Passing through the huge iron gate, the group walked along the path under their feet.

Soon, they saw several figures in front of them leading horses and dressed as servants writing something at a table.

Behind the table was a tall, thin man in red cloth armor, bringing some white paper up from under the table.

On either side of the man stood two soldiers in silver armor.

"It looks like that's the place to report. Rubeus whispered in front of him, his eyes scanning the strange place.

The tall spire made him feel an inexplicable sense of danger in his heart.

It's as if there were a pair of eyes staring at them in the round windows of those buildings.

"I don't like it here. Lewdness stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist from Gris's palm, as if trying to get a sense of security from the weapon.

"Me too. The other servant next to him replied approvingly.

Listening to the complaints of several people, Ron also looked around slightly.

The clean floor was paved with black stone slabs, neat soldiers patrolling in the distance, and some scattered people dressed as minions.

There was a faint smell of blood and the metallic smell of swords floating in the air.

There was a sense of solemnity in the entire army gathering place.

This is something that Ron has never seen in his realm.

When a few people came to the table with their horses in control, it happened that the servants who had finished writing also turned away.

Seeing the visitor, the tall and thin man in red cloth armor smiled, and he pointed to the paper on the table.

"Welcome to the Pfister Line, young men, fill in all your information here. ”

There was no answer, everyone turned over and dismounted, and walked to the table.

The content of the paper is just some basic information about the individual and what territory it comes from, and there is nothing special about it.

Picking up the quill he had prepared, Ron quickly filled it all in.

However, when he handed the paper to the tall and thin man, he suddenly noticed that the eyes of the man in front of him were actually emerald green, and there were no pupils.

These strange eyes made Ron stunned slightly, and immediately remembered the alien information that Grant had told him.

The number of aliens may be small compared to humans, but there are so many hybrids with alien bloodlines that they are almost as numerous as ordinary people.

Although this man has the appearance of a human being, those eyes mark his identity, even if he is not a simple alien, he is also a kind of mixed race.

I just don't know what this man's ability is.

Perhaps it was because Ron had been staring for a long time, but the man suddenly smiled and looked up, reaching for the filled paper.

"Boy, didn't anyone tell you that it was rude to stare into a man's eyes like this?"

Hearing his words, Ron immediately looked away, and at the same time lowered his head and apologized.

"I'm sorry, my lord. ”

"It's okay, you're not the first. The man waved his hand indifferently, and then he casually pointed to the left. "Okay, fill in the information and go, go straight down this road, someone will arrange everything for you. ”

That direction is also the direction in which the people left just now.

Nodding, Ron turned and got back on his horse, and the rest of the servants who had filled in their stuff also got on their horses in turn.

And just as a few people walked in the direction he pointed, some young men dressed in servant costumes appeared in front of them.

These servants seemed to be waiting specifically for the newcomers who came to report, and when they saw them coming, two servants suddenly walked over.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come with me, and I will lead you to the rest area. One of the servants bowed respectfully. "If you have any questions here, I can answer them too. ”

Hearing his words, Rubeus looked left and right at the somewhat empty gathering place.

"Tell me how many new arrivals you've received so far. ”

The servant made a silent calculation in his heart, and immediately replied.

"My lord, we've probably received more than two hundred people. ”

"Two hundred?" Ruber gently stroked the hair on the horse's neck, not knowing what he was thinking.

And Ron in the back frowned slightly when he heard this number.

He knew that it had been nearly half a month since the recruitment information was released.

For such a long time, only two hundred people were reported, which is nothing for the upcoming war.

'Could it be that the top brass of Best are very confident in the Lane Empire, sure that they won't start a war so soon?' Ron couldn't help but think.

This level of recruitment doesn't mean much for war, and perhaps the death toll in one battle will be reached.

However, judging from the previous report by the old lord, it may really be that the top management of Best has taken some measures to alleviate the invasion of the Ryan Empire.

Otherwise, the First Line would not have had such an atmosphere at all.

Thinking about Best's thoughts, they soon followed the two servants into a wide street.

On both sides of the street were delicate two-story stone houses, from which three or four men in leather armor and armed men were coming out.

"It's the accommodation area, next door is the training area, and we will deliver food or groceries to our respective accommodations on time. The servant who had spoken earlier continued. "If you have any special requests, please let us know in advance. ”

"There's a question I'd like to ask. Ron said suddenly. "Is there one person in the house here, or is it shared by several people?"

Hearing the question, the servant turned his gaze to Ron and smiled.

"This lord is one person and one building. ”

"Oh, really?" Ron raised an eyebrow, glancing at the stone houses on the street. "Is this more than just a street for accommodation?"

"Yes, sir. The servant nodded. "There are two more such streets. ”

"I see. Ron nodded knowingly, but his brow gradually furrowed.

This level of treatment, he did not believe that any soldier would have, was even more superior than when he had been in the training camp.

Ron felt that this recruitment information was definitely not to recruit ordinary soldiers, otherwise this situation would not have been possible.

He glanced at the number of stone houses on this street, and there were only more than a hundred, and with the remaining two streets, there were only three hundred.

If there is one person in one building, it is only 300 people when it is full.

'Why?' Ron wondered.

The other servants also felt more or less strange, and looked at the clean street for some reason.

While looking at the street, follow in the footsteps of the servants.

After a while, under the assignment of the servants, several people found their own stone houses.

Jumping off his horse and handing the reins to his servant, Ron came to his stone house.

And just as the servant was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and asked with a slight frown.

"Wait a minute, do you know the main content of this recruitment, is it recruiting soldiers or something?"

The servant who was called stopped immediately stopped and said respectfully.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I don't know about this question, I'm only in charge of reception, maybe you'll find out in a few days. ”

"Yes," Ron waved his hand. "Alright, you can go. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

At the command, the servant took the horse and turned and went away.

After a pause as he looked at the servant's back, Ron walked to the door of the stone house and gently pushed it open.

The inside of the stone house was very clean and tidy, it was clearly cleaned, wooden tables and chairs were placed in the room, and four wall lamps hung from the walls, each with a wrist-thick candle stuck in it.

Although the floor is also slate, it is covered with a thick gray carpet, and the two windows of the room are also gray-black curtains hanging on one side.

In addition to the necessary things, there are also professional equipment for exercising in the room.

Walking into the room, his boots on the soft carpet, Ron followed the stone staircase in the room to the second floor of the stone house.

On the second floor are two separate rooms, one of which is used for washing and the other is a bedroom.

Next to the soft-looking bed was an iron frame with a full set of silver armor hanging from it.

Walking to the iron frame, Ron strangely picked up the helmet on the top of the iron frame, which was not the horned helmet of the soldiers he had seen at the iron gate before.

Rather, it is a strange helmet with a protruding face that looks like a shark's mouth, and dense jagged lines that cover the entire face armor, which looks extremely hideous, and at the eye area are two narrow slits.

Gently stroking the lines on the helmet, Ron noticed that the armor was much thicker and heavier than the soldiers.

With his current strength, if he wears it all, it is estimated that it will be enough to choke.