This note must not have been left by someone from the past, and the guy who stuffed the note must not be joking with me.

Holding the note in my hand, I gently closed the book. When I looked back for the guy named Danya, he didn't seem to be in the museum.

Pushing the book aside in front of him, he looked around the library, stood up, and walked around the place twice. He's really not here anymore......

Could this note be written to me by him? If so, how did I get exposed? If not...... Then this guy is my enemy.

Regardless of whether he is an enemy or not, this note should not be to scare me. So I shoved the book onto a nearby bookshelf and quickly left the place.

Leaving now wasn't necessarily a bad thing, so I hurried to the barracks. But after walking a few streets, I suddenly felt someone following me behind me.

In order to verify the authenticity, I went into the alley on the side of the road. There was no one in this narrow alley, and it even smelled of urine and corruption.

There was indeed a slight sound of footsteps behind me, and the guy was not far from me, but the work under his feet was still good. Turning the corner, I jumped up and climbed to the roof of the house by kicking the walls on both sides.

After climbing onto the roof, I moved my steps lightly to avoid making any louder noise, but when I hid my body and stretched out my ears to probe the footsteps below, I found that the footsteps were gone!

I wonder if I heard it wrong, but it's gone!

I quickly looked up and looked around, and there was no shelter on the bare roof! Then this guy is still at my feet now!

It doesn't matter so much! Since he can follow me, it means that someone has already targeted me, and my behavior also shows that I have noticed them, so I just don't do anything!

I ran up from the roof and dodged from one roof to another.

There's no one in the alley!

In disbelief, I ran back as fast as I had just gone! Or not!

Did I just hear it wrong?

No...... No, it won't! I can't hear it wrong! Someone did follow me just now!

I searched on the roof for a long time and still couldn't find that person! The hairs on my body stood on end, this man ...... Better than me.

I look like I'm fucking in trouble again. This is purely self-inflicted! Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and jumped off the room.

Back at the barracks, Lothar was chatting with the two guys. When she saw me come back, Lothar actually smiled at me.

"I was wondering if I should go to you." I say.

"You're really busy." He stood up.

"A little thing." I saw that he had been staring at my clothes, and I looked down and there was some dirt on my body.

"Are you going to get out of here today?"

"What about you?" I asked rhetorically.

"I'll probably come back in a while."

"I ......," I hesitated. I've been visiting you for the past two days...... Church. I smiled.

"Oh." He didn't react.

"It's still very different from the church in the North." I want to take it a little more lightly. "The study of the Light here seems to be a little bit of a problem."

"What do you want to say?"

"You can send some enlightened guys to the north to study." I say.

He looked at me calmly, "You told me about this. ”

"This is necessary, and the casualties of our soldiers must be dealt with most effectively." I nodded. "Actually...... The Kingdom of Stormwind had the opportunity to realize the path of light earlier than Lordaeron and ...... Take advantage of the Light. I said slowly.

There was still no expression on his face. There was no surprise, no thought, no memory, no joy, not even an eyebrow or a blink. I don't know what he's thinking, he just looks at me.

"Thank you." His face turned ...... Slightly relaxed. "I'll tell the king about it."

I blinked and looked at his face. "What are you looking for from me?"

"Lord Grayson will be with you to Brightwood." He said. "Protect him."

"He's stronger than me." I laughed.

"He can be reckless at times...... Very willful, kid of a noble family, you know. He longs to fight, but ......" he shook his head. "Take care of him for me."

When he said this, he had some normal expression on his face.

I nodded. "You...... ...... with him Is it a relative? "I made a gesture.

"No, he's one of my men."

"You sent him to the front? Still a lord. Seeing that he didn't look like he wanted to shy away, I asked.

"He needs to be trained." Lothar said and patted me on the shoulder and walked past me.

"Hey." I turned around and stopped him. "There's something I'd like to remind you." I said, "You'd better take the time to see your old friend." ”

Lothar tilted her head and looked at me in surprise.

"Medivan." I say. "Go as soon as possible, or...... Go more. ”

The next morning, the extremely handsome and handsome Lord Grayson with his guards, and I left Stormwind with Lord Grayson.

Looking at this aristocratic young master who made a good impression on me, Lothar personally told me to take care of the person, and I had a lot of problems in my stomach.

Grayson's guards were much better than Reginald Windsor's before, and the Iron Horse Banner told people that this was the strongest armed force in the kingdom - the Iron Horse Brotherhood. Not only were they fully armed, but even their horses were draped.

