[Dear Duke of Long Lake, Madam has approved your proposal, and hereby in the name of Duke Cologne, I have included the Lakcha faith in my sect. Inspired by the eternal faith of the children of the earth (peasants), I would like to reply to you with the help of a sufficient number of monks, canons, and drawings of churches and statues. ———— Lionheart. Lawne. 】

Byer saw that it had been almost a week since the delivery time, and he had been delayed by the trip.

I can only hope that things are not delayed, and Baier sees that it is not too late and immediately orders.

"All the soldiers of the Poison Blade Force immediately go and gather a group of experienced pastors of Lakcha, and we will go on a mission!"

The soldiers may have some faith in mission, but anyway, this group of strong-willed, experienced macho men who have bared their teeth with swamp lizards immediately rushed around happily.

"The leader is on a mission!"

"Long live Lakcha!"

It seems that there is nothing left for them to preach for pleasure except for Lakcha, especially after Bair has perfected the canon, and they basically have a copy in their possession.

If it weren't for the fact that they needed to fight as soldiers, Bair felt that they could be put on their posts directly as priests.

It's a pity that the heavens have descended on the Si people, and they need to eradicate heresy and protect the territory.

Maybe when they retire, Bayer will get a bunch of Sigmar priests and that kind of weird stuff.

Dressed in plate armor, with a mace in his hand, a prayer book, and a canon, he knocked open a green-skinned skull one at a time.

But when Bair had drunk a jug of wine, he waited until the priests and sculptors had gathered, and there was no hard requirement for the church of Lakcha, so he skipped it.

Speaking of which, Rakcha, in Baier's own territory, is still crowded with the god of commerce and is worshipped.

So much so that people who have been to the Long Lake Territory will say this about Lakcha.

"Oh, Lakcha? The goddess? She's like a swamp, where she can poison others. ———— said Rogern, the coachman.

Of course, there are bad reviews and good reviews, and many people's physical illnesses suddenly improved after believing in Lakcha, and even some people's terminal illnesses were suddenly cured.

The Poison Blade Soldiers' powerful combat abilities are also regarded as God's chosen choice by the residents of Changhu, but their attitude towards Bayer is not as worshipful as that of the Poison Blade Soldiers.

It may be that the Duke is too normal as a Knight of the Grail, or they subconsciously think that Baier is a person who believes in the goddess of the lake, but none of this is a problem for Baier.

Bair only needs the peasants to believe in Lakcha, and remember, I am their duke.

Now that the army has been assembled, in addition to going to Cologne to spread the faith, Baier also needs to buy a batch of handsome horses and hire experienced grooms.

With 3,000 gold coins, 10 priests, and 100 Poisonblade soldiers, he now has Ogre mercenaries and the Shadow Sisters in his territory, and he has also liberated the Poisonblade troops in disguise, and its control has been reverted to Bayer.

At this moment, this force of 100 men may be the largest infantry military force in the whole of Bretonnia, and their existence is to challenge and slap the face of Bretonnia's custom of riding horses.

But they can only endure it, after all, the combat effectiveness of this unit may be stronger than that of ordinary knights!

And here, because many soldiers had to walk and have goods, a hundred kilometers would take only a day to reach by horseback for Bayer, but half a week for this unit.

It took about three to four days, and this was without accidents and attacks on the road.

When things get slow, there are more problems, such as when Bayer used to bring a little wine to quench his thirst and a piece of bread for lunch, but now he needs a wagon to carry supplies.

Heavy iron hooves stepped up, and the troops left their territory and stepped out of the city gates, and the peasants of Yanbian waved their shabby cloth to wipe their sweat.

Like twinkling white flowers, they cast adoring and approving glances at Bair's army.

There is no shortage of children in the village who play games of imitating armored soldiers, using pots and pans from their homes to stick to their bodies, and working with their friends to imitate the appearance of the poison-bladed soldier chanting Lakcha to repel monsters.

And because there is a real lack of people to play monsters in this place, the thing that makes a monster is often an unlucky dog or a rooster.

Now it is not only the rare large-scale march of the Poison Blade troops, but the glittering silver armor has attracted many children to watch.

Enthusiastic peasants even brought food from their homes and asked the soldiers to taste it, which was a rarity in Bretonnia, as most of the lord's troops would make the peasants take a detour.

In other words, Bair's ability to garrison the village with Poisonblade soldiers has earned him considerable fame in the troubled Long Lake Territory.

At this moment, the peasants really hope that their lord can escape the curse of five years of mortality.

While the troops left the village and walked out of the territory completely, it was already afternoon, the sun was drowsy, and Baier led them back to the battlefield of the Ginter mines.

At this moment, it has become a dwarven stronghold, and at the right time, the smell of fragrant food emanates from the once green-skinned cave, and the ugly war fortress has been completely transformed into a beautiful sturdy creation of the dwarves.

When the dwarves here spotted the human troops, a ranger hurriedly walked out of the fortress.

"Come on, come on, fierce man, long time no see, come and taste my troll meat!"

That's right, he's Bardeen, the ranger who does business with Bayer.

And hearing the word troll, Sir Flender covered his mouth...