Lord of the Oasis

On the battlefield, the elite desert robbers walked by carrying spears. When passing by the fallen enemy, they stabbed them in the neck and chest, twisted them half a circle, pulled them out, and moved on.

It's cleaning the battlefield, standard post-war tactics, and they're very skilled at it.

Professional repair.

Serious injuries in this day and age equal tragic death.

Rather than endure the torment of illness and pain, it is better to simply die and be happy.

As for those cowardly suspended animations, since they chose the path of cowards, there is no point in living. Anyway, when the elite desert robbers walked over with their spears, everyone on the entire battlefield made up for it accurately.

Not to leave half a survivor, even in the face of lightly wounded armed militias.

The absence of slaughter is an act of kindness.

But that's not the case with sweeping the battlefield.

This is a warning.

Also deterrence.

Since you choose to be enemies with them.

Then the current battlefield cleaning is destined to be merciless.

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

War is a cruel Shura field.

Temporary camp.

inner layer.

Kant sat in a simple low chair padded with a saddle.

Rubbing his calf with his hands, he looked at the young knight who was kneeling on his knees in front of him, and responded to him with the most humiliating appearance. His face was calm, without the slightest anger or fear.

He won this victory, the initiative is in his hands.

And in front of this young prisoner.

Just like the fish on the cutting board.

no difference.

This Bertram also knelt in front of Kant resignedly, with his hands on his back.

Bowing his head and letting his hair hang down, he was like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed, but the fact that he is still safe now, at least he didn't lose his life on the battlefield, has already proved that he survived for a reason.

Today's cooperation is one of the biggest reasons why Bertram can survive.

The wait time was not too long.

outside the tent.

The elite desert robbers who have cleaned up the battlefield will report back.

Rolfe waved his hand to retire, and at the same time whispered to Kant the results of the battle. Of course, Kant did not express much about the expected brilliant victory.

Just nodded and said: "I see, I ordered to go down and do a good job of vigilance."

"Yes."

Rolf took the lead.

Turned around and left, greeted the elite bandits under his command, and returned to the tent after making arrangements.

The night in East County was still silent, but the sound of horses’ hooves erupted, and the elite desert robbers scattered in small groups, carrying spears and machetes like the daytime, and began to patrol the surroundings cautiously to ensure safety.

"No problem."

Rolfe definitely reports.

"Very good." After arranging all this, Kant was slightly relieved.

Turning his head to look at the prisoner who was still kneeling in front of him, he said calmly: "Okay, it's time for us to talk, as a mercenary group that just came here, um, let's put it this way, we didn't attack you. I mean, but why you guys would take the lead in attacking us, this puzzles me, and I'm also curious as to what the reason is."

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

Bertram smiled wryly.

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

"Well." Kant shrugged. He still doesn't know the truth of the matter, but the experience in his mind from the system instillation, as well as the experience of past and present life, naturally won't simply believe the so-called misunderstanding.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect. Misunderstanding this word can only deceive children.

"Haha, it's a good misunderstanding."

Rolfe smiled beside him: "This is indeed a misunderstanding."

"Ah?" Bertram raised his head in amazement, he was expecting Kant's silence, but Rolfe's temperament was obviously beyond what he had been through for a long time.

A more gentleman's scope of thinking.

"We really misunderstood."

Rolfe smiled and said with a bit of malice in his eyes: "Then, in this battle, because of your misunderstanding, or take the initiative to attack us, we can ignore this misunderstanding." After speaking, he said solemnly: "But How are you going to compensate us, after all, this attack has frightened us and requires mental damage."

"Uh..." The stunned look in Bertram's eyes was even more intense.

On the farmland outside the camp, the bodies of those who died tonight were piled up. They were all the knights and servants of Aviles Fort and the militiamen of Nali Village. The losses were extremely heavy.

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

But in fact they were the attackers.

The one who provoked this incident.

"I can't make a decision."

Bertram lowered his head dejectedly, but smiled helplessly: "For me, I'm just the captain of the Fort Aviles guard, and one of Viscount Gibran's knight apprentices."

"Your name." Kant asked calmly.

"Bertram," he replied.

"never heard of that."

Kant shrugged: "I have heard a little about your three senior knight brothers." After a pause, he stretched out his hand to support his head and rubbed his head: "Remember ten years ago, they were lucky enough to survive. Young people."

