Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 236 The Hanged Man

Their injuries were quickly healed and they immediately kowtowed in gratitude.

Fatih was still wearing the gilded mask, but at this moment a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The lord had always thought that this saint lady might have a paralyzed face, but now he found that she could still smile, although not often.

"I have to say, my impression of you has changed a lot." Watching the grateful figure of Kalia disappear in the street, Levi, with his hands in his pockets, strolled with Fatih under the red sunset.

"I personally think that spellcasters are often high and mighty, viewing commoners as the lowest of dirt. Even nobles, even if they appear respectful on the surface, actually look down on them in their hearts."

"Levi, you are too prejudiced against us. It is undeniable that this type of spellcasters make up the majority, but there are still spellcasters with faith and compassion."

The saint girl was wearing a blue hooded robe. When she took off the hood, the light fell on her long golden hair, which seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, shining brightly.

Levi did not comment. From what he had seen so far, the only spellcaster he had encountered was Mesha of the Ice and Snow Church, who might waste precious magic power to treat a group of civilians like this saint.

But he didn't feel disgusted by it.

He hates saintly bitches, but everyone likes a saint. The lord even wishes that everyone in the world were saints, so that there would be peace in the world.

Fatih had no purpose in treating this group of civilians. Otherwise, if he promoted the Holy Light Church widely at this time, he would definitely be able to successfully preach to the civilians of Kalia who had just experienced a war. However, he did not do so.

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

It is generally acknowledged that this winter is unusually cold.

In previous years, it would be close to April now, which is already the early spring season, with everything reviving and the grass green.

But now even the southern border is still covered in snow, but the temperature has indeed begun to warm up.

In the past few days, even though we were in a tent with several braziers burning, we still needed to wrap ourselves in thick blankets to survive.

And now you can even go shirtless in a tent full of braziers.

It was a rare great victory, so apart from the small soldiers, the leaders naturally gathered together to have fun.

In the castle hall, all kinds of delicious food were served one after another, and the castle owner's treasured brandy was opened one by one.

At the same time, far behind, in the Dreadfort.

As a castle that has been run by the Flayed Family for hundreds of years, although the city walls are not as tall as those of Cologne City, they are still about fifteen blades high.

With nearly hundreds of thousands of residents and several thousand elite permanent garrisons, even late at night, there are still lively places on the streets, such as brothels.

"Are you sure what you did won't leave any traces?"

Bolton Rivers sat looking at the brightly lit brothel in the distance, then turned to look at a man across from him whose entire body was hidden in a hood.

"Respected Lord Bolton, please allow me to narrate it again." A young male voice came from the hood: "We are poor creatures wandering in the darkness. The merciful God has given us special abilities--"

He was like a bard singing poetry, his voice becoming passionate:

We have a thousand faces!
We are always there!

We are hard to find!

……

We are The Hanged Man!"

"It's just a stupid trick." Bolton played with the knife in his hand and showed disdain for it.

“Haha.” The hooded man didn’t care, and just said to himself: “God let us find people whose fate is intertwined, and you, Burton Rivers, the illegitimate son of the Ted Bay family, are the one whose fate is predetermined, and you are destined to stir up waves.”

Bolton looked at him deeply, 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 with whom they had a destiny, and chose to serve him as their master.

It is undeniable that the other party's origins are unknown, and this so-called purpose is even more ridiculous.

But so what?
He is just an illegitimate child and has nothing to lose. Instead, he can rely on this group of guys with special abilities to accomplish things that he cannot do.

For example... becoming the true heir!
His father had only one biological son besides him. Once he died, his elderly father would have no choice but to pass the earldom to him.

It's just that he didn't have the chance before, but now he sees it.

Early in the morning in Kalia, before the sun rose fully, a stove was placed on the street, and a milky white liquid was boiling in an iron pot on it.

This is a breakfast stall. Fresh milk is boiling in the pot, and tortillas are being roasted in a griddle next to it. This is a very common snack in Debe, and the South Border is its birthplace.

Bake the corn batter into soft and fragrant tortillas, soak them in hot milk when eating, so that they can absorb enough milk. When you take a bite, the sweet milk will instantly fill your entire mouth, giving you an unimaginable sense of satisfaction.

Levi was sitting on a small stool with a large bowl of hot milk in front of him filled with tortillas. He ate each palm-sized tortilla in one bite at a time, and his speed could be described as whirlwind.

But compared with the orc next to him, it was not surprising. He simply picked up the big bowl and swallowed it whole along with the milk, and burped with satisfaction at the end.

The stall owner was a little old man and a young brown-haired girl.

Just making tortillas for the two big-bellied men made the little girl in an apron sweat profusely, but she didn't dare to stop, for fear that she would not supply them in time and cause dissatisfaction among these two distinguished guests.

The hunchbacked old man ate cornmeal and secretly looked at the two men. There was nothing much to say about the orc. He was most likely an orc slave. However, he was indeed extremely burly. His fist alone was as big as his head.

What is really noteworthy is the young man. Even the knights of Kalia are not as handsome as him. The leather armor he wears is very fine, and the sword at his waist is so exquisite that people dare not look at it for too long. Even a fool knows that this is a real big shot.

Logically speaking, a battle broke out here yesterday, and many people were said to have died, so the stall should not be open.

He was just a breakfast vendor and had no idea who the Baron was fighting with, but since no soldiers came to harass the civilian area afterwards, he thought the Baron from the town of Kalia had won.

So whether it was out of habit of not missing the show year after year or because he wanted to save more money for his granddaughter before he died, he decided to set up the stall.

