I didn’t plan to stay in this town longer, and there was a large group of villains who didn’t like me gathered under the shadow of the castle. So I called Joseph and Skade, had a casual breakfast in the hotel, and left.

Tranotinoc.

The temporary camp of the troops was not far from the town. As soon as we entered the camp, soldiers surrounded us one after another.

Most of them looked angry, "Sir, I heard that His Majesty the King refused to give us a reward. Is it true?"

"Quiet, soldiers, quiet," Joseph squeezed in front of me, stood on a stone on one side and shouted loudly, "Ludwig II has issued a reward edict, and you will all be Sir Lancelot from now on.

Territory Guard!"

His words caused a commotion among the soldiers. Of course, they were happy. His voice was quickly covered by the noisy chatter of the soldiers. "Quiet, quiet!" He stretched out his hands and shook his head downwards with all his strength.

After pressing the button, it was finally possible to regain control of the crowd.

"Ahem," seeing everyone looking back at him, Joseph cleared his throat quickly. I guess the sound just now must have made his throat very uncomfortable, "Our fiefdom is in the northernmost town of Palik, Ludwig

Xi II is ignorant and ignorant, but we will tell him what true loyalty is, loyalty to this country!"

"Now," he jumped down from the stone neatly and clapped his hands, "everyone is having breakfast in the camp and then preparing to go north!"

The gathered soldiers dispersed in a hurry, and a large amount of smoke soon floated in the camp, followed by a rich aroma mixed with the aroma of bread and broth.

What is disappointing is that not long after the smoke rose, a man dressed as a guard rode a fast horse, rushed out of the gate of Tranotinok, and rushed towards the camp without slowing down, if it weren't for the camp

The guard standing guard at the door has drawn his weapon and is aiming it at him. He may drive his horse directly into our camp.

"Hush!" The man immediately pulled on the reins tightly and finally stopped the horse at the entrance of the camp. He turned over and dismounted with an angry look on his face.

"Who told you to light a fire here!" Before I even got closer, I heard his ugly voice like a duck, "This is Tranotinok, the fiefdom of His Majesty the King. If there is a fire, what crime will you be responsible for?"

!? Put out the fire immediately!”

"Skelder," I curled my lips at the big man standing next to me, "Go and deal with it, I don't want to see him."

"As ordered," Skade gave me a military salute and walked towards the camp gate with a fierce look.

"What's going on?" I saw Skade pushing away the soldiers at the door and walking up to the envoy, "I am Skade Lavenders, captain of Sir Lancelot's guard. You came here so early in the morning.

What are you doing?"

"Tell your men to put out the fire," the messenger said angrily. "Your lord should teach you what etiquette is. Your soldiers not only set fire outside the king's town, but they also didn't treat me at all."

respect!"

"You want respect?" Skade raised his eyebrows when he heard this, nodded as if he had suddenly realized it, and then swung a punch and hit the unsuspecting messenger hard on the bridge of the nose, "This is my respect.

.”

"Oh, that punch must have hurt." I saw the messenger's face covered in blood, screaming and falling to the ground. That punch must have choked him hard.

But Skade was obviously not satisfied yet. He stretched out a hand and picked up the bloody envoy from the ground. "If you and your king really prohibit setting fires outside the city, then why didn't there be any fire last night?"

Someone came out to stop us? You have to find a decent excuse, you idiot."

"Now," after Skade said the above words, he gently released his grip on the messenger and turned around, "if I count to three, you will still act like a piece of shit and stand in the way.

At the gate of our camp, I don’t mind showing you more of my respect for you,..."

"Barbarians, savages, ungrateful bastards!" What made me a little funny was that just as Skade started counting, the messenger actually started crying. He ran back to his horse in tears, whimpering.

The sound quickly faded away along with the sound of horse hooves.

