Lately, I think the atmosphere in the team is a bit weird, as if the air is condensed. Although it is not good to say this, I still think that Mark's grief alone is not really a devastating thing.

Ideally, all sorrow will pass in the end, and there is no scar that cannot be healed. As the old saying goes, the best cure for a heart disease is time. As far as the human self protection mechanism is concerned, the brain will also try to forget it on its own.

So I went to Mark and had a good talk, and he reacted coldly, and he was silent with his head down. I also knew that this kind of thing couldn't be rushed, so I didn't care about him anymore.

In two days, you will probably be able to enter the borders of Ryordian. Falling out of love is actually very simple to forget. As long as you fall asleep, make yourself handsome the next day, find a beautiful and gentle girl, and talk about a new relationship.

Anyway, we have to go to every country, and I don't believe that none of the beauties in the country are as attractive as Joan?

Even so, Mark had been in the group like a dead man for 3 days, and had not spoken a word for 3 days.

Thankfully, we're already in Raldian, and I'll have a lot of trouble to deal with, so I can finally avoid feeling Mark's daily resentment like an ice cellar.

I'll have to talk a little bit about Raldian, because it's such an interesting country, and I'll talk about it a lot in my travelogues. If you talk about Raldian, the first impression that comes to people's minds is that it is famous and majestic, sweeping the whole of Calradia by the heavy cavalry of Raldian. This has become an established concept, the heavy cavalry of Ryordian, just as we think of the most outstanding Rhodok crossbowmen when we think of Rhodok, and when we think of Vegia, we will admire the archery skills of the Vigia, and marvel at the cavalry nomads of Kugit who have the fastest speed on the continent, and even the wind is unattainable. Well, the special feature of the Ryordian is their cavalry. This is also the capital of Ruierdian, which is proud of all countries.

Trust me, friends. When you actually encounter a cavalryman, you will understand their horror. You'll be horrified to find that you'll never be able to chase them, and you can tell where they're going to come from next, but you'll have to dodge because you can't resist the tremendous energy generated when the horses run to top speed. The heavily armed knight is like a moving mountain, and his threat can come to you at any moment, and you will not be able to touch even a little of their power, and will be killed in a very short time. You can't swing your sword at them, you can't fend off their tricky attacks. Because they use pure power, one force will drop ten.

Such a terrible cavalryman, after unfortunately having his horse's leg cut off, was able to get up and continue the fight. Heavy cavalry on horseback and heavy infantry on horseback, this almost scoundrel style of fighting can only make people speechless and afraid. And the best cavalry on this continent is here, Rui Erdian!

Okay, I seem to be talking a bit too much, but Raldian is a fascinating country.

What I like more is the architectural style here, as a royal country living in the middle of the continent, even their way of life is extremely domineering. No matter how many times you look at it, even the laity who don't understand art at all can feel the grandeur of each building in Ruierdian, which is a kind of king's momentum, I have to say that for me who likes leadership very much, Ruierdian's architectural style is very compatible with me. Although I like the elite and even aristocratic temperament here, I still prefer the quiet and strict discipline, well, the discipline of Rui Erdian........

"Hey, hey, hey, you can take it and let us go. The grandmother at the city gate smiled and said, "I know the rules", and stuffed a bag of dinar into the hands of the captain of the soldiers guarding the city gate. The captain glared at Mama Tea with a decent face, and then naturally tucked the dinar around his waist. Then with a wave of his hand, "Let's go, I've checked, it's fine." ”

Well, count me as if I didn't say anything just now.

After bribing the captain of the guard, our group of underworld civil armed organizations with knives and weapons, which looked like a very threatening one, were easily put in. However, Mama Cha, who was still happily walking at the front of the line just now, seemed to have thought of something, slapped her head with remorse, and muttered in her mouth: "Damn forget here...... Made's giving more."

"What's wrong?" I stepped forward.

"Boss, I forgot that the currency measurement here is different, and I just gave more money to that turtle grandson. Mama Tea said with a bitter and embarrassed face.

"Forget it, it's useless for you to go now, let's find someone to inquire and find a place to stay. I said helplessly.

"Don't worry, this is my old job!" Mama Cha shouted happily and slipped into the crowd.

"Okay, I'm sure that Mama Cha guy will soon find out the news here, so let's follow Manid to find a spacious place to rest, and the rest of the people will come with me. "The first words are naturally said to my newly recruited mercenaries, and the latter words are not said to old cadres like Wiggins.

Do you think I'm going to go with them? Nonsense, when you first arrive in a city, you have to go to the "mercenary's paradise", this is common sense, right?

Eh, where are you? Of course it is........ Tavern!

So our group of medieval hot-blooded men carried out a vigorous "clubbing" operation.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, we mercenaries always go to the tavern to drink when they have nothing to do, and it seems that everyone is born to be a drunkard, but only I think that the tavern is made for mercenaries, and "clubbing" is also a kind of work!

That's right, this time too......

"Hey, give me a drink, bastard! Give me a drink.......... Believe it or not, I can cut off your head, give me wine. At a table in the tavern, the drunkard, who was already drunk, overturned the table at once, and scolded and played drunk. If he had been just an ordinary drunkard, the people in the tavern would have laughed at his stumbling pace, and then easily put him in the back and splashed him with cold water, laughing at him in passing. However, he actually grabbed the knife.

A knife split the wooden table in front of him, and the drunkard held the big knife, leaned against the counter, and rudely shouted: "Fake, go and get me wine!"

