When Kuran was wondering about Brando's weird proposal, Antitina went to an abandoned manor near Fir City with Akane. The carriage of the two ladies drove into the depths of the manor and was received by a few mercenaries who had been waiting there. When they got out of the carriage, they saw the noisy group of young people on the empty ground not far away at first glance.
This manor has been renovated nearly a month ago. The abandoned broken wall was refurbished with a wooden wall, but now its scale is much larger than in the past. Red pine has been planted on the periphery. It can grow into a lush greenery, enough to obscure all the sights in the manor.
There is a secret sentry in the pine forest, which can support each other with the bright post on the wooden fence. It is tightly guarded. It is a secret camp chosen by Brando and a training camp for the white lion infantry in the future.
The manor is divided into two parts. A quarter of the southeast was provided to Brando’s mercenary members and adventurers as dormitories. These people will protect the manor and maintain order before the first batch of white lion infantry grows up. In the future, Brando Many intend to incorporate them into this emerging army, or transfer them to other places.
But it depends on how loyal Kerencia is to this group.
It is the handsome middle-aged mercenary head that is responsible here.
Kerencia originally had some suspicions about Brando’s transfer of him out of Fir City, but after learning about the significance of this place to Brando’s community in the future, he quickly realized that this was not alienation but reuse. .
The leader of the large group immediately became active and arranged the camp affairs in an orderly manner. Brando is very accurate, and Kerencia's level of commanding combat can only be said to be mediocre, but this thoughtful man has a talent that ordinary people can't match in logistics.
This can be seen from the orderliness of the camp. Everything is in order. The sentinels who are responsible for guarding are less likely to see the bad habits of the past, although they were either mercenaries or mercenaries a month ago. Adventurer.
Of course, there are inevitably some exceptions—
After getting off the carriage, Antitina stood under the shade of the red tree beside the carriage, and Qian, who protected her, stood silently beside them—the tree species beside them was the evergreen hard-leaf tree species commonly seen in Tonigle. The evergreen tree of the genus Tsubaki can dye this area a dark green color even in winter. The noble daughter is standing in the shade of this dark green tree, watching the noisy scene on the clearing not far away.
There are about sixty young people there.
The mercenaries are maintaining order on the playground, but the young people are mostly selected from among the locals. They have not seen much of the world. When they saw a carriage stopped by the road in the shade of the trees, and from above A noble daughter walked down, and suddenly became agitated.
"Look, aristocratic lady over there!"
"How could the noble lady show her face in such a place."
"Is it the lord's daughter?"
"Fuck you, Lord Lord is young, I have seen it!"
"That's the fiancée."
"It's still possible."
The whispering discussion inevitably fell into Antitina's ears. She listened silently, and then looked back at Qian, "What?" The girl put her red ponytail for a moment, and looked back at this woman. Miss daughter.
"Nothing," Antitina replied, turning her head back.
She looked at the young men. This was one of Lord Lord’s plans. The plan for the formation of the White Lion infantry was on Tonigel’s agenda from the beginning; but the establishment of a strong army was not accomplished overnight. Brando planned to train in advance. A group of young people will serve as the backbone of the future White Lion Corps-not only the officer system, but also his own guard knights.
Most of these young people come from nearby areas—the sons of tenant farmers, handicraftsmen or small merchants, and some also come from the manor, descendants of gentry, or mercenaries or adventurers.
However, they have a common feature, that is, they are not more than twenty years old, and some are even teenagers. They are like a blank sheet of paper, full of plasticity.
They stood there, whispering and discussing, full of anxiety and curiosity about the future; they came here only three or four days, only experienced simple training, perhaps they have eaten a whip in the hands of mercenaries. It warns of the importance of discipline, but the body still inevitably carries the youthfulness and restlessness.
There are only a few young men born in mercenaries or gentry families who are slightly calm. Standing there, they are incompatible with their surroundings, and they can easily attract the attention of aristocratic daughters.
"Who are those people?" she asked.
"Children in the nearby manor." The mercenary next to him replied.
"Children of the manor?" Antitina was surprised. The children of the manor were all descendants of the gentry, how could they come here
"It ran out secretly."
It turned out to be the sons of the nobles who were looking for stimulation, and the daughters of the nobles looked at those few people. "Have you investigated?" Her words are actually redundant. Since they have come here, they have lost the room to advance and retreat. These people will be sent to the Black Forest, no matter what kind of mentality they have.
Antitina only hopes that these young people will not regret their choice.
She took out the pocket watch from her arms—this pocket watch was also given to him by Brando. Although it was only a silver-plated pocket watch that was not very valuable, she had been using it carefully, treating it as if it was a treasure and did not intend to change it.
