TThe midday sun was blazing hot.
The temperature of the Nahrin Desert suddenly rose to a terrifying degree, like an oven.
Walking in such a scorching hot sun would cause one to fall into heat stroke and dehydration in just a dozen minutes. If one did not want to die, it was best to find a tent on the back of a dune to hide from the high noon temperature.
Kant didn't leave yet. He enjoyed the comfortable lunch he deserved in the posthouse.
He had just received a large sum of money from the golden eagles in the morning.
When he returned to the "Drondheim" Castle, he could exchange it for 268,000 denars at any time.
After paying off the loan of King Yarogelk, he still had more than half of it as surplus.
Plundering the gold of this world as a resource was much faster than the slave trade and production trade. If Kant had discovered this way to earn denar earlier, he would use up all his effort to open up a commercial route to the Dukedom of Leo.
However, it was not a success now.
A trade was created, and it needed to be maintained carefully in order to obtain the greatest return.
The merchants of the Dukedom of Leo needed Kant's table salt, while Kant needed the golden eagle of the Dukedom of Leo. Even if he had to exchange 150 great silver coins on the black market for one golden eagle, he would accept it and take the initiative to give away the profits.
This was to ensure that the following trade would be settled with the golden eagle.
After all, Kant's system only needed gold.
For example, the demand for materials like silver was actually not high, or it could be said that they were not accepted at all.
As long as Kant could obtain a large number of golden eagles, it would be the same as obtaining a large number of denar. He would obtain an opportunity for development and safeguard a strong future. There would be benefits but no disadvantages.
With the system and with the denar, his development would be blazing fast every day!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})This was only the beginning.
He ate lunch to avoid the scorching sun.
Kant took this opportunity to take a break.
The 100 Swadian Knights were still on alert. They had not participated in the previous battle, so they still had some strength left.
After all, although the merchants were forced to the top floor of the posthouse, the guards and servants of the trade caravan were still there. If they really caused a ruckus, it would be quite troublesome. He needed these knights to keep a close watch on them.
Who knew if there were any troops lying in ambush inside the posthouse, or if they had ulterior motives?
Fortunately, there was no trouble.
Rolf also led the Sarrandian to easily defeat the enemy and win the victory.
Furthermore, 120 Sarrandian Horsemen and 220 desert bandits obtained all the experience points for this victory, especially they crushed the enemy so easily. It was enough for the desert bandits to level up.
The cost of level up for the desert bandits was 20 denars, which was a total of 4,400 denars.
Kant naturally would not be stingy.
With the confirmation, the 220 desert bandits had all leveled up to elite desert bandit.
They were wearing better-quality iron-scale armors, and the number of short javelins on their backs had also increased to six. The heavy ones were also more lethal.
The current elite desert bandit could indeed be called elite. They were fully qualified to cooperate with the Sarrandian Horsemen to launch an assault. It was estimated that the 600 knight attendants would attack again, and the consequences would be even more tragic.
After the javelin rain, the desert bandits would no longer executed the tactic of hit and run.
Instead, the elite desert bandit would support the Sarrandian Horsemen's charge, raised their spears and scimitars on both sides, and charged in as they turned back, slashing the enemy mercilessly!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})However, thinking of these knight attendants, Kant could not help but squint his eyes.
He walked out of the room again.
When he came to the hall on the first floor, he found Rolf sitting on a chair.
Beside him were 30 Sarrandian Horsemen. They were holding onto their long lance and hilts in an awe-inspiring manner. They looked coldly at the 10 captives kneeling in front of them. Each of them was silent, but they were full of vigor.
Looking at the awful looks of the 10 captives, with blood at the corners of their mouths, one could tell that this was an interrogation.
And it was already over.
After obtaining the information he wanted, Rolf waved his hand. "Bring them back!"
"Yes!"
Sarrandian Horsemen nodded, walked over, picked up the ten captives, and walked out of the posthouse.
There were many tents outside for these captives, and next to them were the tents of the Swadian Knights. Their weapons and armors had already been withdrawn. But if they still dared to make the slightest movement,
they would probably be instantly massacred.
These captives had also been appointed, and they did not dare to resist in the slightest.
The attack from Rolf had directly killed these knight attendants, making them tremble in fear!
Kant did not care about these captives.
Sitting in his seat, he asked Rolf, "Where did these guys come from?"
"Oh."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Rolf's tone paused slightly.
"Speak.", Kant frowned and said, "Don't tell me you still have some hesitation?"
"Indeed.", Rolf smiled bitterly and shrugged at Kant. "These guys are called the Gale Mercenary Group. They run amok in the North and South Counties of the Dukedom of Leo. Occasionally, they even go deep into the East County. I heard that they are quite famous."
"That's right. They are indeed very famous."
Kant nodded.
This mercenary group had suddenly appeared in the past few years and had done a few big cases.
For example, they had helped some nobles kill some enemies, or they had invaded some small noble families and massacred them. Although they were not wanted by the noble court, everyone in the Dukedom of Leo knew that these horrible incidents were done by this Gale Mercenary Group.
