In the early morning, the sky was a little brighter, but the air still carried some of the cold factors that had been revealed after the night, and the water vapor formed a layer of hoarfrost at the mouth and nose of the people and horses as they breathed, and the breath of winter could already be felt in the territory of Tonigel.

The procession of men and horses marched through the valley between the two mountains, the surrounding forest was in fact a cold black, as if out of an ink painting, and farther away, the mountains were verdant behind the clouds.

A group of more than 30 people, all covered in armor, each carrying a weapon; These were soldiers who were out of work, but they were not professional soldiers of Eruin, but mercenaries. In the Tonigel region, professional soldiers can only be seen in the area to the left of Pallas, and the most elite knights of Grudinin converge on the fortress of the pass, which stretches north of the Grajar Mountains.

After passing through the valley, the group entered a small clearing surrounded by a forest, where another group of centaurs stopped, and at this moment they were watching a few young men sitting on the ground with their heads down.

When these young people heard the voice, they raised their heads, and when they saw the face of the middle-aged nobleman Yan Sù who was leading the way, most of them showed a look of sincere fear on their faces; But only the young man who was surrounded by them remained silent, but a little annoyed.

The middle-aged nobleman rode on his favorite horse, this horse was called the Black Fox, tall and black-maned like a smooth satin, the purest horse breed from the north, and this horse accompanied him from birth and death when he was young, and now although he has entered the curtain year and is no longer as brave as he was in the past, Sir Mintai still has a deep affection for it.

He looked down at the young men and said nothing.

This man was none other than Sir Minthai, and all of these centaurs were his men. The former had received news of a revolt in the Barony of Fir many days earlier, but the scheming nobleman did not act immediately; In Eruin, when his retainers invaded the lord's territory without the lord's order and rebelled, Sir Mintai repeatedly confirmed that the information was reliable before ordering his knights to set out.

The region of Mintai bordered the barony of the fir baronies, and the army arrived almost at dawn: he gathered his army overnight, and by the early morning of the next day he had left the hilly area of Mintai and entered the flat valley along the Gers River. The Guls Ferry was close at hand, and the scouts had reported that the ferry had not been overrun by the mob, and that many people in the town had no idea what was going on in Fir City. The cavalry had penetrated ten miles along the coast, and there was not the slightest trace of mob activity.

Sir Mintai was not too surprised, from the information he received, it seemed that the people involved in the riot in Fir City were only a few mercenaries, these people were lawless, and they could do anything. These guys, who are no different from robbers in his eyes, are likely to disperse long ago after a plunder.

As for further control of the ferry, unless the other party vainly tries to take advantage of the opportunity to occupy the barony of fir, Sir Mintai thinks about it and feels that he has thought too much; The other party is nothing more than a group of mercenaries who are keen on money, and they are unlikely to be there waiting to be exterminated.

He was originally worried about whether there was a Madara figure behind it, after all, the army of the undead was still entrenched in the south, but now it seemed that the situation was quite clear.

It's just a riot.

This relieved Sir Mintai.

However, his good mood did not last long, and a piece of news that had annoyed him had already reached his ears through the mouths of his cronies, which was why he had now appeared in this mountain forest with more than thirty people.

The young man in the middle, dressed in a light brown coat and with a sword at his waist, sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at him with a brow that resembled Sir himself, his youngest son.

The youngest son was the favorite of his three children, and his talent was shown from an early age. Sir put a lot of effort into him, but the latter was not appreciative, and in his early years he was idle and unwilling to do serious things, and later sent him to the territory of the neighboring monk of Mahoru to train in the hope that he could restrain his character.

The messenger's cronies had already told him the whole story, and when he was caught up, the young master was going to leave with his servants and attendants, but it was not clear why, and Sir Tai was angry when he saw the young men on the ground.

"Say,......" he asked, condescendingly, on horseback, "what's the situation?" ”

The young man sitting on the ground raised his chin completely without caring about his prestige: "It's boring, Father-sama*......"

…… Hmph" Sir Mintai said in a deep voice, "Don't you want to experience war, and I'll show you once." But what's going on, you'd better explain it to me."

