"I asked you...have you had dinner yet?"
Rody's injured hand trembled slightly and moved the bonfire a few times, staring at the barbecue on it, and asked in a very relaxed tone.
"No...no."
"If you don't have anything to eat, how about some?"
Taking the meat off the campfire casually, Suo Deluoer could see that it was a piece of lamb chops. Based on the surrounding scene, he could almost conclude that it was something the orcs looted from Cree Village—but after knowing this, he did not any appetite.
Rody seemed to know how he felt, so he didn't ask any more questions. He took a bite, his expression lost the smile just now, and when he stared at the bonfire, his eyes looked a little indifferent. He chewed the unappetizing lamb chops slowly, and after a long time, he continued: "Do you think it's inappropriate to eat this kind of food at this time?"
Suo Deluoer did not speak, but it can be regarded as acquiescing.
"You went to Cree Village first?"
"I just searched all the way from there, and there... there is no one alive."
"Well, the wolf cavalry never leaves anyone alive." Rody nodded and continued eating the lamb chops. "Speaking of it...I actually feel that everything has become easier after such a thing happened."
Soderol didn't understand what he was talking about, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Simple?"
"Yeah." Rody pointed at the shapeless corpse of Kesan next to him, and then raised the lamb chops in his hand, "Look, the matter is very simple in essence: the orcs want to eat, they kill, Massacred the village and snatched these things."
"As for me, I don't want them to eat ours and steal ours, so... I came to kill them and snatch them back."
Roddy's expression was very indifferent, but the words in Ke's mouth made Suo Deluoer's heart startled -
"This is the way this world is. Someone will always grab what you have. What should you do? Either kill those pretenders, or become such a loser."
He pointed to the orc corpses all over the ground, and sighed slightly.
"Oh, what a simple thing."
Standing beside him, Suo Deluoer didn't know how to start a conversation, but he was shocked in his heart-"If you provoke me, I will kill you", such a thing is easy to say, but it is not just what you want to do can do it. On the opposite side was the entire wolf cavalry camp, but Rody only had a scouting team of fifteen people. As a result of such a collision, all the orcs were wiped out
Luge came to report the battle situation. When he heard the result of the battle damage of "three people were slightly injured and no one was killed", he fully understood... The idea that he wanted to show the combat power of scouts in front of Rody seemed a bit ridiculous. .
Fifteen scouts killed thirty-three wolf cavalry with zero deaths.
Apart from "miracle", Suo Deluoer and his subordinates couldn't think of any other words to describe such a thing. The only words left in their minds were "standing up high", "worshiping", and "prostrating to the ground". such words.
"It's time for work, gather and go back to the village."
After finishing the lamb chops, Rody got up and wiped his mouth, as if he just had a working meal with his subordinates in a certain restaurant. When he turned his eyes to Soderol and the scouts behind him, it seemed that he remembered about the organization. He smiled and said: "Everyone, welcome to join the scout team of Nolan Village. But there may be some things that Soder Second Lieutenant Lore didn't explain it to you, so I will briefly mention it."
He cleared his throat, and under the orange light of the bonfire, the smiling expression became more and more unfathomable in the eyes of these "new members".
"In addition to patrolling the border and warning letters, we will always encounter some additional situations, so when such things happen... I can solve them by myself. I usually don't choose to go to the fortress to notify those knights."
"Do you understand?"
In front of the burning camp, Rody's understated words made these scouts who were originally proud and proud feel a breathtaking pressure for no reason. It also made them vaguely feel the paranoid self-confidence that was never shown behind those words.
...
Time passed, and before you knew it, mid-June had arrived.
The news that the border village was massacred by the orcs quickly spread throughout the Efta territory, but as Soderol expected, except for Kirk, the lord of the village, who was a little bit depressed by smashing his teeth and swallowing, the rest The aristocrats don't have any intention of "revenge" at all.
A verbal expression of indignation was enough, and even Lord Kirk himself didn't raise his voice to say that he wanted revenge from the orcs, so the others were naturally happy and quiet. While drinking and drinking at the wine table, the upper class and even the aristocrats would lament "these beastmen are really hateful" and "simply devoid of conscience", show their compassion, or brag about "if my territory is destroyed For such an incident, what should I do?" and so on.
Then, everything should be, or be.
Similar scenes were happening everywhere, but at a dinner party in Houlier City on June 17, Earl Francis did not seem to be interested in such things.
It was originally just a simple auction, but after a few bottles of aged wine were auctioned for a price of hundreds of gold coins, the main content of the banquet was the communication between the nobles and the ladies. And the discussion about the "Kerry Village" incident was naturally brought up among the nobles—
"Kirk will probably lose a lot of tax revenue this year. Finks Village and Kerry Village. Speaking of which, the orcs really pick places."
