"We've got twelve wounded here, eight of them are recruits, but it's not a big deal."

Sodrol pointed to Akasha, who was casting magic in the distance, and led Roddy to several wounded captives and continued: "I just asked briefly, these guys have been wandering around this area for more than a month, originally a small group of forty or fifty people, and then there were so many of them after the merger of two other groups of bandits. ”

"During this time they have blocked the road for four or five votes, and today this incident was instigated by the best equipped group of them. Well, there are still some ornaments on their bracers, and they know at a glance that they are from noble private soldiers, and they were briefly interrogated just now, and they were asked to be Viscount Anru's subordinates. ”

Viscount An Ru was the fat man who discussed at the banquet to give Luo Di a "lesson", and Luo Di was not surprised by this, but just shook his head and said: "Originally, we might have found out that it would be the end, but it doesn't seem to be that simple. ”

"Oh? Who was that guy you killed? ”

Sodrore naturally noticed that Roddy didn't come back empty-handed.

"I didn't have time to do it... He's a dead man. ”

"Dead soldiers?!"

Sodlore's face immediately changed, he asked a few words carefully, and followed Roddy to the corpse of the "wanderer", and examined it as carefully as Roddy had done before. However, after a long time, he didn't seem to see anything superfluous.

"There are no tattoos on his body, the scars are from training or combat, and there are no special marks..."Sodrore did not shy away from fiddling with the thief's stiff arm, and just as he was about to give up, his eyes suddenly froze—"Wait! ”

He took off the other party's bracers and arm guards, cut the leather armor jacket with a knife, and then picked up the other party's finely made close-fitting linen clothes and looked at them carefully for a while, and then his face became a little weird.

"Discovery?"

Roddy was a little strange, Sodrol looked excited, but the twitching of his eyebrows was obviously suppressing something.

"Hmm... Sort of. In fact, the main thing is that the way this dress is cut makes me feel familiar... You see, the stitching here, the hemming here, and the neckline here – sure enough, two 'X' shaped closures. ”

These terms are only understood by "tailoring professional", and Luo Di looked at him with some surprise: "Do you still know how to make clothes?" ”

This guy wouldn't be a "high-level tailor" as a subclass, would he? A generation of "sword masters" actually like to make clothes?

But Sodrore shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You are a bit of a layman in this question, in fact, these things must be understood as a nobleman." When customizing clothes, those tailors have to take the sample and modify it back and forth on you several times, and you can learn it after listening to it too much. ”

He pointed to the dress in front of him: "Each shop has its own style, although the name is not written on the clothes, but this style can often be seen at a glance whose handiwork, when a group of nobles bragging together, it is this vision." ”

"I understand when you say that."

Luo Di thought that this was the same reason as the gentleman knew more about luxury brands, but he asked more suspiciously: "No, then how do you know this?" ”

"Because... I used to be a nobleman. ”

When he said this, Sodrore's eyes darkened significantly. Roddy's heart froze, and he immediately realized that he had asked the wrong thing, but before he could apologize, he saw Sodrore waving his hand: "Okay, we still need to do this?" In fact, it's just some unbearable past...

He paused, and then said succinctly: "My father was a baron of Bergen, but before he could pass on the title to me, the family was destroyed. At that time, the entire family was almost dead, and I was the only one who gritted my teeth and fled to Ivota to leave a bloodline for the family. ”

It was definitely a blood feud, but Sodrore had never spoken to anyone before. Although what he said was an understatement, Roddy knew that beneath those calm words was actually hidden the hatred that Sodrore had never seen before...

He will never forget this, and sooner or later he will find the culprit.

"The reason why I know this is because I used to be in Bergenling for a while, and I have customized a lot of clothes since I was a child, and one of the shops made clothes in his style."

"You won't admit that you're mistaken, will you?"

"At that time, I was young, and because my body grew fast, I had to get it done several times a year, and most of it was ordered from this shop, so I can't be mistaken. You see... The kind of clothes on his body is a standard ready-to-wear, if it is customized for nobles, the stitching on the back and cuffs is different, but he doesn't have this. ”

"Could it have been somewhere else?"

"That shop only sells goods to nobles in the realm, so first of all, I must be sure that this guy is a local nobleman. And the status is noble..."

Having said that, there is no way to investigate it in detail, because there are many nobles in Bergen's domain, and at this time, there is no way to carefully confirm which family it is with a piece of clothing. But this narrowed the scope, but it saved Luo Di a lot of things, and he exhaled: "Let's go back and investigate carefully, Viscount Anru is estimated to be just a role that is being used, and Bergen may be the source here, or... More than. ”

"Well, I'll investigate."

Sodrore lowered his head, looking a little depressed.