She opened the watch cover, and the time on the dial was approaching eleven o'clock in the morning.
She raised her head and saw a mercenary on the playground running towards this side; the mercenary came to her and stopped, put one hand on her chest and saluted her, and then replied, "It's almost there, miss." —"
Antitina nodded.
The mercenary saluted her again, then turned and ran back.
She took a breath, blinked quietly, and saw four caravans approaching on the other side of the clearing.
This kind of carriage is of course different from the four-wheeled carriages used by the nobles. They are more like large-scale inferior goods than those exquisite like handicrafts. Originally, this kind of caravans were merchants and Used by farmers to transport goods.
However, the mercenaries didn’t care about their purpose. They numbered the young people one after the other, recorded them in the book and issued the number plates, and then drove these young people onto the wagon-the number plate is Brando imitating the Schafflund Silver Mine. The craftsmanship is also made of wood, but under the seemingly poor workmanship, there is a magic mark engraved by Tamar. You can tell the authenticity through a red crystal engraved with the detection magic.
This kind of crystal is held in the hands of several persons in charge of this plan, but except for Brando, which is permanent, the crystals in the hands of other people are time-sensitive products that must be replaced regularly.
After the young people got in the car one by one, the clearing fell silent, as if all the discussions that existed before were illusions, Antitina only then let out a sigh of relief.
She saw the last person getting in the car, and then turned around and said to Akane, "Let's get in the car too."
"Aren't we with them?" the red-haired girl asked.
"We are going on the other side," Antitina turned and walked towards the carriage, while quietly replied: "Lord Lord's whereabouts are a secret. We can't let other people see our carriage."
The red-haired girl nodded, and she took a close look at the lady of the staff, and she admired the subtlety of the other person in her heart.
"Do you want to go?" She followed, and asked behind Antitina.
"what?"
"Black Forest."
Antitina stopped, but this time she did not answer.
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Black Forest Frontier—
When Brando got out of the carriage, feeling the lazy afternoon sun, he couldn't help but stretch his bones. He raised his head and watched the sun's rays cross the tips of the rows of black pines to form a dazzling halo, and the sparse sunlight in the forest fell on the grass.
Then he heard a complaint from behind: "I knew your kid was uneasy and kind."
Brando turned his head and saw Kuran jumping out of the carriage with a depressed look. The old man has rarely worn a uniform since he left the Schafflund silver mine. He has a wide range of long swords, short swords and daggers. He also brought a short bow and a quiver. He looked more like an adventurer. Not a traveler.
He took a deep breath. Although the Black Forest is full of dangers, the air is rarely refreshing. Although the air in the forest is cold and humid, it has a freshness of vegetation.
Kuran lowered his head and saw that his riding boots were stepping on the thick meadow. He stomped his feet so that the snakes, insects, rats and ants scattered under the soil.
"Centipede, scorpion..." the old man said while shaking his head: "This is really a ghost place."
"I heard that in the November War, you also had the experience of fighting outside the border of civilization." Brando asked back.
"Don't even mention that experience." Kuran was a little bit embarrassed to look back. The tragedy of the November War sometimes made them have to retreat into the Black Forest to fight. That was the only time commanders designed recklessly after Epoch. Tactics: Both sides of the war were blushing, like two dying beasts strangling each other's throats, but no one was able to get to the other side's death first.
The fierceness of the war surpassed the imagination of future generations. A battle often ended up with only a few dozen people in the army, and even a few people survived. It is common for corpses to be on the battlefield and dozens of miles across the wild. .
In most cold weapon battles, it was a hell-like scene.
Brando knew it, and didn't mention it again.
But the third one to jump out of the carriage was Kaglisi. The young man got out of the carriage last. He grabbed Mordenkain from the driver's seat and dragged the poor element to make the apprentice walk a short distance into the forest. .
"Let go of me!" The man who has the duck as the envoy protested loudly, but in terms of strength, he could not be an opponent of an advanced swordsman.
Kaglisi ignored this guy. He looked around and took a deep breath: "This is the Black Forest?"
"Why, not satisfied?" Kuran turned around angrily.
"It looks similar to the forest of Harragher Mountain." Kaglisi looked at the depths of the forest curiously, which was as dark as a dark oil painting.
"Hmph, I hope you don't regret it."
"Regret?" Kaglisi shook his head, and he turned his head and grinned: "I still have a little bit at first, but not at all now. Entering the Black Forest adventure, why didn't I think of it before?"
"That's because you were just a little madman before, and you haven't met this big madman." Kuran glanced at Brando and slandered in his heart.
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