On the battlefield, the elite of the desert bandits walked by with spears, and when they passed by the fallen enemy, they stabbed them in the neck and chest, twisted them in half a circle, pulled them out, and continued on their way.

It's a battlefield cleanup, a standard post-war technique, and they're very good at it.

Professional touch-up.

In this day and age, serious injuries are tantamount to tragic death.

Instead of enduring the torture of illness and injury, it is better to simply die and be happy.

As for those cowardly fake dead, since they have chosen the path of cowards, there is no point in living, anyway, when the elite of the desert bandits walked over with spears, everyone on the entire battlefield accurately mended their knives.

Not half of them were left alive, even by armed militiamen who were lightly wounded.

The absence of slaughter is a manifestation of mercy.

But this is not the case with cleaning up the battlefield.

This is a warning.

The same is deterrence.

Since you have chosen to be their enemy.

The current battlefield cleaning is already destined to be mercilessly mended.

As enemies, they are not qualified to live, because on the battlefield you and I are fighting for our lives, either you die or I forget, there is no second way to go.

War is a cruel Shura field.

Temporary camps.

Inner layer.

Kant sat on a simple low chair cushioned with a saddle.

Rubbing his calves with his hands, he looked at the young knight who was on his knees in front of him, and responded to him with the most humiliated look, his face was calm, without the slightest irritation, and without much fear.

He won this victory, and the initiative was in his hands.

And in front of this young captive.

and the fish on the cutting board.

There is no difference.

This Bertreum also knelt in front of Kant with a thick rope behind his back.

Bowing his head and letting his hair hang down, he was embarrassed like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed, but in fact, he is still safe, at least he did not lose his life on the battlefield, which already shows that he survived for a reason.

Today's cooperation is one of the biggest reasons why Bertreum survived.

The wait was not too long.

Outside the tent.

The elite desert bandits who cleaned up the battlefield came back to report.

Rolf waved his hand to retreat, and at the same time whispered to Kant to convey the results of the battle, of course, the expected brilliant victory, Kant did not say much.

just nodded and said, "I know, I ordered to go down and do a good job of vigilance." ”

"Yes."

Rolf took the order.

Turning to leave, he greeted the elite bandits under his command, and then returned to the tent after making arrangements.

The night in the Eastern County Territory was still silent, but the sound of horses' hooves, and the elite desert bandits who had scattered in small groups had already scattered out with spears and scimitars like daylight, and cautiously began to patrol the perimeter to ensure safety.

"No problem."

Rolf's affirmative debriefing.

"Good." After arranging all this, Kant breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning his head to look at the captive who was still kneeling in front of him, he said calmly: "Okay, it's time for us to talk, as a mercenary group that has just come here, well, let's just forget it, we don't mean to attack you, but why did you take the lead in attacking us, this makes me puzzled, and I am also curious, what is the reason." ”

"The reason, maybe I said it was a misunderstanding, Baron Kant, you won't believe it."

Bertreum smiled wryly.

The reason for this attack was really a misunderstanding of the barbarians.

"Hmm." Kant shrugged, he still doesn't understand the truth of the matter, but the experience from the system instilled in his brain, as well as the experience of past and present lives, naturally does not simply believe in the so-called misunderstanding.

There must be a cause and an effect, and misunderstanding this kind of vocabulary can only deceive children.

"Hehe, it's a good misunderstanding."

Rolf laughed next to him: "This is indeed a misunderstanding. ”

"Huh?" Bertram looked up in astonishment, he was expected by Kant's silence, but Rolf's temperament was obviously beyond his long-standing, more gentlemanly thinking.

"We really misunderstood."

Rolf smiled, with a little cruelty in his eyes, and said: "Then this battle, in your misunderstanding, or take the initiative to attack us, we can not pursue this misunderstanding." As he spoke, he said in a deep voice, "But how can you compensate us, after all, this attack has frightened us and needs to pay for mental damages." ”

"Uhh

The fields outside the camp were littered with the bodies of those who had fallen tonight, all of them the knightly squires of Fort Avilés and the militia of the village of Nari, who had suffered heavy losses.

And now this so-called mental damage fee is really unacceptable to him.

But in fact they were the attackers.

It was the party that provoked this incident.

"I can't make a decision."

Bertreum bowed his head dejectedly, but smiled helplessly: "For me, I am just the captain of the Avilésburg guards, just one of the knightly apprentices of Viscount Gibran. ”

"Your name." Kant asked calmly.

"Bertreme." He replied.

"I haven't heard of it."

