"The craftsmanship is very good!"

Jason held a leg of mutton in his hand and cut off a piece of meat with the knife that Wassen was carrying, and put it in his mouth, giving a thumbs up to a young guard who looked a little shy.

He had just finished handling the three sheep with his hands and feet, and his skill made Lonnat a little dumbfounded.

And he didn't have too much seasoning, and he could bake this delicious delicacy with just some salt on the outside and tender on the inside, and Jason thought the young man could go and open a barbecue restaurant.

Set up two fires in the field to roast a whole sheep, and a group of people gathered around to eat meat and eat a mouthful of oil, which made Jason feel a little warmth in his previous life, just like eating barbecue on the side of the road in his previous life.

This made Jason, who had been under a lot of pressure, feel a lot more relaxed.

"Your Excellency has won the prize. The young guard wiped the oil from his mouth and smiled, and whispered.

The guards and Ronnat around him were not as particular as Jason, and they cut off a large piece of meat with a knife and began to stuff it into their mouths, so there was oil on their hands and mouth.

There were also five guards scattered around to keep watch, and the rich smell of meat made them swallow uncontrollably, but unfortunately they had to wait until the other five finished eating before they could enjoy it, and could only secretly pray that these guys could save some good meat for themselves.

Seeing that Jason is very envious, he only feels like eating meat like this, but unfortunately he is a nobleman, and he must always maintain aristocratic etiquette in front of outsiders.

"Eat slowly, as long as you can reach the town of Darbia tonight. He looked at the gobbling guards and said helplessly.

"Yes, sir!" the crowd replied in unison, and then the meat in their hands ate slowly, deliberately making a noise.

The vigilant guards looked indignant and vowed to make the group look good when they returned.

......

In Irontooth, Lancelot sent Jason away, and just after returning to the barracks, he received a message from Captain Gary, a very bad news.

Residents were killed outside the town, the bodies of two hunters who had just returned from a hunt, and the bodies were found behind a hillside north of the town.

When he arrived outside the town and saw that a group of vigilantes had sealed off the place, he approached the scene and was shocked by the horror in front of him.

"What's going on?" he asked Gary with a calm face, how could he have the face to see Jason again after this vicious incident happened near the town less than half a day before Jason had left.

One of the two hunters who died was split in half from his shoulder, and the hunting knife in his hand was also broken, and the other was even more miserable, and was directly cut in half.

Their unblinded eyes seemed to be filled with disbelief, and their expressions were frozen with horror and pain, as if they had been ambushed. Because the hunting knife from the other hunter's waist was not drawn.

"Hopefully I'm wrong, if it's really them, that's bad. Gary looked worried.

"Who are they?" asked Lancelot, frowning, he didn't like this kind of half-talking.

"Barbarians on the northern ice fields. Gary pointed to a huge mess of footprints not far away: "Look at the wounds, they were killed yesterday. ”

"Why didn't you report it yesterday?"

"It may have been dark and I didn't notice it when I was patrolling. ”

"Find them as soon as possible and get rid of them. Lancelot ordered in a deep voice.

"What we should do now is to move the people from the nearby villages to the town for refuge. Gary objected.

Lancelot turned his head to look at him suspiciously.

"These brutes have come too early this year, obviously it doesn't make sense......," Gary explained, but was interrupted by an angry voice, but instead of showing dissatisfaction, he looked out of the crowd with some helplessness.

"Get out of the way!" a gruff voice came to Lancelot's attention, it was the Ser Dorne, whose breath was much thicker, and it seemed that his supernatural powers had begun to awaken.

It is really surprising whether it is a natural awakening of extraordinary power in his forties, or a natural awakening.

Sure enough, more than two meters tall, comparable to Ronnet's body, squeezed in, carrying the centaur longbow given by Jason, and wearing a hunter's leather armor, but his whole body was very neatly groomed.

Dorne, who had just become a nobleman, had not yet adapted to so many aristocratic sophistications, and still retained his old habits.

"Lord Lancelot. He came in and bowed slightly towards Lancelot, which was a sign of respect for the strong.

"Hello, Sir Dorne. Lancelot returned the salute.

"Give me a team and let me take people to catch them. Dorne nodded at Gary again, then stared at Lancelot and whispered.

"I can't say yes. Lancelot decisively refused, now that Dorne was a nobleman, he must not be allowed to put himself at risk, and he was not qualified to order him.

"Then I'll take my own men to hunt them down!" said Dorne, staring into Lancelot's eyes.

"You're embarrassing me. Not to be outdone, Lancelot was far ahead of him, and although Dorne was a lot taller than him, his aura was much stronger than Dorne's.

"If I don't kill them, I won't be at ease. ”

"You're just running away from your past. Lancelot ruthlessly dismantled Dorne's mind, and he blamed himself for his brother's death, and he regarded all the barbarians as his enemies.

He wanted to lead his troops to hunt down these barbarians, just to let his self-blame be diluted, but this couldn't change his mind, which was numbing his mind.

"......" Dorn was silent.

Gary on the side was very afraid that these two people would suddenly fight, and if these two fierce men fought, his little arms and legs would not be able to hold it.

"I'll take people myself, and whatever you say, I'll find them. In the end, Dorn was defeated by Lancelot's strong aura, but he still insisted on his ideas.

"......" Lancelot looked at him a little speechlessly, this person is really unenlightened.

"I can give you a team of a hundred men, but you only have five days, and if you don't find them in five days, you will return to Irontooth immediately. Lancelot finally said solemnly.

Since you can't stop him, let's send a team to help him, otherwise I won't be able to worry if something goes wrong.

"Thank you. Dorne bowed deeply and said sincerely.

"Inform their families and bury them. Lancelot turned around and sighed, this is really a disaster.

"In previous years, they went south in the middle of winter, but this year they came in early winter. Gary saw that the atmosphere had eased, and continued what he had just said.

"Send an army to escort the villagers of the territory to take refuge in Iron Fang. Lancelot looked at the messy footprints in the distance, and the woods to the north.

I don't know how many barbarian tribes will go south, and how many barbarians will wreak havoc on the Iron Fang Collar at that time, so I can only gather the villagers here to rely on the walls of Iron Fang Town to defend them.

"Yes, sir. ”

"In addition, send seventy infantry and thirty archers to work with Sir Dorne to search for this group of barbarians heading south, find them, and then kill them. ”

"Yes!" the adjutant replied loudly.