The middle-aged man on the other side did not leave disappointed because of this, but smiled playfully, "Mr. Langritte, about your orphanage, I think we can have a good talk." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What! Is this kind of thing already known to everyone?" "The act of privately establishing an organization for the adoption of young children has actually violated the laws recognized by Kugit and the entire Kara continent - one is the Population Migration Guarantee Law, and the other is the unauthorized operation of dangerous organizations, and the adoption of young children is also a kind of thing, after all, no one wants a group of private dead people in their own country.

Therefore, this orphanage, he has been running secretly, but he didn't expect that anyone other than his cronies would know about it.

"Calm down, my sir, I admire your behavior, although I do not appreciate it. The middle-aged man didn't seem to mean to say anything about it, which made Langritt breathe a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, are you going to coerce me with this? ”

"No, my friend, allow me to call you that. The middle-aged man paused and said something that almost suffocated Langritte.

"My lord, you may have heard of him, he is the Mask General Gustav, and I think he would be willing to let Halma have a legitimate orphanage in exchange for an elite team of mercenaries to join the city. Are you willing to accept this commission now?"

"I do!" Langerritt barely hesitated.

"Very well, soldier, you are requisitioned. "Ever since General Sebastian met that mysterious man a week ago, he had the feeling of being called someone else's pawn.

A few days ago, the mask general of Kugit sent five thousand dinars, but he did not accept it.

Not because he is an incorruptible man - such a person is almost invisible in this troubled world, but someone has offered a higher price.

Twenty thousand dinars - it was only a deposit, a sum of money that almost made the lord blush, and the only two demands were that he should report the news on time, and that he should quickly ask for troops to take East Sagiche, which was only garrisoned by two hundred new soldiers.

It was all so simple, he had already completed the first task, the next was only a matter of time, and King Yarogark gave him eight corps - a full eight hundred Vygians and, most importantly, thirty siege engines "captured" from the Nords.

In fact, he also understands that in fact, many parts of it are smuggled out, but the kingdom does not want to expose its internal responsibilities and publicizes that it was seized.

As for reinforcements, it is said that five other corps are already on the way.

In this kind of camp comparison, even if the other party has the reincarnation of Mars God of War, they will definitely not be able to win.

So, he was taking a leisurely nap in the tent until the siege engines were ready—they were all big things, and they weren't something that could be carried casually, so they were usually carried piecemeal, and then spliced together when the battle needed them.

"My lord, it's not good," a herald outside ran in breathlessly.

"What's the matter," said him, "he seemed very annoyed by the guy who interrupted his sleep.

"There's a Kugit army coming towards us. ”

How many Kugit are there?" General Sebastian was suddenly taken aback by the news.

Didn't the mysterious man tell himself that there would be no Kugit reinforcements?

Although he had an army of 800 men, they were all infantry, and six legions were temporarily drawn reserves, and if the Kugit exceeded 500, he would have to be captured.

Although this is a ridge, the ground is also relatively flat, and once a large number of cavalry attacks here, the consequences can be imagined.

He is a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, otherwise he would not succumb to the threat of that mysterious man, although he may win, but as long as there is a possibility of defeat, he will be terrified.

"There were about fifty men, all lancers, and they seemed to be going through the siege and into the castle. The herald was frightened by the general's blushing face and thick neck, and said resignedly.

"Hell, why didn't you say it earlier!Get out of here!" Losing someone in front of his subordinates, Sebastian was naturally very upset. Fifty or so cavalrymen - only to bring them food.

"Do you want to stop it?" the herald hesitated, but asked cautiously.

"Stop the fart, you idiot!!" Sebastian yelled, kicking the herald in the body, and the herald got up and fled quickly. (Now you know why the heralds are so agile...) ）

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, although he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and his conversation was also rude, but he was also a general after all, no lord would put an idiot on duty in the army, although Sebastian had many weaknesses, but his military literacy was actually not weak.

He knew that if he held them back on flat ground, he would probably pay the price of two hundred to two hundred and fifty casualties - after all, they were all lancers, the elite of the Kujits. However, in a siege battle, it is possible to fight these dismounted knights with only half of the losses. And, this time his secret weapon is those siege vehicles.

