There is a fundamental reason why Ain attaches so much importance to veterans.

You know, there is no shortage of people in the world who are afterthought and idle X pain, so on the game forum of Ain's previous life, there are so many posts about imagining who returned to the beginning of the game and then turned over the battle of winter. It turned out that Ain still had illusions about the strategy and correctness of these posts, and later, especially in the whole world, after more than half a month, he found that for a certain battle in the entire Winter War, the analysis of some posts was very reasonable, but the analysis of the entire Winter War was too wrong.

It turned out that Ain had always thought that White Mountain City was the key point in the entire Winter War, but in fact, when he abandoned the Northwest Fortress, the initiative of the entire battle situation was no longer on Rysel's side.

Regardless of whether these afterthoughts are accurate or not, there is at least one thing that everyone agrees on - in all the process of this deduction, these veterans who retired from the June War are a very important part of the army......

Although the real veterans do not have the feeling that "the veterans are less than 10,000 and the 10,000 are invincible", from an objective point of view, these veterans represent the experience of fighting, the confidence of fighting and the ideals of fighting.

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Like the kind of traveler who is a little tired, Ain and Harden sit in the tavern and chat with each other. The few small plates of food in front of me diminished little by little, and the light in the tavern began to light up little by little—as time went on, it was time for the tavern to open.

The faces of Ain and Harden did attract a lot of attention, but these attentions, that is, a glance, and then continued to devote themselves to their own small circle to drink and chat.

When the tavern began to slowly become crowded, Ain, who had been holding the rhythm of the conversation with Harden, suddenly began to change the subject.

There was no talk before, or Harden's life in the White Mountain Range, although outsiders felt a little weird when they heard it, but they didn't care too much, with the change of Ain's topic, the whole topic was led to Harden's previous life.

Reclamation.

If life in the White Mountain Range is just a little weird, the part of reclamation is very intuitive.

Although Ain's memory of life during the reclamation period has been blurred, he can still recall a little bit when he thinks about it, but from the perspective of it, it is a little embarrassing.

To summarize it roughly: the experience of a baron's sole heir to a barony who is not yet ten years old playing in the wasteland.

The entire tavern had already begun to quiet down when Aine was slowly reminiscing, even if these people were veterans of the elite of the June War that year, and they did not look at the experience of reclamation in the eyes of a young boy who was the sole heir to the baronial title.

I don't know who it was, but I began to lament when I listened to it, and with the first lament, the atmosphere in the whole tavern became more solemn.

The familiar sound of pulling slippers, Aine slowly felt that the light on his side began to dim.

"Young man, are you a descendant of the nobles of the reclamation." Although Ain did not point out that his memories occurred during the time of reclamation outside the Northwest Fortress after the June War, these veterans were sensitive, and even if they didn't say it explicitly, they could feel it.

Ain nodded, didn't say anything, and just remembered to himself.

"That's enough...... the tavernkeeper's somewhat massive body trembled, as if he had uttered these two words, exerting all his strength.

Aine paused to remember, looked at the tavernkeeper, and waited silently for his next step.

The tavernkeeper, probably temporarily incapacitated by the words he had uttered, walked silently to the door of the tavern, then picked up the door panel against the wall, pressed it against the door frame, and plugged it in.

"Young man, if you want to say anything, just say it." When all this was done, the tavernkeeper turned around and looked at Aine with his own eyes.

Ain shook his head and said, "I don't want to say anything, it's just that I accidentally met this late father's comrades-in-arms and some innocent civilians in the process of escaping from the secret passage of the Northwest Fortress, and I took them with me to return to Winterfell through Fort Sophie." What I have just said to my late father's comrade-in-arms, now a knight of my family, in this tavern today is only a casual conversation. ”

The tavern owner is also smiling, and his eyes, which had become small because of the fat on his face, are now even smaller.

"Something to do with that guy?" The tavernkeeper's hand was raised slightly, his four fingers were bent inward, and he kept an index finger and pointed in a certain direction, "Don't worry, this place, as long as I close the door, no one will dare to snoop, and the people in the house will not dare to talk nonsense." ”

Aine looked in the direction the tavernkeeper's index finger was pointing, and thought back to the structure of Fort Sophie for a moment.

In that direction, is the inner fort of Fort Sophie.

Aine stared at the tavern keeper for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "What will happen to you if that guy doesn't fulfill his responsibilities as a nobleman?" ”

"As you think." The tavern owner did not answer directly, but gave him an ambiguous answer.

However, at this time, those veterans were a little anxious, and they had already shouted: "We defected to this guy, and even spontaneously maintained his fiefdom, because he still has the glory of the previous nobles, if he loses these things, then what is the difference between him and those southern nobles who have been completely corrupted?" ”

"Don't make a noise." The tavernkeeper scolded impatiently, and the impatient veterans shut their mouths like mice to cats.

"As you think, as you see, young man."

Aine picked up the glass of iced lemonade in front of him, took a sip, then nodded to the tavernkeeper, gestured to Harden, and got up to leave.

"Wait, lad." As soon as Ain removed the deadbolt, he heard the tavernkeeper's voice behind him, which seemed a little serious.

Aine looked back, his eyes not very friendly.

"Oh, in the name of the gold coins, those dishes just now." The tavernkeeper's voice suddenly became relaxed, and Aine couldn't help but smile easily.

Ain handed his bag of money directly to the tavernkeeper, then walked straight to the door, took the door panel out of the door frame with some difficulty, and left the tavern, not giving the tavernkeeper any chance to speak.

Before Ain's figure was engulfed in darkness, the mage turned around and waved his hand and said, "In the name of the gold coin, in honor of the father." ”

The tavernkeeper and some of the tavern veterans were silent for a moment as they looked at the back of Ain who had disappeared into the darkness, but after a few moments, the whole tavern was back to its former jubilation.