But now he felt a little regretful. After all, Baron Regulo had no orc slaves under his command. Now it seemed that the group of outsiders had won. The only thing the old man could do was to try his best to fill the appetites of the two people, even if they didn't pay after eating, and never do anything to his granddaughter.

"Damn it, I gave it all to you, what should I eat?" Levi habitually reached into the basket next to him for the baked tortillas, but found nothing. He turned around and saw that Zat's mouth was full, so he immediately chased him away to get the tortillas.

Zat came to the little girl with a resentful look on his face, scaring both the old and the child.

"Father-in-law, we are not bad people. You and your granddaughter can take a rest for a while and let this guy do it." Levi waved his hand.

"Yes, sir." The old man did not dare to refuse and quickly made way and stood aside. However, he was more vigilant towards the lord and protected his granddaughter closely behind him.

Levi didn't care about it.

"What new tricks are you two playing?"

Andao, who had just walked over, almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw the burly orc holding a small iron shovel and making tortillas.

Yesterday, he was holding two double-edged battle axes and killing the barbarians who were making shit and piss fly everywhere. Now, he is wearing an extra-small apron around his waist and baking batter with a look of grievance on his face.

He plopped down next to Levi and reached out to grab the tortilla 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."

"As a dignified Lion Hunting Knight, you are so reluctant to give up even a few pancakes." An Dao looked helpless and waved his hand. A guard following him had to follow him to make pancakes.

"Man is iron and rice is steel. Now these are not just a few tortillas, but my source of energy." Levi responded casually without raising his head: "If there is enough food, I will treat you."

Looking at the two clumsy men, the pancake girl couldn't bear it anymore, so she plucked up her courage and took the initiative to step forward and take over the job.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"There's a letter from the rear." Count Ando picked up a biscuit and took a bite. He then took out an opened letter from his arms and placed it on the table.

"It tastes good. I remember eating this when I was a knight, but it was not as authentic as the one here." He commented.

Levi noticed that the count didn't look happy. He emptied the last bit of liquid in his mouth, wiped his hands, and asked as he unfolded the letter, "What does the letter say?"

"Little Peeler is dead." Count Andao said this without any reason.

Levi frowned and glanced at the letter. After a moment, his face was full of confusion.

The letter told them to stay where they were and the main army would join them and march towards Cologne together, but at the end it mentioned that Red Tedby, the heir of the Dreadfort, had died. When he was found, he had been dead in the brothel for some time. After examination by a doctor, it was said that he had died of excessive indulgence.

"What do you think?" Li Wei put down the letter and looked at An Dao.

The following matter could be a big deal or a small one. As they head south, their logistical route will pass through the stone bridge of Mislin Land, which is the territory of the Tedby family. I wonder if Little Flay's death will affect them.

"Sit and watch." Count Ando spread his hands. "Countless nobles die in women's bellies every year. It's normal for young people to be immoderate."

"When I first saw him, he looked lifeless. He was obviously a frequent visitor to the brothel, so it's not surprising that he died in a woman's belly."

"Alas, the spirit of Slaanesh is like a scourge, endangering the young people of the kingdom." Levi sighed, shaking his head.

But in his heart, he felt a little contempt for the other person. If it were him, he wouldn't feel tired at all even if he worked for three days and three nights. After all, he was still too weak.

"To be honest, no matter how Little Peeler died, as long as Old Peeler's brain wasn't eaten by the goblins, he would know what to do with his smartness." Ando explained: "Besides, Duke Flinna left Sikai there to guard, basically nothing will happen."

"Okay." Levi nodded.

After eating and drinking, he stood up and stretched.

The old stall owner suddenly looked nervous. According to him, as long as he could send this group of people away safely, money and other things would not matter anymore.

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

There is no doubt that this is a gold gram.

"Oh, when did you become so generous?" Count Andao said jokingly.

"Hehe, I'm rich now!" Levi's nose turned up, and the heavy purse on his waist was inadvertently revealed. He led his people away without looking back, and during this time, a crisp and pleasant collision sound came from the bag.

"Damn!" Count Ando couldn't help but swear, and suddenly remembered that the other party had just looted a baron's castle.

This look really made him want to kick the Lion Hunting Knight in the butt.

……

The days that followed were peaceful. The civilians in the town of Kalia found that this group of outsiders, apart from stealing livestock once, stayed in their respective camps and never set foot in the civilian area again.

Gradually, everyone became bolder and vendors began to sell goods on the streets. Farmers who were temporarily stuck in the town also began to head to the city gate to see if they could get out and return to the countryside.

The place gradually began to regain its vitality, but it was by no means as lively as before.

This situation continued until the arrival of the main force five days later.

The town of Kalia could not accommodate so many people, so tents were densely erected around the town, and only officers were allowed to enter the town.

Compared with the untidy and untidy vanguard army, the main force soldiers were full of energy and high morale. Their shouts were deafening. It was obvious at first glance that they were a group of young soldiers who had never experienced battle.

However, Levi discovered a special team. All members were wearing exquisite gilded plate armor and golden cloaks with a special red cross pattern. They held huge swords as wide as door panels in their hands, looking like complete paladins.

"This is the Knights of the Holy Light of the Holy Light Church." Andao stood on the platform, having nothing to do, so he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started cracking them.

"Duke Florina is on good terms with the Holy Light Church, and they are eager to expand their sect to the north, so they naturally sent a knight group of 100 to support us."

"These knights have all practiced the "Holy Word Codex". They may not be able to defeat the fighting knights of the same level in a one-on-one fight, but when they charge in formation, their strong bodies and excellent equipment make them like meat grinders on the battlefield."

"Weaker than I thought. I thought the Paladin could at least suppress you Fighting Knights, even if he wasn't as strong as me." The lord shook his head.

(End of this chapter)