White Bear Town.

"Alternate Knights Actual Battle Outcast Bandit Regiment, Crushing Victory ......"

Willy looked at the report document in hand: "One hundred knight squires, seven lightly wounded, two seriously wounded, three killed, and more than one hundred and sixty enemies annihilated...... Not bad. ”

Willy closed the papers.

"But that's not enough......"

Willy's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood up and looked through the window into the distance.

He knew very well that in addition to the fact that the basic combat quality of the alternative knights was relatively strong, there was also a very important point, that is, the opponent was too weak.

Although they are three times as numerous as the Candidate Order, their combat effectiveness is very weak. These outcasts, even if they become robbers, do not guarantee that each of them will be fed. Fighting a bunch of guys who don't have enough to eat, even if they win, is not something to be proud of.

"In the next step, it is necessary to further improve the individual combat ability of the candidate knights, and at the same time, it is necessary to cooperate with the team ability......"

Willy thought to himself.

The Candidate Knights are still essentially a group, and now they are only focusing on the improvement of individual strength in the early stage of construction, and in the later stage, the group combat ability is even more important.

For the combat capability of the training group, Wiley has also been prepared for a long time.

He handed over the military combat records and military combat experience books that he had returned from the remnants of the Cold Lion royal family to his eldest brother Thorpes.

Thorpe selected officials with command and research experience in the pro-military department to extract the essence of the book, combine it with reality, and formulate a follow-up group battle strategy for the candidate knights.

When the individual strength of the candidate knights reaches the expected level, it is time to start training in group combat ability.

"Lord Baron. ”

Willy was thinking about it when there was a knock on the door.

I saw a soldier walk in and salute Willy, holding a letter in his hand.

"Lord Baron, Baron Lunette of Sand Butterfly, has sent his First Secretary to bring you a letter, as well as a cart of gifts. ”

The soldier respectfully stretched out his hands and handed the letter to Willy.

"I see. ”

Willy took it easily, although he hadn't read the specific content of the letter, but Willy had already guessed about the same.

He tore open the envelope and read the contents of the letter.

Sure enough, everything turned out to be as Willy had expected.

Baron Lunit expressed his gratitude to himself in a very humble manner.

He expressed his strong gratitude to White Bear Town for taking action to deal with the outcasts and bandits stationed near Shadie Town.

"What about the secretary?"

Willy briefly skimmed through the letter, then asked his own soldier.

He was waiting at the gate of the manor. ”

The soldier replied to Willy.

Willy nodded, and then continued to command: "Take him to the guest hospitality manor first, and let Sandor accompany him to dinner tonight." ”

"Yes, Lord Baron. ”

After receiving the order, the soldiers bowed to Willy and left the room.

The secretary of a small barony's realm is not yet qualified to let Willy meet in person.

In fact, having Sandor, the mayor of the town, meet him is enough to show how much he values his guests.

"That's right......"

The arrival of the secretary did not affect Willy's thoughts, it was only a small episode.

After the soldier left with his orders, Willy had another question in mind.

"For the military equipment of the candidate knights, we also have to speed up the production...... "Willy felt that it was necessary to personally issue an order to the Armaments Manufacturing Agency to urge, "When the combat capability is improved, the improvement of weapons and equipment can also greatly improve the combat capability......

For the legacy of the Cold Lion royal family, Willy is very satisfied.

Although there are not many transcendent legacies, these resources are exactly what White Bear Town needs most.

"Speaking of the Armaments Manufacturing Agency...... I don't know how that guy is doing now......"

Willy's eyes pondered.

Willy hadn't seen Eric once since returning to White Bear.

According to what Coulson told himself, since Eric approached him for a life energy test a month ago, he began to close himself off and practice and study necromancy, seemingly bringing himself into a state of complete isolation from the world.

According to Coulson, Eric is more focused now than he was when he was striking iron.

"What a hard working little guy......"

Willy muttered to himself.

He understands Eric's psychology very well, Eric witnesses Coulson who came out of Fandoutun all the way to become his right-hand man, and his heart is actually envious, and he also wants to take advantage of this opportunity to enable himself to provide greater help to Willy himself.

When Willy asked Eric if he would like to become a necromancer, Ric's first question was whether he would be able to serve himself better after becoming a necromancer.

For this child, Willy has a great affection.

"Let's go see him another day......"

......

At this time, the Armaments Manufacturing Agency.

Exclusive to Eric's blacksmith.

Eric hadn't left his abode for a long time, and for the first time in a month, he had left, to the place where he had been striking iron.

When Eric returned to the Armaments Manufacturing Agency, everyone was surprised, after all, Eric hadn't been here for a long time, and many people thought that he had given up his career as an ironworker.

However, when Eric returned, he was not alone, but with a dying yellow dog with a prosthetic leg forged from fine iron on one of its hind limbs. It was the mutilated stray dog that Eric had taken in shortly after he arrived at the Armaments Manufacturing Agency.

At this time, the yellow dog's breath was very weak, and it seemed that it had reached the end of its life.

Looking at its sparse fur and wrinkled skin, you can tell that the yellow dog is very old.

The lifespan of a dog is generally only about 20 years.

"Hold on a little longer, maybe everything will turn around......"

Eric walked into his blacksmith shop and placed the yellow dog on a seat beside him.

The yellow dog didn't have the strength to respond to Eric, and just looked at Eric with gratefulness.

It didn't know what Eric was going to do next, but it was still grateful for the prosthetic leg that Eric had taken in more than a year ago.

After putting the yellow dog down, Eric did not light the furnace as usual, but walked to the blacksmith's cubicle.

He had the key in his hand, ready to open a locked cabinet door.

"Necromancy is not opposed to life force...... "Eric suddenly muttered to himself, "it's just standing on the side of life. ”