Then he felt someone pat himself on the back, and when he looked back, it was Louis. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"My lord, they have heard about your lord and want to talk to you. ”

Louis gestured to the man behind him.

"Your Excellency. Do you have any plans?" was the first to speak was Barbaton, a troubled merchant who had always looked a little polite and rude in Arnold's eyes, and Arnold couldn't remember his striking brownish-red beard.

"Intended?"

"We've all discussed, and if you're willing to take us in, we're willing to follow you. It was Renaud, the leader of the mercenaries among the refugees, who looked at him and replied bluntly.

They mercenaries don't have much to say, they are all people looking for food on the knife, and after these few days of experience, they find that they prefer to work under this young man.

Arnold was stunned for a moment, realizing that these people were willing to be his retainers.

Although he was a nobleman, his territory was so remote that he rarely visited it himself. But he thought about it for a moment and realized that he really needed some people to do things for him. So he groaned for a moment, and replied:

"After today, it's not your right time to follow me. ”

Everyone was stunned, and the fallen merchant Babadon heard what he said, and asked, "Then what are your plans, my lord?" ”

Arnold glanced at him: "What are your plans?" Several people glanced at each other, and what made Arnold slightly stunned was that it was Babaddon who continued to speak: "If the adults have other intentions, we plan to form a mercenary group." We are all people who have fought side by side, and we can trust each other. ”

"Babadon, you're not your merchant anymore?" he asked.

Babaddon smiled, "My lord, I'm still a businessman, but my nature has changed. In fact, I have lived enough to live to this age, and it is not interesting to continue to be an ordinary businessman, I figured it out, and I confessed to Renault as a brother, and my brothers are willing to walk the same path. ”

"What about the others?" Arnold looked up.

"In addition to us, there are many refugees who are also displaced, after all, most of them are now displaced, and most of the people and mercenaries in Bloo City are willing to go with us, and the rest are some farmers. Gillian replied that although she was worried about Chernobyl, she could only believe that the Chernobyl people had their own natural appearance.

Arnold couldn't help but glance at her, thinking that it was not a noble child, and it didn't look simple, so he quietly figured out the ingredients in the refugees.

Finally, Renault also asked, "What does the lord say?"

"Find a way to keep some of the artisans among the refugees. Of course, it can't be forced. Arnold replied, "You are veterans on this side, Louis is here to follow me, and I need some men to do the work." ”

He turned his horse's head again and said to those who were still there, "If you really want to stay, stay with Barbaton, I don't know what I can bring you, but I think soon you will know"

"And where are you going first, sir?" asked Babaton.

"I'm going to the royal capital, and there's someone waiting for me. Then I'll move north, and if it goes well, I think I'll have a territory soon, and then we'll talk about the rest of the matter. Arnold replied confidently.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, there were many nobles these years, but there were not many who were confident to take them in.

For a time, many of them actually had the heart to follow the right person.

Arnold raised his head and looked at the mountains in the distance, and the plan in his heart gradually became clear.

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In 1818 in the Nantes calendar, the last month of spring is called the Moon of Spring, kneeling refers to the moonlight of a spring night, and it is a magical revival day since the entire winter sleep of Nantes.

As a result, mages usually become more active after the month, both living and dead lichs.

Likewise, it was a crucial month for the countries under the wings of the Sky City. Adelaide's annual festival, the celebration of the Holy Sword Festival, should have started early in the month, but in the San Lorenzo area, now down to the farmers and nobles are not in the mood for the time being, because of the bad news of the continuous war since the end of January.

However, it seems that the situation has improved somewhat, and rumors in the small countryside that an army of terrible monsters from the south have stopped at Ain Sukhna. No longer marching north, so it was rumored that the lion cavalry of the kingdom had won two battles on the front line and had collected many battle flags.

But there are also those who say that they have been defeated, in short, there are all kinds of news in the rear, which makes people unable to distinguish the true from the false. Thankfully, the countrymen were always willing to believe in the good, and thankfully, the Count of Lannes of Ainsuekhnerburg was able to protect one side, and everyone praised it.

It was not until the tenth day that the Orc army stopped and built Orc buildings in the Skelkel area, and the countryside of San Lorenzo calmed down again.

It is said that some people have seen that the war is over, because the Kyle Empire has sent reinforcements from a legion and is entering Adelaide, and Adelaide has gathered the nomadic nobles of the north, which is a huge force, and the kingdom is about to turn to a counteroffensive. I don't know where such rumors came from. Within a few days, it was widely spread in the area.

Arnold sat at a nanmu table. Listening to the conversation of a few country farmers not far away, it had been two days since he and the others had left the Valley of the Sages and followed the avenue toward Neptune Harbor.

In the area of the verdant bay, the forces of darkness are really decreasing, at least whether it is the undead or the orcs, they can no longer be seen.

His goal was Prague, the only inner city in Neptune Harbor, which was the real richness of the harbor and the presence of several major powers.

Louis takes the refugees to the verdant bay. When news of the fall of the Skelkel area reached the port of Neptune, he rightfully became a hero. The garrison and militia of Blo City were all wiped out, and Deborah was on the award list as much as Bartley. But it's still a small head, and Arnold knows the main event is still to come.

After the end of the war, the kingdom needs to build heroes, which is an inspiring practice. Propaganda wars will always be you fight yours, I fight mine, it doesn't matter if you lose or win, as long as a ball of flowers is enough.

But when they reached the verdant bay, Louis and his party were taken to Neptune Harbor first. There was no conflict between the aristocracy of the inner city of Prague who were anxious to reap the real benefits, the garrison and the militia who needed real praise, and who only had to stand up to the reputation of being a good commander.

To put it bluntly, the details inside are nothing more than the intrigue between the local nobles and the nobles of the royal capital.

"Damn, these fools! It's just that the orcs have changed the intent of the attack. What does it have to do with those timid nobles? These people don't know anything at all, and who is the Count of Lannes?"

Bartley couldn't help but whisper a grumble, and the young man looked up. I saw the girl's face of disdain.

Arnold couldn't help but laugh, the Count of Lannes is the head of the Ain Sukhna family, this family has a long history, and the Transwag family is known as the two pillars of Adelaide, which is not comparable to ordinary small nobles.

The girl with a long ponytail was stunned when she heard this, and her confidence was half less than half: "But, but he can't take everyone's credit."

"The big guys don't have the same purpose as we do. We won't have anything to do with them. Arnold smiled, "Say it again." You can't afford to be angry with these farmers in the country. Of course, you look down on those nobles because you know what they have in their bones. But these farmers in the countryside don't know that in their eyes. The aristocracy is a big man on the high, and it is natural to think so. ”

Bartley was stunned for a moment, and she couldn't help but look at the young man across the table, as if she had grown up little by little after meeting Arnold, and understood much more truth than before.

Fortunately, her sister Deborah was not here at this moment, otherwise she would have been patted on the head again.