Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

“I am Levi, a noble of Debey, the pioneering Baron, and the master of Highcliff Keep.”

Levi sat upright on his black horse, nodding slightly, perfectly embodying the demeanor of a noble lord.

Although Levi had always lived in the Southern Borderlands, he had heard of the Mithril Merchant Guild, said to be one of the largest private merchant guilds in the Northern Borderlands.

Levi looked at Mireille's burgundy hair, speculating maliciously, guessing that this little lady probably had close ties with the Martel family of the Northern Borderlands, maybe even the Northern Grand Duchess Frelina's mistress or sister.

At the same time, he couldn't help but admire the resilience of the Martel family's bloodline.

Generally, purebred elves have blonde or silver hair, and even half-elves born from unions with humans mostly have hair colors between these two.

This was the first time Levi had seen a half-elf with burgundy hair.

However, his liege, Lia, did not inherit the red hair of the Martel family, but instead the standard blonde hair of the Iseli family, which was probably why Duke Silon intended to pass the title on to this young woman.

“Lord, we have suffered heavy losses, many people have died, we…” Mireille took a deep breath, pretending to be pitiful: “We need help, please feel free to ask for anything you need, gold, goods, weapons, the Mithril Merchant Guild will never be stingy with treating friends.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, coupled with that delicate face, making people want to cherish her.

Bai Ruisi Tina on the side showed an expression of “See, I told you so.”

Levi nodded in agreement.

This woman is no good person, tears fall as she wishes, hundreds of times better than those awkward actors from his previous life.

A caravan supervisor who roams the wilderness doesn't even blink when shooting wilderness bandits, Levi really doesn't believe that this little setback and loss would make her feel wronged and cry.

It's all a routine.

Looking at the two exchanging expressions, Mireille had never felt so bad, feeling that her carefully crafted performance was wasted on a dog.

She knew Bai Ruisi Tina, the inexperienced tribal chief of the Fedde tribe. When the caravan entered the Kas Mountains to trade, didn't she just have a slightly better relationship with her Grandpa Monde, which led to a slight reduction in the price of purchased materials?

Was there a need to hold such a grudge?

And did this tribal chief latch onto a big lord?

Looking at these orc warriors all wearing armor, one knows that ordinary pioneering small lords cannot afford them, only those big lords can feed these big eaters and have the strength to equip them all with armor.

But she had never heard of this Highcliff Keep, she had only been in the depths of the wilderness for a month or two, when did such a force appear on this land?

“What help?”

Levi originally had the idea of befriending the caravan, so that whether it was buying supplies or attracting other caravans to rest at Highcliff Keep, it would promote the development of Highcliff Keep.

As long as it wasn't too difficult, he didn't mind helping with this little favor.

“The caravan has suffered heavy losses in manpower and is no longer sufficient to cross the wilderness and return to White Stream City, so I hope to rest in your territory for a while.”

Mireille sighed.

To be honest, she didn't understand why she would suddenly encounter nearly two hundred wilderness bandits, and not the kind of goblins and kobolds that just fill the numbers.

Logically speaking, only those large tribes could organize such manpower from this level of wilderness bandits.

But she had already displayed the banner of the Mithril Merchant Guild, and this group of wilderness bandits still attacked regardless.

This led to the loss of nearly half of the caravan's manpower, and the remaining guards were all injured. Not to mention whether they could withstand the bumps of the journey, this manpower was not enough to protect the caravan through the next journey.

Mireille took out a red scroll, with red light flowing on it, engraved with some unrecognizable characters. As it gradually unfolded, Mireille whispered some words, and the light on it disappeared all at once, as if it had turned from a precious gemstone into a piece of scrap stone.

“What is this thing?”

The lord, a magic idiot, exposed his country bumpkin nature, taking the scroll in his hand and looking at it back and forth.

“This is a magic scroll recording a message spell. I used it to send a rescue message to White Stream City, but unfortunately it is expensive and can only be used once. I wouldn't use it unless it was absolutely necessary.” Mireille said helplessly.

The value of this single magic scroll is comparable to two-tenths of this harvest.

“How soon will reinforcements arrive?”

Hearing the word 'expensive,' the lord casually put the discarded magic scroll into his empty money bag, preparing to take it back to Highcliff Keep for the only spellcaster, Sam, to study.

“It will take at least four days at the earliest, it is too far from White Stream City here.”

Only now did Levi finally see real annoyance on the half-elf's face.

“It's okay, the gates of Highcliff Keep are always open to generous friends.”

The lord comforted her.

…

There is a calm little river in the wilderness called the Rushing River, next to which is a hill with densely packed wooden houses, called Highcliff Keep.

After half a month, the appearance of Highcliff Keep officially appeared in sight.

When the team was less than twenty miles away from Highcliff Keep, they were discovered by patrolling gnoll cavalry.

“Lord, you are finally back!”

After discovering that the person in the lead was the master of Highcliff Keep, Hogg jumped off his dire wolf excitedly and ran up to kneel on one knee.

Different from when Hogg was first taken in a few months ago, this little wolf cub has grown as if he had taken hormones after being nourished with big fish and big meat for a few months, now he is one and eight blades tall, with a big waist and round arms.

The scarred gnoll and the lame gnoll following behind him also quickly paid their respects, the two brothers were only slightly smaller than Hogg.

“Yes, you have grown taller again after only half a month, you are almost taller than His Lordship me.”

The lord also sighed, then spurred his horse straight towards Highcliff Keep: “Let's go home first!”

A group of people accelerated their speed in a mighty manner.

However, compared to the orcs who were frolicking and gleeful, the morale of the mercenaries and coachmen was extremely low.

They had permanently lost their other half of their partners, and even the remaining mercenaries were all injured. Although they had been mentally prepared for this since becoming mercenaries, it was difficult to accept when it really happened.

In Levi's view, whether some of the seriously injured could live through tonight was a question.

One of the mercenaries had his chest and abdomen broken open by the lizardman's rusty iron knife. Although these broken iron knives were not sharp, they were all enchanted.

As long as they broke through the flesh, they were comparable to biological weapons, which in this world was almost a death sentence.

If Levi were in Mireille's position, it would be difficult to have any way to save these lives.

But…

Levi smiled slightly, unfortunately he was not Mireille, and he had ways to heal these wounded.

It's just that Mireille would have to pay a certain reward.

Brothers, because of moving, I didn't have time to write yesterday, please take a day off, I'm very sorry