"Long live Crag Rock City!" one of the people shouted.

In this world, in order to express the highest respect for the lord, people will get emotional, and they will shout long live such and such a city. On the battlefield, when a charge is launched, the general will also shout long live such and such a city in order to boost morale.

In a short period of time, the shouts of long live Rock City fluttered in the sky above Rock City, and it didn't stop for a long time.

For the first time in generations in Westerling.

Never before have people embraced Rock so from the bottom of their hearts.

The crowd is surging and excited!

A professional soldier is a beautiful job.

Tax cuts or even exemptions are a blessing.

And in the season of milk outbreak, the lord pays for the milk of his people, which is even more beneficial.

None of the people thought about a very simple question: the Westerlings were a family with no money, and they had fallen, where did they get so much money to raise their soldiers, where did they get so much money to buy milk, and in order to improve their status and become true nobles, both Madame Hillbell and his brother Rover Spaiser gave up running a lucrative spice business.

To be a spice merchant is to be looked down upon by the aristocracy.

In order not to be 'looked down upon' by the aristocracy, the Spicers gave up their spice business in Lannishaven, the business that had made their ancestors rich.

The people didn't think about the lord's question, and the man who had a surplus of labor in the family was already asking Renard Westerling about the time of the conscription.

Renard's guards immediately ran upstairs to ask Lord Magic Mountain.

Magic Mountain did not decide to strike while the iron was hot, he said: "Five days later, the first batch of 300 soldiers will be recruited. Ten days later, the second group of 300 soldiers began, and fifteen days later, the third group of 300 soldiers began. Ages from 15 to 40 years old, particularly strong, basic in swordsmanship and horsemanship, or with special skills, such as blacksmiths who can strike iron, stonemasons who can open stones, carpenters who can make furniture, horses who can calculate and can read, will relax the age of xiànzhì. ”

*

At noon, the atmosphere in the restaurant was unusual.

The knights ate inside the dining room, while the soldiers ate at the long tables in the large room outside the dining room. A long table can seat 200 people. There were seven such long tables, which shows that the number of people who ate at the time of the Westerling family was more than 1,000.

"Lord Magic Mountain, I'm curious, you want to recruit nine hundred soldiers, where will your money come from?" Count Damon asked pleasantly. He was holding a fork in his left hand, not chopsticks. After losing his right hand, the Count vowed never to eat with chopsticks again. Grasping chopsticks with his unaccustomed left hand, the earl's chopsticks will fall to the ground.

"Weapons and armor are barely lacking. Count Gavin said sullenly.

The Westerling family's cellar still exists, though the weapons have accumulated dust on them. Get it out, make up what should be repaired, repair what should be repaired, grind what should be grinded, and there are still a thousand sets of armor and weapons in stock.

Magic Mountain said: "Count Damon, don't you know that Duke Tywin has replaced iron with wood, and now the good swords and armor can be purchased by the slightly wealthier people. ”

"Hehe, okay. I'm sure the old Westerlings can dig up some rusty armor and some rusty swords out of their armory, so how many months can you sustain these people with food, clothing, marching training, and military pay?"

"I can't support it for a month. Magic Mountain said lightly.

Count Damon frowned, and said to Count Leo: "Count Leo, are you going to lend money to Lord Magic Mountain to raise soldiers?"

"Yes, two golden dragons!" said Count Leo solemnly.

The Earl was naturally joking, and the two golden dragons he said were naturally making fun of the stupid thing that Moshan had given to a stupid woman who was carrying logs two golden dragons this morning.

"Oh, if Lord Moshan needs to borrow money, I am also willing to give Lord Moshan two golden dragons generously, and I don't have to pay it back. Count Damon laughed.

Count Gavin's face turned the color of a pig's liver.

Madame Shebevel bit her lip and opened her mouth, and she glanced at Jenny, but said nothing. Madame Shebell had so much to say, but with two nasty counts here, it was better not to say it, lest she bring shame upon herself.

This made Count Gavin even more pleasant. It also made Count Leo feel very good.