"Good job, Skade," I stretched out my fist, punched Skade's strong chest twice, and pulled him towards the camp, "I hate these followers around the king the most.",

"Me too, sir," Skade rubbed his head and laughed, "They always run out of nonsense. His Majesty the King said this blah blah, and His Majesty the King said blah blah that, as if they couldn't talk without the king.

It’s like it’s gone.”

"I like hearing this, Skade," I smiled and said goodbye to him at a fork in the camp. "Remember to pack your luggage and wear your equipment. If you miss something or lose something,

, I won’t pay you to make up for it!”

"The same goes for you, sir." Skade stretched out a hand and clenched it into a fist, touched me in mid-air, laughed with me, and walked in two different directions.

After parting ways with Skade, I continued to walk along the dirt road that was not a road, and soon reached the front of my tent.

I opened the door curtain and walked into the large tent that the soldiers had left for me. Except for the armor and broken steel I was wearing, the rest of my belongings were neatly stored in the boxes in the tent.

I opened the box and took the mithril ingots out of the box one by one, while thinking about the future.

I don't know how long I can exist as a knight. The ruler of Valencia obviously doesn't like me. Even if the fairy can protect me, it is impossible for me to sit in this position permanently.

Not to mention the trap that Aktila laid in the edict for me, about "the dead souls disturbing the people around Palik Town". I have seen a real resurrected person, and this will definitely not be a simple one.

The story of two ghosts who scare the residents of a small town.

This news really worries me, and Aktila even viciously named me to deal with this matter. Compared with this, the geographical location of Palik Town is hardly an annoying thing.

In fact, it is still very annoying. Not only is this town located at the northernmost point of Valencia, it also borders the Empire. With Siegfried's Wall completely abandoned, I still have to worry about the enemies on the Empire's side.

Come to me to settle accounts. I have feuds with many people in the empire.

Having said that, I do not intend to give up on this country. Although the ruler of this country is hopeless, I still want to serve Sir Cid, Sir Galahad, Sir Gwen, and everyone who loves

People in this country do something good.

It's good to be a small frontier lord. At least no one will interfere with me. The king and queen would like to hide far away and watch me die in the process of dealing with the undead. This means that I can do my best,

Bring more changes to my entire territory.

"Sir," a soft call interrupted my thoughts. Joseph stood at the door of the camp, lifting the curtain with one hand and looking at me, "the troops are ready, we should go north."

"Ah, okay," I stood up and hid the wrapped mithril in my arms. I had to find a way to deal with these hot treasures.

The dwarf Kelod was originally the best candidate, but unfortunately I'm not sure if he really regards me as a friend and is strong enough to resist temptation.

I could only think of a solution later. I sighed, stood up, and together with Joseph, restored the entire camp to its packed form.

The soldiers were already ready to set off, and there was a long line of carriages parked at the entrance of the camp. Of course, the stupid king's conscience would not notice it. These carriages were all made by Cid, who was promoted to the royal general because of his meritorious service in guarding Valencia.

Jazz arranged it for me and thoughtfully put a lot of thick clothing to keep out the cold in the car.

"Brothers, let's go!" I shouted, and boarded the first carriage under the escort of Joseph and Skade. The soldiers got on the carriage one after another under the arrangement of the non-commissioned officers, and a long convoy started driving slowly.

Heading towards the north where it is cold all year round.

It is winter at the moment, and the days have just entered the twilight month of winter. As we go all the way north, the scenery on both sides of the road has long become monotonous, with only the occasional undulating silver-white land. If it weren't for the guards constantly sweeping the road.

Snow, keep the King's Road open, I'm afraid even the road under our feet has become completely white.

After marching forward for another day, the convoy began to turn slightly and began to drive in the north-east direction. The heavy snow that should be expected in this season also appeared in my field of vision.

"Fairy above, please protect us from a snowstorm," Joseph on the side looked at the snow outside the window and suddenly spoke with some worry. I saw him wearing a thick cotton coat, breathing white from his mouth, and praying devoutly.

Praying.

