Chapter 49 Raimondo

In a mountain forest somewhere north of the Lake of Praying Stars, the jackal Rogers led hundreds of carefully selected personal guards, carrying a large amount of wealth and valuable items, and walked cautiously through it.

A Jackal who had been following Rutgers for a long time was full of doubts. He saw that he was getting farther and farther away from the main force. He suppressed the fear in his heart and asked: "Chief, why do we break away from the main force and take the financial report with us?" , deviating from the original plan and leaving from the north."

The one-armed Logos, who was riding on the back of a jackal, opened his eyes. His fierce eyes cheered up the inquiring jackal, and he began to regret making this decision.

"I suspect that the missing Daurago fell into human hands. The original evacuation plan has been exposed. Plus, with so many human captives along the way, you don't think those human nobles will let us leave the border safely."

The jackal, whose IQ was low, was even more confused, but he was very sensible and nodded in agreement.

Rogers looked at this fool who didn't know how to pretend to understand with disappointment, and waved his hand to tell him to go to the back and not appear in front of him.

He looked up at the sky, silently calculating the distance in his heart.

"There are only two days left before we can leave this place."

This trip of being cannon fodder made him firmly believe that he would never do it again next time.

After returning, Luo Gesi decided to use two-thirds of his wealth to bribe the clan's senior leaders to enhance his status and strength and avoid being selected as the cannon fodder leader next time.

Holding his missing arm, Rogers' eyes became fierce.

"Repay the revenge of a broken arm tenfold."

On the other side, Weilin dispatched six silver knights and twelve knight attendants, leaving the Lake of Praying Stars and heading towards the Gray Mist Mountain in the north.

Compared with the sudden increase in territorial strength in a short period of time, Weilin values ​​​​30 years of safe development.

For this reason, he brought all the seven-color flowers of life with him in case of emergency.

Gray Mist Mountain is more than a hundred kilometers away from the Lake of Prayer for Stars. It only takes one day to reach it at full speed.

The journey was smooth and there were basically no monsters encountered except for a few blind goblins.

"My lord, this should be right here."

Weilin drove his horse forward, looking at the thousand-meter-high mountain shrouded in mist, and felt very shocked.

"It's getting late. Set up camp on the spot and wait until dawn tomorrow to search the mountain."

Then, the twelve knight attendants began to set up camp, feed the horses, and make a fire for cooking. Six other Silver Knights patrolled the surrounding area, chasing away wild beasts.

There is still one day left before the legendary mage arrives.

Weilin sat on a big rock, closed his eyes, followed the light in his heart, and roughly felt the direction and distance where the legendary magician fell.

"Two kilometers to the northwest." Weilin opened his eyes, looked into the distance, and said with deep eyes.

"My lord, the tent is set up." A knight attendant came to Verin and reported respectfully.

Looking at this young man, he has already reached the intermediate level of Knight Attendant.

"Your name is Cyril, and you are Baird's knight squire." Verin stood up and said gently.

Cyril stood up straight, with respect and joy in his eyes, and said excitedly: "Yes, Lord."

"Yes, your talent is very good. I hope you will continue to work hard."

"Lord, I will definitely do it."

After patting the excited young man, Weilin slowly walked towards the tent.

Arriving at the tent, Verin put down the knight's dagger he carried with him and took off his heavy armor. Feeling the cool air in the air, he sat on the blanket.

"It seems that Baird's education is playing a role."

Logically speaking, the vassal of a vassal is not my vassal, but this approach is very objectionable to Verin. He did not want an uncontrollable military group to appear under his command.

At this stage, without perfect education, we can only place our hope on this master-apprentice system.

Once he develops to a certain level, he will learn the family's routine. One group of people will be responsible for training, and another group of people will be responsible for combat. The only person loyal to him is himself.

Half an hour later, a silver knight came to Verin's tent carrying a bowl of broth and placed it on the low wooden table.

"My Lord, there is no danger around."

Weilin did not eat first, but looked at the silver knight Raimundo and said calmly: "Raimondo, I remember that you were a merchant disciple."

"My Lord is right. Thanks to the cultivation of my family and your cultivation, I can reach where I am today." Raimundo responded respectfully with a strange emotion in his eyes.

"Next, I intend to let you regain your family skills. Are you willing?"

After hearing this, Raimundo fell silent immediately, struggling internally.

Weilin was not in a hurry and looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.

If he didn't want to, it wouldn't be too late for him to start training a caravan leader, and that Cyril was pretty good and very smart.

Raimondo, the third son of a businessman, was selected to become a knight squire thanks to his talent and gold coins. He received training at Windsor Castle and later served in the Seventh Order of the Eagle.

Recalling his father's teachings, there is no future in being a businessman. Only becoming a noble noble is the right way and the noblest path.

Unconsciously, more than ten minutes passed. After a fierce struggle, Raimundo finally knelt on the ground and said, "The Lord needs it, Raimundo must obey it."

After receiving this unexpected answer, Verin was stunned for a moment and re-examined the guardian knight in front of him.

The twelve knights given to them by the family, except for Baird, Andro, Randolph and Greg, who paid more attention to them, had some understanding of the other eight, but were not very close.

"Once you are my guardian knight, you will be forever." Verin said calmly to Raimundo, "If you don't want to in the future, you can report to me at any time and I will make other arrangements."

"Yes, my lord."

Later, Verin and Raimondo chatted more about his hometown.

After Raimundo left, Verin picked up the slightly cool broth and tasted it slowly.

"The candidates for the caravan have been determined. Next, we will develop the caravan, sell mineral salt, and develop the pillar industry of the territory."

However, before that, he needed to do business in Cardero Province in person. Firstly, he would contact other nobles in the province and collect intelligence. Secondly, he would determine the trade routes. It would be best to establish caravans to communicate with each other to avoid multiple times. The collection of customs and road taxes occurred.

Early the next morning, Weilin left a few people to guard the camp and took the others to the northwest, preparing to meet the patron saint for the next thirty years.

At the same time, hundreds of jackals who came out of the mountains were resting more than ten kilometers away from Gray Mist Mountain.