Sitting in the main seat of the posthouse hall.
Kant sipped the date palm powder that had been boiled with hot water. It was a little too sweet.
However, this was a sufficient amount of sugar, which could be quickly converted into the energy that the human body needed to replenish its exhausted strength. It was very suitable for these travelers who had come here after a long journey through the desert.
The militiamen also prepared porridge that was cooked to a pulp. They added minced fish and dates sugar in it.
The food was not considered rich, but it was suitable for the human body's current needs.
The accompanying Swadian knights had already dismounted, they sat on both sides of the long table. There was also a big bowl of porridge in front of them. They had added sugar cubes and minced fish so that they could relieve the fatigue on the road.
There was nothing more satisfying than the sweet porridge with fish that was cooked to a pulp, easily digesting, and still warm.
There was also a bath water, but it was prepared for Kant alone.
A militia came over and reported the bath water that had already been prepared in the room.
"Mm.", Kant nodded and praised, "It's very thoughtful of you to prepare it.". However, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head and smiled. "I remember that I promised to transfer you away at that time?"
"Yes.", the militiamen lowered their heads and suddenly felt a little awkward. "There's no need for that now."
"Why?", Kant asked.
"My lord, at that time, there were only ten of us in this posthouse, and this place was very gloomy, so we applied for a transfer.". The militia explained, "Now that there are more people, it's also lively. It doesn't matter if we're transferred or not."
Kant understood and nodded. "I see."
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"Understood, my lord!"
The militiamen puffed out their chests and raised their heads, looking very energetic.
They were not afraid of the battlefield.
They just hated that there was no mission that could keep them busy. They just waited in the posthouse all day long. Even when they patrolled, they could not monitor the surrounding environment even if they wanted to. This is because they were footmen, and their foot ranges were very limited.
Those guys with ulterior motives, as long as they went around this desert plain and walked between the sand dune on both sides, they would be able to make the militiamen who were monitoring the surrounding terrain blind. After all, they were not desert bandits, who could ride desert horses and could pass through the sand dune and patrol freely. The desert bandits also had excellent talent in desert survival and reconnaissance.
Now, these militiamen from the Kingdom of Swadia only needed to help make food and ensure that breakfast, lunch, and supper were ready. The tasks were neither light nor heavy, and the posthouse was still very lively.
Therefore, they did not want to leave this posthouse and their current posts.
Since that was the case, Kant did not force them.
Currently, there were not many posts that could accommodate these ten militiamen.
Thinking of this, Kant's eyes flickered slightly, and a dialog box appeared on his retina. In the interface of the troop class, the ten Swadian militia had indeed reached the standard of level up.
"Since that's the case."
Kant turned his head, and the ten militiamen were all busy in the room of the posthouse.
The merchants outside were still flattering Rhodok people and did not care about the situation in the room. With a thought, he ordered the system in a deep voice, "Level up 10 militiamen to Swadian footman."
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The system gave a notification.
A crisp sound rang out, and a small amount of denars was spent.
And in the room, the ten Swadian militiamen had removed their iron-scale armors. Instead, within their linen coats, a precise mail armor appeared. Their weapons had also become fan-shaped shields and spatha.
Although they had lost their hunting crossbow and spear, their combat strength had improved significantly!
This included their physical fitness.
There were still 10 of them, but it was no problem for them to defend the posthouse.
As for the troop class interface, there were more than 50 desert bandits could already level up to elite desert bandits.
However, Kant did not choose to level up them.
After all, from the current situation, the combat strength of these desert bandits was sufficient. If they spread out, they would be like scouting lone wolves. If they gathered together and cooperated with the Sarrandian horsemen, they would be like a pack of ferocious wolves baring their fangs.
Not to mention the guards of the trade caravan, even the regular army would have a headache if they encountered them.
The bandits that were nurtured by the Sarrandian Desert and they could traveled in the Nahrin Desert like fishes in water!
In the posthouse hall.
The Swadian knights had already finished eating.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})The light footmen were still busy in the kitchen, cooking more food. After all, the desert bandits and Sarrandian horsemen who were still patrolling outside had not had the time to eat.
In fact, the dinner that Kant and the horseman ate should have been theirs.
But they did not mind it.
The cooking in the kitchen was also very fast. The new porridge, freshly baked bread, and dried meat were all ready.
Batches of Sarrandian horsemen and desert bandits came in to eat in turn.
Outside, Rolf was still bargaining with the merchants in a carefree manner. It was unknown what he wanted to extort for Kant but looking at the pitiful looks of the merchants outside, one could tell that they were probably in Rolf's hands and would have to shed a layer of skin before they could leave.
