At the end of the sixth month, the victorious Black Cavalry finally returned to the Northern Frontier.
The army followed the route they took to the north and returned to the camp outside Icestone City.
Colin looked at the familiar scenery in front of him and vaguely felt that two months ago, when he came with Vera to try and dissuade Marquis García, it was just yesterday.
The scenery was still the same, but the people had changed.
At least, the three hundred thousand troll army had been annihilated.
However, this didn't mean that the Northern Frontier had calmed down.
Even though Colin hadn't entered the city yet, he could already feel the heavy atmosphere that enveloped Icestone City.
"Summer on the Northern Frontier has always been stormy."
Beside him, Count Dawson looked at the gloomy sky and said meaningfully.
Colin took the wineskin from the other party, took a big gulp, and handed it back. "Say, between Icestone City and the Golden Lion Army, which side do you think will send people to our camp first?"
"I think it will be Icestone City. What do you think? "
"I also think it will be Icestone City."
"Boring!" Count Dawson rolled his eyes.
Colin glanced at the dwarf count beside him in amusement and said with a playful expression, "Then, let's guess again. Which side will the Marquis accept the invitation?"
"I'm not guessing!" Count Dawson rolled his eyes again. He was very wary of the cunning baron's son beside him.
Colin wasn't discouraged even though he couldn't find out Marquis García's inclination from Count Dawson. He rolled his eyes and probed again.
"Then tell me, how will the Duke reward the Black Cavalry for making such a great contribution?"
Count Dawson chuckled. It wasn't clear if he understood Colin's probing intent. He stroked his beard and said, "The Marquis has no more rewards.
"Lord Marquis, there's nothing more to reward. I reckon that Lord Duke will distribute this merit to the various generals of the Black Guard. Perhaps, another Marquis will appear among us."
When he heard the other party say the sensitive words "no more rewards", Colin carefully looked at the dwarf count's face. However, he couldn't find any clues, as if it was just an ordinary word.
"Then I have to congratulate you in advance! If you want to reward a Marquis from the generals of the Black Cavalry, it will definitely be you! "Colin smiled and congratulated him.
Count Dawson shook his head and smiled, but didn't reply.
It was unknown if he was pretending to be humble or if he didn't care about the possibility of the reward.
However, Colin already understood Count Dawson's intentions.
The Marquis of the Marquis of the Marquis of the Black Cavalry Of the Marquis to divide and draw him to his side.
If Earl Dawson really became a Marquis, although it would be a great honor, it also meant that he would be independent of the Black Cavalry.
In addition, as fellow Marquises, the Dawson clan definitely wouldn't be able to continue to be loyal to Marquis García. Their allegiance would be to the Dukes Of The North.
In that case, perhaps the Black Cavalry would be split into two.
Since Earl Dawson was able to guess what the Duke was up to, how could Marquis García not be able to?
How would he deal with it?
Colin suddenly felt that the great victory did not eliminate the haze that shrouded the Northern Frontier. Instead, it made the hidden storm even more violent and dangerous.
"Sir Marquis!"
Colin was still looking at the dark clouds in the sky, deep in thought. Suddenly, he was woken up by Earl Dawson's call.
They turned around and saw Marquis García leading a group of people behind them.
"Sir Marquis!" Colin hurriedly turned around and bowed.
Marquis García nodded towards the two of them. Then, he pointed to a middle-aged man behind him and said to Colin.
"Colin, this is Knight Xiaer. He and the other 27 warriors behind him suffered heavy injuries in this battle and are about to retire.
However, I hope that you can provide them with a job, so that they won't waste their remaining lives in the fields. "
"Of, of course! It would be my honor! "
Colin only felt an intense joy rushing to his head, making everything in front of him seem unreal.
The value of veterans, especially those who retired from the Black Cavalry, couldn't be measured with money!
Previously, Colin had already realized that if he wanted to have a place in this world, he needed an elite army.
And after the baptism of this battle, Colin had already been deeply infatuated with cavalry.
However, although Colin had followed Marquis García all this time and had some experience with cavalry, Colin was still at his wit's end when it came to cavalry training.
And at this time, Marquis García had presented him with such a huge gift!
Although these 28 veterans couldn't go to the battlefield, they were qualified to be cavalry instructors.
They would be the seeds of the cavalry that Colin yearned for even in his dreams!
Until Knight Xiaer swore his loyalty to Colin under Marquis García's instructions, Colin was still immersed in his excitement and hadn't completely recovered.
Only now did he notice that Knight Xiaer's right thumb had been cut off. This injury wasn't particularly serious, but to a knight, it meant the end of his career.
Because he didn't have his thumb, he couldn't hold any swords.
"Clang!"
Colin pulled out his sword and gently tapped Knight Xiaer's shoulder to accept his loyalty.
He wasn't disappointed that Knight Xiaer couldn't hold a sword anymore. On the contrary, in his opinion, this knight's value was completely immeasurable.
Even if there were a group of fourth and fifth-order knights standing in front of him now, he would still rather choose Xiaer.
Earl Dawson looked at all of this quietly, his eyes full of deep thoughts.
After Colin comforted Knight Xiaer and the rest of the 27 retired soldiers, he finally calmed down.
At this time, the thought that had been bothering him before emerged again.
This time, he could no longer suppress this thought. Instead, he directly asked Marquis García:
"Marquis García, I can't repay you for your help! However, I would like to know … I am just the son of a baron, how can I be taken care of by you? "
Hearing this question, Earl Dawson, Knight Xiaer, and the others tactfully retreated.
Marquis García looked at Colin's serious face and suddenly smiled. He said something completely unrelated: "Vera has a good impression of you."
"Huh?" Colin was stunned.
"I saw that she had a diamond earring in your hand before. Did she give it to you?"
Colin blinked and remembered that he had taken out that pair of earrings to play with when he was marching with the Black Cavalry. He didn't expect that Marquis García would see it.
Obviously, Marquis García had misunderstood.
However, Colin wouldn't tell Marquis García that the earring was a souvenir that he had taken from Vera when he was about to die. It wasn't a "love token" that Vera had given to him.
Seeing that Colin didn't answer, Marquis García thought that he had acquiesced. So, he asked: "Do you like her?"
Colin was a little confused.
He never thought that the God of Death who had just buried 300,000 trolls with his own hands would suddenly care about such a trivial matter.
Thinking that Marquis García was Vera's uncle, Colin nodded and said: "Miss Vera is born in a noble family, and she has a kind heart. I naturally admire her very much."
The smile on Marquis Garcia's face was a little complicated as he said faintly:
"I am Vera's biological father."
"Huh?"