Kant shrugged: "For your three great knights, it seems to me that I have heard a little. After a pause, he reached out to hold his head and rubbed it: "I remember that ten years ago, they were also young people who survived by luck." ”

"That's right." Bertreme nodded: "I'm just a new apprentice introduced by Countess Agatha last year. ”

"New apprentice."

Kant chuckled: "You have a very good background. ”

Bertreme said gloomily, "Thanks to my father being the sheriff of the East County City. After a pause, he smiled bitterly and said, "It's the court baron canonized by Count Agatha." ”

"Hmm."

Kant raised an eyebrow.

He certainly understood what Bertreum meant.

To be able to become the new apprentice of the famous Viscount Gibran in the Eastern County Commandery, he must have enough wealth and power to support him, otherwise it is impossible to casually worship under this famous general.

As for whether it is the sheriff of the eastern county town, or the court baron canonized by Count Agasa.

That's not a surprise.

Wealth has.

There is a background.

Identity has.

This Bertrem is estimated to be even more noble, no less than the son of an ordinary baron with real power.

And Kant's mind turned rapidly, looking at Bertlem's gloomy appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, he had also thought that this might be a small temptation for Countess Agasa, his own aunt, to meddle in Avilesburg.

Bertreme's father was the sheriff of the East County town.

Born with the imprint of Countess Agasa.

Not to mention the court baron.

In fact, it was a knighthood that was bought from Countess Agasa.

It was usually done by merchants or large landowners who had served as servants or vassals, such as the treasurer, magistrate, and even steward of the eastern county, as well as the leaders of the large caravans and large landowners under them.

In other places, such people are called gentlemen, honorary titles.

The court barons were about the same.

Even in terms of actual status, it is lower than Baron Takefu.

After all, Baron Wufu has fought hard with real military exploits, and he still has real power under his hands, and he has his own direct troops, if he is lucky and invincible on the battlefield, he can continue to obtain a higher title of military merit.

And if the court baron wants to be promoted, he completely depends on the will of the person he canonized, just a servant with a noble title.

But it still represents the higher nobleman.

A place where you can be canonized as a nobleman of the court.

There are only two places.

The center of power in the Duchy of Lion, the Lion Fort of the Grand Duke of Cameron.

Or the Eastern County Lord, which is faintly independent of the Lion Principality, the Eastern County Town of Countess Agasa!

Bertreme's lips opened and he wanted to say something, but in the end he bowed his head and smiled bitterly: "That's right, Baron Kant, you guessed right, I was indeed sent by Countess Agatha to investigate Viscount Gibran's internal affairs. ”

"Go on, I love the story." Kant nodded.

"It's not a story."

Bertreum retorted in a low voice.

But his voice was even more depressed: "After the bloody battle ten years ago, Viscount Gibran became more and more weird, even tending to be weird, and even began to be independent of the jurisdiction of the Eastern County Lord. ”

"Self-respecting, semi-independent warlord state." Kant said calmly: "I understand. ”

"That's true."

Bertreum also confirmed: "Even the orders of the Countess of Agatha are sometimes refused. ”

After a pause, he continued: "But when I came to Avilésburg, even if I became a new knight's apprentice, I was still excluded from the entire system of Viscount Gibran. ”

"But in your body, you still have extraordinary power that is similar to that of Viscount Gibran."

Kant calmly reminded: "From the abyss, the power of depravity." ”

Bertreum shook his head: "I don't know what an abyss is, what a demon is, it's too far away for me, it's something of myths and legends after all, I only know that I should get supernatural power." ”

"And then you really chose this power?" Kant raised an eyebrow: "It's funny. ”

"That's right."

Bertreme nodded dejectedly: "But I didn't know that Viscount Gibran would be so depraved." ”

He couldn't help but shudder when he thought of that terrifying demonic form, just like in the legend: "My three senior brothers have been completely controlled by that evil force, even I, because of my proximity to this power, was actually controlled by Viscount Gibran at that time, and I only know irritability and killing, as well as hysterical madness!" ”

Actually, don't say it's him.

Even the knightly squires were controlled by that power.

On weekdays, I only feel that it is inspired by the reputation of Viscount Gibran, and I don't care at all when I notice it.

But now that I think about it carefully, I feel shuddering, this is clearly the use of extraordinary power, manipulating the soldiers around him, producing a certain special effect, fighting to the death, it is really irreparable madness!

"So that's why."

Bertlem thought and said dejectedly: "The truth of the victory ten years ago. ”

This is indeed the truth.

Only this kind of strength can defeat the main force of thousands of people in the Silver Plate Kingdom.

And not relying on a group of timid and frightened routs, a group of militias and peasants who had been conscripted by improvised armed forces.