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The Feeney family can only have one voice, one master:

"It's me! Sir Seta Fanaan Finney!"

However, it is very difficult to really do this completely, and it is much more difficult;

For example, the purpose of this expedition: to eliminate the infiltration of external forces into the territory!

This includes two parts of the Faction Objective: the infiltration of hostile forces and the infiltration of ally forces!

The hostile forces are well understood, and for the time being, they are the nobles of Baron White's line!

To deal with them, one word is enough. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As for the allies?

"Maybe some people think that allies can be relied on, right?"

What a naïve idea!

The first common sense that a qualified nobleman and a qualified power leader, regardless of the size or size of this force, should learn is to take the interests of his own force as the primary consideration, and everything else can be discarded.

Therefore, allies cannot be completely relied upon! Because as long as they are human beings and intelligent creatures, there will always be times when ideas and interests are not aligned.

For example, now, there are still rival Baron White, they have a common goal, and everyone can barely bond together and advance and retreat together, but what if the White family is gone?

This assumption is not impossible!

In the real world, anything can happen, let alone a little accident in a small baron family?

It's still quite possible!

The corners of Sir Seta Feeney's mouth curled slightly, as if he remembered something very interesting.

Straight to the point!

To put it simply, without a common hostile force, Baron White, today's allies would be the new enemy!

"So, even if it's an ally, the power of infiltration must be controlled."

"At the very least, the identity of the infiltrator should be known!"

Dealing with the infiltration of allies cannot be solved by a simple killing word, which is tantamount to isolating the whole world, and can only be operated by using the methods of restriction, control, and bribery.

In fact, these means are the rules of the game recognized by the aristocratic group.

When you're not strong enough, using rules to protect yourself is a great option!

"Deal with the infiltrators of hostile forces, expel and imprison, and hunt down!" Holding a gold pocket watch in his hand, he played:

"And the allies, let's identify, buy, control, and observe!"

The golden pocket watch rolls between the fingers, like a golden streamer shuttling through the palm of the hand:

"However, these are actually minor problems, or rather, not the most important ones!"

"After all, this is a world with supernatural powers, and the power belongs to itself"

"Whether it's a conspiracy or some kind of rebellion, just kill it directly, it's nothing more than a little troublesome"

Turning to his desk, looking at the stack of papers on it, Sir Seta Feeney sighed:

"But if you don't have a good and suitable talent, it's a taboo for a force!"

"Without good talent, the development of power will be limited"

"You can't do everything yourself, can you?"

Originally, there was hope for the two squires from the knightly family, but:

"I'm thinking too much!"

"The knight family has a heritage, but it's mostly about combat, so how can there be strategies and the like?"

After all, this is a closed and backward medieval world! Any knowledge in such a world is precious and closed, and this means that there is an extreme lack of available talents!

Sir Seta Feeney plays with his golden pocket watch:

"It seems that I can only cultivate it on my own"

"There are actually benefits to this, at least with some peace of mind"

"Little Hubby, for example, has the potential to be trained, because he already knows a small amount of writing and elementary arithmetic, and the cost of training is smaller."

"And with Highbury, the clever captain of the guard, he also has the potential to be cultivated!"

"Maybe when he comes back this time, I can change him to a new position: housekeeper, or the leader of the secret agents?"

All the important positions in the territory, due to the strategic choice of the Finney family in the past, are basically related to the White family, so Sir Seta Finney has many positions in his hands that can be rewarded.

Out of the tent, the acolyte's apprentice, Little Hubi, stood guard at the door;

This is already the center of the whole camp and it is very safe, and when Hans Duck arranged the camp, it was more of a care for little Huby to be here, after all, it was his first subordinate who had preferential treatment.

"Good evening, Sir" Little Hubby immediately bowed and saluted:

"How can I help you?"

A period of life as an acolyte had taught the tavern heir a certain amount of etiquette and how to behave appropriately;

Now that you've decided to train someone you can use, let's start now:

Sir Seta Feeney thought so, and smiled:

"Little Hubi, what have you been studying lately?"

"Sir, Mr. Hans is teaching me how to fight" The little squire's face flashed with excitement, it had always been his dream to become a powerful warrior;

This idea is even stronger when he follows the mighty brave man, Ser Seta Finney!

I didn't have a chance before, but now with the teaching of two would-be knights, I should be able to become a powerful warrior, right?

Ser Seta Feeney nodded in satisfaction, and pointed:

"Then you have to study hard."

"You are not yet in shape, and you still have a chance to become a high-level warrior"

"Is that so, Sir?" asked the little squire, excitedly, and immediately half-knelt down again:

"I'm so sorry, Sir, I shouldn't have questioned your judgment!"

Seeing the nervous appearance of the little squire, Sir Seta Feeney smiled slightly, he naturally did not blame the little boy for this, stretched out his hand and smiled:

"If you really want to be a good fighter, start training now!" patted the boy on the shoulder, and Ser Seta Feeney patrolled the little camp with his hands behind his back;

Although it was only a small camp of more than a dozen people, Hans Dack, who had a complete knightly education, was obviously attentive, at least Sir Seta Finney himself could not find fault;

"After all, I have received knightly education since I was a child, and I have mastered everything that I should have mastered."

The camp is well arranged, it does not mean that the camp will not be breached, that is impossible, any defense will be breached in the end;

The difference is nothing more than how much it costs the attacker.

Obviously, this camp in front of you is good, at least it can make the attacker pay more than twice as many casualties, and this is because of the small number of people on your side;

Sir Seta Feeney was in a better mood as a result:

"Maybe I'm too demanding!"

"Hans and Georges also have potential?"

Humming a little tune, and after a brief round, Ser Seta Feeney returned to his tent, extinguished his torches, and began to rest.

Autumn nights are colder;

When the human activities gradually quieted down, the chorus of insects began, and with the hook-like crescent moon in the night sky, there was a charming charm emanating from it.

A night is fleeting;

When the early morning sun shone through the layers of branches and hit Little Huby's face, the camp had already begun to bustle;

Little Hubi had just opened his eyes in a daze, when he heard a very steady voice say:

"George, how about you take care of the food, including hunting and making?"

"No problem, Hans, leave it to me" was a lively voice:

"I'll do it well, just like last night!"

It's Mr. Hans Duck and Mr. George Luther! Are they already up?

Xiao Hubi was startled for a moment, and he didn't care about the crystals in the corners of his eyes, and immediately got up:

"Good morning, Mr. Hans and Mr. George"

"Is there any work I can do, Mr. Hans?"

Hans Dark, no matter how steady he was, was still a young man, and said with a smile:

"Little Huby, I think you should clean up your body more than work"

"Sir is coming out later, you don't want to see him like this, do you?"

Lowering his head and looking up and down, Xiao Hubi touched his head with a red face, thanked him and ran away;

The corners of George Luther's mouth twitched:

"Hans, are you really going to teach him?'s son of a tavernkeeper?"

"Look at it again, I don't know yet" Hans Darker had apparently thought about it:

"However, some of the most basic combat skills still need to be taught"

"After all, he's our apprentice"