When the light of the sun finally rose from the hills of Marcherus and sprinkled gold all over the city of Turin, a small convoy had just passed through the south gate under the Radiant Cross Chapel, and Sir Lawrence, holding high the black shield and gun flag, was at the forefront as always, only his expression was slightly different from when he came, and the four-wheeled carriage was as new as when he came, and nothing seemed to have changed.

Only one less squire who likes to carry his sword behind his back, and a little priest who insists on walking even with a cane.

Leaning against the window, Mrs. Angelica, who was half-lying on the soft couch in the carriage, looked at the scenery with mixed feelings, but her mood was extremely bad - she knew very well what her father had let her go back so quickly, but the more she was like this, the more unwilling she was to admit that the little squire who came out of the countryside and looked like a poor ghost ranger was actually qualified to propose to little Allen?!

As long as she turned her head slightly, she could see the expression of worry and a hint of happiness on little Allen's face, which made Mrs. Angelica feel jealous, as if something that belonged to her was about to be taken away by someone else.

"Will we take a boat from Maple Leaf Harbor this time?" Allen's sudden turn of gaze made Mrs. Angelica quickly put away some of her thoughts.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh...... It's nothing! I just heard that the southbound fleet will also pass through Maple Leaf Harbor. Alan fidgeted and dodged his gaze from side to side, clutching his skirt tightly with both hands: "Maybe we can meet them again." ”

"Then you may be disappointed, we won't be passing through Maple Leaf Harbor. Lady Angelica's expression darkened, and she turned her head back almost indifferently, but she still couldn't bear to disappoint Alan: "But we will stay in Seahorse Harbor for a while, and if we are lucky, we may meet Edward." ”

"Mother. The blonde girl was finally a little embarrassed, biting her lower lip and gently holding Mrs. Angelica's hand: "If you really don't want me to ......"

"If you really like that little squire, I won't stop you, kid. Mrs. Angelica's expression was filled with deep helplessness: "Maybe there is something about him that attracts you, but have you ever thought that in the eyes of this kind of self-made boy who has nothing from nothing, you may just be a title for him to realize his ambitions, a noble identity and capital, will he really love you wholeheartedly?"

........................ The lively and noisy Port of Kings was already full of bustling crowds and shouting guards, as well as sweaty officials with notebooks and water pipes, registering all the people who came to register on the small wooden tables that were about to collapse.

Although the port was an extremely important source of tax revenue for the Kingdom of Turin, it was actually a military port and a natural coastal fortress, although not as well known as the Maple Leaf Harbor - after all, the fleet capable of threatening Turin had only appeared in the Dominica War thirty years earlier, but a detachment of the fleet was still stationed here.

In the early hours of the morning, Greene Turn's garrison had sealed off the harbor completely, and it looked surprisingly deserted, with all but a few warships and requisitioned cargo ships forcibly relocated to the other side of the harbor. In addition to the sergeants of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, the soldiers of the Garrison Legion, and the "Silver Blood" mercenary group, there are also extremely large numbers of people who are registering one by one.

These were either bankrupts and immigrants from the eastern part of the city, or poor workers and peddlers who had recently been unfortunate by the revolt in Dominica, and the auxiliaries who came to enlist in the army—the army of Turin was mostly divided into two types, and in addition to the sergeants who faced them head-on on the battlefield, there were auxiliary regiments equal to or even twice as large as the army, which were responsible for covering the flanks and undertaking chores such as building camps, repairing weapons, or feeding horses.

Although the soldiers were generally poorly treated and disbanded at the end of the war, there were still huge numbers of people who came to enlist, mostly for a sum of money and food every day—the city of Turin was the least short of such men, and it was almost full in less than a day, and although the quality of those soldiers was so worrisome that Edward did not even dare to issue them daggers, and were poorly equipped to the point of only spears and shields.

However, neither Sir Leonardo, nor Edward and others expected that these "conscription militia regiments" could give full play to the combat effectiveness of veterans of a hundred battles and the morale of fighting to the death, at least relying on the strength of the number of people.

