By the time Locke found his platoon again, it was already late at night.
"Hey, Boss!" A Faustian soldier who was patrolling the war-torn city saw Locke from afar.
"Hey, young man," Locke smiled. He didn't remember the soldier's name, but he looked familiar. He was undoubtedly one of his platoon's cavalrymen.
"Where's Herr Wyr?" Locke asked. The nearby streets were full of Faustian soldiers patrolling. Most of the surrounding houses had been affected by the war and burned to ashes. Locke hadn't seen a single Shalorian resident living nearby yet.
"Herr Wyr is in front." The soldier pointed in a direction.
"Alright, thank you." Locke patted the soldier and rode towards Wyr's position.
The soldier was about the same age as Locke, but Locke could call him 'young man'. It could only be said that one's status determined one's age and seniority determined one's age.
After Locke left, the soldier scratched his head and asked curiously, "Wasn't Jarl Locke with Herr Wyr before?" He didn't think too much about it and rode away to patrol.
Wyr was riding his horse, standing next to a bonfire and looking into the distance.
"Herr Wyr," Locke greeted as he approached. It was all thanks to Wyr that he could bring Glace and the others into the city. He was very grateful for Wyr's help.
"Yeah, you're back." Wyr had already noticed Locke approaching, but he didn't ask where Locke had gone or what he had done.
"Apart from the cavalry, most of the infantrymen have gone to surround the palace," Wyr said to Locke. It turned out that the direction he was looking at was the palace of Shalor's capital.
"Did Hans and the others go too?" Locke asked curiously.
"Of course not." Wyr smiled. "The palace is an important place. How can soldiers belonging to the nobles like us get involved?"
Locke understood. The palace was now the richest place in the city. Once the city gate was breached, the low walls of the palace were useless to the Faustian soldiers. Several corps were eyeing the palace, and no one would doubt that most of the wealth of Audis and even Shalor was contained in it.
Locke and the private army belonging to small nobles were not qualified to get such a big piece of the cake.
"Does the baron have any instructions?" Locke asked. He didn't believe that with Cardoj's shrewd character, he would be indifferent to the wealth of the city.
"Of course, it's our old profession." Wyr, who was almost unsmiling, suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of neat, white teeth.
Locke was no stranger to 'confiscation'. Ever since they entered Shalor, their battalion had participated in many siege battles. In every city, there were some rich or nobles. In every city, there would be some rich or nobles. Their first target was the mayor's mansion, followed by these places.
Locke was very glad that he had placed Glace and the others in the commoner house. and. He believed that no fool would go to such a place to fish for money, and he didn't have to worry about the three women being exposed.
"Wyr," Fared "Wyr. Locke was puzzled by the cavalry platoon's idleness. The other infantrymen had gone off to make a fortune (every soldier would secretly keep at least a third of the spoils from the raid, and the commanding officer would turn a blind eye to it), but the cavalry was here enjoying the night breeze.
"The higher-ups have ordered us to block the road here," replied Wyr.
Of course, he wasn't referring to Cardoj. It was probably an order from the Ministry of War to prevent the Shalorians in the city from escaping. Every Shalorian noble that escaped was a huge loss for Faustian.
In addition to this place, there should also be corresponding troops in other areas. The reason why he didn't take Glace and the others out of the city was that he was afraid of being questioned by other troops. Of course, he would be fine, but Glace and the others wouldn't be able to withstand a thorough investigation.
The reason why Cardoj ordered the cavalry platoon to seal off the area was that cavalry was not suitable for raiding houses in the city. With the burden of war horses and heavy knight armour, raiding houses would be much slower.
Then, Wyr and Locke started chatting. He was very optimistic about Locke. Being able to become a platoon jarl from a civilian background was already impressive enough. Now that he had received special treatment from the division jarl and even the princess, his future was limitless.
They talked about the current mission, the details of knight training, and the movements of the major corps after the city was breached. Wyr wasn't a talkative person, but he was more patient with Locke.
When they talked about the three margrave families of Shalor, Wyr paused.
"All three marquis families have been encircled and suppressed by the military. Marquis Clark's family is from the Eagle Corps, and Marquis Campbell's family is from the Gale Corps. I heard that the soldiers of the Gale Corps strongly requested it." Wyr rubbed his teeth as if he could already foresee the tragedy that was about to happen to Campbell's family.
Before the battle started, Locke glanced at the soldiers of Gale from afar and found that most of them were no different from the soldiers of Falcon. The only difference was that the soldiers of Gale had solemn expressions on their faces, which were different from the soldiers of Falcon, who were either high-spirited or ready to fight.
