The hustle and bustle of the docks, the bustling flow of people, the smell of the sea and rum in the air.

The carriage slowly drove into the harbor, and Leylin looked out through the small window above the carriage to see the busy scene outside.

Sailors, farmers, mercenaries, adventurers, all kinds of characters began to disappear into his eyes, and he was quickly distinguished which ones had good strength and which ones were harboring ghosts.

Previously, because he was immersed in the study of spells, Lei Lin rarely even came out of the manor, let alone came here.

"Now it seems that the Faolan family has run this place more than I expected, and it is understandable that it has attracted some small coveters. ”

"Huh?! There are even bards!"

Leylin looked at the crowd next to an intersection where a bard was performing, and couldn't help but speak in surprise.

The minstrours of the gods are not just street artists, they are often spies and spies, tasked with spying on intelligence, or specialize in selling information for a living, and most importantly - they often have a powerful force at their disposal.

With the previous prosperity of the port of Phaoran, it is clear that it did not attract bards to travel and perform.

"Jacob, what is the name of that bard, and how long have you been here?" asked Leylin directly.

"The bard? It is said that his name is Snow, and he comes from the far north, and his poetry is very beautiful, and there are many interesting stories, and the Baron had the intention of inviting him to perform at the manor......

Jacob replied quickly.

With the might of the Faoran family, the commoners here quickly moved out of the way to pay tribute to the family that ruled the port and the island.

Sitting in the center of the carriage, Lei Lin was not fascinated by everyone's compliments. Instead, he frowned: "There are too many people, and the frequency of patrols is too small......"

"Jacob. How much power does our family have here?"

"Do you mean the patrol, honorable young master!" Jacob was stunned for a moment, apparently surprised by Leylin's question.

But for the former rulers here. The situation of the patrol had long been remembered in Jacob's heart, so he was only stunned for a moment, and then replied without thinking: "We have two brigades here, with a total strength of a hundred people, and they are all powerful and good boys!"

Does that mean that there is no such thing as a supernatural man, but only the strength of ordinary sailors and thieves?"

Lei Lin was a little speechless: "So among these hundred people, how many professionals are there? How many pairs of leather armor are there, and there are long-range weapons such as crossbows?"

In this world of gods, where the power of the gods is greatly limited, armor and weapons are also a very important strength factor.

A group of well-armed and well-trained soldiers. It is not a problem to deal with the professions below level 5 at all, and if there are enough of them, even the professions below level 10 are not willing to fight with them.

Of course, after the tenth level, it is not the case that quantity can compensate for quality.

"Pro, leather armor and crossbow?" Jacob's voice came from the front, a little surprised.

"What? no?" Leylin sighed.

"Are you a professional? Those two captains are both retired officers recruited by Lord Baron, and they also have low-level warrior strength, but they have not passed the fifth-level warrior professional verification, and as for the leather armor, they are a pair of people above the squad leader. A total of twelve pieces. And the crossbow...... Our patrol is not equipped with this thing, but there seems to be a few in stock in the manor......"

Jacob said with a blushing face.

"Too little, too little! This kind of power, it seems a little too thin......" Leylin said as if complaining.

"Why did the young master say that?" there was a surprised expression on Jacob's face: "A baron, but with more than a hundred elite soldiers. This kind of strength is simply the level of a viscount in the kingdom...... And in order to afford this team, the Baron has to invest a lot of trade profits every year......"

"Baron...... It's also ......."

Leylin was a little stunned, Faoran Island was originally a newly opened territory. There is no permanent population, and it is very troublesome to recruit farmers to plow the land. It is even more impossible to recruit troops directly and the like.

Enough people can only be recruited in the form of mercenaries. Pay a lot of money, and even have to pay for food and settling-in expenses.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Faoran Island is an isolated island and has to deal with a large number of vicious pirates, Baron Jonas would have cut most of its guards in half.

Although the barons in the kingdom of Dambraith could also levy such a large number of soldiers, they would never do so except in wartime, because they simply could not afford it.

If it weren't for the profits from trade, I'm afraid the entire Faoran family would have been eaten and bankrupted by the army.