The real main force is still the 1,000 veterans and twenty-five Knights of the Sacred Tree deployed by the Order, plus the soldiers of the Capital Garrison Legion and the Silver Blood Mercenary Regiment that "looks at the money".

But when Edward finally met the guards sent by Greene Turn, he couldn't stand it even though he didn't have too high expectations—not to mention any elite troops, many of them were not even five and a half feet tall, and their faces were full of anger, and they had obviously been street hooligans not long ago; a few of them were smaller and even little Goodwin was stronger than them, and their clothes were tattered, and they hadn't changed their uniforms for a long time.

But when he saw Edward coming with a dark face, Sir Green Turnch had no choice but to smile bitterly: "My dear Edward, this is definitely not something I did on purpose, in fact the Garrison Regiment is such an army!"

"It's not that you don't know, our source of soldiers is basically the veteran street in Dongcheng District, and the bankrupts who are mixed in the slums, and the slightly better ones are the last sons and illegitimate children of the broken aristocratic families, what can you expect the elite of the garrison to look like with such a bad source of soldiers?"

"Maybe a hundred or two hundred years ago, this legion used to be very good, but the city of Turin has not been tested by war for a hundred or two hundred years, and the task of the garrison legion is to maintain law and order and protect pedestrians - like the previous riots, we have no choice but to ask the Knights of the Sacred Tree for help!"

Speaking of this, the commander of the garrison even raised his chin proudly: "Although I am not so proud that I regard myself as the best commander in history, the current garrison regiment is much stronger than the original - before I took over, this so-called 'garrison regiment' could do nothing but drink and make trouble, it was just a group of wine bags and rice bags"

"Don't be a deceitful person in a place like this, my dear Commander Greene Tern!" Edward sneered, "It's not like I haven't seen the Garrison Legion once—I remember that the three hundred soldiers you set aside to protect the Dominica Emissaries were pretty good, but we don't seem to have seen those awesome boys today." ”

Green's face was embarrassed for a moment, but he still glared at him with a straight face: "Of course I can't give you all the elites, in that case, you don't know who I rely on to maintain the security of the capital - now the nobles of Turin City are eager to kill all the guys who are related to Dominic, and half of the capital will be in ruins if they are not careful." ”

"As long as we win, we won't—as long as the expeditionary force wins the city of Bright Stars, and the Otoviks bow down, Dominica will be a piece of fat to be divided up at will. Edward sneered: "But if we lose, the Dominicans will reopen the concession in King's Port, and the kingdom will lose face." At that time, it was the time when half of Turin was in revolt. ”

"You're not threatening me, are you?" said Green, the corners of his mouth twitched, his face darkened.

"Radiant Cross, I'm just helping you avoid becoming a sinner for the ages!" patted Green on the shoulder very warmly, and the smiling Edward turned away.

The cousin's attendant, who had been standing behind Green, saw his brother's tangled look, and kindly stepped forward and took a few steps: "Do you want me to call the three centurians - it doesn't seem too late to come over now?"

"In that case, what are you waiting for, do you want me to prepare you coffee or ale?

"You are so sure that you must have convinced the commander of the Garrison Legion?" As soon as he walked to the dock, a tall purple figure he had met not long ago stopped Edward's way, still with that flat expression and dark eyes under broken purple hair: "Just a few words?"

"I'm pretty sure it's because I know him, that's all. Edward put his shoulders on his shoulders rather playfully, and looked at the Mercenary Miss Sirrell Lightlane: "Every employer you meet would like to ask questions about it?"

"Only those that I'm particularly interested in. Shairel shook his head: "I'm just a little confused, although you hit my companion Drake yesterday, but in the same situation, especially if your closest squire was humiliated, maybe I would do the same thing." ”

"And today's ...... What you've done makes me think that maybe you're a good person, and you don't look bad," Shrell shook his head in annoyance, "But I always have a gut feeling...... That instinct tells me you're very dangerous. ”

"Then trust your instincts, Miss Shirrell - though it's funny enough to hear a mercenary talk to me about justice. Edward shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and walked directly past her: "Your companion named Drake is still right about one thing, being a mercenary just needs to obediently receive the money, and then obey the order, justice and evil have nothing to do with you!"