"Put the anchor away, you slackers, all tie the ropes tightly. The captain with a big-brimmed hat on the deck kicked the butts of the panicked sailors beside him one after another, scolding and ordering: "If you sell the goods of this ship, you can't afford to pay interest, and you don't plan to receive the reward, right?!"

Under the bright sunshine, a Turin warship moored at the dock on the busy port of The Hague was extremely busy, with the captain's shouts, the heavy cables were tightly pulled up and tightened, and the sea anchors hanging on the chains slowly retracted from the bottom of the sea with the sound of rotating gears.

At the same time, it was not just one ship, the whole port became extremely busy—carriages and caravans with various heraldic flags, and many heavily armed soldiers and knights gathered here, and almost every day there were many troublemakers, who were caught by soldiers wearing black shields and gun coats of arms, tied to a wooden post in front of the gate of the port market, waiting for some lord to ransom them.

Just like the Dominica War thirty years earlier, Fort Hague's geographical location in the south of the kingdom meant that it was a transit point for the entire south and a "base camp" for attacks to the south, where both supplies brought in from the north and conscripted troops had to be assembled.

After the kingdom officially declared war on Bright Star City, the atmosphere in the entire south began to become tense - not only the weak Dominican city-states feared that the Turineites would take advantage of the invasion, but the lords of southern Turin were equally wary of the Dominican mercenaries roaming the wilderness.

Naturally, after receiving the conscription order from the kingdom, many ambitious southern nobles began to take the plunge - although the scale of the war was very small, and the conscription order issued from the royal city was not mandatory, there were still many lords who wanted to make a meritorious career gathered the knights and troops of the territory to the port of The Hague, ready to set off from here to join the expeditionary force.

Little Goodwin, who was standing on the dock, watched the boxes of various supplies loaded onto the ship, and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief in his heart, this trip to Fort Hague encountered a lot of troubles, and even almost encountered a storm on the day of departure, but it was much smoother than he imagined.

Although Edward had made a joke about "playing white" when he came, he finally gave little Goodwin all the gold and silver coins he had collected from the Horn Castle, as well as the silver wine cups and silver-plated candlesticks, to barely scrape together a sum of money that would not allow him to leave the port of The Hague empty-handed.

You must know that even the expeditionary forces of the kingdom did not have a tradition of forcibly requisitioning supplies - although this kind of thing was done many times, and it cost money to collect food and military supplies from the port of The Hague, and the merchants of various territories came here with the dream of making a fortune, and in order to deal with these southern "peers", little Goodwin almost did everything in his power to get enough supplies at a reasonable price.

As soon as he thought of these things, the young squire couldn't help but sigh and hammered himself on the shoulder, the merchants in the south of the kingdom and the counterparts of Turin City are very large, especially for people like themselves who are in the foreign chamber of commerce, and many important goods would rather be sold to locals at a low price than talk to themselves.

In King's Harbour, whether a person is willing to do business with you depends on the amount of money and credibility, and the more important thing is whether you are a local or not, and whether you can speak that awkward dialect. It took little Goodwin, who was scratching his head, two nights to learn a little, to get the frowning fellow to agree to do business with him.

There was a sound of gentle footsteps behind him, and little Goodwin subconsciously turned around to look, and saw a beautiful figure walking towards him, and the attendant, who was still tired just now, immediately shook his head and shook his head, and bowed respectfully to the blonde girl: "Good morning, Miss Alan Kwyn, may the Radiant Cross bless you and your family!"

"May the Radiant Cross bless the Goodwin family with all the best. Allen, who had something on his mind hidden between his eyebrows, smiled softly and looked at the ship that had already anchored: "Are you going to leave today?"

"Lord Edward is still waiting for me to return to Fort Clarion, the battle is tense. Little Goodwin looked at the Kwen family daughter in front of him very gratefully: "I will definitely convey your generosity to your lordship - if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to scrape together a whole boatload of supplies so smoothly this time!"

Allen's face flushed slightly, and he seemed to be a little shy when he heard what little Goodwin said: "It's nothing, I just did what I could, I hope it can help you somewhat." ”

Little Goodwin smiled, for it seemed to him that Miss Allen was only modest - without the presence of the heir to the Kwyn family, the merchants of The Hague Castle would not have agreed to do business with him, and it seemed that he could not have a second way to go except to go back empty-handed.

Although the blonde girl looked very good, that worried expression could not deceive little Goodwin, who was good at observing words and feelings, and the clever little squire asked tentatively, "Are you worried about Lord Edward?"

"Talent...... Who would worry about that kind of bastard?!" Allen, who was asked all of a sudden, immediately blushed and blurted out directly. It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he saw little Goodwin standing there and was startled by himself that he quickly returned to normal: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, after all, Edward is your master." ”

"It's okay, I don't think Lord Edward will mind. Little Goodwin smiled and nodded, secretly proud that he had guessed correctly, and then said as if casually mentioning, "I thought you might be interested in what your adults are doing now, considering that we just took a castle not long ago?"

"Is the war officially started?!" Allen's face immediately turned pale, and he couldn't wait to ask little Goodwin, "You just said Edward...... Took a castle?"

"That's right, under the leadership of the brave Lord Edward Witwood, the East Gate of Bright Star City is already ours, and I have come this time to prepare supplies for your lordship and prepare to defend against those Dominicans who want to return to the castle!" Little Goodwin nodded proudly: "If you start from The Hague Port, it will only take one day to reach Hornfort." As if he was worried that Alan would not understand, he deliberately pointed to the sea not far away, indicating the direction of Fort Horn.

"As I came, I heard that the knights and soldiers of the House of Kwyn were also gathering in preparation for the call of His Majesty Horace—I heard that Lord Leonardo and Viscount Otto Kwyn were on good terms. Little Goodwin, who was a little overexcited, continued, "Then there will be one more black-bottom shield and spear flag in the expeditionary force, and you will go with your father, right? Maybe we will meet you at Fort Clarion!"

Hearing this, Alan's expression darkened, and little Goodwin immediately understood that he had said the wrong thing, and waved his hand in a panic, and his mouth, which was still very clever just now, immediately became a little abrupt, and he couldn't even finish his words: "I'm sorry, Miss Alan, I definitely didn't mean to believe me! I just, just ......"

"I see what you mean, it's okay. A very reluctant smile appeared on the blonde girl's face, and she pointed to the ship behind the attendant: "The sailors are ready, hurry up and board the ship-the ...... Your master must have been waiting in a hurry, this is not what a squire should do. ”

Little Goodwin quickly nodded goodbye to Allen, and boarded the battleship in a panic. The white sails filled the sea breeze with the cheers of the sailors, and the flaming goshawk flag fluttered softly on the bow.

Alone, Alan looked at the sailboat in the distance from the dock, and suddenly clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if he was making up his mind.

"Miss Allen, why are you here? People still think you're ...... again" The panicked little maid suddenly ran over, half-squatting out of breath, and stared at her with some grievances: "Master Otto is ready to go, he asked me to ask if you are still willing to send him?"

"Send him away...... No, I won't. Alan smiled and curled the corners of his mouth, with a somewhat determined gaze that did not notice the frightened eyes of the maid at all, raised his eyebrows categorically, and walked in the direction of the black flag, shield and spear flag like a knight.

"Because I'll go with him!"