Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Their injuries quickly healed for the most part, and they immediately kowtowed in gratitude.

Fadir still wore the gilded mask, but at this moment, a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Lord thought that this Saintess might be a face paralysis, but now he found that the other party would still smile, although not much.

"I have to say, my impression of you has changed a lot." Watching the grateful Kalia figures disappear into the streets, Levi put his hands in his pockets and strolled with Fadir in the red sunset.

"I personally think that spellcasters are often aloof, regarding civilians as the lowliest dirt, and even nobles, even if they are respectful on the surface, are actually very disdainful in their hearts."

"Levi, you have too many prejudices against us. It is undeniable that this type of spellcaster occupies the majority, but there are still spellcasters who have faith and compassion."

The Saintess girl wore a blue hooded robe. She took off her hat, and the light fell on her golden hair, as if plated with a layer of gold, shining brightly.

Levi didn't comment. As far as he could see, among the spellcasters he had encountered, perhaps only Maysa of the Ice and Snow Church might waste her precious magic power to heal a group of civilians like this Saintess.

However, he didn't find it disgusting.

He hated sanctimonious people, while everyone liked saints, and the lord wished that the whole world were saints, so that the world would be peaceful.

Fadir's treatment of these civilians was without any purpose. Otherwise, publicizing the Holy Light Church at this time would definitely lead to successful proselytization among these Kalia civilians who had just experienced a war, but she didn't do so.

As the sun completely set below the horizon, darkness and cold once again took charge of the earth.

Everyone agreed that this year's winter was strangely cold.

In previous years, it was already early spring in nearly April, with everything recovering and green grass.

But now, even the Southern Border is still covered in silver, but the temperature has indeed begun to warm up.

A few days ago, even when in a tent, burning several braziers, one still needed to be wrapped in a thick quilt to get through it.

And now, one can even be bare-chested in a tent full of braziers.

Having won a great victory, the leaders, apart from the common soldiers, naturally gathered together to celebrate.

In the castle hall, all kinds of delicacies were served like flowing water, and the castle owner's treasured brandy was opened bottle after bottle.

At the same time, far away in the rear, in the Dreadfort.

As a castle operated by the Bolton family for hundreds of years, although the city walls were not as tall as Cullen City, they were still about fifteen blades high.

With nearly hundreds of thousands of residents and thousands of elite permanent garrison troops, even at night, there were still lively places on the streets, such as brothels.

"Are you sure that what you do will not leave any traces?"

Bolton Rivers sat far away, looking at the brightly lit brothel in the distance, and turned to look at a man opposite him who was completely hidden in a hood.

"Honorable Lord Bolton, please allow me to reiterate." A young male voice came from the hood: "We are pitiful insects wandering in the darkness, and the God of Mercy has given us special abilities—"

He became like a wandering poet chanting poems, his voice becoming慷慨激昂: "We are a thousand faces in one!

We are like shadows!

We are difficult to trace!

...We are for the Hanged Man!"

"Boring trick." Bolton played with the dagger in his hand, dismissing it.

"Hehe." The hooded man didn't care, just said to himself: "God let us find people intertwined with fate, and you, Bolton Rivers, the bastard of the Tedber family, are the person destined by fate, destined to set off waves."

Bolton took a deep look at him, and a smile appeared on his thin face.

This group of mysterious people suddenly came to him some time ago, thinking that he was a person intertwined with fate, and chose to serve him as the master.

It is undeniable that the other party's origin is unknown, and this so-called purpose seems ridiculous.

But so what?

He is just a bastard, he has nothing to lose, but he can rely on this group of guys with special abilities to accomplish things he can't do.

For example...become the real heir!

His father only has one biological son besides him. As long as he dies, the old father will have no choice but to pass the earl to him.

It's just that he had no chance before, but now he sees it.

In the early morning of Kalia, the sky was not completely bright, and a stove was placed on the street, and the iron pot on it was boiling with milky white liquid.