But what he didn't know was that if he stopped this group of people, the history of the Kara continent for the next three hundred years would be completely different.

Langritte and his men were stationed at the East Gate, and it was said that it was because a young man was talking to the Mask General that they were able to defend the East Gate with the least pressure.

Because he was the largest among the mercenaries, he was temporarily appointed as the squad leader of the East Gate.

He stood on the wall of the east gate and looked into the distance—there was a large group of black dots under the white mountains, which were the Vigians who had already camped there, and suddenly, his eyes shrank—a troop of cavalry came in through the siege, and the surrounding Vegians got out of the way, and there was no news that the Vigians had cavalry here?

The fifty or so horsemen rode their horses at a rapid pace, and soon reached the bottom of the gatehouse.

"Captain, they asked us to open the door. One of the team members heard the shouting from the castle tower on the next floor and ran up to report. He continued, "Captain, do you think there will be any fraud?"

"They are all equipped with Kugit lancers, but there is no guarantee that they are disguised Virgians or from a renegade Kugit tribe. Saying this, the man lowered his voice, it was a taboo subject.

Langriit frowned, looking at the group of Kugit lancers, and suddenly he saw the knight in the lead, who was dressed a little differently, blinked in disbelief, and looked at it carefully.

"Open the door quickly, send another person to the City Lord's Mansion, find the Mask General, and say......" He paused at this point, as if he couldn't accept the news either.

"Let's just say that Lord Nayan Aguer has arrived. ”

"What, Lord Yan has arrived?" Gustav, the masked guy he knew all year round, was shocked, how could this kind of battle even alarm the lord, and bring so many people to such a dangerous place.

"What, my masked general, aren't you welcome here?" a voice came from outside the door.

"Subordinate, I've seen my lord. "Gustav is not a stupid person, his wisdom is no less than his martial arts, and after a little groaning, he knows the reason why the lord is here, and he can't help but secretly admire the courage of the lord.

"It's urgent, but, I want to say, should you introduce me to the wizard?"

Gustav was dumbfounded, at this time, the adults should quickly summon all the officers above the squad leader and make a battle plan, why do you want to meet the so-called wizard?--a very ordinary boy in his eyes, after all, Zhang Yang's performance in the past few days is not peculiar, so he is also a little suspicious of the authenticity of the other party's wizard identity, and gradually despises him, the first few times he wants to go out for a walk, he has no reason to protect him to let him stay in the castle.

But the command of the lord, he was to obey unconditionally - it was the duty of a courtier on the continent of Kara.

"Umuza, you go and bring Zhang Yang. ”

Zhang Yang is not worried that the city will be breached at all, after so many things, he has also matured a lot.

He knew that with the masked man here, the city wouldn't be so easy to break - of course, he wouldn't have known how the situation had collapsed, and in fact he didn't even know how many people were outside the city.

He was fiddling in his room with the knick-knacks he had bought from the stall outside, which were expensive, but the masked man had given him a hundred dinars, so he bought what he saw, and looked at it if he couldn't afford it.

Zhang Yang found that in this world, there seems to be a unique scientific system, whether it is a crossbow from Rhodoc or a gold-covered pulp statue trafficked from Dehrim, it proves that the people on this continent are groping for the direction of science and technology, the direction of technology, this direction is different from the earth, and will eventually develop into a completely different form of science and technology.

He suddenly felt that his arrival seemed to break this direction.

- And then he laughed self-deprecatingly.

What are you kidding, he doesn't know anything about those professional skills, he is just a college student majoring in biochemistry, and then because he can't find a job, he can only go to a small hospital as an assistant through connections.

His advanced knowledge, in a place where even a simple instrument like a light microscope could not be found, let alone a more specialized instrument such as a centrifugal separator, was simply the most useless thing.

"Boy, Lord I'm looking for you!" called out to Uncle Umuza outside the door.

After staying here for so long, he also knew that the status of a lord was extremely noble, soldiers, squad leaders, captains, generals, lords, kings, under such a strict feudal system, status determines everything.

So he didn't even pack up the things on the table, and followed the uncle outside the door.