"War? It's just a mob, what kind of war is this kind of petty fighting? The young man said with a slight smile and disdain. But he raised his head again and said seriously, "Father, do you know? It is rumored that Her Royal Highness Princess Griffiin has returned to her realm and is gathering her knights"

Sir Mintai was stunned, although he was a nobleman, he was only pitifully small, of course he had heard about the rumors of the North*, but it was a banquet for the big people, and it had nothing to do with someone like him who was not even a chess piece on the chessboard.

"What does this have to do with you?" He asked.

"Of course it matters," the young man said with great interest, "The next battle will decide the fate of this country, and I have decided to devote myself to such a magnificent history and follow Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Sir Min Tai didn't expect his little son to think like this, and after he was slightly stunned, he said: "Whimsical, you have never been out, do you know where Her Royal Highness is the princess?" What's going on out there now? ”

"I have my own way......," said the young man confidently.

Sir Mintai was helpless, knowing that he had been clever since he was a child, and might have found a way for him.

However, he shook his head and dismissed the idea, and replied, "I don't care if you have a way, but you'd better find a way to convince ......me first."

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly stood up and defended: "You can't keep me, why don't you let me go out and make a difference, staying in Tonigel to keep this little family business for a lifetime is the business of your older generation, and for me, a true knight should establish his own merits in war"

"War, have you ever seen a war?" Sir Mintai couldn't help but scoff. As a young man, he was also a knight who followed Grudin, and although he had not fought in battle for many years, he still retained the habit of being alert until many years later. He was dismissive of the war, which these young men kept talking about, as if with a romantic tinge.

But he suddenly stopped. While studying with Brother Mahorus, his youngest son had studied the art of war with Sir Pallas. Sir Pallas, though not well-known in the whole of Eruin, is a first-class veteran in Tonigel.

On the northern edge of the Grahal Mountains, Sir Pallas commanded Grudin's most elite knights, who had to defend against the attacks of other nobles on the one hand, and on the other hand, they had to fight against the hill natives of the southern border of the Gendenel region all year round.

Sir Mintai also remembered that his son had also participated in the war between the natives of the mountain, and when it came to fighting, the other party was probably not much less experienced than himself.

So he shook his head again and said, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to convince me." ”

"What chance?" Young people came interested.

"Be my assistant and let me see your watch. If you can do this job and take charge of it alone, I will naturally let you go. Of course, Sir Mintai didn't think so in his heart, it was just a delaying tactic, he thought to himself that he didn't have time to entangle with this kid now, and when this battle was over, he would naturally have time to take care of him slowly.

Since this boy likes to fight, then throw it into the hands of the fellow, Sir Minté thought so, of course he thought of Sir Pallas. Although it is rumored that Grudin's two most powerful knights do not have a good relationship with each other, in fact he has a good personal relationship with each other.

But the young man sensed his father's thoughts, his light blue eyes rolled, and he smiled slightly: "Father, the other party is just a group of mobs, isn't it a bit of a fuss for you to do this?" ”

…… Hmph, haven't you followed Jomart to learn the art of war for so long?" Sir Mintai suddenly realized that this was a good idea, and found something to make this boy consume his excess energy; He remembered a not-so-reliable piece of news he had recently received, and decided to add fuel to the fire, "I heard that there is a young leader among the mob, about the same age as you, but he has become the commander of the first army: on the contrary, you have been boasting all day long, but you have not seen any amazing achievements, and now I give you this opportunity, do you not want to give it a try?" ”

Sir Mintai had received the news that one of the people who had led the riot was a young man, but as for how old the other party was and what he was capable of, it was purely his words. He didn't care who led the mob, they were all a rabble anyway, and as for saying that, it was just to make his own strategy of delaying the army work.

"Agitation has no effect on a knight, father ......," the young man said in words, but the expression of obvious interest on his face betrayed him. But well," and finally he nodded himself: "I agreed, I just went to see who this person was." ”

Sir Mintai's face was expressionless, but he secretly thought in his heart that ginger is still old and spicy, no matter how smart you kid is, you will still be played by me in the end. In the end, this secret smugness turned into an exclamation: Young man, he is still too impulsive.