"Ed, how much food do you think we have in our hands right now?"

At the center of the feast, Ronan sat on the floor covered with a woolen blanket and asked Ed beside him.

"Huh?" Ed's attention was drawn from the boar's leg roasting on a huge campfire not far away, and he couldn't help but scratch his head and ponder his question.

"Probably, so much?" After struggling for a long time, Ed opened his hands and made a hugging motion.

It was abstract, but Ronan understood what he meant.

Ed was able to pick up the wagon, and the cart contained the food, so he was holding the food.

Okay, no problem.

Ronan twitched the corners of his mouth and patted him on the shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to stay with him and went to enjoy the feast with the other soldiers.

He began to be extremely glad that he had met Lao Motou on the road.

Otherwise, after the cold wind collar, it is estimated that all the government affairs will have to be checked and managed by him, and it will be difficult to find someone who can understand the numbers to help.

With the illiteracy rate of this era, the number of literate people is probably even rarer than that of knights.

But think about it from another angle, this is also a deliberate act of the nobles.

After all, how easy it is to manage a bunch of blind streams who don't know anything, it's not just what the nobles say.

The laws of the kingdom or something, only between the nobles and the nobles are effective, and the commoners can't understand it at all, and the content depends on the mouths of the local nobles, who make it up according to their mood.

Today I will charge you 30% tax, and tomorrow I will be in a bad mood, so I will find a reason to charge you another 40% tax.

Ronan withdrew his divergent thoughts and looked ahead.

Around the bonfire, which burned with bright red flames, soldiers raised their barbecued meat, hooked their shoulders with each other, and danced happily.

Ronan didn't go to join in the fun, he has been eating and living with his men on the way these days, and he has to worry about supplies and routes.

Now that he finally has someone to share in his burden, he needs to relax himself.

The knight's squire roasting the boar carefully cut the tender meat from the neck, cut it into small pieces, sprinkled it with spices, and served it in front of Ronan.

Next to the grilled meat is a platter made with freshly picked fruits, cut and topped with honey.

"It's a good bake." Ronan complimented him, "Okay, you can also go and enjoy the banquet, you don't have to wait next to me." ”

"No, no, my lord, I want to stay with you, it makes me happier than a banquet." The knight squire hurriedly shook his head, his expression a little anxious.

Ronan saw something different in his eyes.

Before, there was only obedience to the aristocracy, but now there is more worship of the powerful.

The other party was the knight's squire who guarded Ronan's side and helped him carry the bow in the previous battle.

He remembered his name as White.

After thinking about it, Ronan asked him to sit next to him, and with his excited expression he handed him the food and enjoyed it together.

After this devastating battle, the group of soldiers who followed Ronan was changing.

The merrily dancing soldiers enjoyed themselves, and from time to time began to chant Ronan's name, singing the praises of his feat of defeating the enemy.

The reason why the ten knight squires from the family were willing to follow him away was that they had no room to stand out in Triumph City, and on the other hand, it was entirely due to Ed's strength.

They obey Ronan, but that's about it.

The other fifty dockers were even simpler, even in Triumph City, the lives of the common people were still bad, the dirty and cramped conditions, the high-pressure and heavy work, and the low and scarce pay made them live an average life expectancy of only thirty-five years, and there was no hope for the future at all.

And when they left Triumph City, they had plenty of food, valuable weapons, and the promise of their lords for their future, under the sound of training day after day.

Feeling the neat steps of their peers and themselves, a sense of belonging is slowly born in their hearts.

This sense of belonging and pride reached its peak when they easily crushed the enemy army and witnessed the power of their lord kill three powerful knights with three arrows.

And tonight's banquet, even more so.

Ronan looked out to the periphery of the banquet, where the 60 militiamen who had surrendered to him from Viscount Claude were quietly leaning together.

Although they were also given plenty of food, they did not dare to make a loud noise at the feast, and quietly ate the bread in their hands, while looking with envy at the merrily and cheerful soldiers inside.

Soldiers who are watched tend to make louder noises and make their dance moves more visible.

Ronan looked at this scene and nodded in satisfaction, thinking that the effect was not bad.

Although the previous engagement was not a full-fledged battle at all, and lacked experience in brutal combat, this group of soldiers was still insufficient in combat power to withstand the blow of defeat.

But at least there was a good start.

Confidence is brewing, loyalty is already budding.

Any strong army is slowly cultivated from weakness by relying on victory after victory, relying on a sense of belonging to faith and strict military discipline.

If you really want to give him an elite army of the kingdom, Ronan can't command it, and he has to be the most relieved to bring it out by himself.

"The preparation of the banquet food was great." Ronan looked at the other person beside him.

In order to show that he valued him, Ronan asked Old Mo to sit on his right.

It represents that in this banquet, his status is second only to himself.

"From now on, you will be the great butler of the Cold Wind Leader, and I will make everyone else obey your orders in terms of management."

Old Motou's expression did not change much, but he knelt down towards him meticulously, performing the etiquette of swearing allegiance.

Ronan hurriedly helped him up and handed him his own food.

This is a rare high-end talent in this era, and it is much more useful than knights for the development of the territory.

In particular, the current situation of the cold wind collar may be poor and white, and many things have to be restarted.

At this time, the old Mo Tou, who has a lot of experience, can save him from taking several years of detours.

This is a realm that Ronan has never touched, so he will not rely on the advantage of a traverser to despise the people of this era.

In the end, all he has is a broad vision of the future, but it is up to these local professionals to implement specific matters.

Ronan decided to let Lao Motou sit in his carriage in the next trip, on the one hand, let his soldiers pay attention to his status, and facilitate Lao Motou's command.

On the other hand, although Ronan recognizes his ability, he has to defend against others, and he needs to further confirm the loyalty of the other party.

Take it with you, and if you really have a problem, you can solve it in time.

Sitting back in his seat, he picked up the fork and just wanted to eat, only to find that he had no choice but to find that he had no food to eat when two plates of food were handed out.

Fortunately, White noticed this in time, and quickly got up and helped him cut some roast meat.