This is a breakfast stall. The pot is filled with fresh milk, and the griddle next to it is baking cornbread. This is a very common snack in Tedber, and the Southern Border is its origin.

Bake the cornmeal into soft and fragrant cornbread, and soak it in hot milk when eating, so that it can absorb enough milk. A bite will instantly fill the entire mouth with sweet milk, giving people an unimaginable sense of satisfaction.

Levi was sitting on a small stool, and the bowl in front of him filled with hot milk was full of cornbread. He took a bite of the cornbread, which was the size of a palm, at a speed that could be described as devouring.

But compared with the orc next to him, it seemed unremarkable. The other party directly picked up the big bowl and swallowed it into his stomach together with the milk, and finally burped with satisfaction.

The stall owner is an old man and a young brown-haired girl.

Just making cornbread for these two big eaters made the little girl wearing an apron sweat profusely, but she didn't dare to stop, fearing that the supply would not be timely, which would cause dissatisfaction among these two noble guests.

The hunched old man mixed the cornmeal and secretly looked at the two of them. There was nothing to say about the orc. He was probably an orc slave, but he was indeed outrageously burly. His fist alone was bigger than his head.

What really deserves attention is the young man. Even the knights of Kalia are not so handsome. The leather armor he wears is very sophisticated, and the sword at his waist is so exquisite that people dare not look at it too much. Even fools know that this is the real big man.

Logically speaking, there was a battle here yesterday, and it is said that many people died. He shouldn't set up a stall.

He is just a breakfast seller. He doesn't know who fought with the Baron, but afterwards, no soldiers came to harass the civilian area. He thought that the Baron of Kalia Town had won.

So whether it was according to the habit of not being absent year after year or wanting to save more money for his granddaughter before he died, he decided to set up a stall.

But now he was a little regretful. After all, Baron Reguloc didn't have orc slaves under his command. Now it seems that the foreigners won.

The only thing the old man can do is to try to fill the stomachs of these two people. It doesn't matter even if they don't pay after eating, just don't do anything to his granddaughter.

"Damn it, you ate it all, what am I going to eat?" Levi habitually reached into the basket next to him for the baked cornbread, but found it empty. He turned his head and saw that Zart's mouth was full, and immediately drove him to bake cornbread as well.

Zart came to the little girl with a look of resentment, scaring both the old and the young.

"Old man, we are not bad people, you and your granddaughter take a rest, let this guy do it." Levi waved his hand.

"Yes, sir." The old man dared not refuse, and quickly gave up his position and stood aside, but his vigilance towards the lord became heavier, and he firmly protected his granddaughter behind him.

Levi didn't care about this.

"What new tricks are you two playing again?"

Ando, who had just walked over, almost couldn't hold back when he saw the burly orc holding a small iron shovel and baking cornbread.

Yesterday, he was clearly a barbarian who was carrying two double-edged battle axes and killing the other party with shit and urine, but now he was wearing a super-small apron around his waist and baking batter with a look of grievance.

He sat down next to Levi with a thud, and reached out to take the cornbread in the bowl, but was slapped away by the lord.

"If you want to eat, do it yourself, I don't even have enough for myself."

"A dignified Lion Hunter Knight, you can't even bear to part with a few pancakes." Ando said helplessly, waved his hand, and a guard behind him had to follow him to bake pancakes.

"People are iron, food is steel, now this is not a few cornbread, but my source of energy." Levi responded casually, without raising his head: "If there is enough to eat, I don't mind treating you."

Looking at the clumsy two men, the pancake girl couldn't stand it anymore, mustered up her courage, took the initiative to come forward and took over the work again.

"Speak, what do you want from me?"

"A letter from the rear." Earl Ando picked up a pancake with his hand and took a bite, and took out an opened letter from his arms and put it on the table.

"The taste is good. I remember eating this when I was a knight, but it's not as authentic as here." He commented.

Levi found that there was no joy on the Earl's face, solved the last bit of residue in his mouth, wiped his hands, and asked while unfolding the letter: "What does the letter say?"

