A pure novice without the slightest experience in combat command, he became a squad leader as soon as he joined the army, and no one believed him behind Martin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info There is a lot of speculation about his backer, and most people think that his backer may be Gahel, after all, Martin enlisted in the Imperial Army in Bell, but went to serve in the northernmost province of Demalagu, it must be to put him under his nose and take good care of him. This view has always been the mainstream, and some people rely on their good relationship with Martin and ask a few times, but Martin always laughs and does not speak, which only deepens their own opinion.

Gahel is the man behind Martin.

Otherwise, why would Martin have to go from the easternmost city of the easternmost province to the northernmost province, the closest to the ice field? If his backer is in the south, then he is not taking care of him, but harming him.

Martin himself doesn't say it, and others don't mess around anymore, and after a long time, the curiosity to pursue the truth fades.

But today, the faces of all the people under him turned red with excitement.

Not Gahel, but Count Rennes!

Never underestimate the aspirations and longings of the people at the bottom for the upper class, the eight remaining golden aristocratic family emblems in the empire are often the favorite things of these little people. These badges represent the highest power in the empire and are what they have fought for all their lives. Every golden nobleman is their idol and the object of their worship. You may not know him when you see Wren, but when you see the badge on his chest, your identity is revealed.

The Golden Nobles of the Empire, the contemporary patriarch of the Golden Thorns Alcanian family, and the youngest Golden Noble Patriarch, Count Rennes!

Their fiery eyes kept looking at Wren and Martin, no one thought that behind this somewhat shy and introverted squad leader, there was such a terrifying super backer. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as he does not commit such major crimes as treason and treason, Martin can almost run rampant in the empire. This also makes these young people more obedient, and maybe Martin himself will become a big tree at some point.

After all, there was a legend like the Count of Rennes standing behind him!

Hot food and a bright future have made this group of young people have a great appetite. What convinced them even more was that a big man like the Count of Wren actually dined with them, which was simply a supreme honor, enough for them to remember for a lifetime!

"I came to you this time for two things. Wren always likes to summarize troublesome things, which is his habit when he was a newspaper reader, and the leaders don't like trouble, nor do they like complicated narratives, they will only ask the former newspaper reader, what are the few things. This habit is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, carved into the depths of the soul, and even after crossing into this world, it is still preserved.

"First of all, there is a Devil's Mountain to the north from Cycusius, and the Sistin men and horses and things are hidden in the Devil's Mountain. You help me run an errand, and send three hundred knights from each side of the new city to prepare to attack Devil's Mountain. Although the excessive fat makes the beef of the beef delicate and smooth, it also loses the meaning of the beef itself, "The second thing is that after attacking the Devil's Mountain, he will take over the city defense and security work of Xiukusius. ”

Since the Sistine has put up a battle, then Wren is too lazy to take a detour, if there is ironclad evidence of Sistin's smuggling in Devil's Mountain, then it is best, and he can return to the imperial capital directly with this evidence and hand over to Empress Pars. If there is no evidence that the Sistine had anything to do with the massive amount of material being trafficked into the ice fields, then there is still a way to go.

In this city, there is a living evidence - Gahel.

As the governor of Demalagus, Gahel is absolutely aware of the smuggling behavior of the Sistin and others, and if he can't find trouble with the Sistin, he will directly bring down Ghahel. At that time, in order to avoid accusing the Sistin and the great nobles behind him of treason, he will definitely save himself. As long as he saves himself, he is not afraid that he will not be able to take out dry goods from him. Maybe this incident itself has little to do with Gahel, but after all, he is derelict in his duties and inaction, and if he wants to make up for the mistakes he has committed, he should honestly atone for his crimes.

Martin nodded vigorously, "I'll leave later." ”

Wren raised his hand and stopped his thoughts, "Just arrived here, don't be in such a hurry to leave, rest for the night, and set off tomorrow." ”

Martin obeyed Wren's words, and immediately paused, he hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Uncle Wren, I am a little worried about your safety. He looked at the men standing outside the door and lowered his voice, "If the Governor or others know what you think, and they are desperate to hold you hostage, you will be in danger." ”

"Danger?", Wren looked at Jasmine beside him, who raised his chin and looked proud, "With her here, you don't have to worry about my safety." ”

Martin knew Jasmine, and as the little princess's swordsmanship teacher, Jasmine was also a well-known woman in Ortlenburg. Especially as a sixth-level titled swordsman, she has the reputation of the frost sword, which is also something that people talk about. In the past, I may not have been familiar with titles and professionals, but since Martin joined the army, I have begun to pay attention to this aspect. A sixth-level titled swordsman, enough to withstand the siege of a hundred ordinary people, even if it is a fifth-level professional, five or six are not her opponents.

