"I'm a cavalry officer for the lord here in Suno. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 My brother also served with me. But we fell in love with the same woman, a courtesan - a slut, who played with the jealousy between us, and my brother and I turned against each other. I once drank too much and he slapped me with his glove while I pulled out my sword at him... My brother, my sword is stained with the blood of my relatives!" Fatis tried to stay as calm as he could, but he couldn't control himself, and he cried again.

"Do you think there is any hope for a man like me, will I find the path of justice, or am I destined to follow the devil in my heart?" Fatis's eyes suddenly widened, as if all the ugliness and misery were revealed before his eyes, and his clenched hands kept trembling.

"Only the guilty can follow me. Join us, we'll finally set things right, it's the best way to save yourself, isn't it?" the young man lifted him up, his gaze unchanged.

"Yes, I follow you!" said Phatis, feeling that he had witnessed the grace of God for the first time, and unconsciously followed the young man.

"I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Leon Xiluo, what about you?" asked the young man as he walked out of the tavern, untying the traveling horse who was drinking water.

"My name is Fatis, sir. ”

"Fatis, thank you for believing in me. Leon's tone was very gentle, and he then pointed to the flag not far ahead, painted in red and white, and the pattern of the three long swords was faintly discernible in the starlight. There were 20 people in the team, and a girl with blond hair was waiting respectfully.

"That's my team, the girl's name is Jamila, she's the best butler I've ever met haha. Leonxiro patted Fatis and laughed heartily, "This traveling horse is yours, and we must set off on our way." ”

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Riwa Cheze. ”

"Where are you going to do what?" Fatis became alert, and Leon Xiluo was dressed as a pirate, how could he redeem himself if he became a pirate. "My sword is wielded only for the innocent and powerless to protect themselves.

Hearing this, Lei Wenxiluo clapped his palms and laughed, and did not answer, but just asked Jamila how much money he earned this time.

"I only sold raw silk and made a net profit of 752 dinars, sir. It was also a pleasure to meet this gentleman. Jamila earnestly reported the number and saluted Phartis.

"Have you ever seen a pirate who does business?" Leonxiro looked at Fatis playfully, "And such a well-informed female pirate?" Fatis blushed and apologized repeatedly.

"You can't wear this tattered short-sleeved robe all the time. The mild-mannered young man turned away, "Everybody follow me." "Ride your horse and roam gracefully. The crowd followed, and Fatis realized that his companions were all Swadians, speaking with a Suno accent, and they also felt kind.

"That was the beginning of a new life for me. Fatis wiped the tears from his eyes and whispered to Feljans.

"In times of peace, merchants are destined to be knights, but in times of war, even a cattle thief may become a lord, have you ever heard of the Calradian proverb? "Actually, in some ways, Leonshira doesn't look like a knight at all. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Felljans was curious.

It turned out that Fatis followed Leon for a long time, only to find out that he was actually the most serious businessman, but he was a little wronged to say this, because he didn't know anything about buying and selling, and relied on Jamila's great help, all he did was to spend all his time running business, but he didn't necessarily have much interest, and Fatis at that time never understood his intentions. Their pack horses traveled all over the continent, carrying the cheapest or most expensive goods from all over the world: the raw silk of the Živa, the sea salt of the Wocheze, the wine of Aaron, the velvet of Djerkhara, the porcelain and date meat of Amerad, the spices of Tulga, the pig iron of Kulau, and the wheat of Dehrim. Reon never said much on the way, but told everyone to march in silence, and when he was tired, he asked Jamila to play a few witty songs, as if he did everything he could to make money more efficient, and they did not complain, for he was kind to the people, his wages were never delayed, and the food should be the best in the caravan, with apples and olives, and sometimes wine. But he didn't show much enthusiasm for the money he made every time, and just told Jamila to keep it safe. After saving enough money, he found a town to open a factory, and he opened the velvet factory in Živa Cheze, the pig iron factory in Tiha, and the oil refinery in Viruja.

The only thing that shows his character is his actions to help the mayor's caravan. He always offered to help the mayor's caravan, and when he encountered bandits, pirates, or robbers in the woods on the way, he wielded his gaped warrior sword (said to have been found in a weapon shop in Suno) with Fatis and a dozen caravan guards, riding their emaciated traveling horses, and the detachment broke up the bandits that came at him, and then swarmed the infantry behind him. In addition, his love of visiting taverns may also reflect a little, and every time someone is always brought into the team by him, he will become the most determined comrade in the future.

