Looking at this Kasler who was stealing credit in front of him, Leylin slightly lowered his eyelids to cover up the strange color in his eyes.
"Thank you so much, sir! I have prepared a reception banquet and rooms for you all, please follow me back to the castle to rest..."
Of course, Baron Andrew would not see so much at a glance, and he was still entertaining him graciously.
Following the other party into the castle, Leylin saw a large number of refugees inside, with panicked expressions on their faces.
"Alas... once these damned lycanthropes come this time, our harvest this year will be over..."
In front, Baron Andrew was complaining.
Afterwards, he ordered his housekeeper and wife to prepare for the upcoming banquet.
In the great hall of the castle, a grand banquet is being held.
Roasted slightly browned roast chicken, red wine like liquid crystal, and large pieces of white bread, it can be said that in order to entertain Leylin and the others, this Baron Andrew has already taken all the good things he has left. out.
Of course, no matter how the world becomes, the material life of the upper class is always better than that of the lower class.
Leylin shook the goblet, watching the bright red liquid in it swirl slightly, with a weird smile on his face.
"Please rest assured! Your Excellency Baron Andrew, Silvermoon City will not sit idly by these lycanthropes. As for matters such as tax exemption orders, you need to contact the city hall..."
On the main seat, Cassley chatted happily with the baron, and the demeanor of the words made Baron Andrew nod repeatedly, showing a look of conviction.
Even the eyes of the girls next to him who were obviously his daughters had strange fluctuations.
"Master Leylin!"
At this moment, Cassley called Leylin's name.
"Lord Carsley! Please speak!"
Leylin sat still, and nodded slightly. This action made Cassley's eyes obviously dissatisfied.
"This guy should have died a long time ago!"
Cassley roared in his heart, but the smile from before was still on his face: "According to the order of the military department, I will organize the nobles in the rear to build a defense here, and the battle ahead will depend on you!"
Baron Andrew looked at Kasley, then at Leylin, with surprise in his eyes.
He is not a dull man, and now he sees the difference.
"That mage Leylin seems to have a high status, but he has conflicts with high-ranking mage Casley..."
Normally, Andrew would have considered how to use this relationship to benefit himself, but now he was worried.
"At a time like this, internal fighting will only aggravate your own internal losses. What do those guys in Silvermoon City think?"
Baron Andrew complained in his heart, recalling his previous actions at the same time, until he confirmed that he did not neglect any of Leylin's people, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
But at the same time, he also made up his mind that he would not care about the matter between Cassley and Leylin.
"Of course, this is my duty!"
Unexpectedly by Casley, Leylin readily agreed to this request, which surprised him a little.
"Then, I ask you to go to Vaughn Village and garrison there!"
Cassley said it as a matter of course.
"Please forgive me for this! The troops on the front line are under my command, you have no right to intervene!" Leylin refused with a smile, but Cassley's face turned red.
"Okay..." After taking a few rough breaths, Cassley barely suppressed the urge to do it now: "But, in order to keep in touch, I need to send you a liaison officer, after all, you still need food for your brigade." I'm here to support..."
It is a restriction and a silent threat.
"Well, I can agree to it!" Leylin agreed after thinking for a while.
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Above the castle, Cassley watched Leylin's team leave slowly, and the expression on his face suddenly became ferocious.
Two days later, among Leylin's team.
"Your Excellency Leylin! I don't think we should go to Kadi Village!"
Among the team, a guy dressed like a fancy rooster came in front of Leylin, with an arrogant look on his face.
Seeing him coming, Rafiniya had a disgusted expression on his face, and hurriedly urged the horse to leave.
This guy is Malfoy, the liaison officer who was forced by Casley. It is said that he still has the title of hereditary knight and has a certain status in Silvermoon City.
He didn't even have the least respect for Leylin.
"Really? What's your suggestion?" Leylin looked at this guy very indifferently.
"I think, according to His Excellency Carsley's proposal before, it is the right decision to station in Vaughn Village!" Malfoy was not afraid at all.
In his opinion, he has a powerful faction backing, and he himself is a lord of Silvermoon City. How dare this foreign bumpkin nobleman do anything to him
"I refuse!" Leylin looked at this guy with some amusement. The power of power may be very effective in peacetime, but in wartime, the real power is those who have military power! Guys who don't even understand this truth can simply die.
