Hearing Arthur's words, Edwin gestured to his squad leader.

Immediately, the squad leader jumped onto the specially prepared cart - under the cart where the horses had already untied the reins, a wooden box was placed to keep it balanced, and the wooden boxes were also placed on the cart, but they were stacked in the same way as the bottom three, the middle two, and the first.

A makeshift watchtower was thus formed.

And the squad leader's eyesight is good enough, and after just a few seconds of looking, he can see everything clearly.

"It's the aristocracy, the bastards of West Berlin and Einjas!"

The team leader whispered a report on the situation.

Arthur clearly heard the squad leader's address to the Marquis of West Berlin and the Marquis of Einhaas, not only without honorifics or honorifics, but also with contempt and insult in his tone.

Although the authority of the nobility was greatly reduced after the 'Pioneer Era', the title was still very bold - including Nanlos, it was still necessary to refer to the nobility in public with honorifics, but in the new law, those who violated it were subject to caning.

Of course, most of the time, everyone's address to the nobility is no longer so straightforward, just to express it.

But like this squad leader, the vast majority of people don't dare.

After all, whipping hurts on your body.

And this squad leader's indifference naturally stems from the 'Lady of the Long Night'.

Arthur could well imagine how Malinda, who had recently been troubled by the Marques of West Berlin and the Marquis of Einhaas, had cursed in private.

Unfortunately, he didn't see it.

Otherwise, he would definitely take advantage of the situation to tease and stimulate Malinda's nerves.

It's just a simple ridicule between friends, and it's definitely not because Malinda said that the 'Credos family' can't be without Muggles, there must be a weakness.

He, Arthur. Credos, as a young, upright, simple and kind 'medium', how could he hold such a grudge?

Illusions, all illusions.

Arthur thought with great certainty, and at the same time, began to adjust himself.

Compared with the previous two sets of appetizers, this time it was the main meal.

He had to put all his energy into coping.

Perhaps, the nobles hated it.

However, the aristocracy was also strong.

Relying on the bloodline talent, as well as the accumulated knowledge and wealth, whether others admit it or not, these guys are the superior people in the world in front of them.

Even with the rise of gunpowder, it was the 'Pioneer Era'.

And, for a long time afterward, it will remain that way.

Rising gunpowder?

There is a 'mysterious side', which is destined to be suppressed.

Unless......

There is a war that sweeps the world, and all the nobles are overwhelmed and have to activate more ordinary people.

Only then will gunpowder rise in the true sense of the word, and burst out with a power that will catch the nobles off guard.

Right now?

Naturally, it is according to the rules.

Standing in front of the mountain stream, Arthur watched in the distance two parallel but distinct groups of cavalry—thirty-one in each team, led by a swallowtail flag.

The eagle on the blue swallowtail flag spreads its wings and its eyes are as sharp as knives.

The two long swords crossed on the red swallowtail flag, revealing their edges.

The former represents the Marquis of West Berlin.

The latter represents the Marquis of Einjas.

Da-da-da-da!

The sound of horses' hooves and the friction of armor formed a special rhythm, and under the westerly sun, the armor of the whole body reflected dazzling brilliance.

This light shone on everyone present.

Except, armor in themselves.

Edwin stood behind Arthur one step behind, and the coachman narrowed his eyes to give himself a clearer look at the two groups of cavalry, gesturing with his right hand hidden behind his back.

Immediately, except for the twenty people who had left after buying food and materials, the remaining 130 people quickly took action.

After one hundred and thirty men pushed the carriages, arranged in two parallel rows at intervals of less than two meters, fifty of them began to mount.

The remaining eighty people are divided into left, center, and right formations to stand.

Thirty people in the middle, twenty-five people on the left and right, led by their respective captains, squatted in the front row, half squatted in the back row, and the last row stood up straight, raising the fire guns in their hands in unison.

Of the fifty-man convoy members on the horse, five elites had already rushed out.

It's not a rush.

It's scouting.

Their mission is to scout for ambushes and traps around them.

If so, report it.

If not, give out the signal, and the subsequent cavalry will detour around the rear or cut diagonally.

While the members of the convoy were in a repulsive formation with carts, the cavalry of the Marquis of West Berlin and the Marquis of Einhaas continued to advance.

As the convoy members lined up, the cavalry of the Marquis of West Berlin and the Marquis of Einhaas slowed their advance.

When the cavalry of the members of the convoy sent out scouts, the cavalry of the Marquis of West Berlin and the Marquis of Einhaas stopped their advance.

Not cowardice!

We are not here for war!

Carral, Marquis Einjas's envoy, told herself, but the eyes that stared at the convoy of the 'Lady of the Long Night' were like beasts that had chosen to devour people.

Caral swears in his aristocratic honor that the so-called merchant escort in front of him is the army!

Moreover, it is an army of veterans who have been trained entirely in elite army mode and have participated in more than one battle!

Look at the skillful horsemanship, and the composure when facing the cavalry pressure, and the response of the commander, which has surpassed the private soldiers of most nobles.

"Damn it!

What does she want to do?

She's got an army! ”

Unable to bear it, Caral burst into foul language regardless of his demeanor.

As far as he knew, the 'Lady of the Long Night' could be escorted by a caravan of nearly a thousand people, of course, it was claimed to protect the growing caravan business, if these thousand people were veterans of this level, it would be enough to give the local lord a headache anywhere.

By the way, this lady has four private islands in the South Los Islands.

It is claimed to be a sugarcane plant.

Although sugar cane is also produced, that doesn't stop the island from having a similar escort, right?

What's more, this lady also has the 'Long Night' as her flagship, a three-way fleet of thirty-seven large ships.

These three ocean-going fleets numbered about 5,000 men......

Thinking about the secret information coming from within the family, Jimt couldn't help but sigh.

"Tut-tut, what a terrible woman!

South Los is such a scary place!

A tigress was scary enough, and now here comes another one......

It's really dangerous! ”

Jimt's mouth said this, but his eyes passed over the members of the convoy and looked at the conspicuous black figure in the crowd, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes—

'Arthur?

I've finally met you! ’

(End of chapter)