The temperature was indeed a bit low, and a gust of cold wind blew into the carriage compartment, making me wrap my clothes a little tighter. The soldiers on the side were shivering even more, leaning against each other, eager to warm each other up with the body temperature of their comrades.

body of.

In such a cold land, even if you wear cotton clothes and cotton trousers, it is difficult to resist the biting cold.

Fortunately, this hellish journey finally ended on the fifth day. The motorcade slowly drove into the town of Palik under the uneasy eyes of the people, and finally stopped in the center of the town.

I jumped off the carriage, braved the wind and snow and approached the town hall, and knocked hard on the heavy iron-clad wooden door.

The sound rang above my head, and some of the snow on the eaves fell off under my rough movements, and most of it fell on me, which made me even colder. Fortunately, with the heart of the dragon, I haven't

Any feeling of discomfort or pain.

A creaking sound also sounded, "Wait a minute, this door is a little... old," a somewhat vague voice sounded from behind the door, followed by two loud "dong dong" sounds, and finally followed by a breathtaking sound.

With a squeaking sound, the door slowly opened.

"I'm really sorry," said a thin old man behind the door, "Please come in, warm yourself up by the fire."

He opened the door a little wider, revealing a gap big enough for people to pass through. As I ducked in, he quickly closed the door again, fastened the gate, and walked slowly toward the room.

Above the head is a large candlestick chandelier. The candle is burning steadily, emitting a somewhat swaying but enough light to illuminate the entire hall.

Another light source in the hall is the huge stove at the end of the hall. Four people are sitting around the stove to spend this cold night.

There were a total of five chairs by the stove, and the owner of the last chair was staggering towards the group of people, shouting: "Old Charlie, there are guests, and they should be for you, the mayor!"

The man he called Old Charlie stood up slowly and turned around. He was a man about the same age as the old man who opened the door, but obviously much stronger. He looked at me a few times before he spoke cautiously and expectantly.

Asked: "This guest, I think you are dressed as a knight. I wonder what your business is in coming to this place where no one remembers you in such bad weather?"

"Wait a minute," I stretched out a hand, took out the edict from the bag I carried with me, and handed it to the village chief named Old Charlie, "I am Lancelot, the Grand Knight Commander who was appointed to this town.

At the same time, I was ordered to deal with the problem of dead souls here, which is written in the edict."

When the three young men who were still warming up by the fire heard the news, they all jumped over and looked at the edict carefully with Old Charlie. Old Charlie read the edict carefully. After a while, he became a little excited and a little nervous.

He saluted me in fear.

"Welcome to your town, Lord Lancelot, I am the mayor Charles Ferrat."

"This is the bell ringer of the town hall," he pointed to the old man who first opened the door to me, and began to introduce his identity, "his name is Victor Liberace."

"And these three," after Victory saluted me, he pointed to the three young men, "they are the guards of the town hall and the militia captains of the town, George, Allen and Mark."

I nodded to them all, "I understand. In fact, I also brought about two thousand guards. They are outside now." I pointed to the door of the town hall. "Waiting for this heavy snow."

As soon as it stops, I will arrange for them to start building the castle for me, but the question is, can the town provide them with a place to live for a period of time."

The militia captains and Victory looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally they all turned their attention to the town elder Charlie. The meaning is self-evident.

Seeing their reaction like this, old Charlie frowned a little ugly. I guess this matter should have made him worried, so he didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to express the problem in his heart.

Old Charlie frowned and glanced at me secretly several times. Seeing that I really had no intention of speaking, he gritted his teeth with difficulty and spoke: "It's not impossible. I can arrange them to live in the townspeople's homes. Lan

Lord Sloat, but I hope your troops can...obey military discipline."

"It's natural," I breathed out. It turned out that he was worried about the military disturbing the people. "I assure you, as long as there are soldiers who... break discipline, anyone can report it to you, and then you can report it to me.

If you reflect, I will definitely punish you severely."
Chapter completed!