Marcuro stared at the ornament on the banner, he blinked, and the mood that had been instantly annoyed by the unreliable information of the city defense army quickly subsided under the adjustment of good aristocratic cultivation - most people, including nobles and local legions and militiamen, did not know and could not accurately distinguish the flags of the various branches of the kingdom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Macuro figured out this link and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He knew that the team in front of him belonged to the reserve of the Iris Knights - unlike the regular members, most of the reserve members were composed of young people with potential from all over the kingdom, but the evaluation criterion of "potential" was really difficult to explain clearly in some cases. In other words, the biggest difference between the reserve and the regular election is:

The selected members have at least a certain level of strength;

And the young people in the reserves, it's hard to say. Born in the aristocracy, or wealthy businessmen, of course, sometimes a few good civilian young men also have the opportunity to be lucky enough to be selected through the recommendation of the military. Overall, the strength is uneven.

The knight lady had already taken off her helmet and mask, and her long golden hair was tied up in a ponytail at the back of her head. Her face reveals her true gender. The handsome knight on the opposite side bowed slightly to her on his warhorse, she nodded, and the knight rode towards her alone:

"Miss Cecilia?"

The knight opened his mouth to inquire about her, his tone and sentence structure one of confusion and inpreciseness - the reason why it was "he" and not "she" here was because Alyssa had seen the knight's rolling Adam's apple as she spoke.

This is really a picture of disobedience - a standard goose egg face, a straight nose, delicate and slender curved eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that are as wrinkled and shining as jewels, and the fairness and delicacy of the skin are not inferior to those of the noble lady in the boudoir, and the key is that he has not yet applied fat powder.

Alyssa was overwhelmed and saddened, but she did not ignore the etiquette necessary for aristocratic interactions, and she watched as the knight who looked like a pseudo-maiden was staring at the ornaments on her sleeves and neckline, and her chin acquiesced to her identity. Then, too, she began to observe the other party-

He did not wear the mink hat or headband common to the nobles of the Northlands, but his shoulder-length blonde hair was casually draped, and he wore a dark red fleece jacket trimmed with white fur trim, and the collar of the coat had two silver stripes, indicating his identity.

A baron.

In Karthas, Alyssa had heard something about Afron from Mr. Henry Wolfe - and looking at the family crest on the other horse, she quickly judged the identity of the man in front of her. The legal successor of the Marquis of Afron, the first member of the younger generation of the Escud family, who has the reputation of "the chosen one of swordsmanship", Marcuro Escud.

Her companions, Cody and Lars, made the same consistent analysis at the same moment.

The Marquis's heir, a baron who wielded real power, greeted them personally, and in terms of their status, it was definitely a solemn, polite, almost humble attitude - the three young noble knights were flattered and quickly turned over and dismounted. Including the knights and servants behind him, they also jumped off their horses one by one, bent down in unison, and saluted the team that came to meet the opposite side.

The two sides began to have a simple exchange of information. The two teams converged, left the square, slowly raised their hooves, and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion not far away.

Although this was not the real Iris Knights, and Marculo had not met the few old friends he had befriended, he did not feel any unhappiness when he saw the comer. He smiled and talked cordially with several leading knights along the way.

The warm autumn sun will spread the blessings all over the land.

The procession of knights walked from the street into the square in front of the castle lord's mansion, pulling down a long shadow of light. The mounted spear held diagonally tried to block out the light, but the tip of the spear shone with a scorching glow from the sunlight.

Seeing this team go away, the owners, men and customers of the shops on both sides of the street, who had just run out of the small vendors in the alleys because they had just escaped the procession, began to discuss, and the content of the discussion changed from "The Iris Knights came to Afron, and the young master of the city lord's family came to greet them", and gradually various versions were made up by the onlookers who did not know the truth, such as:

A certain noble lady, escorted by the Knights, came to Afron to marry the young master of the city lord's family;

The rebellion in the Northland grew stronger, and the kingdom sent the Iris Knights to quell the rebellion;

A huge gold mine was discovered in the hilly area near Afron, and the royal family sent the Knights to discuss its development;

……

The last version of the narrative was most popular among the city's civilians and outsiders, who were mostly illiterate and could not understand the provisions of the Elantra Code on territorial and mineral rights, but when they did, their eyes widened and their mouths wide open, and their saliva trickled to the floor without realizing it.

Soon, some of them came up with an excuse and ran back to their homes or residences, found the iron hammer and hoe, and prepared to run out of the city. Although this news has not been reliably confirmed, for some reason, it has intensified in the process of spreading. Finally, by midday, almost half of the city of Afron knew about it.

Glo had received the news in the morning - the bandit leader was not in the habit of sleeping, and as he had come down the stairs down the hall to beckon the lovely Miss Lulu to bring him a delicious breakfast, he heard the two guests at the table next to him speaking in a low voice, very softly, but the well-hearing bandit leader still heard the short words "goldmine", "afron", and "hills" from the staccato sentences.

He pricked up his ears instantly. Unfortunately, the two guests quickly finished their food and got up to leave.

Glo took the plate from Lulu's hand, forked a piece of dry pasta and stuffed it into his mouth, and next to the plate was a large bowl of pea soup with oil flowers floating on the side of the plate - a gift from Miss Lulu, most of the guests did not have such a generous portion.

It's just that this kindness was completely let down by the bandit leader. He stuffed slice after piece of bread into his mouth, until his cheeks were bulging, and then he gulped down a large mouthful of the hot soup, choking his neck and swallowing as he got up and walked down the street outside the tavern, where there was still more than half of the pea soup left on the table, but now Glo was not in the mood to finish it quietly.

Gold deposits in the hilly terrain west of Afron?

Perhaps the rational aristocrats thought it was just a rumor among ignorant commoners. However, Glo, who has experienced the game in his previous life, knows very well that this is probably not groundless.