Who asked them to be in a weak position and still want to contend with Kant? Even if Kant was generous and merciful, Rolf had no intention of letting them go.
Great silver coins needed to be paid.
All the goods brought with them needed to be confiscated.
Even the next qualification to trade also required negotiation and bribery.
As a scoundrel noble, Rolf was very qualified for this. Not to mention extortion at the max level, even threats, verbal threats, and physical threats were top-notch.
Kant did not pay too much attention to it. He was also very relieved to hand it over to Rolf.
Different people had their own specialties.
Thinking of this, Kant began to miss the mages who had previously stayed in "Aaron" Town.
If they were here, perhaps their deterrence would be even greater.
However, this was just a thought.
The situation below the Senwaya Range was even more complicated. The mages had long come to the conclusion that there were probably a large number of demons from hell or the abyss that were sealed underground, which was why there was negative energy that appeared from underground, in contrast to the positive energy sprinkled down from the sky, the Senwaya Range was a very cool and special environment despite being at the edge of the desert.
And this environment was not bad in Kant's opinion. At least the large amount of vegetation growing in the mountain range was very good. It could be said that it was lush and lively, feeding more wild animals.
Of course, there were also many demonized creatures.
As well as the dangerous demons underground.
Letting the mages stay in the Senwaya Range was also a guarantee for "Aaron" Town.
"Wait."
Kant was slightly stunned. He slowly walked in the desert near the posthouse, and his footsteps also stopped slightly.
He thought of the reward he had obtained from the mission to eliminate the abyssal demon. Moreover, he obtained quite a lot of rewards from heading to the ancient passage. He actually forgot about it for a moment.
Dialog box instantly popped up on the retina of his mind communication system.
——
Posthouse X 1
Water bandits' lair x 1
Ammunition replenishment x 2 times
Random village X 1 times
Recruitment doubled x 1 times
Terrain transformation (river) x 1 times
——
These were the system cards Kant currently possessed.
As long as Kant wanted to, then he could build or use it at any time.
However, after planning for the future, Kant was somewhat conflicted. Although these six cards were extremely valuable, the cost-benefit ratio was not too high for Kant at the moment.
Naturally, the river needed to be stored and could not be used.
The ammunition replenishment skill also needed to be used at the crucial moment of the battle.
These two cards needed to be temporarily sealed.
However, Kant had already had an idea for the posthouse, which was to be built at the salt mine and specially arrange for a small team of desert bandits and a small number of peasants to be stationed there. Not only would they be able to collect coarse salt at any time and allow the camel caravan to transport it quickly, but they could also act as the eyes and ears of "Drondheim" Castle in the north. If anything unusual happened, they would be able to report it at any time.
It could be considered as killing two birds with one stone. As long as they provided good food and water, the posthouse built at the salt mine could even become the center of the salt mining industry. When the salt-making workshop in "Drondheim" castle expanded, its role would be even more apparent.
As for doubling the recruitment, Kant planned to use it in the apprentice dormitory.
This was the recruitment place for his only troop class with extraordinary strength.
In the ancient passage and underground cave, he had already seen how powerful the magic power produced by a mage apprentice after they had leveled up to a mage. It could be considered as more than enough to form a single army!
The terrifying single-target thunder, the group damage ice attack, and the summoning of golems, the AOE acceleration and sharp golden blades enhancement.
In addition, there were continuous magic bullets and fireballs like a rain of arrows.
Their combat power was abnormally high!
They were worthy of the title of battle mages of the Enfath Empire!
However, the weekly recruitment of apprentices was limited to one person. With the doubling of recruitment, they could become two people. Although the number was still very small, the power of the troop class was extremely high.
Two mages could summon 60 golems.
Ten mages could summon 300 golems.
If there were 50 people, then they could directly summon 1500 golems!
In addition to all kinds of single-target groups and continuous amplification spells, it was not just a matter of one-man army, but reality. It could completely crush the psychological defense line of the enemy. It was an extremely shocking reality!
For example, in a normal battle.
50 mages suddenly summoned 1,500 golems that were not afraid of death and did not have any vital points among the enemy. They held heavy hammers in their hands and started killing. The effect they produced was even more terrifying than the charge of 1,500 heavy cavalries.
After all, no one could imagine why these golems would appear right beside them!
But the random villages and the Water bandits' lair.
Kant was having a headache.
At the moment, Kant did not know where else he could set up a village.
He already had the Oasis Lookout's "Drondheim" Castle and the Senwaya Range's "Aaron" Town. If he wanted to set up another village, he needed to be even more cautious, extra cautious.