"The rise of the nobility is indeed very difficult...... "Lei Lin sighed in his heart, his physical grandfather had barely obtained this desert island as a fief for the rest of his life, and after half a lifetime of hard work by Baron Jonas, he finally gained a little popularity here, but he was immediately coveted.

"If you want to equip all these hundred people......" Lei Lin estimated slightly, the cost of armor in the world of gods is very expensive, a complete armor is even a knight's heirloom, the value can be equivalent to a small manor, and the kind of armor that has been transformed by a mage, or blessed by a priest, the price is even more amazing, even comparable to a city!

"It's obviously unrealistic to change the armor of the patrol, but you can still use your brains when it comes to weapons, at least, you can't always hold rusty iron forks and the like......"

Leylin covered his forehead with a sigh.

Now he is no longer the wealthy body he used to be, in the world of gods, even his monthly pocket money is only a few gold coins, and most of them are consumed on spell materials.

"Low-level mages also have ways to make money, but they are all hard work of copying spells or configuring low-level potions, and it's too late in time...... Alas, in the world of the gods, the little nobles are not easy to mix, only the temple is the real tyrant! The last time I saw the church of the goddess of spring, the knights were all full of metal armor, and even had the blessing effect of divine magic......"

Lei Lin couldn't help but think of what he saw and heard when he was in the seed of the soul last time, the wealth of the Church of the Gods is famous on the entire continent, and even the church of the goddess of wealth Wokin is even more so, it is rumored that the other party directly used gold and silver to build the headquarters of the church, and even the ground is covered with gold bricks, and sometimes the poor and crazy Lei Lin even decided that he had to grab a good hand after making a fortune.

"So...... Can I mobilize them?"

Suppressing the rebellious thoughts in his heart, Leylin asked Jacob outside.

"Of course, as the heir of the Faolan family, your will is our mission, young master!" Jacob replied firmly, "Do you need me to send a signal?"

"No, no, I'm going to the Temple of Knowledge, there won't be any danger there, you go and tell them ......"

Lei Lin said a few words lightly, but he silently added in his heart: "Moreover, you guys have no effect on the temple priests and holy warriors at all, not to mention that there will be many people who are willing to do something to the churches and gods they believe in......"

After Lei Lin's order was finished, there was silence in the carriage again, and Lei Lin did not continue to speak, but looked at the terrain and buildings outside with a curious gaze.

"Young Master, the Temple of Knowledge has arrived!"

As the carriage drove into an open area, Jacob's voice was heard in front of him.

Leylin looked out the window, the streets here were clean and tidy, and the pedestrians seemed very cultured, even if other farmers and mercenaries passed by, they would try to keep their footsteps low, and they seemed very cautious and respectful, as if they were two worlds from the noisy and chaotic port before.

Through the carriage, you can also see the tall and majestic temple building, which exudes dazzling brilliance.

The church of the gods is always built in great opulence, giving it a gorgeous and solemn feel.

"O God of Knowledge......" the voice of many prayers came in.

Since it was a festival day, many believers of the god of knowledge had already gathered here, and the large square was even crowded with people.

In order to worship the god of knowledge, Jonas donated the best and largest piece of land on the harbor directly, without receiving a single copper.

To those pastors, this is a matter of course.

"It seems that all the 'cultural people' on the port are here!" Lei Lin sighed, rubbed his face, and replaced it with a sunny smile.

"Young Master Thunderlin!"

"Welcome, welcome!" "Yo! let's see who this is......"

Many acquaintances gathered around, many of them were his uncles and aunts, so Lei Lin had to smile and greet him one by one.

With Anthony's teachings, Leylin has no mistakes in etiquette, and what is presented on the outside is the most perfect image of the heir to the nobility, which has been unanimously praised by outsiders.

And at the cost of the tedious greeting, Leylin found that his facial muscles had begun to stiffen, and a long time had passed.

"I know it's very troublesome, but I have to do it, nobleman......"

Relin sighed, entered the grand temple, and threw a small bag of gold coins into the donation box, which made the fat priest behind him seem to smile like a flower.

Leylin looked around, and the temple of Ogma, the god of knowledge, was very well arranged, with bookshelves and statues everywhere, full of a literary atmosphere. (To be continued......)