Despite a moment, Edward noticed the purple-haired mercenary's provocative gaze, and the indifference on his face quickly returned to a smile, allowing the soldiers inside the fortress to open the city gate, and the travelers who had traveled all the way finally breathed a sigh of relief and entered the western gate of this vast land, the fortress of the Green River Valley.

It wasn't until he was about to enter the fortress that Robin obviously noticed something was not right, and looked at Shirell beside him and stopped talking, until the mercenary glanced at him casually, retracted her neck as if reflexively, and immediately stopped saying a word.

Although the entire fortress was much more lively than it was originally after receiving 4,000 recruits, it could still accommodate the mercenaries of Silver Blood and the Lund warriors brought by Donner, and these two armies were undoubtedly very powerful new forces for the Battle Banner Legion that was replenishing blood.

Whether it is the silver blood from the west coast or the Lund pirates of the Misty Sea, they are all very familiar with the battle in the ice and snow, and as a barbarian race that the kingdom is committed to exterminating, the Lund people are definitely not worse than the Hantu people, and they are also bloodthirsty people living in ancient lands.

In the coming winter, they will all be important forces in their hands - Edward is no longer the same person he was when he was at Fort Clarrum. If at that time he had to take care of the interests and honor of the camp, and make some sacrifices when necessary, now Edward Witwood is completely for himself.

This did not conflict with allegiance to the little prince, or that Edward's interests were tied to the chariot called "Anson Marcherus", and whatever the outcome, it was already a situation of glory and loss.

After settling all the mercenaries, in order to be able to boost their morale as soon as possible. Edward agreed to the demands of the bannermen for a rectification - because the harvest festival was about to take place, and it was not an exaggeration to call it the most important festival for the people of Turino. 、

The 300-year-old kingdom of Turin consisted of two city-states and three ancient kingdoms, which meant that each region would have its own customs and customs, and there were very few celebrations that could truly be called "major festivals" - except for the king's birthday. The Triumphal Ceremony and the Radiant Cross Ritual are the only festivals that can be celebrated by the subjects of the entire kingdom, such as the Harvest Festival, which can be celebrated by the subjects of the entire kingdom.

Therefore, even at the final officer meeting, Edward only arranged for the soldiers to stand guard in shifts, and symbolically announced the beginning of preparations for the celebration in the eyes of a group of people who had been waiting for a long time.

The delighted soldiers shouted for joy as Virgil brought out barrels full of black bread and cured meats, and seven or eight men shouted lively ditties and carried sacks of potatoes, onions, carrots, and oats, and large chunks of cheese as if they were sweeping. Sweep it up.

The Silver Blood mercenaries and Lund pirates who had come from afar had probably been in the mood for comparison, and while the soldiers were still gathering their preparations, they brought with them the prey they had taken as they came—rabbits, turtledoves, turkeys, and wild deer—and quite a few shrewd fellows ran to the banks of the moat, and came back with spears and spears in their arms, and four or five fat, large trout stuck in each pole, and the bags in their hands full of oysters and shrimps.

In the evening, tables and campfires filled almost the entire fortress square, and there were even "seats" in the training ground, where soldiers sat around the fire and munched on olive-smeared cured meat and cheese. While enjoying a rare celebration, you can hear obscene laughter and laughter wherever there is a fire.

The merry soldiers entertained the West Coast mercenaries and the Lund warriors who had just met for the first time - the harvest festival had no scruples. Even the most stingy of Turinese people will become hospitable on this day, and their faith in the Radiant Cross will lead them to believe that generosity on this day will bring them good luck throughout the year.

And in the halls of the command tower, the officers and knights enjoyed an even more sumptuous feast - although it was not easy to drink in the fortress, but since it was a festival. Edward still allowed a glass of mead per person, which was considered a celebration.

Little Goodwin, who was just a glass of wine, was already drunk-eyed - it was evident that such a long journey had already exhausted the little squire, and he was only relying on the last shred of sobriety to maintain his sanity.

"Actually, you should be nicer to Miss Shirrell, Lord Edward. "I guess I noticed it when I entered the fortress. Edward's coldness, little Goodwin couldn't help but speak: "If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have been able to go so smoothly on this journey." ”

"Something happened on the way?"

"It's Captain Donner's ...... Friends. The little squire's expression was a little embarrassed when he said this: "They are all Lunds, and it is not very easy to get them to obey discipline. ”

Edward chuckled - it was more troublesome in this world to be able to discipline the bloodthirsty Lund than to train a blood wolf to be a shepherd.

"But Miss Shirrell did!" said little Goodwin, even with some frowning, "not to mention that she is still a woman...... Well, of course I didn't mean to disrespect her, but being a woman and being able to make those Lund barbarians obey orders is simply amazing!"

Edward's eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the mercenary, but all he saw was an empty chair, and the "little captain" Robin who kept telling jokes to the people around him.

"She's just out. ”

A faint voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and little Goodwin, who looked even more embarrassed, hurriedly left Edward's side, and the "Chief Flag Officer" smiled and raised his eyebrows, looking at his pouting little wife: "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you looking for that mercenary?" Alan squinted as if he was angry, and his blue eyes were pitiful: "Anyway, she must be not far outside, let's go find her." ”

"Are you angry?" the corners of Edward's mouth immediately raised.

"No, no, I'm not so careful!" The girl with the water in her eyes immediately denied it, and turned her head to the side without looking at him, "It's going to look like a certain guy...... Y-What are you doing?!"

The red-faced girl was "suddenly attacked" by the guy next to her, hugged her waist from behind, and looked around with shame: "Quick, let go, it will be seen!"

"Oh...... No one will find out, and now everyone is enjoying the feast. Edward replied with a chuckle...... Even if he saw it, he would pretend to be blind, he said it again in his heart, and kissed the girl's earlobe gently, and the bright red color spread out on the girl's cheek like a blooming rose......

At this time, the whole hall was noisy as if the ceiling was about to be blown off, and a few smiling fellows carried a plate the size of a table, and brought the most solemn dish of the whole banquet - pigeon pie!

A few flute-playing and piano-playing fellows danced in front of them, and many of the knights even drew their swords and aimed them at the huge pigeon pie, and even argued with each other about who was the first to go up and cut a sword--the blonde girl who saw this scene breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer resisted the bad guy behind her.

Think of it as a celebration in the festival, the girl with a budding heart thought secretly.

"Six copper plates, for a handful of wheat;

Twenty-four pigeons, burying the pie;

The pie opened, and the pigeons sang in unison:

Isn't this delicacy dedicated to the king?"

...... On the roof of the tower blown by the cold wind, Shrell Lightlane, who was alone, stared blankly at the lively hall below, humming in a low voice, already distracted. (To be continued.) )