"What?" Sir Malfoy was outraged. "How dare you..."
His fingers trembled, looking at Leylin, he seemed to see some kind of enemy.
Malfoy never imagined that there would be such a rude person, even Cassley didn't care about it, didn't he know that his lifeline was in the hands of the other party
Under such circumstances, why did Leylin dare to resist
Tread! Tread!
And at this moment, a huge cloud of dust swept in from a distance, it was the dust raised by a huge team mixed with horses.
"All on alert!" The alarm sounded, and Malfoy was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, and his face turned pale. This performance made the surrounding knights smile disdainfully.
The sound of huge horseshoes was getting closer, and then a huge convoy appeared in the soldiers' field of vision, and the purple Roland flag above the carriage became more dazzling.
"It's the violet banner! The clan crest of the captain's family!"
The soldiers cheered.
"This... this is..."
Malfoy trembled, watching the huge convoy opposite him slowly merge with his team, and a man who looked like an old butler came over to greet Leylin himself.
"Nearly 500 private soldiers, and so many grain carts..."
In the other party's convoy, apart from a large number of elite soldiers, there were also huge carriages, all of which were filled with wheat sacks.
"Now, the opponent's strength..."
Malfoy's face became paler and paler. With these assistances, plus Leylin's original 200 professionals and 300 auxiliary soldiers, he now has a strength of more than 1,000 people, and he can support himself in food. There is no need for Cassley to do anything else.
"What's even more frightening is that these people only listen to the other person's words. This kind of power, even if they launch a rebellion, is probably enough..."
Malfoy became more and more frightened, and even his voice became sharper: "No...impossible! Why are there so many people!"
"Did you forget that my violet collar is also here?"
Leylin had a mocking smile on his face.
"The Violet Collar?" Malfoy was startled, and immediately thought of the other party's fiefdom, but it was just a large piece of wasteland, and there were not even many wildlings.
Seeing the other party's dull expression, Leylin secretly smiled in his heart.
Although there is indeed nothing on the violet collar, it is a perfect identity and cover.
With this title, Tifa and the power in his hands were completely transformed into Leylin's own private soldiers of the nobility, and he was even able to move all the food, weapons and other military supplies accumulated before to this place for storage.
It appeared in one fell swoop, and it really had a decisive effect.
"Master! We have news..."
But at this time, Tifa's face was serious, and he began to whisper in Leylin's ear.
"Is that so? I see..."
Leylin looked at the proposal in front of him. At this time, the other party had quietly passed the limit and became a [Legendary] level powerhouse! Perhaps it was Leylin's pope.
"Pass my order, all set off to the west! The target is the Nether Mountains!"
Leylin passed down the order directly.
"what? What?"
Malfoy was the first to yell: "Your Excellency Leylin! Please pay attention to the orders on your body! Do you want to disobey the army of Silvermoon City?"
"If you disobey, you disobey, so what?"
Leylin smiled jokingly, watching Malfoy's face lose all color in an instant.
"Do you think that the military regulations and the noble title of Silvermoon City can really restrain me?"
Originally, all of Leylin's subordinates were from Silvermoon City, even if he took any action, it would be impossible for him to do so, unless he left alone and was fully wanted.
But it's different now, the nobles' personal soldiers are forces that are absolutely loyal to him. With this force in his hands, Leylin can completely engulf all of his former subordinates.
After more than a year of mastery, he had secretly controlled most of this army, and now there will be no problems.
"What? How dare you disobey?!"
Malfoy is now like a little girl about to face doom, his voice is so piercing that it hurts the eardrums.
"Yeah! Also, I've seen you displeased for a long time, drag him down and behead him!"
Leylin waved his hand, as if chasing flies away.
Two burly men's private soldiers immediately grabbed Malfoy's hand from left to right, twisting him like a chicken.
"Seeing that you are about to meet the god of death, let me tell you another news..."
Leylin approached Malfoy, with a malicious smile on his face: "The orc army has raided Silvermoon City, and I'm afraid it will be completely encircled now... In other words, the noble status you are proud of, and all the privileges, are all going to disappear..."