The Livingston Ranger on the top floor had already discovered Kant.

Before reaching the city gates, Fatis came to meet him with the Swadian heavy cavalry.

The 50 heavy cavalry on standby at all times, even the men and horses are heavily armoured, even if they are covered with a layer of linen to block the armor of the scorching sun, the horse's hooves shake the sand, and every step splashes sand particles, leaving a shallow pit, which is terrifying.

Known as the level 4 cavalry with the best defense and the strongest group combat, this reputation is not for nothing.

"Lord Kant, welcome back in triumph."

Under the leadership of Fatis, everyone respectfully greeted Kant.

"Hmm." Kant was tired, but he nodded his head.

From the departure to the salt mine, after the battle, it took two days and two nights to return, which was indeed extremely difficult.

Turning his head to see that it was already close to dusk, although the sun was not as hot as noon, it still made him sweat, and Kant beckoned and ordered: "Go and prepare food and water, and don't forget to replenish some fresh forage for the horses." ”

"My lord, you're all ready." Fatis replied that he had always been very well done.

"Good." Kant was satisfied with this.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

Fatis bowed his head respectfully, and his excellent qualities did not make him proud.

At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the low-level gnolls who were tied together, almost skinny and bone-like, but his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was slightly apologetic: "My lord, I don't know that there are so many captives, so their food and water need to be returned to the fortress before they can continue to prepare." ”

"Don't care." Kant replied.

These gnolls have excellent patience, and they won't be able to die for a while.

For the sake of safety, for two days and two nights after returning, Kant ordered that the food and water that these captives should eat were only a handful, and they could only maintain the most basic needs, and it was obviously impossible to be full of food and energy.

Surrounded by a crowd, he returned to the sentry oasis.

Manid and the merchant chieftain, as well as the infantry stationed there, also came to the city gate and waited respectfully.

And the peasants, who were still busy, heard of the triumphant return of the lord, and they all threw down their work and rushed to the city gate, standing behind the soldiers, cheering and welcoming them.

Kant rode his horse into the fortress.

With a smile on his face, although this is only the situation, his own soldiers and peasants celebrate, but from the heart.

Vanity suddenly filled his chest, making him slightly intoxicated.

Kant sighed in his heart: "No wonder the superior likes to greet them, this feeling is really unusual." ”

It's not just extraordinary, vanity bursts with vanity, it can almost make people faint, make once shrewd monarchs stupid, make warlike generals proud, and many people are ruined by these vanities.

Kant naturally understood this truth, and he calmed down quickly.

It's not that his own sanity is too strong.

It was the current scene of "Drehem" that made him sober up instantly.

There were not enough military buildings, the walls were not high, there were no arrow towers and watchtowers, there were no towers or weapon workshops, and there were no barracks for the soldiers to rest in, so they could only sleep in tents with bonfires around them at night.

There was a shortage of houses, and only a few houses could sleep 50 peasant women at night.

The 200 peasants also had to sleep in tents.

It seems that the sentry oasis is surrounded by city walls, soldiers are stationed, and everything is in order, but in fact, compared to the most backward northern county of the Lion Principality, the most remote stone pass, the environment is much stronger than here.

Turning over and dismounting, the Swadia infantry immediately came over to take the reins.

Kant also instructed: "Feed more water." ”

"Understood." The infantryman nodded, leading his horse towards the makeshift stable.

The horses that accompanied the trek were no match for camels.

Camels are known as the ships of the desert, which are replenished and perfected before leaving, and there is nothing to do for two days without eating or drinking.

A more delicate war horse can't do it.

In the past three days of back and forth, Kant, a newly replaced, carefully bred military horse from the Swadia Kingdom, has lost a lot of weight with the naked eye, and he has lost his spirit before leaving, obviously this desert trip has made him tired.

The Salander rider's Salander horse, the desert bandit's elite desert horse, is also quite tired.

Desert trekking consumes three times more stamina than in plains.

Pulling out the soft layer of sand is physically exerting, and every step is the same, and the sand can be difficult to withstand compared to the down-to-earth plains stone or dirt roads.

This is another reason why the cavalry on camels in the desert is stronger than the cavalry on war horses.

Return to the Consulate.

After Kant sat down, the peasants and peasant women, who were servants, also hurried to bring all kinds of food.

But it's still the same.

Stewed lamb, toast, grilled sausages, cabbage bisque.

