The golden sun sank into the earth, the sky was dyed with a brilliant glow, and the sound of chirping came from the desolate earth, which was piercing and unpleasant, so that even the eagles flying by did not want to stay here.

The servants lit candles in the castle of Severcore, which were the favorite of the lords, and the bright candles evoked beautiful associations, and could be decorated with fine silverware or other works of art, even in the emperor's palace in the past, only thick torches and oil lamps could be used, these things were very dangerous, and if you were not careful, it was a disaster. You can imagine how calm people were in the face of fire or smoky rooms – coughing in a room was rude for both the host and the guests.

The soldiers brought by the lords from all walks of life are gathered behind the first wall, because of the fact that Severcro is located in the mountains, the resources are not rich, the land is not fertile, and the population and taxes have always been the biggest headache for the Best family, but now it is better, at least these big-headed soldiers will not be allowed to sleep in the pigsty, and the knights will not have to go to the straw pile to admiral, although they can't live in the castle, but they can have a shelter from the wind and rain. If it doesn't work, let the people sleep in the pigsty - the knights are here to save Shijie, and there is no reason for these saviors to sleep in that kind of place.

"Tut-tut, golden lion, black falcon, evergreen one-horned, thorny rose......" A soldier sitting on the watchtower, while drinking wine, while happily looking at the spire of the castle, there are a bunch of colorful flags, all kinds of patterns can be said to be everything, these were originally made for eye-catching patterns, put together but not so conspicuous: "How many big people came this time?"

"Who knows? I heard that both the north and the south are coming. A brother in the robe beside him snatched the flask from his hand with disdain: "But they are not big people, except for a few, most of them are just a group of hillbillies, and they have never seen anything in the world!"

"It seems that even the Caesarea lord of the north has come, the Roman. The soldier said in a sly manner, "This is the one who sells glass and olives!"

"Oh, I've heard people say that the Romans were very fond of business. Pao Ze took a sip of wine: "They have made a fortune, and now who in the north does not know Caesarea?

"That is, what are they here for? So rich, don't they all say that the richer people are, the more afraid of death?" the soldier muttered to himself in confusion: "Anyway, even if Savincro is gone, it has nothing to do with Caesarea!"

"God knows what these people think?" the soldier rolled his eyes, then hahadaxiao said, "Or, do they think they are saviors?!"

The two soldiers continued to drink the shoddy ale, sat on the tower with the north wind as their companion, looked out at the distant horizon, and clutched their broken weapon, which they relied on to save the whole of the North, though they did not know it, and never regarded themselves as "saviors"!

In the evening, the sound of trumpets was heard in all directions, and the gates of the castle were opened. The invited lords entered the hall one after another, dressed like proud knights, and found a chair around the hall to sit down.

Originally, the old butler of Severcro had prepared a beautiful long table, but later found that this was not realistic—although there were not many lords who came, there were definitely not many, and there were large and small, and the long table alone could not highlight the dignity of their status, so he simply placed all the chairs on both sides of the hall and formed a large circle, and the long table in the middle was placed with some exquisite food and wine at his disposal.

This brilliant idea amazed all the gentlemen in attendance, and regarded it as a model banquet for the new era. Only Theodore had been looking at the old butler with suspicion, and he always felt that this guy who had come up with the buffet method was a time-traveler.

Grilled steak, suckling pig, savory stews and mushroom broths, pepper sausages, smoked chicken, spice-stuffed pies, full of ale in clay pots, strips of bread garnished with sesame seeds, roast leg of lamb with golden colours...... A variety of delicacies filled the table, leaving many of the little lords who had little hope to be dazzled.

Although the land in the north is fertile, there is still a big gap with the south, the transportation is inconvenient, and the products are still very limited, although these small lords also have a small town and several farms under their hands, but the standard of living is like that. It was not the first time that Theodore had heard these people whisper something in surprise: "Oh my God, there is so much salt!" and something like that, and he even saw a few people secretly stuffing pies into their sleeves, probably intending to bring them back to their hometowns so that their families could taste them.

"How's it going? Lord Julian!" Brennus asked with a smile as he paced over with his glass of wine, "or did I disturb your alone time?"

"No, nothing, just a little surprised. Theodore smiled and pointed to the crowd on the other side who were laughing very strongly: "That young knight from Salion is so popular!"

As Theodore had said, several fellows in their thirties and forties were talking and laughing around the young man whom Brennus called the "Golden Lion," and there was a lot of flattery in their words, and the laughter was incessant.

"Salald Urtok, the eldest son of the old lion, I heard that he was quite strategic, but he didn't expect that the old thing would let him replace him, it seems that the old lion is already old!" Brenus sighed, and then pouted disdainfully: "But those guys didn't go to him because of this, they just asked for something!"

"Something?"

"Yes, it's the Salion War Horse, known as the knight's war horse, also known as the 'Lion War Horse', because only Salion has it, and the banner of the Ultok family is the Golden Lion!" Brenus explained to Theodore while drinking wine: "Both speed and endurance are the best, unmatched! And this kind of horse weighs half a ton alone! With special protective gear, no one can stop it!"

"You now know that these guys are so excited after he came!" Brenus curled the corners of his mouth into a very mocking arc: "Because as long as there are knights equipped with lion warhorses, orcs are no longer invincible!"

"This is probably one of the reasons why everyone in Weishenme attaches so much importance to Savencro, right?" Theodore guessed with his chin in his hand, "Savencro is missing, and the next one is Salion to the west!"

"Exactly!" the old duke nodded thoughtfully.

