Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 162 The Curious Priest Girl

Levi didn't say anything about the difficulties. He just trotted back to the tent and started to take care of his messy hair.

Finally, he combed his hair into a fashionable style, put on exquisite leather armor, a pair of fine deerskin hunting boots, and hung an exquisite mithril sword on the side of his leg.

Looking at the tall, well-proportioned, and extremely handsome young man in the ice water, Levi nodded with satisfaction.

Not to mention anything else, just the outfit he wears requires at least the status of a duke to match his temperament.

Finally, he walked towards Fujiro's tent with his head held high.

If his predictions were correct, the priests of the Ice and Snow Church were being entertained by Fujiro.

As a member of the coalition forces blocking the wilderness, it was reasonable and logical for him to welcome these priests who came to support him.

……

the other side.

Zat was sneaking into the camp assigned to the Penta Warriors.

Their camp is right next to High Cliff Castle, which is very convenient.

Several Panda warriors were carrying supplies and helping the auxiliary troops of the Legion of Thorns to build a camp.

They came too fast and Fujiro hadn't built their camp yet, so they had to build it temporarily.

Including the more than 3,000 reinforcements that suddenly arrived, they were all building their own camps.

Zat was watching them build their camp when suddenly his eyes lit up.

These Pandaren warriors are basically three feet tall, with broad shoulders and strong waists, but the one who is setting up a tent is the best among them.

It is more than three and a half feet long, more than a head taller than the pandas. It also has its black and white hair tied into clumps at its chin with a copper hoop, which is very distinctive.

It just suits its eyes perfectly.

Panda was putting up the waterproof cloth layer by layer, and was about to walk to the other side to put it up as well, but he didn't expect that a big green hand had already put it up first.

"you are?"

It looked at the green-skinned orc who came out and asked with a puzzled look on its face, but it couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

As far as it knew, green-skinned orcs usually only had two blades and thirty-four weapons, but this orc was almost the same size as its own people, with tendon meat all over his body.

"I'm from Gaoya Fort next door. I saw our friends who came to support us were building a camp, so I thought I'd come and help."

Zat touched his head and smiled innocently.

"High Cliff Castle? I know you guys. Thank you for your help. My name is Panda. What's your name?"

The Pandaren warrior said sincerely.

The Panta people always have a good feeling towards people with good intentions.

"Zat."

Zat walked up and the two of them made a fist with one hand and confronted each other.

"hiss."

Just this pair made Panda couldn't help but grimace.

Although this orc is almost as strong as his tribe members, it is the best among its kind. Compared with it, this orc seems to be malnourished.

According to common sense, apart from the blessing of special energies, people with larger bodies often have more power based on physical strength alone.

But at this moment, the power of this orc even felt greater than its own, which was simply unreasonable.

Looking at Zat, who still had a simple and honest look on his face, Panda felt that it probably didn't mean it.

"Panda, where is your leader?" After a brief acquaintance, Zat asked curiously.

"I am."

"So you are the leader of the Panda Warriors. Marshal Pan, I was rude to you just now." Zat was in awe and quickly added the title.

"Hey, I'm just fortunate enough to lead my people because of my outstanding strength. You can just call me Brother Panda." Panda waved his hand modestly, but he felt very comfortable in his heart.

"Brother Panda, I happen to be a regiment commander as well. I'll call all the soldiers from Gaoya Fort to help you build the camp." Zat said naturally.

Although he felt a little disappointed, facing Zat's hospitality, Panda waved his hands hurriedly: "We can take care of these, how dare we trouble you."

Zat, however, firmly maintained his decision: "Brother Panda, to some extent, we are still the same kind. Who else can I help if not you?"

"hiss."

Panda was startled and looked at Zat and himself suspiciously. No matter how he looked at it, this green-skinned orc had nothing in common with them with hair.

Could it be that there was some secret between the two that it didn't know about?

Not long after, a group of muscular men from Gaoyabao came to the panda people's camp and helped them build the camp.

