Transmigration of the bastard lord

There are only five members of the "Nighthawk" mercenary group, but their reputation in the vast mercenary group is far higher than that of many thousand-member groups. Naturally, these five members will not be mediocre.

It was Mayor Bernard Frandy who received the Bauhinia caravan and the alchemy apprentices, and Mrs. Lilith was the one who received the mercenary group and the two Chimerman princesses.In the small conference room on the first floor of the city hall, Lilith arranged for someone to send the two beautiful princesses to the inner city to rest, and then she turned around and formally negotiated with the mercenary group.

Our Future Hidden Boss smiles kindly, he doesn't have the arrogance of a child from a noble family with a sense of superiority and alienation in the kindness, and is as peaceful as an ordinary neighbor's elder sister.

"Steven Simon mentioned you, Ms. Monica. You are the seventh of the top ten tactical masters, which is really a remarkable achievement. I remember that you obtained the ranking in the Eastern Continent. When did you come to the Southern Continent?"

In the Southern Continent, where the Elf King and the Pope sit in town, there are constant small battles, but relatively few major battles.In contrast, Dongdalu can be described as chaotic and full of wars.

Lilith went straight to the point and talked directly with the instructor of the mercenary group. The head of this small mercenary group, a burly soldier, was not surprised, he was obviously used to being treated as transparent.The skinny young man sitting under the head of the regiment stood up and bowed slightly to Lilith. This young tactician, who was famous in two continents, had an unremarkable appearance. He had relatively cool short hair, loose eyebrows, inverted triangular eyes, flat nose and thin lips. , with stiff facial lines and a thin body, she doesn't look like a lady at all; compared to her fame, this appearance is really... a bit unrealistic.

"I'm not afraid that you will make fun of me, my esteemed lady. We caused a little trouble in the Western Continent... we came here to avoid disaster in your land."

Compared with the ugly appearance, this master tactician has a deep penetrating voice that is indistinguishable from male and female, full of provocative power; his words and deeds are frank and generous, quite graceful, and he has good cultivation.

Lilith remained calm, and Steven Simon had already explained clearly the background of this small team; hundreds of years ago, the Holy See of the Western Continent had an orthodox dispute with the Holy See of this continent. The Holy Land was at odds; and this battle of orthodoxy also led to the decline of the power of the Holy See and the rise of the royal families of various countries.The "Nighthawks", who were originally considered a large group, provoked the Holy See in the Western Continent and were almost wiped out. Only by fleeing to the Southern Continent could they gain a chance.Taking the risk of offending the Holy See of the Far West Continent to protect this incomplete mercenary group is not a loss in terms of income.

"The Lord of Hydesai is a lord with a broad mind and a belly. Although Hydesai's territory is sandwiched between the Sodia Empire and the Beastman Kingdom, it seems unstable; but the more dangerous the area, the more development it has. Prospects."

Since the other party is also a frank person, there is no need for Lilith to hide; she restrained her overly peaceful attitude and spoke directly to the point.

"The Luoka Mountains are a natural barrier. The royal family of Sodia is fighting on two fronts, unable to press in with a large army. After all, this place is not too far from the front line of the orcs. If we are forced to do so, we can choose to join the orc kingdom." Holy land...there Jihad does not know when it will stop.

With a smile on the corner of Lilith's mouth, a few words made the guests in the reception room sweat profusely... How dare this woman speak!

"Of course, that's just a consideration of the worst-case scenario... You just came here, and you don't know Hydesy's strength yet; we're not the kind of people waiting to die, and we're not interested in entrusting our future to other forces." Mrs. Lilith said steadily Sitting on the sofa, her slender and beautiful fingers caressed the delicate teacup lid, and her good upbringing made her look extraordinarily elegant, "I don't understand military affairs, but I also know that the guardian of a piece of land must include the highest force, the middle core Combat power, and a solid foundation."

"We have no shortage of supreme military power. The third demigod in this continent is the patron saint of Hydes." Lilith said this with full confidence, and she was alone facing the world's top ten tactical masters The confidence to be able to talk freely.