Walking on the street, people unconsciously applauded and cheered for them, and in the eyes of passers-by, perhaps such a general leading such an army must be invincible.

Of course, I guessed so, after all, whether it is a person who wears beautiful clothes or shiny and gorgeous armor, it will give people the feeling that he is rich, he is very powerful, and he is not easy to mess with.

I glanced at Lawrence, and I guess he also knew that people weren't looking at him, and he was safe along the way after being robbed of the limelight.

As fast as we could, we followed King's Road past the town of Shining Gold, the town of East Valley and then continued on. Grayson insisted on going to Lakeside Town, but I couldn't convince him, so I had to follow him on another trip to Red Ridge Mountain.

When I passed the grave on the side of the road again, I felt a pang of sadness in my heart. Although it is made of stones, there are no monuments or signs, and it is overgrown with weeds and stands alone on the side of the avenue.

Grayson, after learning that this was the place where I had fought, and that dozens of my brothers who had died in battle were buried in it, solemnly dismounted with his men and saluted.

When I arrived at Lakeside Town, I was deeply touched by the fact that he proposed to the mayor of the town the idea of building a memorial to my brothers who had died in battle.

The patrols in the Red Ridge Mountains have not been attacked in any way, and there has been no news of an attack on a farmer in a long time. The ogre troops that entered the Red Ridge Mountain vanished like salt poured into a pond.

The Red Ridge army had never been involved in the battle, and I had even heard someone say in the tavern that it was a bad idea by Stormwind to make Lakeside Town more vigilant.

Looking at such a person, bragging unscrupulously, drinking freely, singing and laughing to his heart's content. I suddenly felt the urge to hit someone.

That's right, they can live as much as they want, and they can squander their money, energy and time to their heart's content. And what about those who suffered on the front-line borders, were injured or even died?

All they face is life and death! They can't squander like this group of people, and their sacrifice gives the people who come after them the right to squander like this.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, so I picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it into their heads. Lawrence and Ralph didn't try to persuade me, let alone pull me, and when I was done, they just looked at me in surprise and didn't say anything.

Grayson picked me up from the detention center, and he laughed as he walked.

"Is it that funny?" I say.

"I didn't expect you to make a big deal about such a trivial matter."

"I suggest that the children be brought to the front and given them a taste of war." I say.

"Hah, they'll grow up."

"What they need most is to be educated, not to grow up. If they grow up like this, I'd rather let them die by the orc's knife right now. ”

Coming back to Brightwood and seeing those bastards makes me feel as good as seeing my long-lost loved ones. Alcohol was not allowed in the barracks, so I gave each of them a gold coin to go to town for recreation on non-training days.

Reconstruction was a must, and a steady stream of supplies of all kinds were brought here. It is only known that the orcs were defeated by Sir Lothar, and that the army there was very rich and generous.

My men quickly pulled the town's trade, and even the merchants of the western region heard that business was back in here, and that it was better than before.

Lawrence was happy to hear that the women who had run away to take refuge had returned. Sure enough, he quickly became a celebrity here, just like he used to do in Lordaeron.

As the scout team progressed deeper into the forests to the east, my bandits became more and more experienced. Reginald followed them in most of the reconnaissance operations, and our relationship grew closer. In his words, my men were the best archers and scouts he had ever seen.

The newcomer Lord Grayson has become the highest knight here, and it is understandable that many officers go to pat his stinky feet and pat his ass, after all, sluts like Palmer have been promoted to become rich and knighted.

Grayson is okay, he doesn't seem to get carried away by the crowd's praise. After all, he was the highest official in the camp, but the command was still in Gavinrad's hands.

Grayson stayed in the barracks, and the knights under his command went out every day to drill, and they were well-trained.

Presumably because of this group of elites, Gavin Rad's infantry trained harder, and the knights under Reggie also seemed to be jealous. I told them that training is just training, that their training is not for you, and that they can really fight if they train like this? What you have to do is to move like a strong wind on the battlefield, be as cruel and ruthless as a fire when you enter the enemy formation, and have the courage and patience to collapse in front of you in any situation.

I can only comfort them first, after all, there is a gap in equipment, and the quality of this group of people brought by Grayson looks really good in all aspects. But they thought it worked. So at my behest, they adjusted their training style and put Ralph in charge.

It's not a bad thing to have a simpler life, it's boring but it's much less troublesome.