"I ask you... Have you eaten dinner?"

Roddy's injured hand trembled slightly and moved the campfire a few times, staring at the barbecue on it, and asked in a very relaxed tone.

"No... No. ”

"If you don't have anything to eat, why don't you have some?"

Removing the meat from the campfire, Sodrore could tell that it was a chop of lamb, and in light of the scenes around him, he could almost conclude that it was something that the orcs had looted from the village of Cree - and knowing this, he had no appetite.

Roddy seemed to know how he felt, didn't ask again, took a bite to himself, his expression was not the smile he had just now, and when he stared at the campfire, his gaze seemed a little indifferent. He chewed slowly on the lamb chops, which were not delicious, and after a long time, he continued: "Do you think it is inappropriate to eat such things at this time?"

Sodrore didn't speak, but acquiesced.

"You went to the village of Kree first?"

"Just came all the way from over there, over there... There was no one left alive. ”

"Well, the wolf cavalry never leaves anything alive. Roddy nodded, continuing to eat the lamb chops, "Speaking of which... I feel like everything is much easier when something like this happens. ”

Sodrore didn't understand what he was talking about, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Easy?"

"yes. Roddy stretched out his finger and pointed to the formless corpse of Xhosana next to him, and then raised the lamb chops in his hand, "You see, the nature of the matter is very simple: the orcs want to eat, they kill people, they slaughter the village, and they steal these things."

"And I, I don't want them to eat us and rob us, so... He came and killed them and snatched them back. ”

Roddy's expression was very indifferent, but the words in his mouth made Sodrore feel frightened when he listened-

"This is the way the world is, there will always be people to grab what you have in your hands, what should you do? Either kill the pretenders or become such a loser. ”

He pointed to the orc corpses all over the ground and sighed slightly.

"Oh, what a simple thing. ”

Sodrore stood beside him, a little unsure of how to talk, but his heart was shocked - "If you provoke me, I will kill you", such a thing is simple, but it is not something that can be done if you want to do it. On the opposite side was a whole camp of wolf cavalry, but Roddy added up to a scout team of only fifteen people, and the result of such a collision turned out to be the total annihilation of the orcs?

Ruger came to report on the battle, and when he heard the result of the battle damage of "three people were slightly wounded, but no one died", he completely understood... The idea that he wanted to show the scout's combat power in front of Roddy was a bit ridiculous.

Fifteen scouts, killed thirty-three wolf cavalry, zero deaths.

In addition to "miracle", Sodrol and his subordinates couldn't think of any other words to describe such things, and the only words left in their minds were "high mountain admiration", "bow and worship", and "five bodies to the ground".

"Finish the work, assemble, and go back to the village. ”

After eating the lamb chops, Luo Di got up and wiped his mouth as if he had just eaten a working meal with his subordinates in a restaurant. As his gaze turned to Sodlore and the scouts behind him, he seemed to have just remembered something about the formation, and he smiled and said loudly, "Colleagues, welcome to the Nolan Village Scout Squad. But there may be something that Second Lieutenant Sodrol didn't explain to you, and I'll mention it briefly. ”

He cleared his throat, and the smiling expression in the orange glow of the campfire became more and more unfathomable in the eyes of the "new members".

"In addition to patrolling the border and displaying warning letters, we are always going to have some additional situations, so when something like this happens... If I can solve it myself, I don't usually choose to go to the fortress to inform the knights. ”

"Do you understand?"

In front of the burning camp, Roddy's understatement made these originally arrogant scouts feel a breathtaking pressure for no reason. It also made them vaguely feel what was not shown behind the words... Paranoid self-confidence.

............

Time passed, and before you knew it, the middle of June had arrived.

The news of the slaughter of the border villages by the orcs quickly spread throughout the territory of Evta, but as Sodrol had predicted, the rest of the nobles had no intention of "revenge" at all, except for the frustration of Kirk, the lord of the village, who had broken his teeth and swallowed down.

It was enough to express their indignation verbally, and even Lord Kirk himself did not say that he wanted to seek revenge from the orcs, and the others were naturally happy to be quiet. At the wine table, the upper class and even the aristocracy would sigh "these orcs are so hateful" and "they have lost their conscience", show their compassion, or brag about something like "if this were to happen to my territory, what would I do".

And then, how it should be, and how it should be.

Similar scenes were played out everywhere, but at a dinner party in the city of Hollier on June 17, Count Francis seemed unimpressed by such a thing.

It was originally just a simple auction, but after a few bottles of aged wine were sold for hundreds of gold coins, the communication between nobles and celebrities was the main content of the banquet. And the discussion of the "Kerry Village" incident was naturally brought up among the nobles.