"Yes. The bartender and the boss, who had been frightened and weakened, recovered slightly from their stupid state, and did not dare to delay for a moment to go inside and hold the best wine. The drunkard grabbed the bottle and kept pouring it, because he was in too much of a hurry, a lot of wine flowed directly from the corners of his mouth, and he let the good wine go to the ground in vain.

I shook my head slightly, looking at the tavern with ordinary customers fleeing in a panic and mercenaries holding their weapons in their hands because they were timid, but a little reluctant to leave. If I'm not mistaken, that drunkard should have been in the barracks, but it stands to reason that he shouldn't be able to run out to drink at this time, that is, a retired soldier or a deserter, and judging by his skillful skills and vicious eyes, unlike those who enjoy a comfortable corpse meal, this person must have survived from the sea of corpses and blood, and his momentum overwhelmed the young mercenaries who had a good face in the tavern. Such a hooligan behaves, obviously he is not completely drunk, but he wants to eat the "overlord meal" with a sense of alcohol and confidence in his own skills?

And seeing the nervousness of the boss hiding in a corner to the side and not daring to come out at all, it is estimated that he rarely encounters such a situation, so he is at a loss, so it means that this tavern has not dealt with this kind of villain hired thugs. Then the one who can really subdue that guy is the "powerful faction" in the tavern who has really experienced the bloody storm. However, dealing with the incident is not a trick show, someone has to step up and stop the guy. Ah, I'm excited, let me meet that incredible guy.

I did think so, but it seems to have been preempted by someone with faster hands and feet.

A knife lay in front of the ruffian, a white hilt, broad-edged broadsword, if it was about the width of two arms together. The heavy black iron blade also gives people a very heavy and oppressive feeling, and it must be very textured to the touch, right? Interestingly, the handle of such a large knife is not black, but plain white, but the handle is spiral, giving people a thick sense of strength. A guy who can use such a hardcore broadsword must also be a very hardcore guy, right?

With that in mind, I looked up and saw the back of the sword's owner. A tall and broad back, a simple and low-key outfit with a mountain-like pressure, black skin close to the color of black charcoal, really a tough guy, presumably that guy's face and character are as tough as his back and big knife!

Thinking about it, the hardcore guy walked in front of the drunkard, and the drunkard didn't even look at a knife at him, but it didn't work, he easily slashed the knife in the man's hand, and then slashed at the drunkard's knee, although it was with the back of the knife, I still clearly heard the sound of bones shattering, and then the hardcore guy clenched his big exaggerated fist again, and punched the man in the face, and the drunkard's teeth were shattered several at once, and flew out of his mouth mixed with fresh blood and spit. The corners of the drunkard's mouth were also broken, and he couldn't move as he was grabbed by the tough man's shoulder, causing blood and saliva to spray onto his face, which looked unbearable. Then, like a chicken, the hardcore man easily threw the drunk into the storage room like garbage, and the boss quickly locked it and thanked him incessantly, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end, inserted the big knife back into the scabbard behind his back, and left without saying a word.

I gave the last look at the man's back in admiration, and after paying for the drink, I quickly left the tavern. Although I really want to throw an olive branch to the hardcore man, but I clearly understand that with the specifications of my current team, such a talent will be better wherever he goes than to come to me, and just now I saw that guy's hard-core style, very taciturn, if the two sides have never said a word rashly ask the other party to join, nine times out of ten it will be rejected. That said, it doesn't stop me from fantasizing about having someone as strong as that join our goal. When will it be realized, when my prestige will be spread in every corner of the continent, and my subordinates will be like that!

As soon as I got out of the tavern, I was bored and walked around, and Mama Tea finally finished exploring and returned to the team.

"Good news, good news, boss!" Mama Tea rushed over excitedly as if she had been beaten with chicken blood.

"If it's a frivolous message like a specialty sale, you should go to Manid, and if it's a fight, you should tell Wiggins. "I made a joke about Mama Cha, who came rushing over.

"No, no, it's much more important than this kind of thing!" Mama Cha didn't pay any attention to my jokes and continued, "It's the king who is about to go on an expedition, and it is said that he will fight a battle with Kugit himself. ”

"What's the matter, if the king is leaving, isn't there less chance we'll see him on the battlefield? I looked at Mama Tea suspiciously.

"So that's it, but if we can meet King Harlaus before he leaves, things will go well!" exclaimed Mama Cha.

"It's good, it's good, but ...... "Originally, I had been prepared to stay here for a week before I came, and I had to go through countless complicated procedures to meet the king, and now it was indeed a good opportunity to reduce the time, "but what if we are treated as enemies, or we can't pass through the soldiers' barricades at all, and even the king can't see the king?"

"No problem, I've inquired about it, King Harauth wants to boost his morale before he leaves, so he will only march slowly before leaving the frontier. If you had stayed by the side of the road earlier, unarmed, and alone, and said that he was an envoy of another country, and had a very urgent document, King Haraus would have met with you anyway!"

That sounds like a good idea. In that case, however, I was skeptical that Haraus would not have listened at all, and that he must have been thinking about how to destroy Kujitt. The thought of a major battle between Swadia, known for its heavy cavalry, and Kugit, known for its fast-moving cavalry, makes my blood boil. But...... Svadia had just finished fighting Rhodok and was now playing Kugit again...... I kind of understand why Harlaus is called a "tactical genius and a strategic idiot" in other countries. There is such a king who fights every day with a big banner, and I don't know how his subordinates feel. Their hearts are probably broken.

I turned my head and asked, "When is King Harauth leaving?"

Mo Cha scratched his head: "Well, well, in fact, they are already outside the city and ready to go." ”