Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

After repelling the bandits, it was impossible to continue the journey today.

So they found a place nearby to set up camp, and the rest had nothing to do with Derek.

He took this opportunity to do some psychological preparation for his soldiers.

After a battle, many people's fear of war had disappeared.

The immaturity that could be seen with the naked eye faded, and some were even extremely excited and eager to try.

After completing the psychological preparation, Derek finally opened the panel.

Sure enough, the experience of all soldiers jumped up a lot, ranging from more than ten to twenty points.

This is the improvement brought by the supplement of experience and mentality.

For spearmen above level 5, the improvement is already very weak.

After level 7 or 8, they basically stopped moving.

Now it has jumped up a lot, which is not a small amount.

But I think there will be few such opportunities, and each time it is less and less.

Look at your panel data again.

Von Derek

Occupation: Knight Level 7 (5/100)

Experience pool: 0/100

Not bad, it also increased by three points.

Including his own knight attendant, who also has a fourth-level rank.

And there are unexpected discoveries.

Derek opened the last avatar, which is obviously not a human.

Warhorse (to be named)

Quality: Ordinary (46/100)

Experience pool: 0/100

"Warhorses can also be added to the panel?"

Derek suddenly became alert. If the arms business is profitable, then the warhorse business is a monopoly.

Especially the price range is very large, and you can't buy it even if you have money.

Just like his ordinary horse, it also costs more than 10 gold coins.

A truly well-trained warhorse starts with dozens of gold coins.

Derek quickly thought of something, what exactly caused the warhorse to be included in the panel.

Was it the battle just now?

Or obedience?

Based on the example of soldiers being included in the panel, he thinks the latter is more likely, but if every horse needs to do it himself to be accepted by the panel, then this function is of no use.

Derek could only keep it in mind for the time being. Even if it didn't work, at least he could continue to train several high-quality war horses.

In the evening, Manager Vincent visited quietly and promised to give him another reward after returning to the city.

It wouldn't be too much, but it would definitely be there.

This is also the rule. After all, hard work can't be ignored.

Reason is reason, emotion is emotion, this is the way to deal with things.

At least Derek is satisfied, and dealing with him in the future will be smoother.

After a short stop, the caravan continued to wander on the road.

There are not many mountain strongholds left, and the caravan is about to return.

Manager Vincent prayed, hoping that there would be no more accidents.

Although it was attacked once, the caravan actually made a lot of money, and the second half of the journey was a big profit.

The mountain people are xenophobic. If it weren't for the goat caravan, Derek would never be able to easily enter the other side's mountain stronghold.

He also restrained the soldiers and tried not to cause conflicts.

Just guarding the caravan and watching the mountain people coming and going to trade quietly.

It seems that there is more than one village, and there seem to be some famous mountain people nearby.

Derek hugged his shoulders, staring with sharp eyes, intimidating some mountain people who have other thoughts.

"Can the wound medicine be cheaper? We only have these rabbit skins."

"No, these rabbit skins can only be made into some gloves, and they can't be sold at a high price. The high-quality wound medicine is prepared for myself, and I won't sell it at a low price."

The sound of quarreling attracted Derek's attention.

He turned his head and saw that it was Manager Vincent and a mountain man in ragged clothes arguing.

He walked closer to prevent the conflict.

Manager Vincent was more imposing when he saw Derek.

There are people who do the business of beheading, but no one does the business of losing money.

Although Manager Vincent was very restrained in front of Derek, he had no empathy for these humble mountain people.

It is harder to make him lose money than to cut meat.

The mountain man seemed to want to take action, but when he saw Derek, his neck shrank and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to want to leave, but he held back when he thought of his elder brother lying there.

"Manager, give me the medicine for the wound. Next time I come, I will bring you ten wild boar skins."

Ten wild boar skins are enough to make several large leather armors, which are quite valuable.

Manager Vincent's eyes lit up, but when he saw the other party's ragged clothes, he curled his lips again: "Next time, don't starve to death, get out of here quickly, don't stop me, otherwise I won't be polite."

The veins on the mountain man's arm bulged, and he seemed to want to fight.

At this time, Derek walked up and pressed his shoulders.

"My friend, you look familiar!"

The mountain man was startled and remembered where he was and how powerful the man in front of him was.

He wanted to struggle, but was pressed down tightly.

The strength he was proud of could not struggle under Derek's hands.

The latter was actually surprised. This strength was not small, stronger than most strong men.

Ordinary mountain people are not as strong as bulls, and this kind of natural courage is still rare.

Of course, he values ​​another point more.

"I don't know you, let me go quickly, this is not a place for you outsiders to run wild."

The mountain people roared, attracting the attention of many people.

Even if you have the background of the goat caravan, you have to think carefully before making trouble here.

Derek ignored him and turned to the attendant Simon: "Go get my wound medicine."

Simon hurried back and soon ran over with a small package in his hand.

"Friend, I don't mean any harm. I want ten wild boar skins. These are the medicines I prepared for myself. They are definitely better than those on the market.

Especially... stabbings. "

Derek stared into his eyes, seeming to understand the other person's thoughts.

The mountain people turned their heads subconsciously, not daring to look at each other.

He didn't know if the other party recognized him, but the life of his eldest brother... He gritted his teeth and took the package.

"Foreigner, I will definitely prepare ten wild boar skins for you."

"Okay, next time the caravan comes, I'll wait for you... you can take care of Vincent when I'm not here."

The mountain man took the package and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and asked stubbornly: "Knight, tell me your name."

"Von Derek!"

"My name is Wood, and I will definitely bring you the boar skin."

Seeing the mountain people striding away, Manager Vincent came up with a look of regret on his face.

"Knight Derek, I'm afraid your medicine will be wasted. These people... don't have the virtues of a knight."

"No, I think he is a warrior and I am willing to give him a chance."

"How do you know?"

Vincent was curious, but Derek smiled and said nothing.

Where did you see it?

The few bandits who dare to charge are also the most powerful group. Do you think they are brave or not?

Another person might have been overwhelmed by them.

Such people are definitely talents among the mountain people and are valuable to win over.

My Derek's things are not that easy to get.