"Little Flayer is dead." Earl Ando came up with such a sentence without beginning or end.

Levi frowned, picked up the letter and scanned it roughly. After a while, his face was full of doubts.

The letter asked them to stand by, and the main army would meet them and head towards Cullen together, but at the end, it mentioned that Red Tedber, the heir of the Dreadfort, was dead. When he was found, he had been dead in the brothel for a while. After the doctor's examination, it was said that it was due to excessive indulgence.

"What do you think?" Levi put down the letter and looked at Ando.

This matter may be big or small. They are going south, and the logistics route will pass through the stone bridge of Mislin Land, which is the territory of the Tedber family. I don't know if the death of Little Flayer will affect them.

"Watch it sitting down." Earl Ando spread his hands: "There are countless nobles who die on women's bellies every year, and it's too normal for young people not to know how to restrain themselves."

"When I saw him, he looked lifeless, obviously a regular visitor to brothels, so it's not surprising that he died on a woman's belly."

"Alas, the atmosphere of Slaanesh is like a flood and beast, harming the kingdom's youth." Levi shook his head and sighed.

But he despised the other party in his heart. If it were him, he wouldn't be tired for three days and three nights. After all, he was too weak.

"To be honest, no matter how Little Flayer died, as long as Old Flayer's brain wasn't eaten by goblins, he would know what to do with his shrewdness." Ando explained: "Besides, Duke Furina left Skye there to garrison, so basically nothing will happen."

"Okay." Levi nodded.

Having eaten and drank enough, he stood up and stretched.

The old stall owner suddenly became nervous. According to his idea, as long as he can send this group of people away safely, money is no longer important.

As a result, at this moment, a small object flew straight towards him. He subconsciously reached out to catch it, and saw that it was golden in the morning sun.

Without a doubt, this is a gold coin.

"Yo ho, when did you become so generous?" Earl Ando said jokingly.

"Hmph, I have money now!" Levi raised his nostrils to the sky. Unintentionally, the heavy money bag on his waist was revealed, and he led people away without looking back. During the period, there were crisp and sweet collisions from the bag.

"Damn it!" Earl Ando couldn't help but swear, and suddenly remembered that the other party had just ransacked a baron's fort.

This face really made him want to kick this Lion Hunter Knight in the ass.

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The following days were calm. The civilians of Kalia Town found that this group of foreigners, except for robbing livestock once, stayed in their respective camps next, and never set foot in the civilian area again.

Everyone's courage gradually grew, merchants began to sell goods on the streets, and farmers who were temporarily blocked in the town also began to go to the city gate to see if they could go out and return to the countryside.

This place gradually began to recover its vitality, but in any case, it could not reach the liveliness of the past.

This state lasted until the arrival of the main army five days later.

Kalia Town could not accommodate so many people at all, so tents began to be erected densely on the periphery, and only officers could enter the town.

Compared with the scruffy, disorganized vanguard army, the soldiers of the main army were full of energy and high morale, and the slogans were so loud that they shook the sky. At first glance, they were a group of young soldiers who had not experienced battle.

However, Levi found a special team. All members wore exquisite gilded plate armor and golden cloaks. The pattern was a special red cross, and they held giant swords as wide as door panels, completely in the style of paladins.

"This is the Holy Light Knights of the Holy Light Church." Ando stood on the platform, and he was grabbing melon seeds and knocking them out of boredom.

"Duke Furina is on good terms with the Holy Light Church, and they also desire to develop the sect to the Northern Border, so naturally they sent a hundred-man knight order to support."

"These knights have all cultivated the 'Holy Word Codex'. Perhaps they can't beat the same level of Douqi knights in a one-on-one fight, but forming a formation and charging, their strong bodies and sophisticated equipment make them like meat grinders on the battlefield."

"Weaker than I thought. I thought paladins, if not like me, could at least beat your Douqi knights." Lord shook his head.