Theodore smiled, took another wine glass from the table next to him, and took a sip, although he was quite interested in the kind of war horse that seemed to sound very powerful, but now was not a good time, but he vaguely felt that it was not too easy to get this kind of war horse.

"I just heard good news from Best, perhaps you've heard of it, Knights of the Dawn. Brennus pulled Theodore and whispered, "You know what?"

"Hmm. Theodore nodded: "I've heard Elendil mention it, it seems that the whole army has been wiped out, right?"

"That's them!" Brenus laughed, "they're still alive!"

"After the Grand Master of the Knights of Dawn was killed, the Flag Bearer and the Knight Steward fled to the west in the south of the Empire with less than a fifth of the remaining men, where they were helped by the dwarves and barely survived by using the Empire's Holy War Fort as their base camp. Thinking of the fate of these people, Brenus couldn't help but sigh: "The Knights of the Dawn, which were once illustrious, can only survive now, but they have been trying to find a way to contact this side and assist those refugees in the south, and I heard that it has been quite fruitful!"

"Wait, you just said the dwarves?" Diodore couldn't help but interject, the things in the game in his previous life made him care a lot about these, even if the orcs were forgotten, there were still dwarves?

Isn't the magician going to appear next? Doesn't this book say that it's only about cold weapon warfare?!

"Aha! I knew you would have this expression!" Brenus laughed very childishly when he saw Theodore's surprised look, but after seeing the young man's gloomy expression, he hastened to explain it to him.

"Actually, I used to deal with these guys when I was younger, and I thought they were all short, but after reading them, I realized that this was not the case. ”

"It's true that these guys aren't that tall, but they're 160 centimeters on average, and they really call them 'dwarves' because their proportions are really incompatible. The old duke held back a smile and said: "They probably don't have necks, the whole person is fat like the flesh on their bodies is squeezed together, the head is the size of one-third of the body, but the legs are very short, and because of this, the dwarves have not developed any cavalry, because the only creature that can let them step up is the pangolin......!

"However, although these guys look stupid, they are much better than our jishu and skills in terms of forging and mining, and because of this, many dwarves are very powerful, and their heavy infantry is indeed very powerful!" said the old duke, "It is said that they also found a burning stone that can be used as firewood. However, despite this, the dwarves have never been able to develop, because these guys are notoriously stubborn, even within the clan, and the dwarf population is mostly divided by cities, and the dwarves rarely interact with each other. These stubborn and stinky stones, when I dealt with them back then, no matter how much I spent talking to them, it was in vain!"

Stones that can be burned?

Coal?

Speaking of which, Theodore also discovered that charcoal, whether it was a foundry or an ordinary civilian blacksmith shop in the territory, was much more environmentally friendly than coal, but this era did not require environmental protection, and the quality of steel forged from charcoal was not as good as that of coal.

After all, the quality of steel determines the quality of armor and weapons, and good armor and weapons can greatly increase the chances of survival of soldiers, especially recruits!

And a well-trained recruit can become the most trustworthy veteran as long as he has experienced the battlefield once and survived!

It seems that we will have to find a way to get some coal from the dwarves in the future. Theodore thought so, and listened absentmindedly as the old duke told him "the story of his youth."

"Yo, Brennus, you're here!" a voice came from the side.

"Malbert! it's you!" Grand Duke Brenus stood up, walked over excitedly, and clinked glasses vigorously with the lord named Malbert: "How's it going, are you doing well?!"

"It's just that I'm not dead!" Malbert shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "The orc's sledgehammer won't kill me!"

"Haha! I know!You're much better than Old Best!That guy is talking to me about how powerful orcs are now~,hahaha!" the Duke daxiao patted him on the shoulder, and the other party was obviously used to his enthusiasm, so he didn't say much, just drank.

"Come on, I'll introduce you!" the Duke pulled him over to Theodore and stretched out his hand: "This is Earl Malbert, Lord of Harringus, this guy is quite powerful!" Brenus introduced loudly: "As for this one, it is ......"

"I know!" Malbert suddenly grabbed the old duke very excitedly, and looked at Theodore nervously: "I know the name of this 'Excellency', needless to say!"

"Hmm, you know?" Brenus said curiously, and then spread his hands very casually: "That's right, I introduced it!"

"Do you know me?" Theodore looked at him quizzically, trying to remember where he had seen this man, "but I'm sorry, I ......"

"It's okay! It's really okay! It's normal, you probably are, it's unlikely to remember me!" Malbert looked neurotic, his words were abrupt, and he was a little convulsive, and he took Brennus's hand next to him, and asked without turning his face, "Can I be alone with this 'Excellency' for a while?"

"Are you alright? Or are you stupid to let the orcs knock it out?" the duke looked at the middle-aged friend in front of him worriedly, and his heart jumped: "I think you should need a doctor!"

"Is that okay? Do I have that honor?!" Malbert asked with a slight bowing nod of his head as if pleading, ignoring the old duke's question.

"Well, of course you can!" Theodore didn't know what to say, and the lord named Malbert was like crazy, with an indescribable fervor in his eyes.

"Oh ——, God, Radiant Cross bless!" Brenus shook his head, ignoring his friend.

Malbert happily led Theodore towards his own room, and deliberately made a gesture of "please" that only his subordinates had when they met the emperor, and after letting Theodore into the room, he sneakily peeked out of the door, and then carefully closed the door.

"The ......"

Before Theodore could finish speaking, Malbert turned around and held Theodore's hands tightly, his eyes wide open, nervous but full of anticipation.

"Bixia, why are you here?!"

“？！......”

(Empty display of writer's curing skills: scattered flowers for reward~!ask for collection~)