Chapter 132 The Unknown Noble——Krell

"My lord, do you need to leave any manpower?" Kyle patted the dirt on his body and said to Verin.

"Leave two people behind first, and then send someone back to inform Baird, and ask him to inform Raimundo to organize a caravan to station here, and ask them to transport some goods."

"Yes."

Kyle took the order and immediately assigned the task.

Weilin looked at this scene and was very pleased. With a capable attendant, he felt relaxed.

After arranging a piece of commercial land, Weilin looked at the sky and saw that it had darkened.

Not long after, a bonfire was lit in the center of the yard.

The two knights took off the iron pot they were carrying on their horses, found some strong wooden sticks, built a simple tripod on the spot, and hung the pot underneath.

Then Kyle acted as the chef, and the other two knights helped to cook the food on the spot.

"Excuse me, can I join?"

Weilin turned around and saw three people at the entrance of the fence. The leader, a noble, greeted them very politely.

"Yes, you are welcome to join." Weilin stood up and responded politely.

The young nobleman approached with two followers and introduced politely: "Hello, Sir, you can call me Krel."

"Hello, Krel, my name is Verin. As you can see, I am now a baron." Verin simply introduced himself.

Krell sat down next to Vaelin, while his two knights tied their horses and sat with Vaelin's men.

"Your accent sounds like you're from the central region?" Seeing that Weilin didn't speak, Krell took the initiative to bring up the topic and asked kindly.

"That's it."

Weilin threw a piece of wood into the bonfire, looked at the fire and replied calmly.

"Then you are really awesome. You are already a baron at such a young age, and now I am relying on my father's strength to earn a living in the army." Creel praised enthusiastically.

Weilin turned around and responded with a smile: "Compared to truly starting from scratch, which of us does not rely on the strength of the family?"

"Hahaha, that's not wrong."

Seeing a smile on the other person's face, Krell continued: "You are here today because of those half-elves."

"No, I don't have that kind of fun. I'm here just to occupy a place. After all, this war will last for a long time, but it's a good opportunity to make money."

"You are really a far-sighted lord, much better than those nobles who only know men and women." Krell had already learned from the other party's hint that Weilin's status was not low, but his expression remained unchanged and enthusiastic. Respond to the other party without any change in tone.

"You're not bad either, a friend from the royal capital." Verin looked at Krel and replied calmly.

"Uh, hahaha, Verin, how do you think I'm from the royal capital?" Krell thought that he didn't reveal any information, so how did the other party know about it.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Weilin did not answer directly, but went through a roundabout way.

"Lies." Krell replied without hesitation.

Weilin's expression was a little frozen for a moment. Looking at the faint smile on the other person's face, he calmed down his turbulent mood and replied: "From your clothes, the mounts of the three of you, and the horses of your two followers. dress up."

After hearing this, Krell looked at himself, then looked at his two subordinates, shook his head and said: "It is indeed a lie, and it is also polite, but what about the truth?"

"Your accent," Verin replied without hesitation.

"Accent? It shouldn't be right." Creel was very curious and asked Weilin, "I specially disguised it, so you shouldn't be able to tell."

"In other words, you once went to the royal capital to survive for a period of time, otherwise..."

Weilin shrugged and said, "Look..."

"Verin, I jumped into your trap."

Claire looked at the smile on the other person's face and suddenly understood.

"If I hadn't been exposed, could you guess where I was from?"

"Your collar." Verin pointed to his neck and said to Krell.

Claire subconsciously touched the silk scarf wrapped on the inside of the clothes and the material on it, and suddenly realized: "Yun silk cloth, it turns out that this is the real answer. It seems that I didn't cover it up enough."

"I happen to know about it and have observed it carefully. If it were anyone else, it would be difficult to tell who you are." Verin explained to Krell.

Krell looked at Weilin seriously and asked, "I'm curious, Weilin, which central province are you from? I can't tell just from your current attire."

"Krell, it's a wonderful thing to find out for yourself, isn't it?"

"You are right, the answers you are looking for are interesting. Since you are in the army, I will report to the regiment soon, so I can always know your identity."

"My lord, the soup is ready." Kyle stepped forward and respectfully reported to Weilin.

"Prepare a bowl for Krell and his entourage as well."

Everyone was amazed by the soup Kyle cooked. Even Verin almost thought that Kyle would be a bit of an underachiever if he didn't become a chef.

An hour later, Krel stood up and said goodbye to Weilin: "The time is limited, I have to report to the front line, and I have to travel all night, so I won't chat."

"Krell, walk slowly."

Krell rode on the horse, looked at Verin and said: "Next time, I will get your information. I can't wait. Goodbye, Verin."

"Goodbye."

After Krel left, Verin sat next to the campfire to rest.

The night passed quickly. Weilin finished his night of practice, stretched his body, and looked at the scenery in the morning. He felt that it was another beautiful day.

After wandering around the business district, Verin left two knights to guard the place, waiting for the caravan sent by Raimundo to hand over, and then left the place with the remaining three people.

As the commander of the 13th Transportation Battalion, he cannot leave the Brazilian Camp for a long time. If an emergency occurs, he will be responsible for this.

Arriving at the gate of the Brazilian A camp, Verin briefly inquired with the defenders at the camp gate and found out that Krell should have reported to the front line, but he didn't know which legion it was.

The next period of time was leisurely. Weilin observed the training of 3,200 people and practiced druid practice. Occasionally, he was caught by his aunt and was forced to deal with official duties.

Time flies by very quickly, and February 26th arrives in a blink of an eye.

In the morning, fifty Kokalos beasts were hung with various compressed military rations, replacement weapons, crossbows, magic potions, diluted holy water of life, clothing and other supplies.

The Kokalos beast is thirteen meters long and four meters high, with eight thick legs supporting its body. It can carry a thousand-man team's compressed military rations for half a month at a time. It is a well-deserved transport beast.