"What we need is to cultivate the middle-level core and consolidate our own military base. At this point, local talents are scarce, and we need to rely on your ability as a master tactician. Ms. Monica, since you are willing to come to Hyderside from the Holy Land, I'm sure you're tempted by some of the little adventures that Simon mentioned. But what we need is not a man with talent and self-respect; if you can't join our system, I'm afraid we can't give you Treat with strength."

Although you have come to your door, we don't want everyone... If you don't give loyalty, I'm sorry, Hydesy can't let go of you, a great god.

Lilith looked at Monica calmly, the sharpness in her eyes almost made people forget that she was just a woman with no power to restrain her.

The other four Nighthawk members couldn't help standing up, with doubts, horror, and displeasure in their eyes; but they didn't speak, but focused their eyes on their own instructors.

Monica was silent for a while, until the atmosphere in the reception room was so depressing that cold sweat broke out on the back, and then she cautiously said: "Excuse me, ma'am, we need to actually investigate the prospects of Hydesy before we can decide whether to Pledge allegiance to Hydesey."

Lilith smiled. If the other party made a decision easily, she would have to question the intentions of this master tactician; she stood up and stretched out her hand to Monica. Lilith put away her edge and returned to her elegant and intellectual demeanor: " Of course, ma'am, you don't have to make up your mind so quickly."

Monica lifted the hem of her robe, knelt down on one knee, took the back of Lilith's hand and kissed her hand.

"...I personally admire you very much, ma'am."

After the old mayor Bernard Frandi met several alchemy apprentices, he directly sent them to the Andrew Research Institute located in Hein Farm.Mr. Andrew, who didn't get the chance to go to the city to have fun, was so angry that he ate food for several people.The steward of the Bauhinia caravan stayed overnight at the city hall, and the next day, under the arrangement of the Secretary of Social Affairs, Ms. Vivienne, met with the person in charge of the public sector directly under the castle to discuss possible areas of cooperation.In terms of food, Haidesai is only willing to trade agricultural and sideline products, and wheat and rice, which are staple foods, will never be sold outside; in terms of livelihood products, furniture factories, garment factories, textile factories, etc. can cooperate with the Bauhinia caravan to develop a small amount export.The steward of the Bauhinia caravan was very tempted by cement after seeing the flat avenue in Hydesey's territory, but the castle refused to let go of this matter. The cement they produced was not enough to supply their own road projects.

"Uh...Mr. Simon is not here?"

Arrange accommodation in the Nighthawk mercenary group in the inner city. After meeting with Mrs. Lilith, I went back to discuss it overnight. The next day, I scattered to the factory area, farms, construction companies and construction sites of the engineering team, and inspected Hydesey in detail. Is it worthy of their loyalty——Lilith spoke bluntly about Hydesy's situation, which is to tell them clearly that Hydesy does not accept temporary employment in the military; they can either leave or dedicate their whole lives; it is a matter of life, and no one can Make rash decisions.

Lilith took time out to meet them yesterday, but today she was overwhelmed by the mountain of accumulated documents.The general office is responsible for coordinating the work of various departments, sorting and filing various documents, which is really not an ordinary job.The person who met Monica was a small clerk in the general office. The clerk who happened to handle Steven Simon's new position transfer document management pushed the document and smiled modestly: "Yes, sir. Mr. Simon is very flattered My lord and the earl value it very much, and I went to my post after I got back and had a rest for one night."

There have long been different opinions about the gender of this master tactician. It is really her appearance, and even the word "neutral" is overrated.In short, most people regard this master tactician as a man.

"Uh..." Monica couldn't accept it. According to her observations, Simon, who represented Heidesai in the mission to the Holy Land, was a hero after all. Go, "May I inquire about Mr. Simon's new position?"

