Lord of the Oasis

Stone Pass, inside the consul's residence.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Baron Dylan sat on the head of his study, looked at the businessman in front of him with a gloomy face, and gritted his teeth: "That damn little thing is really vicious."

But the businessman standing in front of him did not dare to answer.

Identity is here.

However, in the room, two vassal knights who were trusted by Dylan dissuaded them from the side: "Lord Dylan, you don't need to be so angry, maybe the forces behind Baron Kant want to push him out so that he doesn't have to be completely controlled. As for you, after all, you hold the key point, which is equivalent to strangling them by the throat."

What the vassal knights were referring to was naturally the natural dividing line between the Naron Desert and the Principality of Lions, the only gap in the majestic Sangwaya Mountains, the Stone Pass.

It is where they are now, where they are firmly in control!

"Humph."

Baron Dylan's face was still gloomy, he snorted heavily, but his expression softened a little.

His vassal knights were right.

Sitting on the ground.

The Stone Pass, in particular, was the only access to and from both sides of the Sangwaya Mountains. Even some country roads and some animal roads could bypass this pass, but as long as they were carefully checked, they could always be found and blocked.

What's more, entering the Nalen Desert requires a lot of supplies, especially fresh water, which is the most important thing.

The caravan crew must be numerous and complex.

You can't transport much salt even in a light pack.

Therefore, it is necessary to replenish materials at the Stone Pass to ensure the safety after entering the Naluun Desert. If you want to take a cheap risk and bypass the pass and enter the desert, there is no doubt that it is equivalent to risking your life to enter the desert, and whether you can open up trade in the end. In other words, whether or not he will die in the desert is the most important concern.

In the past, those spy caravans, after replenishing their supplies at the Stone Pass, seemed to leave south, but in fact, they entered the Nalen Desert after carefully circumventing the pass in a circle.

These Barons of Dylan, as local lords, have long known that.

The road was blocked several times by then.

Even hiring some gangs of robbers to enter the trails and deserts to loot, with the weak guards of those businessmen, it is impossible to stop the hired professional robbers.

After all, robbers in this era are sometimes no different from mercenaries.

The already developed Baron Dylan naturally has this capital!

Thinking of this, his face looked much better, and he waved his hand to the businessman and said, "Okay, you can go down, then don't make a sound, just pretend you don't know anything, and the rest will just wait for my arrangement."

"Yes, Lord Dylan."

The businessman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly exited the study.

The other two vassal knights in the study looked at Dylan. They had been together for a long time, and obviously they understood and had arrangements for them, the baron.

Sure enough, Baron Dylan asked, "How many soldiers do we have now."

"38 knights, 150 knight squires, 500 pikemen and 100 archers."

The vassal knight in charge of army management replied: "If the army is expanded, 1,000 armed militias can be formed, 2,000 conscripted peasants, and 500 archers composed of hunters."

"Well, these are our own troops." Baron Dylan squinted.

These soldiers are his original troops.

It is equivalent to clenching its teeth and giving up all the armed forces that can be assembled after development.

Including those conscripted peasants with only pointed pitchforks.

This used to be the confidence of Baron Dylan to protect himself, but in the past three months, using the salt trade and big silver coins to open the way, the overall level of the troops has risen rapidly. This former confidence has long been ignored by him.

Baron Dylan continued, "How about those mercenaries?"

"Now there are various robbers and gangs of robbers as mercenaries, with a total of 1,600 people."

The vassal knight replied: "You can go to the battlefield with standard weapons, and the combat effectiveness is not bad.

After a pause, he solemnly reported: "But the most important thing is to accept the Gale mercenary group that we hired. There are a total of 600 light cavalrymen, and they are the strongest group of mercenaries recruited this time. "

"Sounds good." Baron Dylan nodded slightly, but his eyes were gloomy: "But the question is, can the reliability of these guys be guaranteed?"

"Ordinary mercenaries, 30 small silver coins per person per month."

The vassal knight replied immediately: "But the 600 mercenary cavalry from horse thieves need 80 small silver coins per month, and if there is a war, an additional 20 small silver coins will be added."

"That's a big silver coin." Baron Dylan snorted coldly: "I can pay back the money."

"That's the reliability."

The vassal knight was also disdainful: "These mercenaries are all greedy fellows who see money, at least no one from the surrounding nobles can hire them for a long time, so we are the only one, and use silver coins to cultivate their loyalty or not. The problem, at least it won't betray us on the battlefield."

