The King of Elden does not die alone!

"What do you mean by that?" Someone slammed the cup on the table and asked unhappily.

"This is an order from Knight Egede!" Faced with someone who was obviously unwilling to obey, the officer raised his voice.

"We have to leave home, guys. The only way to escape is in the city."

"Did Knight Eggard really say that?" People looked at each other in confusion.

The good reputation that the knights had among their own people was a little hard for everyone to accept.

Escape, abandon your hometown and run away, would this really be the order given by the knight?

"Yes," the officer nodded, "It was Knight Egede who gave the order."

There was silence in the pub for a moment.

If it is normal times.

Even moving house is a big deal.

For most of these people, who were born into peasant families, a house may be the greatest legacy left by their ancestors.

Everyone knew what would happen if that group of barbarians, who knew only destruction and plunder, occupied this place.

"Fuck it!" Someone slammed the table so hard that the bang was clearly audible in the courtyard outside the tavern. "Are we really going to abandon our homes and our lands and hand them over to the Ansa?"

"We must resist!"

"That's right!" The men whispered to each other, and within a few breaths, the discussions turned into loud shouting.

"We will stay here!" Someone shouted to the officer, "You soldiers, lords, and other miscellaneous guys, if you want to leave, just leave! The Ansa people will never drive us away from our land!"

rub--

The officer drew his sword.

It stuck into the ground with a "puff".

"That's enough! There are 1,500 of the Ansa. If you think you can deal with them deliberately, then go ahead!"

He looked at the people in front of him who were making a fuss with eyes that were filled with hidden anger.

The peasants who had just been clamoring to fight were now speechless.

"How much?" an old man with a white beard asked tremblingly.

"One thousand five hundred," the officer replied; "and more,"

"I grew up in this village with you. I am just like you. And I am also an officer. I am more reluctant than any of you to leave the land that I am supposed to protect!"

"But this is for your own good, because this is the only way to save everyone. Knight Egede must report this bad news to the king. Only when we meet up with the king and gather all our forces together will we have a chance to fight back."

The officer scanned the people, over and over.

People looked at him and listened to him attentively.

"Do you understand?" the officer asked.

Not many people responded, but some did talk back.

"Well, is there anyone who would like to volunteer to help the bailiffs maintain law and order? Anyone who is willing can report to the barracks and receive a reward."

The officer finally returned to the original topic.

"Me." A dull voice sounded and a man raised his hand.

He thought other people would agree with him, but in the end, he was the only one in the pub who raised his hand.

This made him back off a bit.

"That's you." The officer chose him out without waiting for him to put down his hand.

"Hey,"

Another person spoke up.

Judging from his accent, he was not a local. He was wearing a green short robe and carrying a sword.

"I heard you have rewards. Do you want mercenaries?" the man said.

"Okay." The officer nodded.

The mercenary with the sword walked over.

"We still need some help, is there anyone willing to do something?"

The officer asked again.

Even though there was compensation, no one responded. Maybe they were protesting this matter in this way.

"That's it then. Everyone else go home and pack up. Everyone must pack up their belongings before midnight tonight."

Outside the tavern, soldiers were promoting the same thing in the small square in the center of the village.

"Hello!"

Among all these, the discordant voice was the girl's voice like a silver bell: "We can help."

People looked at Altria who had spoken.

The officer also looked at her.

The men who had been drinking here before burst into laughter.

"Go home and warm your bed, little girl!" The men laughed, "What can you do?"

They were discussing the girl's gender.

When there is no battle, few people would wear armor, and Altria certainly wouldn't.

The arms looked slender and weak, and were not very convincing.

The men, who had been silent before the officers, now seemed to perk up again.

There were some obscene jokes in the discussion.

Altria's face turned a little blue.

She slammed her sword on the table, obviously she was a little angry: "I have a sword and the determination to help others, but what about you!?"

Just one sentence was enough to shut everyone up.

The officer smiled and shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, little girl. But I think you should protect yourself first."

"It's not good to judge people by appearance," Kai shook his head. "Whether they are men or women, they are all born from women. Do you also look down on your own mothers like this?"

Merlin kicked Kai under the table and took over the conversation before Kai's sharp words could make others uncomfortable.

The magician, as always, showed a smile that he thought was sunny but actually made people feel like they deserved a beating: "Gender is just a physical difference. Whether it's monks or druids, aren't they all promoting the inner virtues of the soul?"

"Commander, I think your superiors would be happy to meet this little girl in front of you, and her brother."

The officer frowned.

Feeling that Merlin was being mysterious, he asked, "Why do you say that?"

Merlin explained: "Because she is a genuine noble, an apprentice knight who is traveling."

He introduced Kai and Altria's families.

Given the strict social hierarchy in feudal society.

Whether it is impersonating a noble or being disrespectful to a noble, it is a serious crime.

Therefore, even though he had never heard of Sir Ector's name, the officer did not have too many doubts about the identities of Altria and Kai.

"If it is really as you said..." The officer hesitated for a moment: "Then, I think my master would be happy to meet you."

"Great!" Merlin exclaimed happily.

"But..." Altria said, "We have several equally important travel companions. I need to ask for their opinions."

"Will it take a while, miss?"

After Merlin revealed the two's apparent identities, the officer's attitude towards Altria also changed.

"No, just wait a moment."

Altria smiled.

Sick note

The temperature in Chengdu is dropping again, dropping again, dropping again, and dropping again!

The temperature drops by more than ten degrees when it rains.

annoyed.

I caught a cold from sleeping.

I spent the whole day in a daze, and halfway through coding, I just couldn't concentrate.

I'll make it up tomorrow, oh.

Purple sweet potato pudding purple sweet potato pudding purple sweet potato pudding purple sweet potato pudding purple sweet potato pudding purple sweet potato pudding purple sweet potato pudding.

Chapter 2. The Invasion of the Anshars (5) k

5k words, paid back a little, but not completely

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The six of them went together to meet the knight lord of the village.

After the soldiers announced the Knight's decision.

Chaos finally arrived at the fortieth minute after the horn sounded.

The villagers quarreled with the soldiers over their land and houses, but not all soldiers were as eloquent as the officers, so everyone was in a state of panic.

Most people were very reluctant to leave the village.

However, the officers didn't have time to be distracted and deal with those things now.

He was leading a group of people in a swaggering manner, marching through the city towards the knights' earthen fort.

Only when Wilden walked by would the people around him be silent for a few seconds.

"That's why we need mercenaries..." the officer said with a wry smile.

When we walked into the knight's manor, the soldiers were so busy that no one was guarding the gate.

The servants running around and the loud-voiced butler made the manor look like a market.

"Is this all the things in the closet?" The knight, who had already put on his armor, grabbed a servant who was holding a box.

"Yes sir!"

"No, no, no, don't take everything away..." Knight - From the conversation in the tavern, we can know that his name is Eggard.

Eggard opened the box with his gloved hand.

"This, this, this..." He rummaged through the contents of the box and threw out at least half of the clothes.

Then he grabbed another person and said, "Put all these back!"

"But... sir, these are the most expensive clothes..."

"So put it back!" The knight explained, "We can't take everything away. Only by leaving some valuable things behind can we hold back those Ansa raiders!"

After that, he grabbed a servant who happened to be passing by and asked, "What are you holding?"

"Madame's jewel-box, sir."

"show me."

"But the lady..."

"Who do you think has the final say in this family?"

"You, my lord," the servant said in a panic, "you have given me the work, and you can do whatever you want with it."

Eggard rummaged through the jewelry box and picked out some things from it.

"Lord Eggard."