Karl tilted his head and scratched his chin again, "Although I don't understand the relationship between the Emperor and the Legion, I think what you said is okay, Chief. ”

The clumsy performance of this humanoid giant bear looks like he doesn't know how to pretend to understand, but Ron's original purpose is not aimed at him, as long as the person behind him can understand.

At this time, Arthur nodded slowly but firmly after listening to Ron's long sermon, "I think I understand." ”

Ron thinks Arthur is a smart man, because only smart people know how to keep a low profile, know how to make themselves less visible, and know how to hide the clues left behind by themselves. And his disguise was once so clever that Ron couldn't see through it, and even if he didn't blow up his identity, I'm afraid Ron would be hidden by his disguise for a long time.

And the reason why Arthur chose to reveal his true identity just now, Ron also roughly guessed the real reason - he was "getting closer" to himself.

Indeed, as Ron had guessed, Arthur was no longer going to be a fringe member of their team. He was a smart man, and this intelligence came from his family background that allowed him to receive a good education, and although he had to be in the army for various reasons, he still maintained his reserve and self-esteem.

When he was in prison, he would have planned to escape even without Ron, and the reason why he has fled all the way and is still following Ron is because Ron's escape plan happened to coincide with him, and with Ron's dazzling and spicy character, then the Sturgians would naturally focus on him first rather than themselves.

But now, things have changed a little.

The small group led by Ron did not become fragile under the continuous internal and external troubles, but gradually grew up during this time.

The Barbarian-like Stegians had taken on a new look under his command, bursting with the spirit of the old Imperial Legion that only he had experienced in books.

Obedience, loyalty, bravery, pride, humility......

All of these qualities are not always fully found in today's true Imperial Legions.

Leading such a backbone seed destined to become an elite and powerful army, Arthur had no reason to worry about what mortal threat the Stemia nobles could pose to them, on the contrary, he even felt that Ron could lead them to establish a foothold in this northern land, and there might be a possibility of further in the future.

His bravery and force, his leadership, his decisiveness and determination were all vividly displayed in these few short days, and even the kindness contained in his heart was unprecedented.

So, why not swear allegiance to such people? Ron couldn't be worse than the man his uncle had been loyal to?

All of the above factors combine to be the reason why Arthur chose to shed his disguise.

Arthur was also very fortunate that Ron had no complaints about his actions to protect himself, and instead followed Carl to tell him that he accepted Arthur's loyalty.

And he also intends to entrust him with important tasks.

For Ron's recognition, although Arthur is far from being grateful, at least he secretly vowed to make some career to repay the current recognition.

The goal in the short term is to let the regular soldiers in the village catch up with the honor of the militia that Ron has trained himself.

As for John, he had just licked the last drop of juice out of the bowl, completely unaware that in this very short period of time, Ron's position as the leader had become unshakable.

Although personally, it was a fact that Chief Ron was the leader.

Putting down the empty bowl, while everyone had not left, Ron walked over to the soldier who was roasting the suckling pig and looked up and down, and Ron realized that this guy was really making this kind of ingredients.

"Ron, sir!" The soldier noticed Ron standing beside him, greeted him, and then got busy, and soon made the flavor of the roast suckling pig even more fragrant.

"You really raised that little wild boar cub." Ron simply counted and found that there were only six roast suckling pigs on the grill.

"Yes, Ron." Seeing Ron ask about this, the soldier was a little embarrassed, "I always feel that I have to raise something at home to be sure, sir, you think, every day when you wake up and open your eyes, you see that the wild boar at home is getting fatter and fatter, not to mention how happy you are, and you have hope for the days to come." ”

Co-author: You still keep wild boars in your own home, don't you? After listening to the soldier's words, Ron felt a little pitiful and a little funny.

In this era of extremely backward productivity, ordinary people are no more than princes and nobles, they can't lean by the fire all day to keep warm, they don't have hot drinks to warm up at any time, let alone cover with thick bedding at night, and their daily wear is a warm fur coat.

If they want to keep warm, they can only hold their own livestock, relying on the body temperature of large animals to warm themselves, if they can't afford to raise livestock, then they can only fight with their lives in winter.

This is the sadness of the times.

"And what do you give that little boar to eat?"