Every time he went to the central hall of the castle, he felt that the atmosphere was very solemn, this time he felt that this atmosphere was even stronger, usually because of the presence of the masked man, the cold man who was called the general of Gustav, but out of habit, he still called him this in his heart, the word was as dry as that man.

"I heard your name is Zhang Yang?" An unfamiliar voice, Zhang Yang knew that this was the lord.

"Yes, Venerable Nayan" He had learned a lot of etiquette from Umuza during this time, and now it was time to use it. He looked up and was amazed to find that the adult had only a middle tuft of hair on his head.

It's not funny, in Kugit - only the strongest warriors of the recognized tribe can wear this hairstyle, and in Kugit this honor is enjoyed by less than a hundred people.

Therefore, Zhang Yang was very surprised that this lord was actually a powerful warrior!

"Oh, my sorcerer, although I have heard from Gustav about your extraordinary, I also want to confirm whether you are a wizard or not. ”

Zhang Yang suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"The Virgians are going to attack the city soon, give you a chance..."He glanced at Zhang Yang meaningfully

"Knock them all back. ”

Born in the town of Costsmer on the border of Siswadia, Billivar was the son of a blacksmith.

The old blacksmith died young, losing his father when Billivar was five years old, and his mother, who became ill with him when he was seven years old, went with her husband.

The people of the town were superstitious - they believed that Billy Walker had killed his parents, and they had always been distant and repulsive from him.

Little Billivar was brought up by a kind old gentleman named Damon De

。

As an adult, he left his hometown and became an antiques dealer – nominally, of course.

In fact, he was a tomb robber - a profession that Damon De had in his youth.

The tomb robber, who had the reputation of an antique dealer, was naturally invincible in selling the stolen goods, but while he quickly amassed wealth, he also attracted jealous eyes, and he was quickly accused.

The laws of the kingdom took precedence over everything under the royal power, and so, with a cart of his wealth, fled to Nord - as for why he didn't run to other countries, Billivar had his own explanation, the nobles of Nord were rich to death. Then why don't you go there and make a fortune? -- I heard that there is not a single colleague there. Soon, he knew why there were no peers there.

The Nords are the sons of the sea, and when they die, they will return to the sea.

What can a tomb robber do in a country where sea burials are popular.

Soon, he was like the famous merchant Manid - only the last five dinars remained.

He stayed in the noisy tavern of Sagos, gulping down oatmeal beer, knowing that it might be his last meal. So, he bought a lot of liquor and was ready to indulge himself.

"Hey, man. A young man on the other side walked to his side almost in a jumping way and said familiarly.

"I mean, you don't look very good, do you want to find a job?"

"What for?" Billivar had drunk too much and was already a little delirious.

"Do you want to earn a golden dinar?" repeated the young man.

"Dinar?" Billivar suddenly gave a wolf-green look. "Where? I'll go. ”

"Okay, please come with me. The young man took a sip of the remaining glass of wine on his table and stood up.

Billivar had drunk too much, and without thinking about it, he left the tavern after the young man.

Turning to the mouth of an alley, suddenly, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he was knocked on the back of his neck, and he completely fainted.

Soon, he knew why there were no peers there.

The Nords are the sons of the sea, and when they die, they will return to the sea.

What can a tomb robber do in a country where sea burials are popular.

Soon, he was like the famous merchant Manid - only the last five dinars remained.

He stayed in the noisy tavern of Sagos, gulping down oatmeal beer, knowing that it might be his last meal. So, he bought a lot of liquor and was ready to indulge himself.

"Hey, man. A young man on the other side walked to his side almost in a jumping way and said familiarly.

"I mean, you don't look very good, do you want to find a job?"

"What for?" Billivar had drunk too much and was already a little delirious.

"Do you want to earn a golden dinar?" repeated the young man.

"Dinar?" Billivar suddenly gave a wolf-green look. "Where? I'll go. ”

"Okay, please come with me. The young man took a sip of the remaining glass of wine on his table and stood up.

Billivar had drunk too much, and without thinking about it, he left the tavern after the young man.

Turning to the mouth of an alley, suddenly, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he was knocked on the back of his neck, and he completely fainted.