Compared to those thin humans, although they seemed fine on the surface, their aura told them that these humans were harboring fear deep in their hearts.

When facing them, the orcs showed real enthusiasm, and since both of them were muscular, they started fighting in no time.

They called each other "brother" and "brother" as if they were cousins ​​who grew up together.

"General Pan, it's our lucky day to meet you today. Gaoya Castle has prepared a bonfire party to welcome your arrival." Zat invited warmly.

"Zha Shuai, the Panta clan is very grateful for your hospitality." Panda said with a smile.

Everyone carries the colorful sedan chair. Although it looks big and rough, it has lived in human society for so long after all, so it understands this point.

Panda put his arm around Zat's shoulders like an older brother, and the two of them talked and laughed as they walked towards the camp of High Cliff Castle.

The other pandas also discussed happily with the Highcliff Fort warriors around them, most of them discussing the battles they had experienced, and then at the most appropriate time, they gave a thumbs up and shouted, "Brother, you are awesome."

A group of fighting men, except for the other two, basically have no evil intentions. A word of compliment can make them become friends, and the relationship heats up quickly.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

When Levi arrived outside Fujiro's tent, the two silver-armored guards on duty hurriedly saluted respectfully.

"My lord the baron."

Although they are not under the command of this baron, their noble status is still there. They are just commoners and must salute when they see a noble.

"Is Fujiro in there?"

"The commander is inside." One of the soldiers nodded and said respectfully, "Baron, please allow me to go in and report."

Li Wei waved his hand and did not embarrass them. If it were Long Ao Tianwen, he would have scolded the two men for being blind and forcing their way in. For this kind of behavior, Li Wei only thought that the cerebellum was not fully developed.

As the soldiers came out to make way, Levi took a step forward, pushed open the door and walked in.

Unlike the sweaty smell he had imagined, it was instead filled with a unique fragrance.

In the middle was a wooden table with a dozen chairs, most of which were already occupied. As expected, the leader was Fujiro, and the rest were the seven priests.

However, what Levi didn't expect was that Sikai was also among them, and he immediately looked over with a smile.

"Sir." Sikai called out with embarrassment.

To be fair, this lord was quite nice to him and even saved his life, so he shouldn't have kept it from him.

But because he had already pledged allegiance to Florina, the virtues of a knight prevented him from betraying his lord.

Therefore, being caught in the middle, whatever he did seemed wrong, so he avoided the lord.

Levi didn't say much and sat down next to him.

"Good day, sir." Fujiro signaled the attendants around him to pour tea and expressed his welcome with a smile on his face.

Frankly speaking, his impression of Baron Levi was neither good nor bad. In other words, he would not show disgust nor joy when he met him.

The Lord of Highcliff Castle became more and more famous due to his sister's repeated promotion. Not only was there a legendary story about him swearing to defend his lord and saving him from the usurper's army, but now the people in the North even regarded him as a hero who defeated the foreign tribes in the wilderness.

After all, civilians in the northern border have long suffered from the looting of foreign bandits from the wilderness who came south. There is no need to elaborate on their hatred for the wilderness bandits. Such a noble who specializes in fighting against wilderness bandits is definitely worthy of their respect.

But in the eyes of Fujiro, or others with a slightly higher status, it is a different matter.

The so-called elite cavalry that defeated the usurper crossed almost an entire derby and delivered the feudal lord safely to the northern border. Maybe they just escaped by disguising themselves as beggars or something, and they said it in a very noble way just to save face.

As for defeating the wilderness aliens, defeating a bandit group of a hundred people is also a defeat, or defeating a looting group of a thousand people composed entirely of small scoundrels like goblins.

Even the title of Dragon Slayer is even more terrifying.

The resume may seem impressive, but its value remains to be seen.

But... I am most afraid of this word.

Ever since he witnessed the lord killing a group of frenzied Minotaurs as easily as crushing an ant in the previous battle, all these speculations have been overturned in his mind.

The lord was even quite humble in the stories he publicized. At least he was not as bloody in the story as in reality.

