In the midst of all the attention, the golden lines on the two flags shine brightly, whether it is thorns or roses, this pattern is vivid and full of movement.

"Thorn Rose, this is our sign!" Townsend's language is full of passion: "The blooming rose is our strength! The rose waiting to open is our wish! We are born from the ruins, from the thorny West Coast, but one day, our flag will fly over the whole continent!

"Thorn Rose—Hurrah!" cheered through the square, and whether they understood it or not, everyone was infected by Townsend's words.

"We will stand under this banner to fight! We will stand under this banner to win! We will hold this banner of thorns and roses, from victory - go, go, win, benefit!"

"Victory, victory, victory!" all the crowd was excited, this did not need to be explained at all, the victory in Chief Townsend's mouth represented the penny, on behalf of the good life!

"Brothers—pick up the wine!" Townsend took the large bowl from his men, raised it and spun it around, and suddenly, the whole audience was holding up the wine bowls: "Cheers to victory!"

"Cheers to victory!" In the roaring response, dozens of catties of wine fell into everyone's stomachs.

"Drink, eat meat, sing, dance - don't get drunk!"

"Thank you, sir!" In the loud response of his subordinates, the music sounded, and the whole roast beast was carried into the square, the whole poke of wine was opened, and the atmosphere entered **. Townsend took the wine bowl and congratulated the chiefs and village chiefs one by one, and when the wine arrived, the wine must be dried, and the officers who came up behind continued to pour it, only to drink these people until their eyes were bulging and their bellies were round.

Townsend looked extremely heroic, and the expression on his face was also in place, but he remained calm inside. In fact, this style has nothing to do with his usual laziness and prudence, and it has nothing to do with his surname - the team leader failed for a variety of reasons, some were not strong, some were unlucky, but if he lost because of his lack of temperament, he was really wronged.

Therefore, a competent leader, regardless of his surname, will definitely have enough temperament on similar occasions. If Townsend's men were outlanders, he wouldn't have worked so hard, but who made him now among the West Coast natives?

After walking around, while the wine was still up, Townsend quietly found a place to dig his throat and vomit, and then rinsed his mouth with a drink, before taking Bennay and the captain to the basement of the inn.

Bennaid, of course, knew what to do, and the two of them had been unable to remain calm.

Townsend arranged for two guards at the gate, a lieutenant and a second lieutenant, to show that he would not interrogate the prisoners in private. Benneid's performance was competent, so Townsend was happy to consider his feelings in the details.

Imprisoned in the basement, of course, was the leader of the enemy, a slightly obese middle-aged man, fair-skinned, and apparently pampered.

He was blindfolded, sat on a narrow chair with his hands tied behind his back, and his face was very panicked when he heard the door open and someone entered, but his gagged mouth could not make any sound except to droop a little saliva—the eyes of Bennaid and his lieutenant almost burst into flames at the sight of this man's face, and the hands hidden in their sleeves were already clenched into fists.

Townsend gave Benneid a calm look, walked around the fat man unhurriedly, and only after putting enough pressure on the sound of his leisurely footsteps did he let the cloth from the fat man's mouth be untied.

“...... You can't hurt me, I'm a high-ranking believer in the Radiant Church! I have a first-class certificate of atonement from the Radiant Church! My family worships the Psychics!You can't hurt me!" The fat man was startled and anxious, and his tongue flipped as fast as churning an egg: "I am the candidate nobleman of the Andorran League! I am the honorary knight of the Duchy of Jashy! I am a friend of His Royal Highness Prince Pfister Aldrich Connell, an icon of the West Coast! You can't hurt me! You can't hurt me, you can't hurt me, you can't ......"

In the faint bursts of laughter from above, the fat man's words seemed quite comical. Townsend gently put the whip in his face, and the fat man immediately screamed, "Don't—don't! Who the hell are you?"

"Name. Townsend stood beside the fat man and asked softly.

"What?" the fat man was stunned, obviously not coming back to his senses. Townsend raised his hand and whipped it, and the fat man in pain twitched.

"What I ask, what you answer, but there is nonsense, and the punishment is waiting. Towngson's voice was still soft, but it sounded terrible to the fat man, and he was afraid that he would be whipped again and again for saying the wrong word, so he pursed his lips and nodded repeatedly.

"Name?" Townshend's whip rested on the fat man's face again.

"My name is Stanny!" the fat man seemed ready: "Stanny Rory." ”

Townsend's whip didn't move, but his eyes looked at Bennet, who nodded slightly—for the simple reason that Benneth actually knew the fat man!Bennaid, who recognized the team when they returned to Warehouse Town.

"Background origin. Townsend continued to ask.

"I am the younger brother of the current head of the Rory family, a merchant family in the eastern part of the Principality of Yaxiu. Townsend looked at Bennay again, who continued to nod.

"Why are you here?" asked Townsend, "from the beginning, in detail." ”

“...... I...... Two months ago, I received a message from my head of the family asking me to be on standby in the capital of Yaxiu, saying that I had a very important matter to be entrusted to. I waited a whole month for the head of the house to let me take over this mercenary force, and we had been waiting by a lake in the middle of the Grand Canal, and we only came to ...... a few days ago" The fat man explained very carefully: "When we arrived, the town of Harvey was completely destroyed...... I thought it was important to smuggle with the Swarosians......"

Bennaider shook his head when he heard the cooperative smuggling, and Townsend whipped it down, and the fat man's face suddenly opened with flesh, and he let out an earth-shattering wail, and his body also jumped violently in the chair.

Townsend motioned for Bennet and the others to cover their faces, untied the blindfold after the fat man stopped shaking, then sat down on the table, and whispered, "I forgot to tell you just now, if you tell a lie, you will be in pain...... You know that, right?"

“...... Know...... Got it. The fat man's tears flowed together with the blood from the wound on his cheek, and with a single word he made himself into a big face.

"You're a captive, your team doesn't exist anymore, so your clan won't care about losers like you anymore. It is even possible that you were sent here by your family to die in the first place. Townsend whispered softly to shake the other party's inner defense: "Such a family doesn't seem to be worthy of loyalty." ”

"Yes, yes, not worth it!"