Chapter 29 Barbarians! Barbarians!

"The Ferreira family, I'm sorry I've never heard of it."

Javi Garcia's expression was arrogant, with a hint of an accent that did not belong to the North.

"I just returned from the royal capital, and I don't know the countryside very well... Sorry, I don't know the Ferreira family very well. I heard that you are here to buy iron ore?"

Enduring the discomfort, Derek forced a smile: "Yes, I heard that your family has discovered a new mine, and I hope to eat part of the output."

"Ha! Baron Ferreira should come and talk to me about this kind of thing, and...I'm afraid we don't have much share for you."

Harvey still spoke nonchalantly, and even shrugged his shoulders in a humorous way: "As you know, iron ore is in short supply now, and we need to reserve some of it. When some friends come over, we need to provide them with some help.

By the way, your family purchases iron ore for your own use? There must be extra blacksmiths. If you are willing to dedicate them to my friends, and wait for them to achieve great military exploits, maybe I can give you some, maybe a knight leader?

You should understand what I mean, right? Derek Knight. "

All right! Derek understood that he was interested in other people's iron ore, and they were also interested in his manpower.

Maybe, he is even planning to take the entire Ferreira family as dogs.

As for the objects of allegiance, they must be foreign nobles.

Derek almost laughed angrily, he didn't even want to get close to Count Perez, and he still had a crush on your Garcia family.

"I'm sorry, Master Harvey, I'm afraid you have been away from the Northland for too long and have forgotten the bravery of the Northland.

When your friends come, they probably just pick up scraps. They are not qualified to show off in front of me. Remember, it's me. "

Derek immediately turned against him. What a bullshit Garcia family. If you get angry, the table will be overturned.

A baron family with a crooked buttocks will let you know what reality is in every minute.

And Harvey didn't expect Derek to turn against him at all. Perhaps in his eyes, a country nobleman was just trying to curry favor with him when he offered him an olive branch?

You must know that the noble children of the royal capital all control certain political resources of the kingdom.

Holding some positions in the kingdom, and even getting one or two knighthoods without having to work hard, is a path that many people dream of.

How dare he?

Seeing Derek preparing to leave, Harvey shouted in anger.

"Odd, Odd, teach me a lesson for this ungrateful country boy."

The Garcia family has some strength in being able to squeeze into the political circles of the kingdom.

This second son, who has lived in the royal capital for a long time, even raised a group of people.

Hearing his shout, several warriors prepared to stop Derek.

Adrian, who had been following Derek quietly, suddenly stood up, his shoulders dropped, and he violently knocked away the warrior blocking the way.

These seemingly strong warriors were as stunned as if they had encountered a wild bear.

Derek didn't look back and walked straight away from the passage he had opened.

He suddenly stopped walking as he passed by a fallen samurai, reached out and pulled out the long sword from his waist.

The quality is pretty good.

Derek took a look and thrust the long sword back with his backhand.

The cold light flashed past and flew directly in front of Harvey.

Buzz!

By the time he reacted, the sword had already penetrated an inch into the wall.

Derek then walked away, leaving behind a group of warriors looking at each other.

It took Harvey a long time to react, and then he broke out in cold sweat.

The thing that passed by his eyes just now was not stuck on the wall, but on his body.

"Odd, are you trash? I spent so much money to invite you here, is this how you protect me?"

Harvey was furious and could not accept being humiliated by a country noble.

More importantly, the men he relied on were so vulnerable.

Odd was helpless, the guy's power just now was too great.

Moreover, the noble boy from the North was so fast that he didn't even react.

So he had to endure the scolding. He stepped forward and tried to pull out the sword. He tried hard several times before he succeeded.

Looking at the deep hole, Odd fell into deep thought.

Are the nobles of the North so powerful?

If that's really the case, then why are you playing? Just go home and forget it.

Anyway, either the Northland nobles beat up the barbarians, or the barbarians, who claimed to be more ferocious than the Northland nobles, beat themselves up.

But thinking about my master Harvey, he seems to be a weakling, so is he an exception?

Derek didn't know that he made a samurai suspect that in his life, after leaving the Garcia family, he just took the war horse and ran away.

You have just offended a local snake. If you don't run away, will your safety depend on the kindness of the other party?

Two fists are no match for four hands. Derek thinks he is brave, but he doesn't want to capsize in the gutter.

This time today, Derek also saw a disgusting face.

The nobles I visited before were either for the sake of being introducers, the face of the Ferreira family, or they were also Northland nobles. In short, they were all good enough in terms of face.

But once these auras are gone, the original face will be revealed.

The Garcia family would not be the first, and Derek has a deeper understanding of this era.

Adrian was also indignant. No matter how much he knew, after all, he had never seen it before and would inevitably be disappointed if he encountered it.

"Derek, shall we continue now?"

"Go on, a real man can bend and stretch, Brother Adrian, the hardships you endure now will be the talk of your future success. Believe me, when we succeed, the Garcia family will only come to apologize."

After Derek drank a bowl of chicken soup, Adrian felt refreshed.

Face? Derek was more sober than most people. This thing was worthless.

The road ahead was just as difficult.

Derrick had seen all kinds of faces. The war did make some people make a lot of money, and even some businessmen dared to look down on him, a nobleman.

Derrick swallowed his anger, but he kept a record of everyone in his little notebook.

"See if I won't drive you all out of business in the future."

When he returned to the manor, the shortage of iron ore was basically solved.

Then it was training, desperate training.

Next time, he would never let others say this to him.

Just when the northern province was in full swing, a group of barbarians trudging from the wilderness further north officially broke into the buffer zone.

The barbarians were taller than the northerners, with rougher faces, browner skin, and light green eyes.

However, unlike what one might imagine, although the weapons in the barbarians' hands were very simple, at least each of them had one, and some of them even wore armor and rode tall horses, exuding a fierce aura.

"Stupid Rockman, do you think we are still the same as we were thirty years ago?"

The barbarian general rode forward, looking at the direction of the north that was getting closer and closer, and sneered.