"No, that's not what I said." Baron Dylan raised his mouth and smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "There is no reason to betray us on the battlefield, but the price is not enough."

The two vassal knights were silent, unable to refute these words.

However, Baron Dylan did not delve into this issue. Sitting on a chair, his hand tapped on the table lightly: "Next, there will definitely be a lot of caravans and spies in my pass, which is the most troublesome."

"Please order, Lord Dylan."

The two vassal knights spoke.

"Well, I really need you to be busy."

Baron Dylan nodded, knocked on the table and said, "Let our mice move, it is best to place them in any corner of the entire pass. I don't want my territory to become a sieve that anyone can enter. At that time, I really It would be very shameless, and I think you two understand that."

"We will do our best!" The two vassal knights replied in panic.

"That's what I need."

Baron Dylan smiled: "But don't worry, when this turmoil passes, I will remember your loyalty." After a pause, he looked at the two of them and said solemnly: "When the time comes, I will arrange a meeting for you. With an actual fief, and 2,000 large silver coins as a bonus, you will not be disappointed."

The faces of the two vassal knights already showed joy. When they heard Baron Dylan's words, they immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted their chests with great respect: "Sir, we will do our best to complete the task you gave us!"

"very good!"

Baron Dylan nodded with a chuckle, and waved at the same time: "Go down, wait until tomorrow to cheer up, let our mice take a good sniff, where are those dirty bed bugs."

"Yes!" The two continued to salute before exiting the room with gratitude.

But when the two left.

Baron Dylan's face darkened suddenly.

"Haha, I can't sit still anymore, have you all started to find a way back?"

His hand clenched the handle of the chair tightly, and his face was extremely bad: "You two guys are starting to have different feelings for me, really think I didn't notice it? Your extraordinary powers are all inspired by me, Now even you guys are starting to betray me, I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!"

"They are all former soldiers. You have become a baron, and they are still vassal knights under your command. How could they be willing?"

In the room, a calm voice appeared in the darkness.

Baron Dylan didn't panic. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and said, "But don't they know how to be grateful? Oh, thank you. Well, it's ridiculous that this word would come out of my mouth."

"That's right, it's really funny." The calm voice chuckled: "Just like when you betrayed Princess Sophia and the Silver Plate Kingdom on the battlefield, and then you can become this noble and truly set foot in this class, isn't it? ? You also use them as stepping stones."

"You know a lot." Baron Dylan didn't seem to hear the sarcasm and ridicule in this mouth.

"certainly."

The man in the shadow finally came out.

He limped, sat down on the chair next to the study, and said with a chuckle, "Well, you're right, Baron Dylan, the people around you are starting to betray you, if you don't think about it As for my own retreat, I think it is so futile to support it, and the final consequences will definitely be tragic."

"You're threatening me." Baron Dylan's face was gloomy, but he was rarely angry.

"I'm just telling the truth."

This person looked up, and it was the spy chief under the house in the pass.

He knew Baron Dylan's character deeply, but he didn't force it too much, but changed his tone: "Sometimes you can rely on others too early, and you will be reused, especially at this urgent juncture. You can get unimaginable benefits, such as the increase in power, the promotion of titles..." He looked up at Dylan: "And the qualifications to obtain hereditary nobles and become high-ranking nobles!"

"The conditions are very generous and reasonable." Baron Dylan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, please answer Earl Aishaja, I am willing to be his most loyal baron."

"No no no." The spy chief smiled: "You are the most loyal Viscount."

Baron Dylan also smiled: "Thank you Earl Agatha."

"She is the most merciful." The spy chief nodded: "However, you also need to pay a certain amount of loyalty now, such as sending troops into the Naron Desert and recovering the salt mines that fell outside the principality."

"It's a bit difficult, you know my troops are not yet capable of going into the desert to fight."

Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes and replied, "It's really difficult."

"No, you still misunderstood."

The spy chief chuckled: "You have troops that can enter the desert, such as a 600-person mercenary cavalry, well-equipped, powerful combat power, and sufficient logistical supplies."

"I don't understand." Baron Dylan frowned.

"This galloping mercenary group was once very popular with Earl Agatha."

The spy chief smiled and said, "Don't let down the reputation of this elite cavalry."

"No." Baron Dylan looked at the spy chief's smile, but felt a little chill in his heart. Originally, he doubted that he could recruit such an elite cavalry team, but now he is right.

This 600-strong galloping mercenary group is the secret army of Ai Jiasha, the countess of the East County, who is responsible for the black hand!

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