"I'm afraid Kirk will have a lot less taxes this year, Finks Village, Cree Village, speaking of which, the orcs are really good at picking places. ”

"I've heard that Fortress Concedon has sent a large team to pursue those orcs in the grasslands, and it seems that it really killed a lot of orcs. ”

"The Baron is laughing again... It's okay for those fortress cavalry to bluff people, do you and I really believe that they can catch up with the wolf cavalry and do it?"

"Hehehe, Lord Durant, I've only heard about it—if it's well-informed, we're waiting for you to come and give us a few words. ”

The head of the small circle is named "Durant", a large lord under the Duke of Angmar, and his territory covers exactly the northwest side of the Evtar, and Lord Kirk is his nobleman.

"I? I don't have much to say, the Conceton guys didn't go far, they must have gone on a shit trip and bumped into a few wolves, and it took a long time to catch some, and when they came back, they pretended to kill a team of wolf cavalry, and they were really sorry for what they said. ”

"Is there such a thing? The wolf—"

"It's not that the wolf is fake, maybe the wolf cavalry suddenly changed their minds, left a few wolves that couldn't run and rolled back to their den?"

When such words were spoken, the nobles laughed and did not bother to pursue anything. At this time, Francis happened to walk by with a wine glass, and the Earl Durant, who was the leader, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "Then again, Count Francis, I don't think the scout organization set up by the Rouseflon family on the border seems to have no effect, and when such a thing happens, there is no resistance at all?"

This is a bit of a snarky question, and it is clear that the lords of the frontier do not like the dukes to install such an organization in their territory - the scout troops are independent of the laws of the local lords, and this kind of matter has always been controversial and contradictory, and in the past, the Duke of Angmar could be suppressed by his might, but now, the young Francis could not get these lords to pay any attention.

So Durant's problem, in a way, is already a pressure on the Rousefron family.

"Heh... Count Durant said this, in fact, it is biased - the role of the scout itself is just a warning, when the disaster in Cree Village occurred, the scout force probably gave a warning in advance, but unfortunately those orcs were too strong, and no one in the entire scout force escaped. My men reported that the scouts had resisted stubbornly before they died... Obviously, they sacrificed to protect the villagers, and such behavior should not be blamed. ”

I have to say that Francis's head is really good, a few sentences to refute the other party's point of view, and a "sacrifice" to define the character, so that the other party can no longer continue to talk about the topic of scouts - in fact, he is naturally clear about the real situation, but he can't pick and choose.

Count Durant smiled, until there was no intention to continue the-for-tat, such a tentative point was over, he shrugged,

The topic then turned to this year's fashionable clothing and the jewelry work of a certain craftsman in the Southern Territories, and the matter of "scout formation" was crossed without a trace.

Here, although Francis kept smiling on his face, he was no longer happy in his heart. The failure of the previous "deal" with Sarota had planted a thorn in his heart, and to be honest, it was not easy to be a "traitor", because whenever someone said about the dangers of orcs, he inexplicably felt... Those people are mocking themselves around the bush.

This is the common disease of traitors, anxiety, suspicion, sensitivity in the heart, as if everyone feels that the other party wants to expose themselves. Francis's mood has been getting worse lately, and it's all because of his sister, who is still alive.

He tries to find the mysterious man who saved Sally, but the direction doesn't seem to be right. He thought it was the hand of some noble guardian knight in the realm - this was actually normal, because no one would think that a group of scouts could make a storm - so these days, he has been using his hands to check these noble guards, and every time he sees a little hope, the final evidence proves that he has not found the right person.

This kind of grievance made him very annoying, and Sally, who was meditating in the convent, made him even more uncertain.

Not in the mood to stay any longer, Francis left early to return to the Duke's Palace, and just as he was about to enter his room, he saw Alpha, the butler, bringing dinner to his father's bedroom.

He looked at the room he hadn't walked into for a long time, and he didn't have the courage to step forward to face his father - although the young Francis could kill his sister, the fear of his father from the bottom of his heart kept him from crossing the final "threshold".

Francis didn't dare -- maybe he would have such an idea in a while, but at this time, he did not dare to imagine such a possibility.

Standing in front of the corridor like this for a long time, he found that the butler Alpha walked out with a plate not long after entering, and he had some doubts in his heart, and he asked out loud: "Father, he... Don't want to eat?"

The housekeeper was a little surprised that he was still standing here, and immediately lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Master, he... I only ate a little bit and didn't want to eat anymore. ”

Francis's wrist moved, and it looked as if he wanted to take the plate and walk into the room, but in the end he restrained this desire and waved his hand, "It's okay... Next time, let the chef change a few dishes, I- I'll go first. ”

Taking a deep breath, Francis went straight back to his room, but the young earl, who was so preoccupied with how to fight Sally, did not notice the gray glint in the butler's gaze behind him.