He didn't speak, but Ruber's eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously, and he slowly stood up from the floor.

Lu Bo, who was stout and almost two meters tall, looked at the man in front of him quietly, and his huge body almost shrouded half of the man's face in shadow.

A faint aura of danger emanated from Rubeau's body.

Staring at Rubew's eyes, the man unconsciously stepped back halfway, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the other three people, especially Vincent, who claimed to be a trainee knight.

And the other servants who just wanted to fall asleep were not sleepy when they saw this, and the obscene-looking Hu Cong let out a 'hehe' smile, shook his wrist slightly, and the cross sword next to him was within reach.

Ron in the corner was also ready to slash at any moment with his sword.

For a while, the atmosphere of the wooden house slowly became solemn.

Just when the tall and thin man couldn't bear this pressure and was going to do something.

The apprentice knight, Vincent, slowly stood up. "Hehe, if you don't have extra blankets, forget it. ”

He smiled and spread his hands. "You know, we don't have any ill will. ”

Seeing his movements, Lu Bo glanced at the hollowed out oil on the ground, and after a while, he said in a deep voice.

"Gris, give them a blanket. ”

Hearing the command, the lewd man named Gris pouted, pulled out a black, greasy blanket from the package and threw it over.

The blanket smelled of nourishing oil and gore.

"Take it, I hope you sleep comfortably. ”

The tall, thin man who took the blanket frowned, but put it away anyway and walked over to the fire on Vincent's side.

Not caring about the smell and grease on the blanket, Vincent glanced at Rubeus with a smile as he looked at the man who walked over.

"Thank you. ”

Ruber nodded indifferently, slowly removed his palm from the handle of the axe at his waist, lay down again, and closed his eyes.

The rest of Hu Cong's tense spirits also slowly relaxed.

Ron guarded the blanket on his body, looked at the four people who were also preparing to rest, and closed his eyes for a long time.

Jaelsen's territory is a territory not far from Ora's territory, and Jaelsen is much more prosperous than Ora's barren and remote territory.

Ron vaguely remembered that some of the more lively trade routes passed through Jerson's territory, where many of the prized wines and yellow beef from the territory were transported.

He didn't know how effective the people in that territory were, but judging from the performance of Vincent's four people, it seemed that they hadn't understood some of the rules here.

The location here is already on the border, and it is the most chaotic area, where thieves, outcasts, robbers, deserters, everywhere.

Unless in the military, the so-called title is useless.

Although they were knightly servants, they were only knightly servants of the Aura realm.

Even though Vincent was really a knight-apprentice, if he hadn't stood up and spoken just now, maybe Rubeus would have slashed him with an axe.

Six knights with combat experience are expected to be easy against four rookies who have not even prepared the necessary supplies.

At that time, burying the body or throwing it to the robbers or something will be very easy to dispose of.

However, it now seems that Vincent also understood something in time, and did not show any particular arrogance.

But from the previous events, the relationship between the two teams has changed from indifference to mutual vigilance.

That's not a good thing for anyone.

Luckily, the two teams never crossed paths again in the time that followed.

After the night, early the next morning, the four men returned their blankets and hurried out of the hut.

In front of the hut, the knights, who had packed their equipment and had breakfast, fed some beans to the horses before leaving.

The sun is gradually rising in the east, and there is still some moist smell in the air after rain.

Running horses trampled on the muddy road and splashed large expanses of muddy water.

Ron casually wiped some cold moisture from his face and fixed his gaze on the road ahead.

As time passed, the path under their horses gradually became wider, and some scattered convoys, or solitary riders, appeared in their sight.

These are all people who rushed to join the army because of the army's recruitment information.

Ron discovers that there are only knights like them, who are apprentice knights.

It seems that the recruitment information is only for the combatants of the territory, like ordinary soldiers or militia at all.

However, along the way, he also found that the number of these people is not very large.

The largest convoy had only about two dozen people, which was certainly not enough for the upcoming war.

I don't know what Best's top brass thinks.

Of course, these are not questions that Ron needs to consider.

His current purpose was only to follow his team to the army gathering place......

Two days later.

Under the clear blue sky, on a wide road.

A group of cloaked figures on horseback ran swiftly down the road.

The speed of the gallop brought up large clouds of yellow dust behind them.

In the distance of the road, a high black wall loomed into the field of vision of Ron and the others.

At intervals on the high black wall were watchtowers with pointed roofs, each of which stood two soldiers armed with bows and arrows.

Behind the high walls are equally tall spire buildings.

Among them, on one of the most conspicuous towers inside, a flag with a lion with a blue-and-white shading depicted flutters there.

"Look, it's the Pfister Line, we've arrived at our destination!" Rubeus shouted excitedly to the back.

Listening to Rubeus's shout, Ron looked up at the continuous high wall and the buildings behind it, a look of shock in his eyes.

Even though he knew that this world was very mysterious, he didn't expect that this level of architecture could be created here.

Look at the height of the black wall is almost more than twenty or thirty meters, which is also very rare in the previous life.

As the distance approached, Ron saw that there were elongated, dark pillars erecting on either side of the wide road.

Something that looked like black rags hung from the pillars, and there was a strong stench of rot that smelled very disgusting.

On some pillars, complete naked corpses can still be seen.

Frowning, knowing the usefulness of the pillars, he turned his gaze back to the high wall.

Soon, the group reached an arched iron gate beneath the high wall.

The iron door was open, and on each side stood three soldiers in silver armor, holding spears, and cold white visors under the helmets of hideous horns.

Several men controlled the horses to slow down, and Ron could clearly feel their eyes on him.

There was a hint of danger in it, which made him unconsciously want to put his hand on the cross sword at his waist.

Not only him, but several other servants also obviously had this faint sense of crisis, and even Lu Bo's face sank.

Just as they were about to pass through the archway, a soldier suddenly raised his spear flat in front of him, the tip of which was pointed at Rubeus at the front.

"This is the Pfister Line, tell me who you are!"

A hoarse voice came from under the soldier's visor, a feeling of rubbing glass.

Pointed at the tip of the gun, Ruber frowned, and then spoke.

"We are knights of the Aura realm, and we have followed the recruitment information to join the army, which is proof. ”

As he spoke, he pulled a piece of parchment from the leather armor on his chest and opened it for the soldier to see.

The soldier glanced at the writing on the parchment and paused for a moment on the final seal before putting away his spear.

"Well, go in, go all the way from here, and there will be someone inside to entertain you. ”

"Okay. Nodding, Ruber gestured to Ron and the others behind him before walking straight through the iron gate.

As Ron controlled his horses and followed the group, he still felt the cold gaze of the six soldiers at the gate, and a faint smell of blood emanated from the cracks in their armor.

This kind of aura made him feel that it was not much different from those apprentice knights in the territory.

This convinced Ron that Grant was indeed not exaggerating, and that everyone here might have the strength of a trainee knight.