However, anyone in the Dukedom of Leo knew that this Gale Mercenary Group was originally a group of wandering mercenaries raised by a noble.
That was why they weren't wanted by the noble court.
If it was used to be an ordinary bandit group, whether they could take over a small noble's family was another matter. Back then, if they did something that touched the bottom line of a noble, they would probably be wanted by the noble court long ago. As for the big and small nobles, even if they gritted their teeth, they would have to transfer their manpower they would still have to fight this uncontrollable bandit group.
Now, how could any noble families still want to fight this infamous mercenary group? They could be considered as the loyal dogs of the noble families, as well as the executioners for those small nobles who were trembling in fear after offending the higher noble families.
However, Kant frowned. "Looks like these guys are the Gale Mercenary Group."
"Mm hmm."
Rolf shrugged. There was no need to say more about the situation.
Kant understood.
This meant that a noble had started to target him!
The reputation of the Gale Mercenary Group was very well-known. Basically, any small nobles that they dealt with were mostly ended up in graves. In addition, they had never been captured. Therefore, their reputation alone was enough to scare a lot of people.
Now, they had appeared in Kant's Nahrin Desert with the purpose of slaughtering the Oasis Lookout.
He wanted to kill Kant!
Kant gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. "Do you know who the mastermind is?"
"They are very stubborn."
Rolf Shrugged.
"You didn't get it?", Kant frowned.
"No, I got it.", Rolf shrugged and said in a normal tone, "I picked 30 people and killed 20 of them. The remaining 10 guys told me everything they knew."
"Well done.", Kant nodded.
Rolf continued, "It's Baron Dylan."
Kant was stunned.
He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and smiled in disbelief. "Are you talking about Baron Dylan at the Stone Pass?"
"That's right.", Rolf nodded.
"Then I really don't believe it."
Kant smiled and shook his head, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Those captives didn't tell you the truth."
He was very clear about Baron Dylan's background.
Although Uncle Dylan and he had to compromise due to the need to disguise themselves.
In fact, this baron of Stone Pass was equivalent to a dispensable warrior noble in the Dukedom of Leo. He was a marginalized guy. It could be seen from the fact that he had married the daughter of a businessman that he was not accepted by the mainstream noble circle.
As long as one had the ability and had some background, the wife they married would definitely be the daughter of a noble family.
The merchant's class was only slightly higher than that of the commoners!
But in the eyes of the noble, merchants and landlords, although they had the titles of gentries, were no different from commoners.
And marrying the daughter of a non-noble was a sign of self-degradation.
If Baron Dylan had the ability to train 600 knight attendants, why would he be so resentful, ostracized by the mainstream noble circle, and become a miserable marginal noble?
This was obviously impossible. Just by thinking about it, he knew that there was definitely something fishy going on!
"Something is indeed wrong."
Rolf nodded, and his tone was a little strange. "So, I used the scabbard to slap the cheeks of these captives."
"I saw it.", Kant nodded.
When he had just come down the stairs, the faces of these captives were bruised and swollen, and there was blood at the corner of their mouths.
Although their faces could be seen in front of them, they had definitely been hit by a heavy object.
Kant frowned and said, "Who the hell is that!"
He was dissatisfied with Rolf's sloppy and somewhat delaying actions.
"It's..."
Rolf had a strange expression on his face. He thought for a moment, he then said to Kant, "After interrogation, these people's backers are Countess Agatha from the Eastern County. Uh, Lord Kant, I think you should know about this countess who is famous for her cruelty and violence, because she... uh..."
"That's right, she is my aunt, the closest aunt in blood.", Kant narrowed his eyes and took over what Rolf did not say, but his tone was cold. "Ha, aunt."
The royal family had no family, so how could there be an aunt.
Moreover, Kant had not had a good relationship with this aunt since he was young.
The most important thing was that this aunt had fallen out with his father, the Grand Duke of Leo Cameron, ten years ago. Because of this, she had even changed the name of Winter County to the East County, in order to be angry with the names of the South and North Counties.
Even the communication between the two sides, such as the communication between the top-level noble, had almost stopped.
At least, before Kant came to the Nahrin Desert, he didn't know that there were any signs of reconciliation between the two sides.
"But..."
Kant narrowed his eyes, and there was a serious look in his eyes. "Why would she send troops here?"
"I don't know.", Rolf shook his head.
If it was business, then it would be good to send a trade caravan.
Directly sending troops, and even the notorious and disreputable Gale Mercenary Group, wouldn't mean that they did not have any intention of reconciling. Instead, it would be a naked renunciation of cordiality, using the most direct way of the noble's war to resolve their grudges!
Kant did not think that he and Aunt Agatha, who was the countess, had reached such a point where they would fight each other until one of them was dead.
But no matter what, the war had indeed begun.
Since the East County had sent troops, Kant would certainly not lick his face and accept the so-called favor.
His strength was enough to protect himself!
