"What can I do for you?" Solon asked with a sigh. It seemed that he wasn't angry at Locke's interruption.
"I want to talk to you about tomorrow's mission and report on the squad jarls," said Locke.
"There's no need for the squad jarls. You and Jersson can handle it yourselves. The squad will set off tomorrow and will only arrive in Farlans in the afternoon. I don't think there will be any battles, so I'll be in the cavalry camp. You two will be in charge tomorrow. Call me if you need anything. "Solon waved his hand.
"Yes," replied Locke.
"Is there anything else?" Solon knew that he had something else to say.
"The redsea flower you gave me last time is very useful," Locke finally said after a long while.
"Ha, you want the Red Sea Flower?" Solon was speechless. "This redsea flower is only useful for beginner-level Knechts. It can increase the rate of impetus circulation of those around it. Eating it raw can also increase the amount of impetus, but it's only suitable for beginner-level Knechts. Once you reach the peak of the beginner-level, it's useless. Although I don't need it anymore, it's still a good treasure." This was an obvious rejection. As the son of a Baron, Sauron only had one treasure that could increase one's cultivation. If this treasure was used well, it would be left to his descendants, and he wouldn't give it away easily.
"If you make a great contribution and make me happy, I might give it to you." Solon changed his tone. "Although the redsea flower is precious, it's not like there's no way to buy it. It doesn't matter if I give it to you, but there's a condition."
"Yes, Sir. I won't let you down." Locke was very excited. This was a way for him to become stronger.
After chatting with Solon for a while, Locke bowed and left.
At ten in the morning, Locke arrived at the training ground at the back of the camp. At this time, a few people had already started practicing. After a few days of practice, Locke had become familiar with the platoon jarls present.
First Platoon's vice-jarl Clarion, Second Platoon's Yoshk, Third Platoon's vice-jarl Dahl, Fourth Platoon's Jersson and Locke were frequent visitors to the training ground. He would come here almost every day to train. Mond and Wyr, on the other hand, would come and go.
It was said that the other platoon leaders who did not come to train were not particularly interested in strength. For example, Old Carl of the 2nd Platoon. According to him, "I'm old, so I should save my strength to kill the enemy. I won't go."
When he arrived at the training ground, everyone else was focused on their training. Locke didn't disturb them and walked to an empty area to start his training. Locke didn't only train impetus in the training ground, he also trained with weapons. After all, this was what he relied on to survive before he started practicing impetus.
After he was promoted to platoon leader, the battalion gave him a set of armor and a sword. His original sword was given to Hans. Half-body Armor was a good item. Without 20 Silver Coins, one could not even buy the worst one.
The half-body armor that was given to him was even more exquisite. It was made of Blackstone and Crown Ore. It had a strong defense and was lighter than other half-body armors. It was not for sale in the kingdom, and it cost at least 80 Silver Derahls on the black market. Locke's current salary was 20 Silver Derahls, including the 10 Silver Derahls given by the military.
With the 10 silver thalers provided by the baron and the 10 silver thalers provided by the baron, as well as some of the grey income he had recently received, he estimated that he could earn about 40 silver thalers a month, which was almost a year's pay in the past.
Earning more money would mean better days in the future. Locke didn't have any ambitions. In the past, he just wanted to live a good life with his family. Now, he wanted to be strong. Now that everything was going in a good direction, Locke was very satisfied. Holding a heavy longsword on the training ground, Locke began his training.
At noon, everyone who had finished their training on the training ground laughed and scolded each other as they walked to the tent in the center of the barracks. There was no entertainment in the barracks, so although these platoon jarls were in high positions, they often trained together to kill time every day. Even if there was something dirty behind the scenes, everyone seemed to be in harmony on the surface. In addition, the baron had asked all platoon jarls to eat with him, so the platoon jarls had a good relationship with each other. This kind of joking and joking was the norm after training.
Locke also joined in. He was a junior, so his attitude was very low. Coupled with Yoshk's intentional or unintentional attempts to get closer, all the platoon jarls quickly accepted Locke. This was also to prepare for the future. Yoshk once told him, "Don't think that everyone's status is the same now, but what about in the future? Although Clain is a commoner, he has a distant noble relative. Darr is younger than me, but why is his impetus stronger than mine? It's because his family is a big merchant in the baron's territory. I heard that Chris is going to marry into the baron's family. They're not simple people. "
"Of course, you don't have to belittle yourself. Although we're ordinary people, platoon jarls will at least be the mayor when we return to the territory. They're also people of high status. There will be times when they want to curry favor with you, so it's best to build a good relationship with them now." Yoshk patted him on the shoulder, comforting him.
