Mercenaries are not a rare thing in this world. In fact, the history of this industry can even be traced back to the dark age of the Gondor Empire. No matter how dynasties change or how civilizations rise and fall, it seems that people always need such a group of armed personnel wandering in the gray areas to fill the gaps in the process of social operation. They are the "blood gloves" of the nobles, the "money warriors" of the merchants, and when there is a lack of employers, they are the desperados in the mountains.

Mercenaries are legal, and even have formal guilds and a rough registration system. However, almost every mercenary has done illegal things, but so what? In this barbaric and backward world, "law" itself is not a glamorous and fair thing...

According to the news sent back by the spies, about twenty well-equipped mercenaries targeted the refugee settlement with hundreds of people, and there were at least three low-level knights and one or two mages in charge. Even if the others do not have professional levels, their combat effectiveness should be greater than ordinary soldiers. This kind of "elite" mercenary group is really rare in this industry, and it also aroused Gao Wen's great curiosity and suspicion. In order to eliminate these mercenaries who did not follow the rules, Gao Wen quickly ordered the Knights Philip to organize a thirty-man army and prepare to lead the team to "go to the expedition" himself.

No matter where the mercenaries came from, they were threatening refugees on this land, that is, threatening Cecil to take the future population security. Gao Wen did not allow this situation to continue - that was all labor force!

A legendary knight took thirty fully armed Cecil combat soldiers to deal with twenty mercenaries, which seemed a bit of a big deal, but Gao Wen had his own intention:

The thirty fully armed Cecil combat soldiers were all the new generation of "magic infantry" who had just completed their clothes--Amid the roar of the machinery manufacturing institute, the first batch of standard magic weapons had already left the production line. Thirty soldiers were equipped with brand new thermal ray guns and magic combat backpacks, and conducted basic shooting and cooperation training. This was a very young army. Even if half of the members were veterans, they were also shallow in experience in new weapons. But Gao Wen believed that these new types of soldiers who could velocity a high-energy beam were definitely more combat-effective than traditional soldiers, so he wanted to pull these soldiers into actual combat for testing.

Thirty "magic infantry" gathered on the south bank of Baishui River. Behind them was completed not long ago, and they were temporarily used to communicate with the crossing bridges on both sides of the river. The leaders who heard the news, including those newly entered the territory and who had not yet obtained the status of free people, gathered nearby and looked at this army that was very different from what they thought.

The soldiers were neatly dressed, enchanted light armor with basic reinforced magic. Each soldier wore a strange-shaped steel arm guard on his left hand, while behind him was a new generation of hard combat backpack that replaced the traditional marching bag. The enchanted sword and spare sword were fixed to their waists and the side of the backpack with iron buckles, looking majestic.

Gao Wen trained these soldiers for a long time with strict discipline and reward and punishment system, and they themselves knew that being the first batch of "magic infantry" was a special honor, so they all stood upright at this moment. Even though a large number of civilians pointed at the side with envious and amazed eyes in the distance, none of them turned their heads.

Knight Philip walked up and said, "Sir, the soldiers and supply convoys have been assembled and can set off at any time."

Gao Wen nodded and glanced at Amber next to him. This time, he did not bring more people except Amber and Philip. He believed that there were thirty magic infantrymen here, and with his own pressure, only twenty mercenaries could not cause much storm: "Then we..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly found some commotion among the civilians in the distance. A loud voice came from the crowd: "Give it, let it go... Thank you for giving me a space... Holy Light, you stepped on my feet... Let it thank you for your sake..."

Gao Wen was stunned to see the crowds separated from the middle, and then the Schwarzenegger-type missionary named Wright ran all the way toward this side.

He was wearing the shabby robe of the Holy Light Priest, and the robe that was not very fit was tightly pressed against his body, and his muscles almost bulged out from under the robe, just as if he was planning to find a few pagans to die together.

"Holy Light! I'll do it..." Wright ran to the front of the army and looked up at Gao Wen riding on the horse, but after saying a few words, he was stunned, "It's you? Are you... the manager of the construction site?"

Because he did not get Gao Wen's permission, no one told the missionary for so many days that the lord of this land was the big man who sat with him on the brick pile that day and chatted...

Gao Wen didn't expect to meet the other party again under this situation, and his identity could not be hidden, so he nodded with a smile: "I didn't lie to you at that time. I am indeed in charge of this land - the lord is also in charge of the business, right?"

"Holy Light! Are you the lord of this land?! The legendary Gauven Cecil who jumped out of the coffin by anger by unfilial descendants?!" Wright exclaimed, and used his hand to draw the symbol of the God of Holy Light on his chest, "I thought you were the foreman!"

Gao Wen: "…"

The Knight Philip next to him pulled out his sword in a flash: "Missionary! Pay attention to your words and deeds! No..."

"Ahem," Gao Wen quickly blocked Philip's upcoming duel request, "Don't be excited, this...is one of the rumor I had to spread by Byron back then..."

Amber rolled her eyes: "You're going to be a tragedy, maybe how many folk versions will continue to ferment in the future."