However, to Kant's surprise, there was an extra layer of reddish-brown syrup on the toast, which seemed to be a honey date sugar cube melted and coated on it, which was crispy and sweet when bitten, and it was served with the same stewed lamb with sugar cubes, which added a bit of deliciousness.

This is not dark cuisine.

Accustomed to salty and hard grilled air-dried meats and grilled sausages, these sweet foods are even more appetizing.

It's just that the number is a bit small.

Just like the meal at the king's banquet, it is famous for its delicacy and small amount.

Kant ate these sweet foods in two bites, his stomach was still rumbling, he shook his head helplessly, and asked the peasant women waiting next to him, "Is there any other food?" ”

"Yes." A smile quickly appeared on the chubby faces of the peasant women: "It's being made in the kitchen." ”

"Since there is, let's hurry up and serve the food." Kant nodded urging.

These are the 50 peasant women, all of them in their 30s, just like the peasants, quite healthy, strong and powerful, and have no problem plowing the fields.

The standard Swadia woman, not the delicate girl of the city, is of no use other than to be good-looking.

Soon, the follow-up meal was served.

The peasant woman twisted the bucket waist, and her two thick legs and feet walked very fast, comparable to Kant's thighs, and she also carried a dinner plate, and walked over to put down the food on it, which were two silver plates.

"My lord, this is fried fresh antelope tenderloin, and fried eggs."

With a smile on her fat face, the peasant woman said very smugly: "My lord, I made it myself. ”

"Oh, good." Kant bowed his head, picked up the knife and fork and ate it silently.

Tastes good.

The fried tenderloin is sprinkled with a little spice and salt, and the heat of the pan-fried meat is good, and the sauce made with honey and cabbage is perfect, and the taste is not at all on the same level as when it was either grilled or stewed.

The same goes for the omelette next to it, although it is an ordinary poached egg, but it is no less than a delicacy to Kant.

The peasant women and the peasants were still waiting.

Kant ate quickly, enjoying the relaxation and comfort of returning.

Because eating delicious food, it also brings pleasant feelings in his head, and he can't help but think cranky.

If this is a book, maybe those readers who have been expecting women must like these peasant women very much, marrying back can not only snap, but also help with housework, if you are bullied, you can be a bodyguard with a kitchen knife.

"Well, they definitely like it if they don't have a girlfriend." Kant thought silently.

After eating his food quickly, Kant exhaled contentedly.

These fried foods are much better than coarse fire-roasted foods.

The peasant woman next to her also thoughtfully brought a cup of date powder washed with hot water, which is a drink after a meal, and can also be drunk as a tea, the date flavor is very strong, and the taste is still good.

Peasant women were obviously more servant than the rough-hewn peasants.

The fatigue of the journey eased slightly.

Kant wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and commanded, "Clean it up." ”

"Yes, sir." The peasant women came over and immediately began to put away their plates, ready to take them to the table and wash them.

Kant got up and walked out of the consulium.

The food outside was smelly, right down the street, with tables and chairs patched together and piled high with food.

The people of Salander were eating in high spirits, and it was evident that the fat-fried lamb was more delicious than the roasted air-dried meat and sausages, and they had had enough of them along the way.

Manid's arrangement was also very appropriate.

Seeing Kant come out, he and the caravan leader hurriedly came over to say hello: "I hope the food is still to your liking." ”

"Very good." Kant nodded with satisfaction: "The food is also very good." ”

The grease should have been purchased from the caravan leader, as only his caravan had such supplies.

As if sensing Kant's thoughts, the leader of the caravan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "My lord, Mr. Manid, did not buy oil from me, but only a large amount of grain and linen. ”

"Huh?" Kant was curious.

"Those desert antelopes are very fat, and the sheep fat is extracted from the fat."

Manid smiled and replied, "Although it has a bit of a smell, after being covered by honey and spices, the fried food tastes good, much stronger than simple baked food." ”

"Well done." Kant couldn't help but praise.

A can of oil in the caravan costs 500 dinars.

This is the oil that is refined after slaughtering the fattest pigs in the Calradia continent, and even Kant feels expensive about it, and he feels distressed just to improve his diet.

You must know that the weekly maintenance cost of 50 desert bandits is only 800 dinars.

Of course, Kant is not short of money right now.

Turning his head and smiling at the caravan leader, "I have more than 300 more gnolls captives here, and I can't wait to see those lovely dinars reappear in my hands." ”

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