Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Lind did not comment on Lucanus's answer, but still asked Lucanus in detail about some things about the northern nobles, and waited until he left to check with others to see if it was true.

Although this bard betrayed Wesker and joined him, it stands to reason that such a person cannot be fully trusted. However, this bard showed strange strength. Ordinary means could not stop him at all, and he could come and go freely in the prison.

People with this ability don't need to surrender to save their lives.

After Lind asked, Lucanus gave Lind a detailed introduction to the group of bards. Just like there were various strange schools among professional mages, bards also had their own unique magic, but these magics were not lethal and only had the effects of stealth and reconnaissance. Their head-on combat power probably could not defeat a goose.

But Lind always felt that it was not that simple, because no bard's magic had ever been passed down, and no one knew which system of magic the bard used. These bards were also extremely low-key, and to ordinary people they were no different from street singers.

Lind noticed this and continued to ask: "Are you bards still recruiting? Or how do you bards recruit your members?"

As long as an organization needs to survive, it will need fresh blood. So how can we ensure that this fresh blood will act in accordance with the rules and dogma?

"No, my king, we don't need to recruit people. The total number of our bards has not changed since their birth. Of course, in order to collect intelligence more efficiently, we will develop some offline organizations, but those cannot be considered real bards."

"My king, do you know what is most necessary to witness history?"

A strange smile flashed across Lucanus' face, and he answered his own question.

"It's a lifespan, a lifespan that is longer than that of the elves."

Lind was slightly shocked by the answer, but soon nodded and calmed down. This world has gods, so isn't it normal for some strange things to happen?

"So actually you bards are a group of creatures that have a longer lifespan than elves, like to fan the flames, and are responsible for recording history, right?"

"No, my king, I assure you, we are human!"

Lucanus' tone was no longer like that of a jester who was trying to amuse people. His expression was more serious than ever when he said this.

“We have always been human and we always will be.”

Linde was stunned. Why did the human being this person talked about seem different from what he understood? But at least he understood that this bard cared very much about his human identity.

Before leaving, Linder asked Lucanus one last question: "So, what can you bards bring to the table for me?"

"Intelligence. As long as our branch can set foot in a place, we can provide you with intelligence about that place. Of course, intelligence about other places is also fine. However, the spheres of influence of different branches are different. Our control over other areas is slightly weaker. The authenticity of the intelligence can only be determined by you."

Of course, bards are not omnipotent. They are just at the level of ordinary spies. It is difficult for bards to infiltrate places that are under complete control, like the one Gray Collar had before. Lucanus is a special individual.

"We also brought you a gift. We believe it will be a solid help on your road ahead. As for what it is, you will know when you wake up tomorrow morning."

After having roughly understood what the bards were, Lind was not in a hurry to recruit them, but planned to observe them for a while. Lucanus did tell him everything he knew, but he also deliberately concealed some things. For example, when Lind asked what these bards were, Lucanus only vaguely replied that he was human and told Lind not to worry.

In view of the fact that there was indeed a lack of intelligence departments in the territory, Lind accepted Lucanus' kindness, but required Lucanus to compile a list of his sphere of influence and his subordinates and hand it over to Lind.

Although the other party's origins are unknown and mysterious, as Lucanus said, his loyalty will not change because of Lind's denial. Accepting Lucanus can at least ensure that these people are under Lind's control.

The next morning, Linde got up as usual. Soldiers kept escorting the escaped nobles back to the camp for custody. Linde smiled at these soldiers as usual.

But Lind was keenly aware that the way these soldiers looked at him had changed.

This was not because Lind had just won a battle, but because of another emotion, more respect and more curiosity, or it could be said that the eyes of these soldiers were full of desire for gossip.

Linde, who came to the temporary cafeteria to have breakfast with everyone, immediately became the focus of the audience. Although it was usually like this, today was particularly different. Many people seemed to have something to say.

Confused Linde was eating breakfast while looking at the latest report. At this time, Lena came over, took breakfast and sat opposite Linde, looking Linde up and down.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Unable to bear it any longer, Linde decided to see what these people were curious about.

"Brother, are you a descendant of the Roman Empire?"

"What descendants? I don't know."

Linde drank a mouthful of soup and quickly finished his breakfast. So these people were curious about this? The original owner of this body had no memory of this at all. He was an out-and-out viscount from a remote border area and had nothing to do with the so-called descendants of the empire.

"It's the human empire from a thousand years ago. People are saying that you are a royal descendant of that empire."

Reina looked serious, as if she really believed the rumor.

"Really? Then why didn't I know about it? And it was already a thousand years ago. How could I still inherit the throne of that empire?"

Lind couldn't understand why people would believe something that was so true at first glance and so false. It seemed that people in this era were so lacking in entertainment that such groundless gossip could spread. It was time to launch some military campaigns.

"The legendary royal bloodline of the Roman Empire all has black hair and black eyes. Isn't that exactly the same as you, brother?"

As soon as Reina finished speaking, everyone's eyes were drawn to her, as if they were all waiting for Lind's answer.

"How can they be exactly the same? I'm not the only one with black hair and black eyes. Moreover, more than a thousand years have passed. I'm afraid no one knows what the royal descendants of that empire look like now. It can't be that all the people with black hair and black eyes are the so-called royal descendants, right?"

Lind didn't understand what was going on, so he packed up his things and prepared to leave with the report.

This is also the normal way of thinking. It has been more than a thousand years. Who still cares about royal blood? And in the world before Linde traveled through time, who among the living people didn't have rich ancestors? Only pets look at blood.

But it is obvious that Lind underestimated the influence of this public opinion in the feudal world.