Locke really couldn't figure out how this group of soldiers could achieve such a magnificent feat of slaughtering the entire city. Each of these soldiers had at least two or more ordinary lives on their hands.
Was the friendship between Woode, who had died in battle, and the soldiers of Gale that great? Locke had never seen Woode before, so he didn't know how charismatic the margrave was.
"But they won't be too ruthless. After all, the prince is here," said Wyr with a smile. Wyr smiled. "Half of Campbell's family will die at most before the prince stops them." Wyr's relaxed tone sent a chill down Locke's spine. He'd killed many Shalorian barbarians, but they were all professional soldiers. He rarely attacked ordinary people.
Even if Wyr didn't say anything, Locke knew that Lion had gone over to Felippe's house. As the last remaining margrave of Shalor, and also known as the God of Fortune, Felippe's house was the only fertile piece of land in the royal capital. Only Lion, commanded by Kenzir himself, was qualified to encircle and annihilate it.
Wyr would never have guessed that Locke had just come out of the side door of Felippe's mansion a few hours ago. Lion's soldiers had probably surrounded the margrave's mansion not long after Locke and the others had left.
There was no point in continuing to chat with Wyr, and Locke could tell that Wyr wasn't good with words. He greeted him and said that he wanted to lead a squad of ten cavalrymen nearby to patrol around.
"Ask George to go with you. This kid is smart," suggested Wyr.
"Sure!" said Locke indifferently.
Only a few people in the barracks knew that George was the son of Cardoj's old butler, Johann, and Wyr was one of them. He met Johann at the slave exchange when he and Cardoj were roaming the Aomar Empire.
After Cardoj spent money to rescue Johann, the old man had followed the baron ever since. Because of their many years of friendship, Wyr took good care of Johann's eldest son. In addition to giving him all kinds of guidance, he also gave him the position of a squad jarl.
Locke was very surprised when he called George over. Only now did he know that there were people who practiced impetus before they became platoon jarls.
As a low-rank Knecht, Locke could clearly feel that George, who seemed to be a little older than him, was a peak-level Knecht. He was a powerhouse on the same level as Yoshk, not to mention that he was so young.
Locke rode on his horse and asked George to call his men to follow him. He planned to walk around and make his presence known. He wanted to let everyone know that he was with the platoon for the whole night.
He still couldn't believe that Glace and Kristin were direct descendants of Felippe's family. What happened tonight, he was determined to rot in his heart and not tell anyone about it.
Locke walked around the area sealed off by their battalion. From time to time, he would say a few words to the Faustian soldiers in the sealed area next door. The unit next door was a platoon under Lion's command. After the city was breached, the troops were in disarray. Almost every unit had soldiers from other corps next to them.
As he walked, Locke couldn't help but ask George who was walking next to him about his identity. He had been a platoon jarl for more than half a month, but he still didn't know that there was such a person under him. It was really a dereliction of duty, although George was Wyr's confidant and had never walked around Locke before.
"Are you the son of old butler Johann?" Locke raised his voice and asked in surprise.
"Yes, Sir," George replied calmly.
It was no wonder that Johann's presence had always been very low. After advancing to a low-rank Knecht, he also discovered that Johann was on the same level as him. With a low-rank Knecht as his father, it was normal for his son to be able to use impetus.
It seemed that this kid was talented, Locke thought as he rubbed his chin. If he didn't have the redsea flower and two strengthening potions, he wouldn't be able to become a low-rank Knecht at such a young age.
"I also heard that you have a good relationship with my younger brother," George said surprisingly.
"Your younger brother? Who? " Locke was very curious. There were many soldiers in Cardoj's camp who had a good relationship with him. He couldn't guess which guy was his younger brother, the son of old butler Johann.
"Warner," George spat out the name.
"What? It's him! " Locke didn't expect it to be Warner, the person in charge of the relay station. Speaking of which, he had a good relationship with Warner. He often sent money to his family and the families of the other brothers in the squad, so he had a good relationship with him.
However, ever since he was promoted to platoon jarl and participated in the siege of Farlans, he hadn't seen Warner much. He didn't know where the kid had been transferred to. He heard that he was now working in the baron's transport team.
"This kid is really good at hiding things!" Locke laughed and scolded him. With Warner's relationship, Locke and George chatted more harmoniously. Whether it was George's knight training, Locke's strength as a low-rank Knecht, or his position as a platoon jarl, the two of them had more common topics to talk about.
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