Because they were going to set off tomorrow, the baron still discussed with them at the dining table. As for logistics and other issues, the baron would handle them himself. They were still in charge of combat. Locke found something interesting about their battalion. Almost all the meetings were held at the dining table, which indirectly increased the cohesion of their battalion. Locke admired Cardoj very much.
In the evening, Locke arrived at Giza again. "I've already made arrangements. Someone will pick you up tomorrow. Wait for me at the supply camp. I'll look for you when I'm free," said Locke softly as he gently stroked Suzanne's head.
Suzanne looked at Locke affectionately and lowered her head to acknowledge him. She lay in Locke's arms.
The wine in the tavern had long been sold out. There was no point for Suzanne to stay any longer, so Locke simply left with her. She was a little reluctant to leave the place where she had lived for a few years, but Locke had a more important place in her heart. Although they had only been together for about ten days, she could feel that Locke was really good to her, so she was willing to follow him.
"Then, my brother..." said Suzanne softly.
Locke had met Suzanne's brother once. He was an honest and dutiful man. The hardships of life had left him in his twenties with a tanned face and a skinny physique. "Ask your brother to come over tomorrow. He'll settle down with the people I've arranged for him. I'll find him a job after the war is over," said Locke after some thought.
After cuddling with Suzanne for a while, Locke left the tavern. The baron might be inspecting the camp tonight and mobilizing the soldiers. He needed to go back early and leave a good impression on the baron.
Early the next morning, the Faustian camp that had been quiet for nearly a month in the eyes of the Shalorians started rumbling like a giant beast. All the soldiers quickly finished a simple breakfast and gathered with their squads. All the squads then assembled into platoons. Four platoons of more than 400 soldiers formed a five-line formation and slowly walked out of the camp. The Faustian crown of thorns fluttered in the middle of the formation. "Hyah! Hyah! " A gust of wind blew past, and the ace troop of the barracks, the cavalry platoon, was dispatched. This cavalry was the baron's treasure and also his trump card. The majestic warhorses were also inlaid with sharp horse spikes, and the light chain chainmail was faintly stained with crimson blood. The elite cavalry's powerful armor was crisscrossed with wounds, and the sharp spears that were raised high were flashing with a green light. All of these showed the strength and bloodthirst of this troop.
After a full quarter of an hour, the troops in the camp set out one after another and advanced along the road into the distance. If there were Shalorians nearby who knew the way, they would find that the direction of the troops' advance was towards the famous big city nearby, Fareins.
After the troops left, the gate of the camp slowly closed. There were only a small number of soldiers and logistics units left in the camp, but it was still not something that the Shalorians nearby could resist.
The Shalorians who were watching nearby only breathed a sigh of relief after the group of scourges left. These tyrannical Faustian troops seemed to have left a very deep impression on them.
Suzanne was also one of the people watching the departure of the Faustian army at the entrance of the town. Unlike the others, she was worried. She saw Locke in armour and riding on a warhorse in the crowd. Although his helmet blocked his face, she recognized him at a glance with his deep and bright eyes. I hope you'll be safe, she prayed softly with her eyes closed.
"Madam, I'm Henry from the logistics caravan. Lord Locke asked me to pick you up," said a fair-skinned fatty to Suzanne in a flattering tone. This fatty had a pair of long and narrow eyes. His eyeballs moved around, making him look very clever. This was the standard appearance of a businessman.
In order to show his sincerity, Henry, the steward of the transport team, came in person this time. Shalor was doomed, and whether his family could make a big profit at the end would depend on his efforts. Cardoj's transport team was divided into six families. Apart from the baron who had the largest share, the remaining five families competed based on their own abilities. The family that he was in could only be considered average in strength. He had originally planned to get on the good side of the new platoon jarl, and had spent a lot of effort to get Rome. He didn't expect Locke to appear in the end. But it didn't matter. Anyone could be the platoon jarl, as long as he could pass the test.
Suzanne realized that this was the person arranged by Locke, so she followed Henry to the camp. The Shalorians surrounding them dispersed in fear and made way for them. Fatty Henry didn't come alone. He brought a few family bodyguards with him. They were just stronger than the average person, but they were dressed in Faustian clothes. The ignorant Shalorians thought that they were Faustian soldiers. If the big shots protected by these soldiers were fawning over Suzanne like that, wouldn't that mean that she had a relationship with a big shot?
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and scram!" Fatty Harry roared, perhaps annoyed by these people's stares. The surrounding people immediately scattered.
"I still have a brother who wants to go with me …" Suzanne said in a low voice, perhaps she was also frightened by Henry's roar.
"Brother? Jarl Locke didn't tell me, but it's okay. Brother, right? Where is he? Just ask him to come with us, "Henry replied like a lackey.
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