He hurried downstairs, sat with little Freeman in a carriage that had been prepared beside him, and drove towards the back hillside.

The Plantagenet family uses the entire mountain as the cornerstone of the family, the main building, the outbuildings, the defensive walls, the gardens, the barracks, the training grounds...... Everything but the kitchen sink. This also led to a problem, the place is too big, every time you rush to another place, you have to walk for most of the day, so the main building of the family is equipped with carriages and horses all year round to save time.

The carriage galloped down the wide road, through the layers of buildings, gardens, and small lakes, and after galloping for a while, finally turned onto another remote path, into a small quiet valley.

"Little master, it's here," said the coachman respectfully outside the carriage after he had parked the carriage smoothly.

Without saying a word, El jumped straight out of the wide carriage, followed by little Freeman.

With his feet on the training ground made of bluesteel, Al looked around.

A row of houses was built on the side, and in the middle was a large training ground, and Peter and his family were exercising with sandbags, weapons, and stones. Other than that, there was nothing in the valley but a stable.

Peter, who was training hard, had already noticed the arrival of the carriage, put down the utensils in their hands, and formed a whole formation, and a group of people under the leadership of Peter, like El, ran neatly.

"See the little master", everyone knelt neatly like Al and made a knightly salute.

"Get up", Al said happily, looking at them as they were disciplined and powerful.

Then, regardless of the nobles' reserve, he asked eagerly: "How is the effect of the potion?

Hearing Al's question, Peter's dark face was full of excitement, and he said excitedly to Al: "Little master, including me, there are seven in total, and seven of them have been promoted to the first order of the profession."

As Peter's words fell, the six professionals behind him instantly puffed up a bronze fighting spirit.

"Huh", a trace of cyan fighting energy covered the body, making a slight sound, and the six professionals puffed up their fighting spirit together, which was extremely spectacular. Little Freeman on the side, although he had already known the news in advance, he was still shocked by the seven senior apprentices who had been promoted to a first-order professional at the same time.

"Good, very good", Al praised Peter, while secretly calculating in his heart, out of the thirty senior apprentices, only seven of them were promoted to first-order professionals, and the probability of one in five was a bit lower than his expectations.

However, it was already good for them to achieve this result after only using the potion once, and there were still two chances, and more first-order professionals should be born. Thinking of this, Al calmed down a little, and talked to Peter and the others cordially.

Not to mention Al's approachability, just taking out a precious potion to help them become a first-order professional has already made Peter and them secretly excited, and their loyalty has reached full value.

Every year, I don't know how many people can't improve their physical strength because of their talents, and they can't contain their fighting spirit, and they never forget it until they die, leaving endless regrets.

And Peter, who had been a senior apprentice for many years, had the ambition to become a silver powerhouse, but after the cold reality year after year, his heart was already like ashes.

Facing the El who brought them new life, everyone was excited in their hearts, and they had already held the mentality of resting until death for the little master. And this is exactly what Al wants to see, the supply of potions will only be sent to those who have been loyal to his family for generations, as for those who have doubts, he doesn't even want to think about it, after all, he doesn't want to raise a white-eyed wolf.

Just as a group of people were enjoying themselves, a sound of "fluttering, fluttering" came from their ears, and a white pigeon grabbed little Freeman's shoulder and "cooed".

The communication and intelligence transmission in this world are generally based on the primitive carrier pigeon transmission and personnel transmission. As for the more advanced "magic real-time communication", because it is expensive, it also needs to consume a lot of magic stones, and his own family has purchased a few sets, most of which are used for emergencies.

Looking at little Freeman, he lightly fed the carrier pigeon a few grains of food with his left hand, while the other hand flexibly untied the note tied to the carrier pigeon, and read the message with an unhappy face.

"What's going on?" Al asked curiously, looking at little Freeman, who had a bad face.

"Little master, that's it......" Little Freeman explained in a low voice.

A few days ago, the entire territory of Goldfinch City was blocked, and all personnel were not allowed to leave, which annoyed a large number of caravans and mercenaries.

Recently, on the orders of Lord Viscount, the whole territory has searched for the supplies left by the little master, and the large ships are the focus. At this time, it was found that the two major caravans in the city were parked at the dock, ten large sailing ships, and three rare warships, which made the people who found it report it immediately if they got a treasure.

Benson, one of Freman's henchmen, was in a hurry to buy back other people's goods, of course, according to the market price, or even a little higher. This annoyed the caravan steward, who had long been a little disgruntled, relying on the large number of people, and the large number of guards and mercenaries under his command, the two caravan stewards merged into one, and controlled the dock with the same hatred, preventing the personnel of Plantagenet from coming up.

As soon as the henchman saw that the matter was getting bigger, he urgently sent a message, asking what little Freeman should do?

As soon as he heard this, Al's face sank, and his eyes were full of murderous energy, it was related to his own search for supplies on the journey, and this kind of unstable factor of gathering crowds to resist would never be allowed. It seems that some people have forgotten whose territory is Goldagenet. Turning to little Freeman, he said, "Tell Benson to wait there for us to deal with it, and also, when you get to the city gate, take my token, remove the five hundreds, and press me down."

Then, he took out two bags of gold coins from the space bag, threw them to Peter, and instructed: "Give you a day off today, you seven, when you arrive, put heavy armor on me, and the others will act according to the opportunity."

Peter, who had just been promoted and had long wanted to show himself, shouted excitedly: "Quick, didn't you hear the little master, quickly put on your equipment and follow me to loosen your bones."

A strange cry of excitement, which had been held back for a long time, had been boring training, and everyone who had long wanted to go out in a chic manner rushed towards the house, especially a few people who had just been promoted to the profession, and they were the first to run at the forefront.

After a while, a carriage, escorted by a luxurious lineup of twenty-three high-level apprentices and seven first-order professionals, rushed towards the docks of Plantagetown.

At this time, at the dock, a caravan manager with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks yelled and cursed at little Freeman's henchman, Benson, foaming at the mouth:

"You dare to seize our goods, who gave you the guts"?

"Do you know whose goods this is? Lord Malken, a gold-level powerhouse in the provincial city, personally named the goods that you wanted, did you delay it?" If it weren't for the Plantagenet family's territory, it is estimated that he would be able to say even more ugly words.

After scolding for a long time, until he said something dry, the caravan manager was willing to rest for a while, and in the cheers of the caravan behind him, he proudly held his head high, his nostrils turned to the sky, and he looked like he was not afraid of the sky and the earth.

Ben Sen's face turned red, in the territory of Goldfinch City, when had he been treated like this, he couldn't wait to rush up and give the caravan manager two slaps.