressing is also distinctly Malvey, with colorful tassels hanging on the chest and under the sleeves of his loose robe.

He wasn't wrong.

The carriage stopped in front of the rear gate of the camp.

The coachman jumped down, stooped down and opened the curtain of the door, and out of it came an elegant dark-haired woman, still dressed in a finely made dress, and glanced at Sask and Melville, and walked with small steps.

Her pace seemed to be unfast, but in the blink of an eye, she had already come to several people.

"Lady Anna."

"Miss Anna."

Sask, Melville, and the man named Alberto bowed in unison, and although the other party did not have any real standing in Ensada, they all knew very well that this woman was in no way inferior to the Countess of the past, and even, even more—

And that's just something on the surface. Sask and Melville, who were the deceased of Dill, knew that this woman had a very good background, and from the tone and attitude of Lord Rosenthal when he spoke of her, the two seemed to be roughly equal.

Although he was slanderous about this woman in his heart, Sask did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction at this time.

The black-haired woman looked at the camp and quickly bowed slightly, expressing great satisfaction—

The current situation is a huge deviation from the original plan, but judging from the layout of the camp, the two guys Sask and Melville don't look like incompetents.

"Miss Anna, it is expected that at dusk, the knights of Tarun will be coming."

Sask said, looking at the back of the carriage, but there was no figure in sight.

No reinforcements?

He couldn't help but be a little frustrated.