"Of course, this is not within the scope of secrecy." The clerk still smiled so modestly, "Peggy's Farm in Alsop Town was not going well last year, and we had to let Mr. Mullen, who was supposed to go to the academy, go there Sitting in town. Now that Mr. Simon is going to replace Mr. Mullen, Mr. Mullen can also come back to class. Mr. Mullen was a model worker last year, and he must at least hold a middle-level important position after further studies."

"Huh?" There are too many new terms, and the tactician whose IQ is not much lower than that of Count Sieg Ferlandi is a little bit overwhelmed for a while; after sorting out the logic in the little staff's words, Monica's jaw fell to the ground again, "You mean...Mr. Simon has been transferred to the farm?!" Or the "unsatisfactory" farm, is this really a transfer and not an exile?

"That's right, the Earl said that the situation at Peggy's Farm is complicated, and talents like Mr. Simon are needed. By the way, Mr. Monica, I have heard about your brilliant achievements. Can you sign for me?" The clerk didn't care about the cold reception received by the great hero Steven Simon, and took out a delicate notebook as soon as the topic changed...

Far away from the political center and close to the border at Peggy's Farm, Mullen, the second model worker with a very simple appearance but a vicious tongue, is moving stacks of documents to Steven Simon's desk, babbling to him Talking about the current situation of Peggy's farm: "Our place is indeed a bit complicated. You know, Peggy's farm and White's farm are both close to the border. White's side has a lot of bandits, and we have a lot of horse bandits here. Oddington The horse thieves over there often come to fight the autumn wind. It’s not a big deal, and the alien races from the orc kingdom are even more troublesome in the local area..."

Steven, who hadn't recovered from his demotion, looked dull.

"In addition to taking care of our own affairs on our farm, Alsop Town also has to take care of it. Fortunately, almost all the nobles are dead, and the old mayor can handle minor disputes by himself. If something serious happens Don’t forget to pay more attention to the incident with your son. In terms of manpower, agricultural companies and breeding companies have drawn a group of idle labor to participate in the engineering team’s road construction plan. You have to keep an eye on these people, and let them be poached by the engineering team Ms. Selina, Ms. Wendy, and Ms. Nancy will trouble you." Maren ignored how frustrated and unacceptable Steven Simon was when he was transferred to be the farm director, and solemnly stated that he should After finishing the handover, "Last year was delayed by a year, and our development here could not catch up with other farms; I don't know why you were transferred here, but Mr. Simon, if something happens to Peggy's Farm this year, I will I guess you won't be able to go back to Anpu City..."

Steven Simon, irritated, glared at Mullen.

Mullen with a simple and honest face spread his hands: "It's useless for you to look at me like that, Mr. Simon, we have no ability to affect the transfer of the cadre department."

Steven's face was full of melancholy. It was true that the staff department was the one who decided to transfer the officials and management, but the staff department had to go through the procedures of the general office to transfer him.Those who can affect these two places at the same time... Except for his moody Lord Earl, he really doesn't think so...

Mullen patted Steven on the shoulder, seemingly consoling, but actually healed the wounded holy knight: "I thank you all the time, Mr. Simon, without you, I don't know what to do when I go back to study." Wait until when..."

Tears welled up in Steven's eyes, not because he was moved, but because he was angry...

In Anpu City, Monica and the leader of Nighthawk walked out of the gate of the city hall side by side, both of them looked dazed.Although I didn't have much contact with Simon when I was in the Holy Land, this guy was so proud of himself and called the wind and rain; although I don't know what the holy knight did, but the master tactician with a keen sense of smell is sure that Simon is indispensable in provoking the forces in the holy war one serving.After all, Simon, who should be regarded as "retired after success", was kicked to the farm? !

The leader of Nighthawk, a third-ranked warrior with a worried face, walked down the steps and whispered in Monica's ear: "This is weird, Monica. People from the Frandi family treat their subordinates like this. , don't be afraid..."

"Hush." ​​Monica interrupted the group leader's muttering, and said softly, "We don't know the situation, so don't make rash comments."

Captain Nighthawk closed his mouth and walked a few steps, but couldn't help complaining: "Their attitude towards us is not very polite."