Count Leo said, "Count Gavin, Lady Hibbel, Lady Jeanne, and Sir Gregor have made an impulse this morning! ”

Moshan smiled: "Count Damon, Count Leo, I don't have money, and my father-in-law and mother-in-law don't have money, but I want to ask, do you know if Duke Tywin is rich?"

Damon held a piece of beef in the air, "Magic Mountain, you mean that Duke Tywin will give you money to train your soldiers? ”

"I don't know, Count Damon, you are the cousin of Duke Tywin, and you should ask Duke Tywin in person about this question. ”

Count Damon's face froze.

In the air, it was as if someone had slapped him in the invisible face.

His right hand was cut off, and it was a good day for Adam Malbran to return to Imprint City, and the letter to Duke Tywin must have been sent out, but Duke Tywin of Castle Rock City did not release ravens to Crag Rock City to rebuke the Magic Mountain.

Why?

This is a delicate question.

Count Leo is also a personal spirit, and he immediately sensed that everything that the Magic Mountain said would never be false. Maybe Duke Tywin won't give much money to Magic Mountain, but since Magic Mountain said so, then the Duke will definitely help Magic Mountain build this army in some way.

As for why?

What the Duke is going to do, Count Leo is not qualified to ask why.

Count Leo laughed: "Sir Gregor, what I said just now about lending you two golden dragons is a joke, Earl Gavin, Lady Hibbel, Sir Gregor must have some kind of support from Duke Tywin since he dared to announce the decree so boldly." Earl Gavin is Sir Gregor's father, and Duke Tywin is also Sir Gregor's father. Sir Gregor was so clever that he said nothing, and then suddenly announced, and at last came to see our astonished reaction. Haha, hahaha!"

Count Gavin and the old man of Seeber also smiled slightly, with a soothing look of embarrassment. Hibel's eyes asked her husband, and Count Gavin replied that he didn't know how the Magic Mountain would settle the money for raising soldiers. As for Duke Tywin giving money to the Magic Mountain as the father of the Magic Mountain, Count Gavin did not believe it at all.

Count Damon's mouth suddenly filled with bitterness, he threw away his knife and fork, and scolded: "Damn, these dishes are so unpalatable, Count Gavin, your chef should cut off his head!"

*

In the afternoon, the sun sets.

On the northeastern official road of Crag Rock City, the bull and Bernie walk together.

Bernie looked around and saw that there were no acquaintances in the same village, and that the official road was full of strangers, and he asked the bull for money.

"Give me the golden dragon. Bernie shouted at the bull.

The bull didn't take out the golden dragon: "Bernie, lord recruit, professional soldier, you come to be a soldier, I farm at home, I want to use this golden dragon to buy a pony, and then I can come to Crag Rock City to see you at any time." ”

"It will be three days before I become a soldier. Bernie said roughly, "Give me the golden dragon first." ”

"You come to sign up as a soldier, and I will give you the golden dragon. The bull insisted, "so that our family can have cows at ease." We will not pay taxes and pay grain this year on the land we plant, and if we work hard for a year, our family will have money and food. ”

Bernie was furious, seeing that there were more people coming and going around him, he restrained his temper: "Give me the golden dragon quickly, you stupid woman." ”

The bull looked into Bernie's eyes: "Lord Gregor said that anyone with special skills will be given preferential treatment, you will imitate all kinds of voices, and you can be Lord Grego's personal bodyguard." ”

"You know, he won't ask me to be a guard, he needs someone who is proficient in swordsmanship. ”

"Yes, when Sir Gregor is tired, the knights and knights of Crag Rock City need your wonderful performance when they have a birthday party. Bernie, your specialty is unique, and Sir Gregor will be stunned by what you are capable of. Sign up for the military in three days and show the recruiter what you're good at. ”

“...... Okay......" Bernie held out his hand to the bull.

The bull took a golden dragon out of his bosom and placed it in Bernie's hand.

Bernie put the golden dragon in his purse and put his hand in front of the bull.

When a bull carried a piece of wood, he earned not one golden dragon, but two.