Philip & Gao Wen: “…”

After a moment of embarrassment, Gao Wen had to divert everyone's attention. He looked at Wright: "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you my true identity when I first met. I just wanted to talk to you as an ordinary person so that I can get to know the clergy of this era."

"It's understandable that this is a prudent and wise move," Wright smiled freely, "then I don't have to continue to worry about whether my papers were actually sent to the lord."

Gao Wen pulled the corner of his mouth and looked at the missionary curiously: "What are you doing to me? You should be able to see that we are going to go to war."

"I came for this," Wright immediately straightened, "I hope to set out with you."

This surprised Gao Wen: "Why? You are not my soldier, nor are you a lord adviser or something, why should you go with us?"

"How can the troops go without the priests?" Wright looked for granted. "And as the only priest of the Holy Light Church here, I have the obligation to use my own strength to help everyone in this land, especially when practicing justice - I have heard that you are going to rescue a group of refugees who are starving in the wilderness. I must not stop going."

Gao Wen couldn't help but jumped - every sentence of the other party was in line with the doctrine and people's moral concepts, but how many priests in the Holy Light Church really took these doctrines seriously in this era? This guy... no wonder he was driven out by the church in the central diocese.

Even if I just think about it, Gao Wen could guess how unpopular this guy with a wrong style is in the church.

But Philip, who also believed in piety and pursued the chivalrous spirit, highly praised Wright's speech. The young and rigid knight seemed to have forgotten that he had drawn his sword and planned to duel with the other party. At this time, he praised: "What a speech by an honest man, Pastor Wright, you are not only a good priest, but also a chivalrous spirit!"

Gao Wen looked up and down at Wright, thinking quickly in his heart.

According to his first reaction, he wanted to reject this weird Holy Light Priest.

Military operations, even if they are just small actions to wipe out a wave of mercenaries, should be rigorous and serious. A Holy Light Priest who suddenly asked to "get in line" made Gao Wen feel inappropriate, but after thinking for a while, he felt that it was nothing to bring this priest with him.

Perhaps this is a good opportunity to observe the other party, and what Wright said is indeed good - it is necessary to accompany the military priest.

Although the soldiers brought the healing potion prepared by Pittman and his assistant, it would be better to have a professional healer in the team. The old druid was conducting a key experiment to promote the production of the plant potion at this time and could not be followed. Wright was able to fill this vacancy.

As long as this pastor can obey the command.

"Please rest assured, this is not the first time I have been a clerk in the army," Wright smiled confidently when he heard Gao Wen's request. "Although the central region is peaceful, there are often lords who organize troops to wipe out robbers and monsters in the mountains. I am often sent by the church to be a clerk in the army, and I am very familiar with all this."

Gao Wen looked at the pastor’s tendon flesh, wondering whether he was going to fight with the army or leading the army to charge...

Finally, a strange Holy Light Priest was added to the team.

Under the gaze of the leaders, the team set off.

At the same time, crossing the mountains and wilderness on the north side of the Baishui River, crossing the refugees who were hungry in the wilderness and the greedy thugs who regarded refugees as prey, the family castle inherited by the Kant family for generations still stands quietly on the hill next to "Kuilin Town" just like hundreds of years in the past.

This glorious family has ruled this land for more than 300 years. Before the Cecil family declined, it had already existed here as one of the rare "independent nobles" in the southern region. After the Cecil family declined, the Kant family was lucky enough to escape the storm that subverted the entire southern region, and still firmly took root here and continued to this day.

Three hundred years have been enough to polish the most glorious and majestic fortress of the past. Even after many renovations and repairs, Kant Castle inevitably reveals its vicissitudes and ages. Its narrow windows that conform to tradition are embedded high on the thick stone walls. Even at noon, every room in the castle is filled with shadows of darkness.

The already old Victor Cond sat in his study, a little bit of sunlight shone into the room from the narrow window behind him, making his hunched body look even more gloomy. He looked down at the stack of parchment he had just finished writing, which was full of unknown symbols and graffiti words. Then he raised his head and looked at the butler who was as old as him: "Mr. Carter, have those 'hounds' found new prey?"

"Yes, Master," the old housekeeper bent over, "In the mountains to the south, there was a group of malnourished homeless people who had no idea of ​​their coming fate - but the hounds had not yet taken action."

"They want money, more money," Victor Kant's head trembled, as if he was angry, but his tone was smiling, "Dogs need rewards for food to work hard for their masters, and the same goes for dogs with two legs... Then give them 'food'. Mr. Carter sent someone to take the money bag to find the hounds, telling them to do it quickly and bring the refugees to me-if they delay, there will be no next cooperation. Now it's Frost Moon, and they should be very clear that there is not much opportunity to make this kind of money."

"Yes, Master."

The old butler left, Victor Kant lowered his head again, buried his head in the confused symbols and lines. The noon sun shone hard into the study through the narrow window, as if it was dim and blurred through a thick and thick fog.
Chapter completed!