Monica sighed, and walked up the central avenue together with the leader who was nearly [-] centimeters taller than her, and said in a low voice: "This is different from the past, we... are not the Nighthawks we used to be. Hydesy is ambitious, and It is the initial stage; if we are determined to stay in the Southern Continent, it is more suitable for our development than other forces."

The head of the regiment was silent for a long time, and the great soldier whose beard covered most of his face showed a look of pain, and said in confusion: "...We are the ones who dragged you down, Monica."

"Don't say such things, we are companions, buddy." Monica smiled calmly, put her hands in her pockets, and observed the bustling people on the street from left to right, with a trace of relief on her face from the bottom of her heart, "It's very peaceful here, isn't it? How to put it, it is also a place directly protected by demigods, so you don’t have to worry about being cut off your head in your sleep.”

The head of the group pulled his mind away from the painful memories, looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, this territory...is like a paradise."

Born in the war-torn Western Continent, the two with heavy memories walked aimlessly along the central avenue. The sounds of children playing, vendors hawking, bargaining, and people's conversations about daily necessities, rice, oil and salt washed away their scars. His soul, his tense nerves gradually relaxed.

After walking for less than 10 minutes, the leader's deep resistance loosened, and he smiled wryly at his companion: "I can't remember the last time I walked on such a peaceful and lively street, don't you?" Nika, maybe... this place is really worth our while."

Monica didn't speak. She had a more difficult life than ordinary women, and her desire for a peaceful life had been gradually hidden in her heart during the bumps in the first half of her life.On this street full of people, there are many old and weak women and children setting up stalls between the shops on both sides, selling some simple foods that have not been seen before, and the business seems to be good.And they walked such a long way on the street, and they didn't see the most common hooligans and street gangsters in the city, and they didn't see anyone reaching out to collect money from ordinary people who were doing small businesses.

After walking for a short distance, Monica winked at the head of the group, and walked to a small stall on the left side of the gate of an armor store.

The owner of this small stall is a wrinkled old woman. The whole stall is a wooden table with seasoning jars and ingredients, and an iron plate supported on a small coal stove.A dozen or so people lined up in front of the stall, watching with drooling eyes as the old woman poured the batter of unknown ingredients on the iron plate, spread it with a wooden brush, beat eggs, sprinkled with seasonings, wrapped in vegetable leaves, etc. Familiar stuffing, strips that have never been seen before, and rolled with newspaper cut into squares, a pancake fruit is baked.

The people in the line are dressed in different clothes and dresses, and there are also mixed races.No one maintained order, but latecomers would consciously stand at the back of the line, and no one pushed forward relying on their physical fitness.

Monica has seen a lot of this strange way of waiting along the way, and now she is imitating others and waiting at the back of the line.Some of the people in front were wearing blue overalls, talking in low voices while waiting for the line to move forward. These words fell into the ears of the two visitors from the Western Continent verbatim.

"Carlos, hasn't your kinsman sent you a letter recently?" The speaker was a forest elf in a robe, with pointed ears, pale green skin, and low-key dark embroidery on the cuffs and collar. The pattern on the belt is particularly delicate.

"The last letter was half a month ago. They had a tough battle with the Nice militia recently. According to Ms. Nina, it was a confrontation with a large bandit group." Carlos who answered was a goblin in blue overalls. He was only as tall as the interrogating elf's waist, and looked a little pitiful with his small neck up. "Hogg, are you worried about whether the furniture factory can sell to the orc kingdom?"

The old handsome Hogg of the elves shook his head: "No. The foxes are good at bonding. I would like to ask Mr. Andrew to study that kind of wood adhesive. Our elves are good at splicing wood. It’s faster to splice together.”

Goblin Carlos, a staff member of the Social Affairs Department with dual responsibilities for business and administration, understood as soon as he heard it, and nodded repeatedly: "I said, Bauhinia has placed a lot of orders this morning, and we should not worry about sales. You need a sample of the adhesive ? Then I will send a letter to my fellow clan first, let him pay attention to this."

