And, taking a step back, even if what Moore had just said was all, all lies that could be fabricated to insult Hofho, or just to vent his habit of Moore wanting to say more and more to everyone whenever and wherever he wanted.

Judging from Hofhor's earnest performance towards Moore along the way, he will not show half of his dissatisfaction, at most he will use more force when playing with the snowflakes on other people's clothes, but it is also the strength of ordinary people who find mosquitoes lying on their stomachs and then slap them.

"I'm a Valandian, as you all know, it's a country of mercenaries, and when they hear that war breaks out, both men and women scream with excitement, eager to pull the whole family into battle, and everyone is proud to be able to serve the lord."

"But there are always people who won't cheer for war." Hofhoe took a deep breath and sighed softly, "Especially those orphans whose families have died because of the war. ”

Hofho grew up on the eve of the collapse of the Calradian Empire, when the continent wasn't as chaotic as it is now, but it's not an exaggeration to say that it was in shambles.

Due to the "foresight" of the magnates of the Calradian Empire, who had previously converted the cash of mercenaries that should have been paid to the Valandians into land and power, such a nation born to expand its territory had a foothold on the continent of Calradia, and since then, the entire continent has never stopped because of their accession.

At that time, the Empire's martial arts were still strong, and the Legionnaires were everywhere on the frontiers of the Empire, so the Valandians were ostensibly loyal to the Empire and actively acted as thugs to teach the "disobedient" tribes. However, the territory they led to conquer could only belong to the Empire, which was simply unbearable for the Valandians who had carved the expansion into their genes, but the presence of the Frontier Legion forced them to put this ambition down.

What should we do if we fail to expand externally?

The answer is crazy involution.

The empire promised to give Valandia so much land, and if they wanted more land, they would rob other Valandia nobles, and the king of Valandia did not stop this situation, because he himself was the happiest to grab it, and the people of the empire were happy to see their own infighting and bloodletting, maintaining the delicate balance of the frontier.

After hundreds of years of crazy involution, although Valandia's economy and internal affairs are in shambles, it is undeniable that they have rolled out batches of well-trained, tenacious and battle-resistant heavy cavalry who can repeatedly impact dozens of rounds on war horses.

After the ambitious Valandians had their own powerful army, they finally waited for the decline of the empire, and the iron wall Osrak took the lead in establishing himself as king, he led his iron cavalry to crush the army sent by the empire to suppress the rebellion in one fell swoop, and he also took advantage of the fact that the whole continent was in a shock, and the whole army rushed to the door of the imperial capital with high intensity.

After several days and nights of sleepless sieges, the millennia eagle banner that had flown on the walls of Parabund was taken down by the murderous aliens for the first time, and since then, the Calradian Empire has completely lost its thousand-year-old capital and the entire fertile western coastline.

After that, several more tragic Armageddons broke out between the two sides, and both Valandia and the Empire could hardly be called winners, at best, Vallandia's losses were not as great as the Empire's. But there is no doubt that the Valandians used force to force the empire to grit its teeth and recognize their status as an independent kingdom instead of being a former vassal.

However, it is ridiculous to say that even if there is a blood feud with the Empire, as long as the Empire can come up with enough attractive mercenary money, Navarantia is still very willing to contribute to the Empire to teach his enemies a lesson.

But they seemed to have completely forgotten that among the white bones buried in the mountain streams, the peaks, and the swamps, and their people.

Hofho's family died in this continuous war, and in this era when people can eat people without psychological barriers, there is no warmth to raise an orphan, and relatives from all walks of life who have never met take turns to rob Hofho of the already pitiful pension.

He grew up on what could be called a hellish start, and with a conviction that he hated war, and when he stumbled as an adult, he did not go around on horseback like his age, but stooped down to earn money from everyone.

"This kind of behavior is not to be looked down upon, and it is a shame for them to be Valandians who want to be in business." Hofho withdrew his stiff hand, but it wasn't frozen by snowflakes, but because he had broken his tendon because he refused to serve in the military, "but I don't think there's anything wrong with doing business." ”

"I can buy the land they can't beat with their horses and guns."

"The power of money, or rather, the dinar, is infinite, Moore. The weak will become heroic, the faithful will become flattering, loyalty will fade because it will fade, and love will decay because it will rot. ”

"But, as I said earlier, I really want to let go." Hofho patted Moore on the shoulder, "Because I am discovering more and more that there are things in this world that the dinar can't buy, and the more money I spend on them, the more I understand it." ”

"My sons have taken so many dinars from me, and none of them have become climate-dependent, and the nobles that my daughters have married are all rubbish in the dust. You're right, Moore, once I let go and I stop running back and running back in business, they're all going to be beaten back to square one. ”

"Even if the last bit of hope is ignited, something like this is happening now......" Hofho was silent for a long time, and finally said in a low voice as if he had resigned himself to his fate, "My investment is really a failure, and I'm getting old, it's time to let go." ”

The old man's expression was lonely, and for a while the private soldiers in the cave looked a little desolate, don't look at Hofho most of the time he didn't look out of tune, but his ferocity in commercial siege was no less than the iron-walled Osrak rushing to Parabund, and Hofho at that time was like a beast with an endless appetite.

And now that he can show such fatigue, it looks like he is really tired.

"I'm sorry." Moore spoke.

"It's nothing, and you don't need to grieve for me......" Hofho waved his hand.

"What are you thinking? Why should I grieve for you? Moore frowned, and continued to speak amid the question marks on the former's face, "I say sorry, meaning it's just you who are useless, not me." ”

PS: The capital of the Calradia Empire is really undocumented, and the capital mentioned in the development diary does not exist on the large map in the game, so I can only rely on the more credible statements on the Internet about Parabund.