"It eats whatever I eat." The soldier carefully sprinkled salt on the skin of the roasted suckling pig, and then continued, "I would rather feed it when I am hungry, and I count on this wild boar to give me a good life." ”

After saying this, the soldier lowered his head and smiled, and his eyes flashed with the cunning unique to simple villagers - he had looked carefully, and the one he chose among the seven little wild boar cubs was male, and he would definitely earn dinars if he kept it!

"As long as it doesn't delay your training, then let it be." Ron could only smile helplessly, "Then what are you going to do with the leftover meat of those big wild boars?" ”

This breakfast is just for everyone in the village to taste, less than a tenth of the pork is used, and the rest will definitely not be eaten in a short time, if you want not to spoil, you have to make another plan.

"That's the kind of sir, everyone discussed that they would marinate all this pork and put it away, whether it was to eat it later or use it as military rations. But our salt stock was insufficient, so early in the morning the old village chief asked people to go to our salt factory to get salt. ”

"Salt pans?" Ron shuddered when he heard this.

Saltworks?! How can this village produce and sell its own salt? Although salt was a bargain on the streets in Ron's mind, it was a perk of the explosion of technology.

In the era of cold weapons, edible salt even surpassed the concept of luxury, and became an extremely important strategic material, a resource that must be firmly grasped by a stable regime, and the people who can participate in the salt industry and get a bowl of soup, even if they do not have an extremely tough backstage, are definitely the local tycoons.

"yes, the saltworks." The soldier pointed in one direction, "This is where our Nord ancestors first landed on the ship, the earliest pirate lair, but after so many years, it has long been abandoned, and now it is used for salt drying and storage in the village of Ustoke. ”

Yes, the salt pans. Ron quickly calmed down, it was normal for human settlements by the sea to bask in salt, even if it was the northernmost part of the continent, and it still had plenty of sunshine in the summer, but the yield and quality of salt might not be as good as in other areas.

But at the end of the day...... That's salt!!

"I'll just say... Why are you so willing to put salt in the broth here? ”

No wonder the people of Ustok Village have the confidence to tear their faces with their original lords, it turns out that they are hiding such a hole card, relying on the sea to eat the sea, relying on the endless sea as a backing, and the wealth they earn from drying salt is naturally endless.

Moreover, this salt farm, neither the system nor the previous village account books are recorded, which shows that the salt field in Ustok Village is completely something they have made up in private, and it is estimated that even the original lord does not know.

The two chatted for a while, but the lively breakfast scene suddenly fell silent.

In the silence, the four soldiers each lifted their feet and lifted the fur of the giant beast that had been preliminarily processed by the tanners to the eyes of everyone, and the terrifying creature in front of them seemed to come to life again, and its small hill-like body was moving towards the center of the village step by step.

That's what Ron did before he went to bed yesterday.

Honor, or a little vulgar, pretending.

Naturally, the more people you have, the better the effect.

Ron wanted to make the warriors of Ustok understand that he was different from the nobles who used to force all Stegians into battle with slings and gallows.

He needs fighters, but definitely not the kind of fighters who are caught on the battlefield with a deep fear of death, because they will have a direct nervous breakdown in the face of greater fear.

What he needed was a warrior who would join his command out of his own volition, and it was clear that the villagers naturally had an unforgettable hatred for the noble lord who had bullied them to the extreme, and they would rebel without Ron's presence.

However, unforgettable hatred is not enough, just like a person with a strong right leg and a shrunken left leg, his path is destined to not go far, his heart is clouded by hatred, and they are very likely to become indiscriminate slaughter of mountain bandits.

What Ron has to do now is to give them a responsibility, an obligation, a reason to fight for it, and heal their left leg.

The four soldiers placed the boar fur at Ron's feet and stepped aside.

Ron glanced around and cleared his throat slightly, "Heroes, warriors, and heroic mothers of these heroes and warriors. ”

"Yesterday's battle, I believe it has been said countless times, I don't need to say more about the result, after all, what everyone just ate in their stomachs is real."

The scene of the meal burst into laughter.

But in fact, everyone doesn't know where the laughter is, but they don't know who is the first to laugh, and everyone feels that if they don't laugh along, the speaker and the obedient person will be embarrassed.

So when the whole world laughs, they laugh out of place.