The mercenaries have no discipline.

Once the ranger had made the right decision, the rest was a matter of course.

After a difficult initial communication in sign language, Foy proposed a hundred "units" of currency on behalf of the mercenaries.

Because the baron really didn't know how to translate the word, he could only simply put on the concept of gold or silver coins. Throwing away the hundred stones that the mercenaries had collected in the pouring rain, he walked out of the tavern.

Angus Gale quickly disposed of the remnants of the resistance. A quarter of an hour later, the baron's forces took control of the small town.

Mission accomplished.

The castle has been built, just off the plain.

Angus Gale walked over from the battle, and the heavy rain washed the blood off his armor. It has its own personality, it has its own emotions, and it has its own loyalty. The soldiers of the system are not indifferent humanoid machines, they do not pay attention to the distant past, but they are obsessed with the glory of the present world.

"Your Excellency, we have taken control of the town. The elders are all there waiting for your call. ”

Lildella automatically omitted the latter sentence, and Angus Gale had just taken all the older men in the town who had better houses.

"There's no need to ignore them, give you time for a candle, look for everything you can use, and then we'll set off and go to the castle!. ”

As he said "castle", the baron, who stood under the eaves of the tavern, waved his arms vigorously.

Every boy has a dream of knighthood when he is young.

Foy Lorraine and the mercenaries soon followed the baron to Julian Avenue.

"They abandoned the town. An old mercenary with gray hair said that his old voice was interrupted by the heavy rain.

"They hired us, so there shouldn't be any problems. ”

"It's hard to say, these noble lords are moody. ”

"But the lord seems to be very young, and he should not be more than twenty-five years old to hear his voice. ”

"Forget it, Woods. You can also hear the muffled sound under the helmet. But I haven't really heard that language yet. Could it be from another continent?"

・・・・・・・

The baron didn't care about the mercenaries' arguments, and of course he didn't understand them. Foy Lorraine was next to him, trying to communicate with him.

The Ranger is a very intriguing beauty. The shocked baron did not act out of any ordinary way, and out of concern for his own safety, he decided to stay away from this beautiful bow and arrow whose force value was definitely more than five.

Judging by her pointed ears, the mercenary must be a half-elf. Rildra, who was refreshed by the unknown race, also began to try to have a conversation.

The two men walked side by side, and in order to be able to hear each other, they were a little closer.

"Foy Lorraine, Ranger. Fuy pointed to herself.

If you heard me correctly, as the system said, the name of the girl in front of her is Vye Lorraine XXX. The baron also pointed to himself, but he did not immediately say his name.

Fuy seemed stunned for a moment when he saw the noble knight opposite, but quickly came back to his senses and said his name.

The girl did her best to repeat the awkward name

"Owen Lillera?"

The exchange lasted to the destination.

The mercenaries stopped, staring at everything in front of them in amazement.

The mercenaries born in Berkron swear to their father that there are absolutely no castles in the plains here.

Once.

Lildella looked at the huge castle with equally shock. It transcends his perception, beyond the so-called Castel Sant'Angelo, the Castle of Carnarvon, the Knights' Castle and even the pre-urbanization Constantinople.

The castle is incomparable.

It's mine.

Happiness came so suddenly, the Baron was simply stunned.

A hint appeared in the system in my head

Castle (unnamed), movable (temporarily unavailable), infinitely provides food and water, and stewards are generating.

It's like Howl's Moving Castle.

Give this great building a name to match.

The baron was more serious than ever, it was a matter of principle.

Let's call King's Landing, commemorating a great work.

Just as everyone was immersed in an inexplicable atmosphere, the baron first came to his senses.

His face turned very ugly.

Such a majestic castle, such a mighty function, I only have one hundred and twenty-six people on hand, and twenty-three of them are mercenaries who don't recognize money and people?

Once the rainstorm stopped, the baron did not think that such a conspicuous castle would be magnificently ignored by all the travelers passing by, and if his character was really like this, the system lottery would not draw a hundred peasants, but a hundred master chiefs.

King's Landing, mobile

Temporarily unavailable.

The baron's eyes narrowed.

Don't worry about it for now, go in and take shelter from the rain.

Kicking the shocked peasants awake one by one, the troops moved again. The baron turned his head and found Angus Gale smiling wryly back.

It seems that I am not the only one who realizes the problem.

The gates of the city were opened.

Passing through the castle's layers of guards, Angus Gale began to place men to guard the behemoth.

It's just for peace of mind. With such a length of city wall, a thousand people are quietly crammed into it. It is not so much a castle as a complex city defense system composed of more than a dozen large and small castles.

The system didn't give an area for King's Landing, and intuition told Lildra that the castle was worth twenty Neuschwanstein castles.

With all the personnel in place, for various reasons, Lildella did not plan to explore the entire castle now.

What to do? If the castle is immovable, think on his heels, and it won't be long before the army of this country will come and greet him cordially.

And I don't even know what this country is called.

Both systems still cannot be turned on.

In addition to the previous all-round lottery and the enhancement of riding and slashing, the system is like a WeChat assistant, only responsible for reminding.

Even if this era was really medieval, the baron did not believe that a country could not take up tens of thousands of troops.

As long as you come to the tenth, you will probably be in King's Landing.

Leaning his head on the high back of his chair, the baron's hand caressing the touch of the hard armrest, like the coldness of the Iron Throne.

"My lord, the mercenary wants to see you. ”

Angus Gale's voice interrupted his thoughts.

The baron made a gesture of please, and watched Eve Lorraine approach.

The Ranger respectfully made an elven courtesy, her right hand resting on her forehead, and she bent down towards the human lord. Regardless of race, the cult of power is unanimous. The Ranger needs to give enough respect to the strong man who owns such a castle.

However, there is a proverb among the elves that the tree of life also needs the protection of leaves.

The castle was deserted.

And the strength of the human lord, who is less than a few meters away from him, is far from enough to guard it, far from enough.

Eve didn't want to delve into the reason behind this, she didn't have the ability to do so, she just wanted to give her people a chance.

Language continues to be a major obstacle to dialogue between the two sides.

Until the Castle Butler is generated.

Lildra never dreamed that Frederick I, the famous Barbarossa, Holy Roman Emperor, would become his butler.

Seeing his energetic appearance, the baron, under the subtle influence of the nobility level of the system, stood up and paid tribute to the sixty-seven-year-old emperor.

The kings of the Romans, the Holy Roman Emperors, the Dukes of Swabia, and the kings of Italy ・・・・・・ take out a title at will, and a baron is to kneel before him and sing about conquest.

However, Lildella didn't pay much attention to this, and the old emperor smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and conversed in English.

The system gave Frederick I all the language and customs of the world, the etiquette of the nobility, the basic situation of the continent・・・・・・ in short, the once famous Redbeard is now a good butler.

Well, butler.

The conversation can go on.

Only then did Lildra figure out that when Eve Lorraine introduced herself on the road, the last word meant "ranger", a title that could only be given to the best ranger.

At the end of the greetings, Eve Lorraine's expression became eager, and Butler Frederick's face became serious, and he translated every word of the ranger in a calm voice.

The baron's fingers were unconsciously tapping on the table, and whether or not the castle could be solved seemed to fall on the young and strange ranger.

Is she trustworthy?