Warlord: King of All Clans

Leo asked the little mouse to inform Uliyan, while he stood on the pier waiting for the fishing boat to approach.

Leo caught the rope thrown by the fishing boat, pulled the fishing boat close to the pier and fixed it there. Then he smiled at the people on the boat and said, "Welcome!"

The first person to get off the boat was a young knight with blond hair and blue eyes, tall and slender figure, and a well-defined face, making him a genuine northerner.

The reason he was called a knight was because he was wearing a slim-fitting suit of thin steel plate armor.

This plate armor was not the heavy medieval knight plate armor that Leo had in mind. Instead, it was made of black leather armor with large pieces of thin steel inlaid on the outside. The edges of the shiny steel and leather armor revealed the exquisite soft leather lining.

The shiny black bearskin shoulder pads completely protect the neck and shoulders, and the fine cashmere cuffs are embroidered with golden patterns.

On his back he carried a broad-bladed knight's sword that could be used as a two-handed weapon, in the simple and heavy style of the North, and a dagger was tied to his thigh.

Leo stared at the knight's equipment with envy. The armor and weapons were so exquisitely crafted and so light that they didn't look medieval at all. Instead, they had a bit of a science fiction feel.

And Leo's tattered armor made of colorful fur makes him look like a bandit from a barbaric era, the kind in a cheap online drama.

Although they were bear skin shoulder pads made of the same material, their workmanship looked like a cloak sewn by a savage.

The thick leather knight boots inlaid with thin steel stepped onto the trestle, causing the wooden boards to tremble. The young knight looked around and his eyes fell on the simple camp, and he could not help but frowned.

The knight nodded to Leo, ignored his rude gaze, and went straight to meet Urian who was rushing over.

"Although the water flow is gentle upstream of Isenbol, the river is full of reefs, which is not conducive to navigation. Large cargo ships dare not come here. I can only find a few small fishing boats." The young knight was quite respectful to Urian. After a simple nod, he began to explain.

"It doesn't matter, as long as people are here, I just settled down here, and it's still very simple..."

"It's okay. I'm not a noble." The young knight immediately shook his head and smiled. "I slept in a tent a lot when I followed the captain."

"Hahaha, good boy, you're my soldier!" Uliyan also laughed, and his original embarrassment disappeared. He walked towards the camp with the young knight while introducing him to others.

"This is a knight of the Petukhov family, Roman Petukhov, a companion of mine in the army."

The Petukhov family is an old knight family in Isenbol. When Ulian served as a scout in the western outpost, he was a subordinate of Roman's father, Knight Rigolav Petukhov.

Afterwards, Ulian was recruited to become the squad leader of the Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment of the Wind God Fortress, and under the arrangement of his father, Romon became Ulian's subordinate.

Although the knights in the North have the same inheritance rules as the nobles, the land under their names is not owned by their own family, but comes from the "gift" of the Northern Earl to whom they are loyal. At the same time, they do not have a large clan and army like the Northern Earl to guarantee their inheritance rights.

A knight lord can only rely on his own bravery to maintain his corresponding status. The relatively weak descendants of knights are often deposed by the earl in the name of the god of war Tyr and replaced by more powerful warriors.

Of course, there is no clear statement of hereditary nobility in the laws of the Orlantis Empire. In theory, the Grand Duke of the North could also depose the Earl in the same name, but he would first have to face the Earl's thousands of feudal lords' troops and tens of thousands of conscripts, as well as the Earl's dozens of relatives and families.

As an old feudal knight family of the Frelov family, the Petukhov family has been guarding the family business for hundreds of years. In each generation, several sons join the army, gain military merits, and gain the appreciation of the count by demonstrating their bravery.

Today, the Petukhov family owns four knightly fiefdoms near Isenpol and is a prominent local knight family.

"This is my daughter, Olivia." Uliyan pointed at Olivia beside him.

The young knight's eyes had long been on Olivia. Compared with the beggars or savage-like villagers around her, Olivia was like an orchid that had just bloomed, blossoming before his eyes.

"Good day, my lady." Knight Roman stretched out his right hand and placed it on his chest and bowed slightly.

Olivia nodded and bowed like a frightened rabbit, but after nodding twice, she felt something was wrong and hesitantly stretched out her right hand.

Knight Roman smiled slightly and did not explain the other party's etiquette error.

Elegant, calm, and full of aristocratic temperament.

Olivia retracted her finger quickly and hid behind Leo.

"This is my nephew, Leo Mondo."

"Hello, Knight Romon!" Leo shouted hurriedly, fully expressing his enthusiasm.

"Yeah." Roman looked at Leo again and nodded in response.

The rude looks, lack of etiquette, and uneducated young people from the lower class can be ignored.

After walking around the camp, they sat down in Urian's big tent. Knight Romon frowned and asked, "Captain, is this your pioneer territory?"

"Yes, Roman, what do you think?" Uliyan stared at Roman with hope.

"It's not quite the same as I imagined. The captain mentioned in the letter that there will be nearly a thousand people settling here, and the militia has been well-trained and can completely resist the alien races and beasts here." Luo Meng frowned and said, "But as I can see, there seems to be some discrepancies..."

"That's true. After all, it's hard to leave your homeland. Many people choose to stay in the North, and I can't force them."

Wu Liyang explained awkwardly, then waved his hand and said, "But you can rest assured. As long as I gain a foothold, the second and third batches of people will soon enter the camp. By then, we will easily be able to reach a scale of a thousand people!"

"In a few years, the River Bend Frontier Territory will become the largest frontier knight territory in Isembol, and your father's investment will be rewarded tenfold or even a hundredfold!"

What he said was pure bragging. If it weren't for the invasion of the orcs, who would be willing to come to this dangerous wilderness to open up new land? The refugees of Isenbol shook their heads when they heard this.

"But my father will not easily sponsor the captain just because of these words." Roman shook his head helplessly.

"Of course, I fully trust the captain. This time, in addition to the food and farm tools agreed upon in the transaction, I also brought twenty steel swords as a personal donation. This is the wealth I have saved for two years."

"Good boy! It was not in vain that I took care of you!"

Wuliyan was very happy, clapped his hands and reminded him: "You have to say a few good words to your father, saying that I have a strong army and horses, everything is fine, and I just lack a little money. It's easy for a son to tell a few lies to his father and act like a spoiled child..."

Luo Meng looked a little embarrassed, and reluctantly agreed: "Of course I will say something good, but my father is not so easy to deceive. He will always send someone to investigate."

"Isn't that why they sent you here? You are the only precious son of old Rigolav. If he doesn't trust you, who else can he trust?"

Wuliyang clung to Luo Meng's shoulders, his old face full of grease and flattery, and looked at his daughter: "What do you think of my daughter? You two should get to know each other better!"

When he saw Leo standing next to his daughter with a look of contempt, he immediately glared at him and shouted, "What are you doing standing there, you idiot? Go unload the goods!"