With Jasmine close to protect Wren, Martin was a little relieved, but unfortunately Blair was not there.

Martin and Blair are more familiar with each other than Jasmine, and whenever the guy is okay in Ortrenburg, he will get together with the big guy to drink and brag and fart, and often make jokes because he has drunk too much.

Early the next morning, except for the ten knights who had been left behind, Martin and the others quickly drove out of Siukusius. Gahel, who got the news again, was a little confused, what were these people going to do when they came and went, weren't they here to protect Wren, or did Wren have some other plans.

How did he know that his fate was already in Wren's mind.

To the north of the city, the one-eyed dragon Norton was basking in the sun, and yesterday there was a snowfall that swept away the haze in the sky, and the sun came out early in the morning. The sun is an absolute treat for people living in the Northland. Under the sun, the whole person becomes warm and more lazy.

"Yesterday more than fifty knights entered the city, and today they are gone, what is the matter?", Norton closed his eyes, and beside him stood two stout men in their thirties. Both of them were his former subordinates, and they are still messing with him. It seems that these two people are a little honest and honest, but they are ruthless inside, and they can beat and cripple many people back then, and they are one of Norton's most effective men.

The guy on the left was angry, and his tone was not flying when he spoke, and his voice was already old, and the snow on the roof of the earthquake was falling down, "It seems that it is the old age of the noble lord, and he sent someone to protect the noble lord." He scratched his head, "The rest is not clear, none of those who were soldiers spoke, and our people did not dare to lean over." ”

Norton was a little irritated, he frowned, but he knew in his heart that this was the time to employ people. Although these subordinates say that they all rely on his help to live, if they are really ruthless, they may really be able to turn their faces and leave. In the past few years, his life has been worse day by day, how can he be as beautiful as before? He can beat him when he wants to, scold when he wants toss, and after tossing and turning, these people still refuse to leave.

"What about the old Sistinian dog and Gahel, what have they been doing these two days?"

The Sistin was out of town, and a conversation between him and Wren didn't come to fruition, and he knew that if he stayed in the city, he might be in danger. He didn't dare to take the risk to deal with Wren in the city, but Wren definitely dared to deal with him openly with his identity. is already inferior, and he is doing things that can't see the light, how long will he wait until he doesn't leave at this time? Besides, there is no possibility of compromise between him and Wren, so he naturally has to return to Devil's Mountain to deal with it.

Gahel is waiting to see what happens, he doesn't want to really offend Wren badly, and he doesn't want to have too much to do with Sistine, so he remains neutral now, and at the most critical time, he will deliver another thunderous blow to win the game.

Everyone has their own thoughts, Norton smiled after hearing this, and stood up, "Prepare the horse, I'm going to see the noble lord!"

At the same time, a fast horse fell on the periphery of the Moontree Division, and a man in a white cloak hurriedly rushed into the Moontree Division, handing a letter to the patriarch of the small tribe.

Sistine naturally knew that Wren was going to start dealing with him, so he naturally wouldn't sit idly by, and immediately arranged for someone to go to the nearest Moon Tree Department to ask for help. He has a good relationship with these barbarians on the ice field, and it is impossible for smuggling to go directly to the sky in one step, it is all done from small to large, little by little. And the Moon Tree Tribe, which is the tribe that the Sistins have been in contact with for the longest time, is also the one that has been in contact with them for the longest time.

The patriarch of the Moontree tribe looked like two meters four or five, and when he stood up, the Sistine messenger was not even the other party's chest, he tilted his head and handed the letter to the patriarch of the Moontree tribe, and the patriarch of the Moontree tribe roughly tore open the envelope, shook off the letterhead, and read it line by line.

Over the years, thanks to the high priest, every tribe and every tribe knew some words to some extent, which also made the patriarch of the Moon Tree tribe, known as "Namor", feel no pressure to read the letter. After reading it, he pondered for a moment and frowned, "I would love to help you and your master, but the Holy High Priest told me that even if I want to do it, it will be after twenty-seven days. ”

An anxious look suddenly appeared on the messenger's face, "Patriarch Namor, everything will be over in twenty-seven days, maybe Mr. Sistin will be murdered by Wren in a few days." If you and the Great High Priest still want to make a deal with us, please bring your people to help Mr. Sisdin as soon as possible. ”

"But the High Priest didn't tell me to do it!", Namor rubbed his head and looked at the messenger in embarrassment.

The messenger almost burst out to urinate, "Then why don't you ask the high priest now?"