The hustle and bustle of the pier, the bustling flow of people, and the smell of the sea and rum in the air.
The carriage slowly drove into the port, while Leylin watched the busy scene outside through the small window above the carriage.
Sailors, farmers, mercenaries, adventurers, all kinds of characters began to fall into his eyes, and it was quickly distinguished which ones had good strength, and which ones were harboring ulterior motives.
Due to his immersion in learning spells, Leylin rarely even came out of the manor, let alone came here.
"Now it seems that the Faolan family has managed this place even more than I expected, and it is understandable to attract some coveted children."
"Huh?! There are even bards!"
Leylin looked at the crowd at a crossroad, and there was a bard performing among them, so he couldn't help but say something in surprise.
Bards in the world of the gods are not just street artists. They are often spies and spies, shouldering the heavy responsibility of spying on information, or making a living selling information. More importantly, they often have powerful force.
With the previous level of prosperity at the port of Faolan, it is obvious that bards cannot be attracted to travel and perform.
"Jacopo, that bard, what's his name? How long have you been here?" Leylin asked directly.
"The bard? It is said that his name is Xue Nuo, and he comes from the far north. His poems are very beautiful, and there are many interesting stories. Before that, the baron had the intention of inviting him to perform at the manor..."
Jacob quickly replied.
With the power of the Faolan family, the civilians here quickly stepped aside to pay tribute to the family that ruled the port and island.
Leylin, who was sitting in the center of the carriage, was not fascinated by the compliments from the crowd, but frowned instead: "There are too many people, but the frequency of patrols is too little..."
"Jacopo, how much power does our family have here?"
"You mean the patrol team? Dear young master!" Jacopo was stunned for a moment, apparently Leylin's question made him somewhat startled.
But for the former commander here, the situation of the patrol team has long been remembered in Jacob's heart, so he just froze for a moment, and immediately replied without thinking: "We have two brigades here, a total of one The strength of a hundred people are all powerful young men!"
"Good boy? Strong? Does this mean that there are no extraordinary professionals who can only suppress ordinary sailors and thieves?"
Leylin was quite speechless: "Then among the hundred people, how many professionals are there? How many leather armors are there? And there are long-range weapons like crossbows?"
In this world of the gods where extraordinary power is greatly restricted, armor and weapons are also very important factors of strength.
A group of well-equipped and well-trained soldiers would not be a problem against professionals below level five. If there were enough of them, even professionals below level ten would not be willing to fight them head-on.
Of course, after level ten, it's not the case that quantity can make up for quality.
"Professional? Leather armor and crossbow?" Jacopo's surprised voice came from the front.
"What? No?" Leylin sighed.
"Professionals? The two captains are retired officers recruited by the baron. They also have low-level fighter strength, but they have not passed the fifth-level fighter profession verification. As for the leather armor, those above the squad leader have a pair of , a total of twelve pieces. There are also bows and crossbows... Our patrol soldiers are not equipped with this thing, but there seem to be a few in stock in the manor... "
Jacob said with a blushing face.
"Too little! Too little! This kind of power seems too weak..." Leylin said as if complaining.
"Why did you say that, master?" Jacopo had a surprised expression on his face: "A baron has more than a hundred elite soldiers. This kind of strength is almost at the level of a viscount in the kingdom... and In order to afford this team, the baron has to invest a lot of trade profits every year... "
"The Baron... also..."
Leylin was a little stunned. Faolan Island was originally a newly developed territory with no permanent population. It was very troublesome even to recruit farmers to cultivate the land, let alone directly recruit soldiers.
To recruit enough manpower, they can only pay a lot of money in the form of mercenaries, and even have to bear food and settlement expenses.
In fact, if Faolan Island was not located on an isolated island and had to face a large number of vicious pirates, Baron Jonas would have cut most of the guards here.
Although the barons in the Kingdom of Dambras could enlist such a large number of soldiers, they would never do so except during wartime, because they simply couldn't afford it.
If it weren't for the profits from the trade, I'm afraid the entire Faolan family would have been bankrupted by the army.
