"Your Highness, the Swaben of the brigade are fighting over the uneven distribution of food."

The reply was a Teutonic mercenary who, in his opinion, had nothing to do with the Italians of the Peninsula.

So when there was a dispute, no one came to talk to Bran at all, and he was keen to watch the show.

"Hillbilly."

"You can argue even over a meal."

The Teutonic mercenaries mocked.

Different regions discriminate against people in different borders.

Many people in the Italian peninsula felt a sense of wealth and prosperity because of the papacy and the prosperity of commerce.

The two regions of the North and Eastern Europe are considered to be the two most backward places due to the attacks of the Vikings and steppe nomads.

Bran was generous to his subordinates, and with the profits from the paper and printing business, as well as the illegal robbery in private, the Teutonic mercenaries lived a better life than the mercenary groups of the big countries as long as they did not die.

"If there's anything in the future, tell me right away, you know."

Bran was about to walk over to take a look, but he noticed Wallon walking straight with his sword.

It was as if they were looking for trouble, and the Teutonic mercenaries blocked Wallonia.

"Stand out (stand down)."

This was uttered at the same time as Bran and Wallon.

Wallon gestured to Brandau, "Boy, I have something to say to you. ”

Wallon was not afraid of the eyes of the Teutonic mercenaries and walked into the Bran tent alone.

"Your Highness, shall we go in with you?"

"This man is rude."

"No, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Bran then entered the tent.

There was nothing in the makeshift tent, only a few carpets, a pot of tea, and a few hard biscuits, and when Bran wrote, he still found a wooden plank to hold on top.

It's not easy to be rudimentary, so the two stand and talk.

Wallon spoke German, and Bran listened intermittently and didn't understand it very well, so Wallon reacted, so he called a knight who could understand Italian, said it, and asked him to convey it to Bran, and he went straight out of the account.

There was no turmoil.

"Your Excellency Bran, just now there was an incident in your brigade where the veterans snatched the food of the recruits, and no one stopped them, and after His Excellency Wallon found out, he helped you train the veterans, and threatened that if there was any more violation of discipline, he would personally punish ......"

"I see."

said that it was a brigade, but it was only a temporary formation, and in the past few days, Bran has been thinking about how to safely send the princess of Alan back to China and retrieve the Roland sword, so basically regardless of this team, the conflicts in the past few days, not only this, Bran didn't care at all, and those Swathians didn't come to him as a peninsular.

But all of this was put in order by Wallon, and after he had put Bran in order once, and in the days that followed, on the march, his troops helped to find the way, set up camp, distribute food, and send sentry posts......

Originally, Bran's team, which was still a little scattered, was much more organized.

"Lord Wallon, this bastard snatched the lord, why did you help his people?"

Wallon's subordinates were puzzled.

"He leads the Swabian soldiers, they are all my land and my people, not his people, the matter of Lord Vesta will be resolved sooner or later, I will be separated from this kid, but not at this moment, when Your Majesty is going to go on the expedition. Only by winning can we help more Swabians find peace. After the victory, I naturally challenged him......"

A few days passed, and Wallon was much calmer

If the lord really chooses Bran, then ...... He would have agreed.

As a knight, he has learned this sentence.

Although these words were not spoken, he was already able to get along better with Bran.

Men and women aside, Wallon is very loyal and considerate.

These words to his subordinates also reached Bran's ears, not that Wallon deliberately leaked it, but his subordinates, when they were holding him upset, Bran knew about it, and his impression of Wallon changed a lot.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the two have no grudges, just emotional disputes for a while.

As an educated aristocrat, except for a few alternatives, most people still think rationally.

On this day, Bran brought in all the Teutonic mercenaries and warned them not to mock the Swabians.

And took the initiative to take on the task of setting up camp and lighting a fire to cook.

Bran is also a well-trained knight, and he can even judge the flavor of the stars, which is not difficult.

When he was on the march, the North African warrior Desley, who was following him, also shot two fat rabbits, which Bran took directly, and after they were dehaired and roasted, he personally brought them to Wallonia.

This time, he walked into the tent area of the peninsula, which was full of peninsulars.

The Walloon men, many of them Vikings, were athletic, blonde with closed eyes.

"The knight of the flying sword."

Someone called Bran that.

When Bran saw the Walloon tent, he went straight in.

Wallon dined with his family cronies, a large plate of yellow lentils, a large ball of sticky coarse bread, a pot of hot wild vegetable soup, and a few pieces of dried pork.

Wallonia maintained the habits of their Viking ancestors, not wasting food and not extravagant.

Whatever the soldiers eat, they eat themselves, and this dried pork is still taken out by his subordinates.

As he entered, Bran saw Wallon pick up the lentils, break the bread, mix it, and take a big bite of it.

I have to say that Wallon has a good mouth, and the sound he makes is like biting a stone.

Bran's hands were shiny, and the two rabbit meats seasoned with spices were very mouth-watering.

Influenced by his previous life, he is also a nobleman in this life, and when it comes to eating, Bran rarely neglects himself.

Life is about eating, and Bran often had his men carry his spice jars, which he used to add flavor to his food whenever things were too high.

Coupled with the arrival of Tianzhu's group of envoys last time, Bran took the opportunity to collect a batch of spices, which have not yet been used up.

This tent was larger than Bran's single tent, the size of a six-person tent, and there were only three people in it, except for Wallonia, and Bran was quite empty.

Bran sat down unceremoniously and put the plate he was holding.

The meaning is obvious – eat.

The subordinates wanted to move, but first looked at Wallon's face.

Wallon nodded, and his men grabbed the rabbit meat and swallowed it.

The slight spiciness of the pepper, the sweetness of the cloves and the cinnamon are mixed together, and the taste is insane!

Regardless of the appearance of eating, even the fingers of the subordinates must be allowed to absorb the stained oil.

"Pepper, pepper!"

One of my subordinates was particularly fond of the taste.

"I heard that in Tianzhu, this thing is everywhere, before the big ceremony, I heard that there was a white elephant king in Tianzhu, sent someone to pull dozens of carts of pepper, the whole Rome is full of spicy, you will be addicted to a mouthful." Another subordinate with a high status added.

"And what is the king's name?"

"I don't know, but I know that they all call him the White Elephant King."

Bran understood these words in German, and pronounced them in Italian, "King Rama."

"King Rama?"

"People call him the 'Wheel Saint King.'" Bran said again.

I don't know what this is.

At this time, the subordinate handed over a glass of wine as a return gift.

But this wine glass is used by many people in turn, and Bran is taboo and unclean.

He took out the water bag from his waist, and it was a bag of "ale." ”