When the Minotaurs cleaned up the battlefield afterwards, they couldn't even piece together a complete corpse.

It was completely reduced to a pile of minced meat, just like a butcher had chopped it with a boning knife for a whole day and night.

At this moment, in his mind, this lord had become as powerful as Duke Florina.

Not to mention, if it weren't for this lord who blocked the Minotaur's sneak attack, it would be difficult to determine what kind of losses the Legion of Thorns would suffer afterwards, or it might even be defeated directly.

And his desire to be promoted to the nobility will be like the fireworks in the room, which can be seen but can never be touched.

He deserves respect both emotionally and logically.

"Just call me Levi. There is no such thing in the military camp." Levi said this in order to maintain his humble personality.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to be modest. According to the laws of Derby, a noble is a noble, whether in the military camp or anywhere else." Fujiro folded his hands and stroked an exquisite ring on his index finger. His tone was neither hurried nor slow, but it made people feel firm.

To be honest, putting aside the positions, the person with the highest status present was the Pioneer Baron, followed by him and Sikai, both of whom were knights.

As for the priests of the Ice and Snow Church, they are not included. Their identities are difficult to define. They are usually higher than commoners, but lower than nobles.

Under the command of some dukes who happen to need him, his status will be more honorable than that of a baron.

Levi picked up the hot tea poured by Fujiro's entourage and took a sip.

This is a specialty of the north, goat milk tea, with a strong milky flavor and a smooth taste. Just after taking a sip, you can feel your whole body gradually warming up.

He took a look at Fujiro's follower, who was a very young boy with a childish face. He smiled shyly when he saw him looking at him.

This made the lord feel a chill down his spine, and he shivered uncontrollably.

Could it be that the commander of the Thorn Legion has a hidden hobby? Levi looked terrified.

"Regarding this war, I am very grateful for your help. Originally, Duke Florina should have discussed the details with you, but due to some reasons, the Duke cannot leave for the time being, so I will be in charge of the next war."

Fujiro said, his eyes mainly on Levi.

Compared to others, the Lord of High Cliff Castle is the one who deserves attention now.

His role is comparable to a fully armed thousand-man team, and he can play an unimaginable role at a critical moment.

Levi, who was sipping hot tea with his head down, felt someone's gaze falling on his face. He looked up and saw a priestess girl in a blue and white robe who quickly turned her head.

She shook her head in confusion, but soon her eyes fell on his face again.

Levi thought that there was nothing on his face, so he couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, is there something on my face?"

The eyes of everyone present were involuntarily drawn over.

“No…no…no.”

With so many eyes focused on her at once, the priestess girl became panic-stricken and stammered.

"I'm sorry, sir. Maisha didn't mean to offend you. She was just very curious about you. Please don't be offended by her saying so."

The white-bearded old man who was obviously the leader explained on behalf of the priest girl with an apologetic look on his face.

"Yes, yes, yes." The priestess girl Maisha nodded hurriedly.

"It's okay. I thought there were some rice grains on my face from eating this morning." Levi joked, then looked at the priestess girl and smiled what he thought was his most handsome smile: "I wonder what Miss Maisha is curious about about me?"

Levi seemed as steady as an old dog on the surface, but he was actually almost bursting with laughter on the inside.

He came here this time just for these priests of the Ice and Snow Church. Isn't being curious about him a good start?

It saves a lot of trouble.

"Don't worry, I won't be angry no matter what you say."

Seeing that she was a little hesitant, the lord immediately added a sentence.

"I often heard your story in Bailiu City. It is said that you have three heads and eight arms, and are a demon from hell. You have a hideous appearance, are cruel and bloodthirsty, but...but..." Maisha stuttered when she said this.

Damn, this is all slander!
The lord cried out in his heart, he never expected that such a wise and brave him would be seen in the mind of the girl in Bailiu City. He was so angry that he almost choked, but he still had to say it out with an encouraging look on his face to the priestess girl.

Seeing the baron's expectant look, Maisha blushed and finally mustered up the courage to say, "But..."

(End of this chapter)