"The rise of the nobility is indeed very difficult..." Leylin sighed in his heart. His grandfather barely managed to obtain this deserted island as a fief after fighting for the rest of his life, and Baron Jonas worked hard for half his life. Only then did it finally gain some popularity here, but it was immediately coveted.
"If we want to equip all these hundred people..." Leylin made a little calculation. In the world of the gods, the cost of armor is very expensive. A complete armor or even a knight's heirloom can be worth as much as A small manor is worth it, and the price of armor that has been transformed by a mage or blessed by a priest is even more astonishing, even comparable to a city!
"It's obviously unrealistic to change the armor of the patrol, but you can still use your brains in terms of weapons. At least, you can't hold a rusty iron fork..."
Leylin sighed and clutched his forehead.
Now he is no longer the rich and powerful body he used to be. In the world of the gods, even his monthly pocket money is only a few gold coins, and most of it is consumed on spell materials.
"Low-level mages also have ways to make money, but they are all hard work of copying spells or configuring low-level potions, and there is too little time... Alas, in the world of gods, the little nobles are not easy to mix, only the temple is A real local tyrant! The last time I saw the church of the Goddess of Spring, the knights were all covered in metal armor, and even had the blessing effect of divine magic... "
Leylin couldn't help but think of what he had seen and heard the last time when he was the Seed of Soul. The wealth of the Church of the Gods is well-known throughout the entire continent, especially the church of the Goddess of Wealth Woking. Rumor has it that the church was built directly with gold and silver. Even the floor of the church's headquarters is paved with gold bricks. Sometimes Leylin, who is poor and crazy, even decides to grab a good one after he gets rich.
"So... can I mobilize them?"
Suppressing the rebellious thoughts in his heart, Leylin asked Jacopo outside.
"Of course! As the heir of the Faolan family, your will is our mission, young master!" Jacopo replied firmly, "Do you need me to send a signal?"
"No! No need! I'm going to the Temple of Knowledge, there won't be any danger there, you go and tell them..."
Leylin said a few words lightly, but he added silently in his heart: "Besides, you guys are of no use to temple priests and paladins, let alone many people are willing to worship the church and gods you believe in." Let's do it..."
After Leylin's order was finished, the carriage fell into silence again. Leylin didn't continue to speak, but just looked at the terrain and buildings outside with curious eyes.
"Master! The Temple of Knowledge has arrived!"
After the carriage drove into an open area, Jacopo's voice came from the front.
Leylin looked out of the window. The streets here are clean and tidy, and the pedestrians seem to be very educated. Even if other farmers and mercenaries pass by, they will try to keep their footsteps down as much as possible, appearing very cautious and respectful. The messy port seems to be two worlds.
Through the carriage, you can also see the tall and majestic temple buildings, exuding dazzling brilliance.
The churches of the gods are always built very magnificently, giving people a gorgeous and solemn feeling.
"God of knowledge..." The voices of many prayers came in.
Since it was a celebration day, many believers of the God of Knowledge had already gathered here, and the large square was even crowded with people.
In order to worship the God of Knowledge, Jonas donated the best and largest piece of land above the port without taking a single copper.
In the eyes of those pastors, this is a matter of course.
"It seems that all the 'cultural people' on the port have come!" Leylin sighed, rubbed his face, and put on a sunny smile.
"Master Leylin!"
"Welcome, welcome!" "Yo! Look who this is..."
Many acquaintances gathered around one after another, many of them were his uncles and aunts, so Leylin had no choice but to smile and greet them one by one.
With Anthony's teachings, Leylin did not make any mistakes in etiquette, and what he presented outside was the most perfect image of a noble heir, and he was unanimously praised by outsiders.
As a price, after the cumbersome greetings passed, Leylin found that his facial muscles had started to stiffen, and a long time had passed.
"I know it's very troublesome, but I still have to do this, nobleman..."
Sighing, Leylin entered the grand and grand temple, and put another small bag of gold coins into the donation box, making the face of the fat-headed priest behind him smile like a flower.
Leylin looked around, and saw that the temple of Oghma, the God of Knowledge, was very well arranged, with bookshelves and statues everywhere, full of a literary atmosphere.