"That's right." Bertram nodded. "I'm just a new apprentice who was introduced by Countess Agatha last year."

"New apprentice."

Kant chuckled lightly: "Your family background is very good."

Bertram said gloomily: "Thanks to my father being the sheriff of East County City." After a pause, he smiled bitterly: "It is the court baron conferred by Earl Agatha."

"Well."

Kant raised an eyebrow.

Of course he understood what Bertram meant.

To be able to become the new apprentice of the famous Viscount Gibran in the East County Territory, it is absolutely necessary to have enough wealth and power to support it, otherwise it is impossible to worship this famous general casually.

As for the sheriff of East County City, or the court baron conferred by Earl Agatha.

Then it's no wonder.

Wealth has.

Background has.

Identity has.

This Bertram is estimated to be even more noble, no less than the son of an ordinary powerful baron.

And Kant's mind turned quickly, looking at Bertram's dejected appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he also thought that this might be Countess Agatha, his aunt, who wanted to intervene in the small children of Avilesburg. Tentative.

Bertram's father was the sheriff of East County.

Born with the brand of Countess Agatha.

Not to mention the baron of the palace.

In fact, it was money, a title bought from Countess Agatha.

It is usually done by merchants or big landowners who have been servants or vassals, such as financial officers, magistrates, and even housekeepers in Dongjun City, as well as subordinate caravan leaders and big landowners.

Elsewhere, such people are called gentlemen, an honorary title.

The same is true of the court barons.

Even in actual status, it is lower than Baron Wufu.

After all, Baron Wufu was fought with real combat achievements, and he still has real power under his hands. He has the troops directly under him. If he is lucky on the battlefield, he is invincible and can continue to obtain higher titles.

And if the baron of the court wants to be upgraded, it depends entirely on the meaning of the person who is enshrined, just a servant with a noble title.

But it can still represent the higher aristocrat.

A place that can be canonized as a royal nobility.

There are only two.

The center of power of the Principality of Lions, the Lion Fort of Archduke Cameron.

Or the East County Territory, which is faintly independent from the Principality of Lions, the East County City of Countess Agatha!

Bertram opened his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "Yes, Baron Kant, you are right, I was indeed sent by Countess Agatha to investigate Viscount Gibran. Inside."

"Go on, I like this story." Kant nodded.

"It's not a story."

Bertram retorted in a low voice.

But his voice was even more decadent: "Viscount Gibran became more and more weird after the bloody battle ten years ago, and even tended to be weird, and even began to be independent from the jurisdiction of the East County Territory."

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

"Indeed."

Bertram also confirmed: "Even Countess Agatha's orders are sometimes rejected."

After a pause, he continued: "But when I come to Fort Avilés, even if I become a new knight apprentice, I am still excluded from the entire Viscount Gibran system."

"But in your body, there is still an extraordinary power that is related to Viscount Gibran."

Kant calmly reminded: "From the abyss, the fallen power."

Bertram shook his head: "I don't know what an abyss is or what a demon is. It's too far away for me. After all, this is a myth and legend. I only know that I should obtain extraordinary power."

"And you really chose this power?" Kant raised his eyebrows: "It's interesting."

"That's right."

Bertram nodded sullenly: "But I didn't know that Viscount Gibran could be so depraved."

He thought of the terrifying demon form, as in the legend, and couldn't help shuddering: "My three senior brothers have been completely controlled by that evil force, even me, because of my proximity to this force. The power was actually controlled by Viscount Gibran at that time, and he only knew irritability and killing, as well as hysterical madness!"

Actually, don't say it was him.

Even the knights and servants were controlled by that power.

On weekdays, I only thought that it was motivated by Viscount Gibran's reputation, but I didn't care at all when I noticed it.

But now that I think about it carefully, I feel shivering. This is clearly the use of extraordinary power to control the surrounding soldiers, resulting in some kind of special effect, and fighting endlessly for it is really irreversible madness!

"So that's the reason."

Bertram thought about it and said sullenly, "The truth of the victory ten years ago."

This is indeed the truth.

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

Instead of relying on a group of cowardly rout soldiers, a group of militias and peasants conscripted by temporary armed forces.

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