Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 450 Surveillance Group

Fred's defeat in this confrontation made the nobles seem to have found a reason to attack, and Fred's tough method of collecting food irritated them even more.

Countless letters of complaint fell on the king's desk like snowflakes.

Some aristocrats who were not robbed by Nancy, but who also sent moldy food to the past, spoke fiercely in order to protect themselves.

However, these did not have any special impact on Fred. He followed the steps and did what he was supposed to do every day.

And the others were also affected by Fred's calmness, turning a deaf ear to the noise outside, and doing what had to be done.

Nannuo and Nancy drilled soldiers every day, Safi took people to observe the outpost camp of the demons frequently, Ulysses didn't know what he was doing all day long, and was very elusive, but he was always like this, and so were the others. Will not ask.

Felisa was quietly her invisible person.

But this does not mean that nothing happened if they were stable.

At least those nobles will not let them go.

A monitoring group formed by the king's compromise arrived in mighty form.

The leader was none other than Lord Hansmore.

In addition to him, there are several other nobles, but the title does not exceed Earl Hansmore, and Earl Hansmore brought his daughter.

Earl Hansmore also brought his daughter, Miss Hansmore. It is hard to say what his purpose is, after all, it seems that he is a master who dislikes the stones and feet on the road even when he walks. The military camp is not suitable for her.

Fred receives the surveillance team.

Only he can come forward, or other people are unwilling to face the monitoring team, and feel that it is a waste of time, so only Fred has undertaken this task.

"Welcome," Fred sat on the main seat, looking at the monitoring group with a slight hook of his mouth, "How many days do you plan to stay?"

Earl Hansmore raised his eyebrows high: "Your Highness, what are you talking about? As a surveillance team, we naturally have to stay and monitor whether your behavior is out of line."

How could Fred allow them to stay forever.

A bunch of useless waste that eats and drinks for nothing, and what is left behind besides restraining him everywhere, and eating free rice.

"You've got to get work done if you're going to stay," said Fred. "There's no idler in the barracks."

"You really know how to joke," Earl Hansmore refused to budge. "Our job is to supervise you. You have not made any progress for so long, and you have been attacked. I think you need a supervisor very much. This is the best way to act." Can't go wrong."

What kind of supervision is nothing more than pointing fingers.

Want to command him?It also depends on whether you have that ability.

Fred didn't argue with them, and waved his hand: "Then everyone, stay in the barracks first, come, and take the Earl and others to the tents that have been arranged."

Fred's personal guard stepped forward and gestured for them to leave.

Earl Hansmore has lived to this age, of course he also knows the truth of relaxation. Their arrival has already made Fred unhappy. If you say a few more words at this moment, it will make Fred go deeper. Offended, why do this.

So he passed his hand to his granddaughter, let her help him stand up, and politely said to Fred's personal guard: "Please lead the way."

It doesn't matter if you're welcome, Fred's bodyguard was also chosen from among the nobles, and his family background is even higher than Earl Hansmore's, but he doesn't have the right of inheritance.

However, Fred's personal guards were not limited to those of noble origin. Over the past few years, Fred had arranged for many civilians, or to put it bluntly, they were people on the abandoned avenue.

Different people use it on different occasions.

The guard had a stern face and seemed not to be close to him, but Earl Hansmore had a sense of propriety, knowing that he had provoked Fred, how could he expect others to give him good looks, and he would not rashly talk to the guard, quietly Followed the guards to the tents arranged for them.

The military camp is naturally tough, and Fred's own tents are all in a simple and plain style, so it is naturally impossible to arrange a good tent for them.

But in the eyes of these people, it was just making things difficult for them.

Miss Hansmore hooked her little finger on the bedding, with a look of disgust and indignation: "Grandfather, they actually let us use this kind of thing."

Earl Hansmore also looked at the rough fabric, his brows were tightly frowned on his thin face.

He also had the same idea as his granddaughter, and he said angrily, "Go get someone to change it for me. I need to use silk. How can this kind of thing be used?"

Why can't it be used?Many people in the barracks are using such sheets and quilts, and such sheets and quilts are not available for everyone.

The bedding used by Fred, Saffy and others is not like this. Top-level nobles like them have to prepare separately when they go out, but they also bring it with them. Earl Hansmore didn’t want to bring his own. There are so many things to use well.

But Earl Hansmore didn't think he had too many things to do, he just felt that he was being neglected.

However, it is not for him to go out to argue and beg for things. After all, he is also in his 70s. How can he do such a shameful thing by himself? The reason why he brought a junior here is to help him take care of it. of these things?

Miss Hansmore was also very clear about her identity, and she said immediately, "Yes, grandfather, I will find someone to replace it."

But she also has her own Xiaojiujiu, after all, she followed along softly, not just to take care of her grandfather.

She casually pointed to a passing soldier: "You, come here!"

The soldier who was suddenly named looked puzzled. He had other things to do, but seeing the clothes Miss Hansmore was wearing, he knew that she was a nobleman, so he could only reluctantly Come over: "Hi, what's the matter?"

His tone was as polite as possible, but because he still had things to do, it was inevitable that he was a little impatient.

Miss Hansmore naturally heard the impatience, she hated it, but it was really ignorant for a commoner to dare to talk to her in such an attitude.

But now is not the time to argue with this kind of person, she swallowed reluctantly, and tried her best to put on a pleasant face: "Do you know where Ulysses' tent is? Tell me, and I will be rewarded. "

Ulysses' camp is no secret, and the soldier also knew about it. He pointed in that direction casually: "I don't know which one it is, but it must be there."

After all, other people's camps are also there, so if you ask someone, you can always ask.

Miss Hansmore was satisfied and dissatisfied.

She was satisfied because she finally had a direction, and dissatisfied because she didn't get a clear answer, but she still rewarded the soldier with a few silver coins.

The soldier left thankfully.

While walking, he bit the silver coin with his teeth a few times to confirm it was true, and felt that this noble lady was really taken advantage of.

(End of this chapter)