The two discussed things in a low voice, with a friendly and intimate attitude, which shocked Monica and her leader who were in the back row - when will the goblins and elves be able to talk on an equal footing? !Moreover, as far as the content of these two words is concerned, it must be an important person in a certain department in the Hydesy system-such a person queues up to buy snacks by himself?And the people in front of them have no intention of giving way at all? !

The two alien races who bought the pancake fruit left together, and the direction they were heading was indeed the city hall.Monica and the head of the group looked at each other, suppressed all kinds of doubts, and turned their attention to the old woman selling snacks.

The old woman was sweating finely on her forehead, and spread the pancakes on the iron plate with a wooden brush two or three times; seeing a guest who had never seen her before, she asked with a smile: "Good day, sir, are you happy?" Do you have any special taste?"

Monica didn't know what kind of snack it was, so she said cautiously, "Just like everyone else."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The old woman smiled, and quickly beat the eggs, sprinkled the seasoning, wrapped in fried dough sticks and other ingredients, "You take it, four copper coins per serving."

Monica paid like everyone else, and walked aside with a snack wrapped in newspaper; the old woman looked at the figure of Captain Nighthawk, and said with a smile: "You can add more ingredients, sir, fried dough sticks Put an extra copy?"

Monica focused her attention on the weird long strips that were fried into dark yellow. So this thing is called fried dough sticks?

Add one more fried dough stick, that is, one more copper coin.The two stood next to the stall and took a bite of the steaming pancake. The delicious taste that they had never experienced made Master Tactician and Captain Nighthawk show satisfied expressions at the same time.

Swallowing enough pancakes to fill the stomachs of ordinary people in three or two bites, the leader of Nighthawk added his fingers, still wanting to say: "...This thing is very good, I noticed it yesterday, Hydesy has a lot of research on food, yesterday The dinner was really impressive.”

No matter what they are now, they are also guests. Lilith is not ashamed to let them go to the cafeteria by themselves. They are sent to the inner city where they live by the servants who have changed from life-time to hired-work.The old aristocratic class, including the castle itself, kept an astonishing number of servants. After completely eliminating the noble team, Fu Youguang smoothly canceled the inhumane lifelong domestic servants, and established a housekeeping department under the Social Affairs Department; no specialty , The former servants and maids who are only good at the service industry are registered one by one, hired by those who need them, and paid monthly salaries, and the employers no longer have the right to decide whether the domestic workers live or die, and they are not allowed to bully others.By the way, the biggest customer of the housekeeping department is Count Sig Flandy himself - this guy has a complete team of servants working in three shifts.

Monica chewed the delicious food in her hands carefully, and analyzed the ingredients in a few moments: "Youtiao is fried flour, and this light yellow thin strip should be some kind of 'tofu', with spices, eggs, and fresh vegetables …The crepes on the outside don’t seem to be pure flour, it’s estimated that bean dregs have been added.”

The head of the group opened his mouth wide and tried hard to swallow the swear words that he almost blurted out. He stood a little far away from the thriving pancake stand and said in a low voice, "Soya bean dregs? Isn't that stuff for pigs? That thing... ...Can you eat it too?"

Monica thought for a while, then lowered her voice and said, "Yesterday's dinner, there should have been bean dregs in the browned sesame seed cakes. There should also be fish in that pot of soup."

The leader's mouth was completely O-shaped, and it took him a long time to grin his teeth and say, "Fish... well, can fish be so delicious?"

The world generally does not eat freshwater fish, because it has many spines, is not cooked properly and has a fishy smell.

Monica swallowed the last bite of the pancake, her face was relaxed, and she seemed to be in a good mood: "It is also a skill to make unpalatable ingredients delicious. When we are in trouble, the mice have eaten it, so we don't care about it."

The head of the group thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, you're right." After speaking, he let go of his psychological burden and took Monica back to line up in front of the pancake stand.

This time at the front of the queue, Monica stood next to the pancakes and started eating, chatting with the old woman who sold the pancakes: "Auntie, your business here is really good."

