The men of St. Leman's Church were to cleanse the "souls of the degenerate" in Fort Greensen, so Charles took his squad of knights first and ran through the jungle as fast as he could.

"My lord, Xhosa is down!"

Charles wanted to reach the realm of Lorraine before stopping to rest, but after several days of rapid marching and fighting, a few transcendents such as Byrne and Lund could still support it, and the physical consumption of the remaining dozen or so elite warriors had reached the limit, and they were already swaying on their horses, and now someone directly fell off their horses.

"Lund and Gerson go find a suitable camping spot nearby, Brut, you go see Xhosa and feed him some holy water!"

The soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief, dismounted and rested, fed some beans to the horses, and fed themselves some food.

Brut soon ran back.

"Master, Xhosa broke his arm, but after drinking the holy water, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's amazing!"

Charles nodded, he saw it the moment Xhosa fell off his horse just now, his arm was overexerted when he was on the ground, it should have torn tendons, although the recovery of healing potions can also heal his injuries, but Charles now wants to strengthen everyone's perception of "holy water omnipotence", dispel Dietley's accusation of "adapting to the darkness" before he died, and let him drink some holy water that works faster.

Charles watched the knight squad staggering tiredly, but Byrne still divided a few people to guard before and after, and nodded secretly, the quality of grassroots commanders determines the strength of an army, and he must speed up the training of grassroots military backbones.

"Brut, you don't have to wait by my side for the time being after you go back, choose soldiers as soon as possible and form your guard battalion!"

Bruno was stunned for a moment, and said curtly: "Master, I am your personal knight, I am not by your side, who will serve you?"

"Let Dewar take your place first!"

Bruno was anxious, "Sir, what does Dewar know? He hasn't even learned the etiquette of a nobleman! And because of his commoner background, it will be laughed at for him to be a personal knight."

Charles glared at Bruno sternly and said, "Dewar treats you as his best friend, how can you belittle him like this?"

Bruno's face suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head and said reluctantly: "I still like to serve by the master's side, let Dewar go and form a guard battalion!"

"You are a useless thing! Are you a eunuch?"

Charles also got angry and kicked Bruno on his heels, but Bruno didn't care at all, and walked to Charles's side without saying a word after standing up.

"Alas, Bruno, do you know that what I lack now is not a personal knight, I don't even need a servant, but I need soldiers, I need soldiers!"

"War is coming!"

Brut looked up in surprise, looked at Charles and asked puzzledly, "Master, didn't we destroy all the evidence? The Lucers won't know that we did it!"

Charles shook his head, "You remember Bruno, the more you worry about what happens, the more it will happen to him, it's just a matter of time, I just hope the war doesn't come too soon." ”

Charles' kicking of Bruno drew the attention of others in the distance, and Byrne happened to hear Charles' worries as he approached.

"Lord Marquis, now is the season of spring ploughing, the Lucers should not start a war, those noble lords will lead the people to farm for them, but if we continue to expand the amount of conscription, the spring ploughing in the Lorraine region will be delayed. ”

"No, I had a plan, we will speed up the recruitment after we go back, and you have to help me do something, Bourne. ”

Charles's tone made Byrne stunned, and he immediately bowed and said, "I am the knight of the adults, and it is my duty to do my duty for the adults!"

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Camondo rode a black war horse to the hillside, looking at Nancy City in the distance, and the face of the dusty man showed a relieved expression.

Originally, the journey of four or five days dragged on for ten days, which really made him miserable.

Since last year's connection with the "Lord Night Wind", the Southwest Gang, which was almost impossible to get along in Nasser City, has completely come to life, and the stable supply of spiritual power potions has made the Southwest Gang earn enough money, and it has also hardened the backbone of the Southwest Gang's principal, Carmon.

Because Lord Nightwind was not very satisfied with Camondo's behavior of buying and selling human beings, Camando gradually transformed the main business of the Southwest Gang from slave trading to drug sales, but on the New Year, Camondo received a personal order from Lord Nightwind to sell slaves to the new Marquis of Lorraine, and the amount was very amazing.

Camondo was originally a retired soldier of the Southwestern Front, and was a loyal subordinate of the old Marquis of Lorraine, and now that he received the order to trade slaves to the new Marquis of Lorraine, he naturally gladly accepted it and did not dare to slack off, and at the same time was more convinced that His Excellency Night Wind had a close connection with the Marquis of Lorraine.

However, the slave trade and the slave trade are two different professions, and Camondo took more than 2,000 slaves on the road, and the four or five days journey almost made him impatient to death.

"Master Camondo, there are two black slaves who are dying, why don't you give them a little healing potion to drink!"

"Quinn, have you forgotten what the hell you were like last year? You only knew that you had squandered it after a few days of full food? Is the potion for them to drink? Only the warriors are qualified to drink the potion, give them some sugar water first, and add a bowl of hot porridge later, these black slaves are like earthworms, can they live!"

The lame boy Quinn pursed his lips and dragged a lame leg to the back, and the black crushed group of slaves below the hillside was tied to a string of ropes, trembling and moving his steps, as if he was not much faster than the snail.

The white-haired Raune caught up from behind and said to Camendo: "Camondo, you can't keep walking, if you go any further, someone will die of exhaustion, we are selling slaves, not dead corpses!"

Camando frowned, and finally nodded, Old Lawn was an experienced old fellow, and he said that he was dying, and that was really dangerous.

"Stop and rest, make a fire to keep warm, and the women come up and cook!"

Hearing the word "cooking", the numb zombie-like slaves are a little angry, and among the few words they have learned in the past few days, "cooking" and "resting" are the most unmistakable.

"I really don't understand, why does Lord Nightwind have so many women, do you want to give birth to these slaves?"

Looking at the women who were holding on to their tired bodies to make a fire and cook, Camando started a prison with Old Lawn****** although slaves were cheaper than male slaves, but the supply was also scarce, and Camando spent a lot of extra effort in order to make up for the ratio of men and women required by Lord Night Wind.

"With women, men's hearts will be stable, and when these slaves settle down, they will work hard, and the Marquis of Lorraine will see the long term!"

Camondo thought for a moment and nodded approvingly.

"Ahem, Camonto, the woman in my family has already had a trouble with me, will you give me a little ....... Elixir?"

"Don't ask me, I don't have any stock here, wait until I meet Lord Nightwind and ask! I'm almost annoyed by those big guys. ”