"Salute to you, Viscount Edward Witwood, I wish you a long and healthy life, and victory in every battle!" The big man from the north, dressed in heavy leather armor and wearing a helmet with horns, knelt down in front of Edward very sincerely, and spread his hands outstretched: "I am here to see you on behalf of all the surviving brethren of the Crow Mercenary Regiment. ”

Looking at the bearded northern pirate, Edward frowned a little - these Crow mercenaries had kept them in order to fill the gap in the number of troops at Fort Clarion, and counted as part of the defenders of Fort Clarion. After several bloody battles, there were only more than twenty Black Crow mercenary groups left in the original nearly 100 people, and all of them were the most brave group of guys, and even served as guards behind them when they were besieged by Bright Star City.

After the battle, Edward didn't care too much, and all the surviving Crow mercenaries were paid a large sum of money according to the highest level of the Turin army's best feats - the first to storm the city wall, and even gave them additional pensions for all the fallen brothers, and acquiesced in all the booty they had plundered.

"The war is over, and so is the mercenary relationship between you and the Turin Expeditionary Force. Edward's face was a little indifferent: "That means you can go anywhere - or do you think the reward isn't enough?"

"You are indeed a generous employer, and the brethren of the Crow Mercenary Regiment are satisfied. The bearded mercenary man quickly shook his head: "Therefore, we hope to be able to continue to defeat one enemy after another for you under your men!"

His Turin language was extremely awkward, but Edward could barely understand it. So he just shook his head: "The war is over." What am I going to hire you for?"

"No, it's not employment. It is we who fight under your hands. The sweaty black crow mercenary lamely explained: "All the brothers have agreed, as long as you are willing to nod, we are all your warriors......"

It wasn't until half an hour later that Edward really understood that these Crow mercenaries were not going to continue to be mercenaries, and were ready to swear allegiance directly and become his personal soldiers and guards.

"What's your name?" Edward, who was a little surprised, raised his eyebrows and looked at the big man kneeling in front of him, "Is that what all of you plan to do?"

"Just call me Donner!" the bearded northern man smiled excitedly and bowed his head humbly, "All the brethren are willing to serve you - your kindness in Fort Horn. The appearance of fighting the enemy will never be forgotten by all the crows!"

"There has never been a Lord of Turin who is willing to fight alongside a mercenary, let alone such a generous lord!" said Donner exclaimed, "As long as you are willing to accept our allegiance, we will fight for you to the end!"

"Of course, if you feel that we are too few of us, please allow us to return to our home of Lund in the north, and spread the prestige and generosity of Witwood to the Misty Sea, and recruit more warriors for you!"

"Can you recruit more northerners from Lund?" Edward was more interested, "Will they take your word for it?"

"Our leader, Sas, is a well-known warrior in our hometown, and even the local lord would not dare to disrespect him!" Donner nodded, and said with great certainty, "Just spread the news that you defeated him in the duel." There will definitely be quite a few people who will come and pay your allegiance!"

"Very well, I'm still quite interested in the bravery of the Lund warriors. Edward nodded, "Your name is Donner, isn't it?" From today onwards, you will be the commander of the Crow mercenaries and the captain of my guard - from this day onwards, you must swear eternal allegiance to the Witwood family for the rest of your life, and complete any of my orders, life or death!"

"Defend your glory to the death, Lord Edward Witwood!" Donner, who was so excited, stood up from the ground and punched his right fist in the chest: "We will defeat all enemies against you for you!"

"Then as the lord you serve, I allow you to continue your original faith. Of course, anyone wishing to be baptized holy, in the light of the Radiant Cross, I would also be happy to introduce him to a very devout priest. Edward, who looked relaxed, smiled and said, "As for you Donner, first try to speak Turin more fluently, and then try to dress like a Turinean - the kingdom is not very welcoming to foreigners these days." ”

"Yes, Lord Edward. Donald, who was a little embarrassed, smiled and nodded, then turned and left. Little Goodwin, who was standing in the back, looked at the Lund warrior almost as big as three of him with hostility, as if he was going to stab him to death with his eyes.

"It doesn't seem like you trust him very much, either. With a slight light-hearted smile, Edward casually quipped, "Can you tell me why our dear little Goodwin is so wary?"

"Of course, they are savage Lund pirates, robbing cargo ships all over the sea, and even killing everyone who dares to resist them - this is what my father told me!" Little Goodwin nodded in a daze, "They were planning to arrest you for ransom, how can you believe the nonsense of this group of barbarians?!"

"Because I have confidence in their unwavering allegiance to me. Edward smiled confidently, "Just as I believe you and Angela." ”

"Well, I hope you're right. Hearing this, little Goodwin nodded helplessly, and then looked at Edward with some expectation: "Then where are we going next, are we going to Fort Clarion first?"

As soon as he talked about it, little Goodwin couldn't help but feel a little excited, and when he learned that Edward Witwood, whom he served, had suddenly become a nobleman of the kingdom, and a hereditary nobleman with his own fiefdom, he felt particularly strange - as if it were all a dream, but it was extremely real!

Especially in the barracks, when the other knights' squires looked at him with unconcealable jealousy, even little Goodwin, who did not know all this, felt a sense of joy and pride in his heart, even though Edward's domain, Fort Horn, was only a barren island with no special products.

"No, let's go directly to the port of The Hague. Edward smiled and shook his head, "Hornfort is in ruins right now, so let's find a way to restore it to its original state - and I can't make some people so happy." ”

Little Goodwin scratched his head in confusion, but Edward didn't explain anything more - although Landzel had already told Lusen's plan in its entirety, it didn't mean that the heir of the Minest family had prepared such a "big gift" for himself.

Edward was well aware of the terrible financial and human resources of the Minest family - he was still somewhat impressed by the shipwreck he had made from the port of The Hague to Turin, and that Lady Angelica had dealt with herself as an innocuous little attendant.

Laughing at himself, Edward solemnly handed a piece of parchment with a map on it to little Goodwin, "But I have to give you another very important task, my little squire—this is a very important matter, and it must not be noticed by anyone, especially ...... Someone who looks a lot like a friend. ”

"This—This is ......"

"A map of a vault in Bright Star City, and a key. Quietly took Cosimo's pendant out of his sleeve and put it in little Goodwin's hand: "I want you to find a way to transport all the boxes in there out of Star City one by one, and then hide them in some secret place." ”

"Vault?!" Little Goodwin was startled, but he still resisted the surprise and a certain sense of fear in his heart, and swallowed his saliva: "But, how can I get all the contents out?"

"You don't have to worry about this, someone will help you. Edward smiled mysteriously, "I'm sure that 'silver-haired sissy' must have planted a lot of men in the expeditionary force, and it's all around us." ”

Thinking like this, Edward couldn't help but think of Marco Tasker's sly smile, and pretended to bow to himself. (To be continued......)