Now the territory has ushered in a great abundance of supplies because of the war, and the supplies that were planned to be fed for two months for the thousand-strong troops were only half eaten.

And most of them were killed in battle, and a large number of arrows and food fell into the hands of Bair.

So much so that one hundred and fifty peasants recruited by Changhu all took refuge in Lakcha, and they were eaten and wiped clean.

Long Lake would not be unhappy, as their Count had always been short-lived, and Long Lake was the only county in Bretonnia that changed dukes frequently.

Legend has it in Gilles. When Bartow was not founded, the Long Lake Territory was the domain of a pair of brother dukes.

Legend has it that they used a conspiracy against chivalry to assassinate the merchants who controlled Long Lake at the time.

Later, some people said that the goddess of the lake did not favor this place, not only did she never produce the Duke of the Knight of the Holy Grail, but she was also cursed by the dead, and the term of office of each subsequent duke would not exceed five years.

However, as a staunch materialist, Bayer naturally does not care about such legends, not to mention that such a thing as a green skin can already be regarded as force majeure.

As for Mr. Millhogg, his knights were either chivalrous knights from a trip to find outside, or knights of the kingdom who had been sent directly by Cologne.

This time, instead, he began to centralize power.

The family has become bigger, and now it has established trade with the dwarves, and it is too late to be happy.

Anyway, all those who survived ate ate it, and when they died, they had nothing.

It's still noon, and the banquet has to start early, and Beyer, as the host, needs to be in charge of the food.

He felt that he had to spend a lot of money to entertain good dwarves, and that there were no really good cooks in his territory.

You can't expect ordinary peasants to cook to satisfy the dwarves...

Nowadays, there is no iron pot or anything for stir-frying, and there is no soy sauce or monosodium glutamate, so the stew that is usually made tastes simply boring.

And the solution that Bayer came up with was to fry it.

First, the soybeans brought from the battlefield can be used to make oil, and secondly, the food that has been put all the way tastes a little unfresh.

It is impossible to buy new ones, and if you can save them, you can save them.

He mixes sugar, salt, wine and spices into a paste, then takes various ingredients and soaks them in it.

There are fresh slices of meat, jerky with water, or vegetarian dishes, and even batter.

Anyway, it's delicious after frying.

Under the rough cooking, the fried food that was enough for everyone in the territory to eat was actually served to the table.

And the resting soldiers and dwarves were dazed when they saw this yellow and colorful things.

When they took a sip, they stopped other movements, took a sip of wine, a mouthful of fried goods, and kept eating.

And the dwarves sighed softly.

"Granny's beard, I'm going to use this on the trolls!"

Bair was very pleased with the situation, but Mr. Milhogg could not, and he stopped Beyer's shoulder, and his face was red, and he probably drank a lot.

"Your food is good, and your wine is good, but why don't you have songs?"

Bayer said. "I'm in the middle of nowhere, so I have the leisure to enjoy the songs."

Mr. Milhogg, who was slightly drunk, took the wine and drank it before speaking to the farmers on the side of the road.

"Let's sing together!"

When the peasants saw that it was a duke, they naturally didn't dare to resist, so they could only hum along with him.

"How hopeful, to chase the sun, to regain the dream, while the blood is not cold, don't ask again.

Don't think about it anymore, just go to the battlefield, call me, like the eagle! ”

It wasn't good, but it was so strong that the dwarves sang their ballads, and the whole banquet began to grimace.

If there were a witch hunter in the Empire, none of them would be able to escape here.

Bair sat on the side, gently munching on the food he had fried, which was a little better than his usual stew.

Ellie walked past Bayer in her gorgeous gown.

"Need to do a dance? Honey~"

Baier looked at the banquet of the cow ghost and snake god.

"Are you sure it's the soundtrack?"

Ellie reached out and took Bair's arm.

"Just follow my pace."

Bayer could only sacrifice his life to accompany the beauty, and the two of them actually danced around the campfire by the folk song cappella.

In the end, it attracted everyone's attention, and with its gorgeous dance moves and swirling gowns, Bayer, a beginner, could be carried out with a sense of elegance.

The rough man's party became elegant for a moment, and when the dance was over, there were dwarves shouting.

"One more!"

Mr. Milhogg shouted.

"This is my daughter! How beautiful! ”

Baier was sour for a moment, this is my wife!

Then he walked to his bedroom with Ellie in his arms...

This is an action on the head of the blood, but it makes the girl blush for a while.

When it quiets down, I don't think it's right...

The two of them pushed and pushed, frolicking in the bedroom, and couldn't sleep all night.

The next morning, Byer, who had not been drinking, was in poor spirits, and two people came out of the bedroom.

Needless to say, at this moment Byer tidied up his clothes, pushed away the dwarf who had drunk too much on the ground, and said to Ellie in a serious voice.

"I'm going to go to Cologne once, and I'll get some gold to feed you."

Ellie's cheeks flushed. "Don't die! Take some soldiers. ”

Bayer waved his hand. "I've killed all the greenskins here, and the beastmen are about the same, and with the horsepower of my horses, it only takes a day to pull the wagon."

Hearing this, Ellie, who had never been far away, was a little relieved...

When Bair rode out of the city on horseback and pulled green ears in a wagon, Ellie sighed and touched her lower abdomen...

Yesterday was a bit exciting...

And on the road, Bair carried his own large axe and wore a suit of chain mail.

The time required was the same, the distance was about a hundred kilometers, and according to the ability of the horses of Bretonnia, it only took half a day to run.

But he was not in a hurry, he was just a horse, and he was so tired that he felt distressed.

Territory construction doesn't happen overnight, just go to Cologne before the sun sets.

Bair also wanted to push the job to Sir Flender, but the soldier's training could not be stopped for a day.

And such a large amount of money Bayer did not dare to give it to others to transport.

As for the smell of green skin, he is used to it on the battlefield, and it will not make Bayer uncomfortable.

The road was calm, and it took about half a day to reach the vicinity of the Ginter mine, and then walk a little further along the mouth of the Rik River to Cologne.

It was as if Bayer had seen the gold coin glitter in front of him...

And now I happened to pass by a forest, in Bretonnia, such woodland is actually not much, I heard Sir say that the empire is basically woodland out of the city.

Bair didn't pay attention at first, but in a trance he heard the sound of fighting...

Greenskins? Beastmen?

As he rode his horse closer, he saw a knight being attacked with a dagger by a group of ragged men.

They wore masks, couldn't see clearly, and seemed to be lawless.

In Bretonnia, there was no way to vent the resentment of the lord, and there began to be people who took the initiative to flee from civilized society.

They are called lawless.

The knight's equipment was not bad, but he only had chain mail and a long sword, which was enough to deal with ordinary people.

But there were about 20 attackers, and the number alone was very troublesome.

Bair listened to the situation from a distance.

The knight's blade swung in the air, but it couldn't be slashed in the narrow space because of the territory.

He yelled. "I am the son of the Duke of Tancred, how dare you offend!"

The voice is very young, a little neutral, and it seems that he is also a teenager with clear eyebrows.

But the Duke of Tancred shook Bair's spirits.

The Duke was the master of Aoi Yelis, and the man who held the largest territory in Bretonnia.

And he is old and has children, and I heard that he loves his youngest son even more!

At this moment, the attackers drew their daggers and slashed his unprotected thighs.

"Hmmm! He snorted softly.

When Byer saw that the boy was in pain, Byer suddenly rode up and threw a big axe at the attacker!