February 27.

Stewart finally kept his promise to Gross and arrived at Ensada as scheduled - as the closest large city to the Lazis, from the trade situation of the Nogo region over the years, Ensada is undoubtedly the most prosperous and rich town in the entire Nogo territory, of course, because of the administrative division factors, the silver leaf town on the banks of the Lalu River and the stone bridge connecting Somado is also part of the Ensada region.

By the time night came, the canopy had changed to a deep, dull color, like the eyes of a beast, radiating a frightening and terrifying darkness in the mists of the unknown. The shadow of the starlight was unusually faint, and there should have been a bright moon shining on the earth this night, but under the cover of layers of dark clouds, the originally clear moonlight had long lost its due color.

The southern gate of Ensada, the wide road in front of the gate seemed to have been transformed into a noisy large market, and the walls were hung with rows of wind lanterns, which illuminated the surrounding scene, and the trade road that stretched from the gate to at least a kilometer away was filled with all kinds of wagons or ox carts, and the coachmen were still sitting in the front of the carts, swallowing some astringent inferior ale, or simply jumping out of the carriages, and in a slightly open place nearby, they began to play a game of cards to pass the boring time— The sounds of conversation, noise, laughter or screams, the neighing of animals, all these noises make up an unpleasant symphony.

On the penultimate day of the month, because of the huge lure of commissions, there were still many mercenaries who continued to march towards the once drunken city, and when Stuart and his eldest brother Pyrrot arrived outside the south gate of Ensada after a whole day of hard riding, the towering bell tower in the city had already struck the bell at eight o'clock in the evening—the bell echoed in the moonlit night, puffing people's eardrums one by one, but for some reason, there seemed to be a slight palpitation in it.

Is it because of the war?

Nobody knows.

Ordinary civilians may be worried that the coming war will destroy their lives and destroy everything they have, but some ambitious merchants and mercenaries have made up their minds to do a good job in this bloody storm - Stewart rode through the cracks of the crowded carriages, and Pyrot behind him looked a little tired, and was now hunching his head on the back of the horse, but there were several groups of mercenaries who seemed to be extremely brave on the outside, The mercenaries looked at Pyrrot with a strange and suspicious look that immediately alarmed the scholar.

On a normal day, he would never easily set foot in such a dangerous place, but this time, because of the presence of his brother-in-law Stewart, he finally mustered up his courage, and glanced around these mercenaries in tattered leather armor and holding swords and swords—he lifted the reins of his horses, quickened his pace, and came to Stewart's side.

"I feel like this time it's worse than any before. Although the clouds of war have enveloped this land, these actions in front of us are too strange. As far as I know, wars between lords usually end with one side making a compromise, rather than exerting all their strength as if they were intending to destroy the other...... I don't think that's in line with the rules. ”

The white-robed, thin scholar may have been too tired to travel, his originally fair face became a little pale, he had a pair of flying eyebrows with slightly upturned ends, he raised his eyebrows, and said to Stewart without lowering his voice at all—

This is his analysis of the scene before him, and while it is not surprising, it is at least completely plausible.

The same picture fell on Stewart's eyes, and this time, he finally showed a little recognition of his eldest brother, which proved that the other party was not useless. He nodded, his face serious:

"The situation in Ensada is indeed a bit more than we imagined."

"I've received some news about Nogo. It is said that last winter, Samantha Edwin, the third princess of the royal family, came to the Northland and made some notable names. If it is really the royal family who is at work, there will be no mediation in this war, and it is understandable that such a thorough state of war readiness was displayed on the eve of the war. ”

Seeing that Stuart rarely had a serious conversation with him, Pyrrot took over the conversation, but at this time, he suddenly saw a mercenary walking towards a brisk step-

It was a young man with red cheeks on both sides, wearing leather armor with iron nails and metal rings, and a gray cloak, walking in the direction of Pyrot, and when he saw that Mr. Scholar had been staring at his figure, the mercenary couldn't help but smile, he felt something out of his pocket, and then took it in his mouth.

"Sir, this horse of yours?"

He said—

The accent of the speech is quite distinctive, and the end of each byte is pronounced heavily.

As a scholar, Pyrot has studied the languages of various parts of the kingdom and even some of the surrounding countries, and the habit of biting an air-dried licorice in the mouth of the other party is rare among the Northlanders, and usually, the people with this kind of habit come from the Lundi and Belos realms west of the Nogo Mountains and in the west of the kingdom -

It was a rolling hill and a few plains, with vast vegetation and fertile pastures, and was an excellent place to domesticate cattle and fine war horses. It is true that Elante's western war horse is the standard equipment of the regular cavalry units of the kingdom-

The mercenaries in front of them resemble those herdsmen who are on the go all day long, and as locals engaged in this type of occupation, they often have excellent riding skills and horse identification skills. Some of them left their homeland for a bigger dream, and with these skills, they joined the army, mercenary organizations, or became bandits by accident.

All in all, the people of Lundy and Belos were as familiar with their horses as their relatives.

This is not a metaphor, but a fact.

The mercenary stood beside Mr. Scholar's horse, and he glanced at the tall, dark-skinned man next to him—

From the beginning, the man had been staring at his arm and the saber on his belt, as if he was worried that he would have bad intentions, and he tried to ease the somewhat tense relationship with a smile, but by now, he was sure that he had failed, and standing near this man, he felt that the other man's momentum was incomparable, like a majestic and steep mountain.

A strong man.

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