"By the way," Roddy asked in a low voice, tapping him on the shoulder, "Originally... Which family did it? ”

Sodrore looked up suddenly... Naturally, he knew what he meant.

"This—"

The corners of Luo Di's mouth were grinning, and he seemed to be smiling, but the words were more chilling than the howling cold wind: "Don't look at me like that, I don't care who it is, but since you have done something, you must have the consciousness to bear the consequences... Am I right? ”

******

January 17th.

While the northern part of the kingdom was still shrouded in the cold winter wind and snow, the territory of Bergen, thousands of miles away, already had a little spring.

The grass is gradually sprouting green shoots, and many of the flowers in the back gardens of the nobles are already the first to bloom. Pedestrians on the streets have lost their winter clothes, vendors are hawking, children are playing, cattle are already ploughing on the land that has been fallow for two years, preparing for the new year's planting...

Compared to the northwestern part of the kingdom, the richness of the territory of "Bergen" is obvious.

This is not only because of the climate or landform, but also because it borders the royal territory of the Karen Kingdom - it is easy to enjoy the shade with large trees and a well-developed royal city as a base for trade, and it is difficult to think that the economy here is not developed.

And as the largest lord of the territory, Count Mirno's recent days have been even more beautiful.

In the early years, the Mirno family could only be regarded as "first-class" in this territory, but not "dominant". However, under the management of the current head of the family for more than ten years, the current Bergen territory has been completely held by him.

Those families who did not obey discipline have now disappeared even their emblems from the genealogy of the nobility of the kingdom. The phrase "only an obedient nobleman is a good nobleman" became Mirno's creed—and he was indeed qualified to say it, for there were probably few people in the whole kingdom who could match the Earl.

It stands to reason that if a lord is too harsh, it is inevitable that he will be counterattacked, but the Count of Mirno does not have the slightest such concern... Behind him was Charles II, the largest lord of the kingdom of Cullen and the titular master of the kingdom.

"Sir, this is a gift list from Viscount Chaton and Baron Mukla today."

It is said that it is a gift list, but in fact it is not a holiday at all, these things are just "offerings" - the Count of Mirno is quite complacent about this, because these are not "taxes", but complete additional income.

"It's much more positive than last year."

The fifty-three-year-old earl, with his silver hair and thin build, stood in front of the windowsill with his hands behind his back and had the air of a man of great power—but when he saw his son in the back garden, who was moving his hands and feet to the maid, his two sword eyebrows immediately stood up:

"Didn't I let him go to sword training? Why is he here?! ”

The Count of Mirno reprimanded, and when the butler left, he rubbed his brow and sighed to himself...

Perhaps this is the price of being obsessed with power... Although the family has power, there is only one heir, and because he was born in the "main house", he has developed a gentleman for more than 20 years because he is too spoiled, which makes him regret it every time he thinks about it.

Fortunately, this twenty-three-year-old son is not a brainless man, at least in terms of "scheming", he still inherited his excellent level, but if he wants to take charge of the family, he is almost hot.

"I still have to find a place to exercise, it's really not okay to go on like this..."

The Count of Mirno, sitting at his desk, quickly put aside the confusion, stretched out his hand to straighten the placket, and began to write the letter to Charles II as usual:

"The development of the 'Rosicrucius' in Bergen's territory has been curbed, the missionary process of the 'Viper Cross' has been relatively smooth, several recent conflicts have been suppressed, and the current situation is very stable..."

"The Diocese of Bogdor is still controlled by Benjamin, and it will take longer to change that..."

"The measures of the Evta Territory this winter are intriguing, according to the eyeliner report, the Duke of Sally seems to have anticipated the consequences of the severe cold in advance, so she relied on sufficient preparation to collect a large amount of gold coins in three months, according to preliminary estimates, the amount may be more than four times the annual tax revenue of the Evta Territory..."

"If this continues, the power of Evta will definitely dominate and pose a serious threat to His Majesty's rule."

From a different perspective, the same act has a different interpretation: Sally's efforts to relieve the refugees have become a "threat to the stability of the kingdom" in the pen of the Count of Mirno, and the nobles who have not made enough money have become "the best weight to balance the situation".

This is the ridiculous and pathetic political zhì.

Charles II was flanked by two close ministers: one was the "Earl of Moore", who was responsible for overtly conquest or the deployment of troops; The other is Count Mirno, but he mostly does things "under the surface", so he feels better about himself.

Just imagine, the situation of most of the country's territories is directly or indirectly monitored by themselves, and some places even have the ability to control, this kind of overlooking the overall situation, it is naturally easier for people to have a sense of superiority of "all beings are chess".

The Earl finished writing the letter leisurely, but just as he was about to seal it with fire paint, a message brought by the butler made the count's face gloomy.

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