In such a short period of time, the old lady's money collection box was filled once, which shows that the income is very good.Although Monica looks like an ugly young man on the outside, she speaks in a comfortable manner, and the old lady doesn't mind saying a few words: "Thanks to our Master Guang, and thanks to Ms. Xie Mier , Mr. Kevin, this kind of pancake recipe was taught to us after the adults studied it. Oh, I have to thank Ms. Vivienne—the capital of my stall was borrowed from the Department of Civil Affairs."

The old lady briefly said a few words about the civil small loan window of the Department of Civil Affairs. This kind of decree to encourage private entrepreneurs to start their own businesses will be published in the newspapers every few days, and everyone in Hydes knows it.

The castle lends money to civilians and encourages them to do business - the shock of this approach to Monica directly shatters the three views of the master tactician; and the leader of Nighthawk, who is all focused on the demigod, is even more shocked. It was the fact that "as a demigod, he actually studied how to make bean dregs to taste better" shattered his worldview.

This is not over yet. During the conversation, the old lady who knew that the two guests were foreigners, revealed the profit and tax payment of her stall with a proud face, which directly stunned the mercenaries who had traveled across two continents: such a business For a prosperous booth, you only need to pay ten copper coins for sanitation fees every day, and only need to pay a management fee of [-]% of the total profit every month!

——Uh, this is already a heavy tax. In modern society, if the ZF dares to collect such a tax from street vendors, it is a rhythm of people complaining every minute; but in this world, as long as you pay [-]% of your net profit, you can do business with peace of mind , The patrolling city police come once a day to check if there is any trouble, don't worry about the hooligans making trouble, don't be afraid of being targeted - the lord of Hydesy and the demigod who seems to be a bit too idle, in the impression of the master tactician Immediately divine...

Leaving this pancake stand, the footsteps of the two guests who came from afar from the Western Continent were a little vain; the emptiness of a broken world view, they really feel now...

Slowly walking to the middle of Central Avenue, when Monica and the head of Nighthawk stood at the intersection and hesitated in which direction to go, Baron Herbert Marx, the former lord of Samar Village who was "experiencing" frontline work in various departments, and Two of his family knights came out of the alley as they talked.

Today, Baron Herbert is wearing the blue cloth work clothes he is used to, and the yellow waistcoat unique to the cleaners of the Ministry of Sanitation. He is carrying a long broom in his hand; Dustpan; after arriving at the intersection, the garbage truck stopped on the side of the road, and each of the three picked up their brooms and began to clean up the sundries accumulated on the side of the street after half a day of bustle.

Monica and the leader of Nighthawk didn't notice the three of them at first, because they had seen the cleaner dressed in the same way several times on the way.When passing by Herbert Marx, Kevin came out from the deli store at the intersection, and waved to this side from afar: "Baron, you came really early today. Do you want to try the fresh fish soup?" ?”

With a bang, Monica's head hit the landscape tree; the two turned their heads in horror, just in time to see the cleaner waving at the people in the deli.

"Fresh fish soup? You have to save some for us, Kevin, and we'll get it later." Baron Herbert Marx, who has the blood of a warrior highlander, has black hair and black pupils, with a turban on his head. ...Well, but his own temperament and demeanor, if you look closely, you can see that it is extraordinary.

"Good Baron, I must leave enough room for you, and please send my greetings to Madam Mary." Kevin said with a smile, and finally joked about the current outsider who has the best reputation and popularity in the castle. Baron Burt.Many people talked about the rumors about him and Mrs. Mary with two children.

Baron Herbert Marx didn't mind little Kevin's jokes at all, he laughed and teased Kevin a few words, and continued to work - they are responsible for this part of the road these days, experience work does not mean that work can be underestimated, Once you get started, you have to work hard.

Monica and Captain Nighthawk walked away slowly, without looking back at the baron who punched their broken worldview...

——Hidesey... can he still be better?

Tactician Monica roared in her heart.