"I heard that Fort Conselton dispatched a large team to chase those orcs in the grassland. It seems that they really killed a lot of orcs."
"The baron is joking again... Those fortress cavalry are bluffing, but you and I really believe that they can catch up to the wolf cavalry and attack?"
"Hehehe, Mr. Durant, I just heard about it - if it is well-informed, we are all waiting for you to come and tell us a few words."
The earl headed by the small circle is named "Durant", who is considered a great lord under the Duke of Angmar, whose territory covers the northwest side of Efta, and Lord Kirk is his nobleman.
"Me? I have nothing to say. Conserton's group of guys ran not far away. They must have gotten lucky and bumped into a few wargs. They took a long time to catch some, and when they came back, they pretended to kill one." Like the Wolf Cavalry Squad, it’s really fortunate that they can say such a thing.”
"Is there such a thing? That wolf—"
"Worgs are not fake, maybe the wolf cavalry suddenly changed their minds, leaving a few unmoving wolves and going back to their lair?"
When such words were spoken, the nobles all smiled, not bothering to pursue further. At this time, Francis happened to pass by with a glass of wine, and the leader, Earl Durant, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Speaking of which, Earl Francis, I think the scout establishment established by the Luciferon family at the border does not seem to have much effect. Ah, when something like this happened, there was no resistance at all?"
This kind of question is a bit harsh. Obviously, the lords on the border don't like the duke's establishment of such an establishment on their territory-the scouting force is independent of the laws of the local lord. In fact, this kind of thing has always been controversial and contradictory. In the past The Duke of Angmar can be suppressed by virtue of his power, but now, the young Francis can't make these lords pay any attention at all.
So from a certain point of view, Durant's problem is already a pressure on the Luciferon family.
"Heh...Earl Durant is actually biased when he said that - the role of the scout itself is just an early warning. When the catastrophe in Cree Village happened, the scout troops probably gave a warning in advance, but those orcs are too powerful , No one in the entire scout force escaped. My people reported that those scouts had made tenacious resistance before they were killed... Obviously, they sacrificed their lives to protect the villagers. Such behavior should not be criticized. "
I have to say that Francis's brain is really good. He refuted the other party's point of view with a few words, and then used a "sacrifice" to settle the sex, so that the other party could no longer continue to talk about the topic of scouts—in fact, he naturally knew the real situation clearly. Chu, just can't say clearly.
Earl Durant smiled, until he had no intention of continuing to confront each other, he shrugged his shoulders,
The topic turned to this year's popular clothing and the jewelry works of a certain craftsman in the Southern Territory, and the matter of "scout weaving" was crossed without a trace.
And here, although Francis kept a smile on his face, he was already unhappy in his heart. The failure of the previous "deal" with Sarota has already planted a thorn in his heart. To be honest, being a "traitor" is not an easy task, because whenever someone talks about the danger of orcs, he feels inexplicably... Those people are beating around the bush and mocking themselves.
This is the common problem of traitors, anxiety, suspicion, and sensitive heart. When seeing everyone, they feel that the other party wants to expose themselves. Francis has been in a worse mood recently, and speaking of it, it's all because of his sister who is still alive.
He tried to find the mysterious person who rescued Sally, but the direction he searched seemed to be wrong. He thought it was the guardian knight of a certain nobleman in the territory-this kind of thinking is actually quite normal, because no one would think that a group of scouts can cause any trouble-so these days, he has been using his hands to investigate these Enter the noble guard, and every time he sees some hope, the final evidence proves that he has not found the right person.
Such aggrievedness troubled him very much, and Sally, who was quietly meditating in the monastery, made him even more uncertain.
Not in the mood to stay any longer, Francis left early and returned to the Duke's Mansion, but just as he was about to enter his room, he saw the butler Alpha bringing dinner to his father's bedroom.
He looked at the room he hadn't entered for a long time, and he didn't have the courage to step forward to face his father. Although the young Francis could kill his sister, he was afraid of his father from the bottom of his heart. But it still made him unable to cross the last "threshold".
Father killing and usurping the throne? Francis didn't dare—maybe he would have such an idea after a while, but at this moment, he still didn't dare to imagine such a possibility after all.
Standing in front of the corridor like this and hesitating for a long time, he found that the butler Alpha came out with a plate not long after entering. He was a little puzzled, and he asked aloud: "Father, he...doesn't want to eat?"
The housekeeper was a little surprised that he was still standing here, and immediately lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "My lord... He only ate a little and he didn't want to eat any more."
Francis moved his wrist, as if he wanted to take the plate and walk into the room, but in the end he restrained the desire, waved his hand and said, "It's okay...let the chef change a few dishes next time, I-I I'm leaving."
Taking a deep breath, Francis went straight back to his room, but the young count, who was preoccupied with how to fight Sally, didn't notice the gray light in the eyes of the butler behind him.