"I don't know if your mother will mention them. Fatis's gaze showed traces of remembrance, "Bestul, Bandak, Porcha..." Feljans listened attentively, but he didn't notice it.

Mother also used to mention Uncle James. ”

"Ah, that old urchin," Fatis laughed, "I could take you to him another day, but we didn't know him then." ”

It took about two years for Rayon's factories to open all over the continent, earning nearly 10,000 dinars a week, when we arrived again in Suno on a quiet night, with pack horses carrying a large amount of goods. Reon asked Jamila to take inventory.

"Spices from two pack horses, date meat and porcelain from three pack horses, and a few scattered dyes. "Jamila is still as meticulous.

Rayon ordered them to be sold here.

Jamila thought that he was suddenly confused, and patiently explained to him that spices were to be sold in Zhiwacha, date meat and porcelain were to be sold in Zhivading, and dyes were to be sold in Viruga.

Leon's tone was as calm as ever, and the requirements were all sold here, and by the way, two more pack horses were sold, and there was no need for so many pack horses in the future. Jamila was surprised but honestly recruited, she had always been obedient and obedient.

When Jamila had finished selling his things, Reon went to the market with all our dinars and told us to stay at the hotel and wait for him.

The next morning, when he returned, they no longer recognized him, for the great helmet covered his face, the hard leather armor widened his chest, and the plate armor boots clanged as they walked. He had a huge black mace pinned to his waist, and the greatsword on his back glittered in the morning light. He carried a dozen shields on his back: knightly fan shield, zither shield, heavy broad shield, elite cavalry shield, let them pick their own. Immediately after that, several high-quality cavalry rifles were brought from the weapons shop, and the most bulky giant cavalry rifle he kept for himself. A battering crossbow was also given to Bandak. When we reached the gates, the horse dealer nodded his head, respectfully told them that the horses they wanted were all set, and then cautiously asked us if we were satisfied.

Rayon took one look, and asked Jamila to cure two of the lame hunters on the way, and the horse dealer wiped his sweat and said that the two horses should be given to us. Leon smiled, and asked Fatis and Bestur to mount their sturdy hunting horses, while he himself mounted the most conspicuous horse in the middle.

Jamila stamped her foot, still grinning at Reon, and asked how much money he had left.

Leon patted her head and threw her a purse, and Jamila weighed it, her face turning blue.

"Only 150 dinars left?"

"Well, I picked it up last night on a couple of robbers. ”

"In fact, when we had changed our horses and sold all our goods, Rayon told us to go with him, and the goal was Riva Cheze. "I had the feeling that everything we were doing was the same as it was two years ago, except that we had money. But what is the use of that? But it was much later that I realized that the passage of time may be very weak, and that in the end, people are still in circles. ”

When they arrived at the vast shores of the North Sea in the early morning, they saw the Vikian army in the distance, their flags fluttering in the sea breeze, and the patterns they had seen countless times in the city of Riwacheze. Reon told everyone to wait for him, and he went alone to meet the army, and no one knew what he was going to say to the notorious Mariga. When he returned, he asked Porcha to explore the entire coast, record all the traces of the pirates, and return to the sun in the evening to meet everyone. The others followed him into the til cart to get some rest, for there might be work to be done at night.

At night, Rayon wakes them up one by one. The streets were deserted, gray, and dark, groping the streets with their senses. Leon spoke a few more words to the mayor at the gates, and he was already an old acquaintance. They then went out of the city and ran along the endless coast, where the seaside at night was cold and terrifying, with only the deep breath of the sea, lamenting the fate of no one knowing. Walking across the flat coast, the tortuous terrain gradually revealed, and Porcha asked everyone to dismount and quietly walked to the entrance of the canyon with their feet down.

Looking down from this entrance, several huge keelboats are perched on the shore. Since the Northern War, more and more Nords have flown across the sea from the bitter cold of the north, carrying such ships. Many people lost their way in the endless sea, came to the vast coastline around Riwache, and simply became robbers, known as pirates. They are numerous and pose a great danger to the civilians in the vicinity of the Riwache, and it is not uncommon to see the bodies of civilians left on the beach, often without their heads. They also had settlements, where they came back at night to replenish supplies, and during the day they went out to plunder, and where supplies were stored, and such places were often extremely secluded, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Marigapoye was a virtuous lord, always minding his own pleasures, occasionally patrolling the beach, catching a few bands of swaggering pirates and imprisoning them in the city, all he did was to let them grow.