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Chapter 257: The Arrangement of the War Trophies

The matters in the underground city of the karst cave were settled.

Kant led the team back.

But before they left completely, they also cleaned up the entire battlefield in the underground city.

For example, the abyssal demons, the imps and long-horned demons that were killed, as well as the demonized creatures. They kept all the corpses and placed them together, waiting for further processing.

No matter what, the corpses of these demons were all valuable.

The mages had a unique understanding of this.

The broken rune sword used by the strongest abyssal demon. Although it was broken, it was still a powerful killing weapon, and it was a magic weapon.

After Kant came into contact with it, he confirmed the mages' guess that it was indeed a magic weapon.

[Ding... unknown strange object found. ]

[ You can choose to let the system to absorb it and obtain the honor point, or sell it to a merchant in exchange for denar. ]

The system gave a hint.

Kant pondered for a moment, but still chose to let the system to absorb it.

Compared to denar, he was still fond of the honor points of being able to draw a lottery.

After all, in the system's lucky draw, one could draw a large amount of denar as a gift package.

However, a system currency like denar could not be exchanged for honor point. Comparing the two, the value of honor point was obviously higher. Even if Kant did not have enough denar to use, he wouldn't want to exchange it for money.

If he could get better resources in the lottery, Kant would not foolishly exchange the honor point for denar.

"Give it to the system to absorb!"

Kant made his choice without hesitation.

Following his confirmation, the data stream instantly spread out and appeared in his palm, directly wrapping around the broken rune sword. The entire broken sword was 4 meters long and 3 meters wide, as thick as a human leg. It was completely devoured by the system's data stream.

In a short moment, it disappeared in front of Kant.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ You have received 10 honor points for absorbing this strange item. ]

The system's introduction stunned Kant.

"10 honor points."

This was a pleasant surprise.

In Kant's expectations, this broken rune sword was an unknown strange item. It was enough for him to sell it for 2 or 3 honor points. He did not expect it to be so much!

A full 10 honor points represented the 11 lucky draws in the system mall.

"It is indeed a surprise.", Kant smiled.

The mages behind him also suggested, "My lord, the organs, skin, hair, bones, and muscles of these demons are all excellent magic materials. If we can bring them back to the Enfath Empire, then the corpses of these demons can definitely be converted into expensive denar."

"Oh.", Kant nodded. "This is indeed very useful.", he turned to look at the corpses of the demons, especially the huge abyssal demon. He stroked his chin and said, "They can be recycled."

"To us spellcaster, these are all very valuable items."

The mages shrugged.

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These demons absorbed the negative energy of hell or the abyss all year round, so the negative energy contained in their bodies was very rich. The negative energy contained in the organs and some parts of their bodies was even more pure.

It could be said that it was an essential material for the mages to carry out some negative energy magic experiments.

Kant had obviously expected this.

Because this world seemed to have studied the bodies of creatures like demons.

It was recorded in some historical ancient books that mages had once collected a large number of demon corpses in order to study magic. However, demons were also legends in this world.

Although there was news of demons spreading all over the country, it was extremely rare.

Hence, the mage tower turned to purchase common demonized creatures.

In particular, black gemstones condensed from negative energy were the more important resources to purchase.

Just like the Stone Pass located at the Senwaya Range. Although agriculture and animal husbandry were not very good, because there were so many demonized creatures, it became one of the means for Baron Dylan and the villagers to earn silver coins.

Sometimes, the mage tower needed a huge amount of resources.

The villagers and residents would even hire mercenaries to help kill the demonized creatures.

However, Kant thought about this and pondered.

He turned to the mages and asked with a frown, "The Enfath Empire buys the bodies of these demons, but will other continents, such as the Continent of Caradia and the Continent of Pendor, buy these things?"

"Uh...", the mages were slightly stunned.

"My lord, they won't."

A Rhodok sergeant glanced at the corpses of the demons and shook his head. "At least Caradia won't. These things don't have much value.". After a pause, he looked at the cast gold chairs and cutlery that were about to be unpacked, he shrugged and said, "But that gold can be exchanged for a lot of denars. It's a little cutie that everyone needs."

"The Pendor Continent also needs gold. It won't be welcomed for these filthy evil things.", the Ravenstern rangers also shook their heads. "Even those evil charlatans of the Snake Worship Sect can't accept these things." n0𝓋𝞮𝓛𝓊𝓈𝔟.𝑐0𝔪

Kant shook his head, "As expected."

The bodies of these creatures that originated from the high-level magic world were not welcome in the low-level magic world.

Caradia was the original version and did not have any magic at all.

Pendor was in the end of the magic era. The so-called magic had been lost for tens of thousands of years. It was more like a magic trick.

It should be known that even the special race, the Nord Elves, were struggling to survive in the jungle. The powerful demons in the underworld could only infiltrate the continent in small groups like thieves.

Although the humans were weak, the humans were the overlords of the entire continent in the world of Pendor!

These fallen races could only struggle to survive and hand over the hegemony of the continent to the humans.

"If it's a fantasy MOD like the "The Lord of the Rings", it might be useful."

Kant frowned slightly.

But the most important thing was that he did not have the conditions to sell it to outsiders.

For example, the elemental gemstones.

They could be sold as pure and beautiful luxury gemstones to the historical MOD.

However, these corpses were different. Only those nobles who were so bored would buy the remains of these demons. Although some nobles would buy some ferocious demon heads as ornaments to show off their strength.

However, no noble would buy demon eyeballs, arms, hearts, and the like.

Hence, the market was very narrow.

If one wanted to have a market, one had to open up trade routes in other fantasy MOD worlds.

Fortunately, Kant had a trade caravan.

And there were two of them. They could randomly cross into an unfamiliar MOD world and form a trade route with the city of that world.

As long as one of the trade caravan entered the fantasy MOD world, they could sell the corpses of these demons and obtain a large amount of denars for Kant. They could even form a long-term supply. After all, there were many demonized creatures in the Senwaya Range, no matter how one searched for them, there would always be some. It was just like the slave trade that had yet to begin and was still in the preparatory stage!

Sending Bunduk to the "Aaron" Village wasn't just to organize its defense. It was also to send troops into the Senwaya Range to search for the Jackalan tribe. After that, they would be captured as slaves and sold to the snowfield mine of the Kingdom of Vaegirs!

It was the slave trading plan that Kant was currently implementing.

The system's loan of 120,000 denars weighed heavily on Kant's heart.

After packing up everything, he was truly preparing to return.

The troops advanced.

The stone road of the ancient passage was still flat.

However, compared to the 555-men army, after the bitter battle, there were only 317 people left.

100 Rhodok sergeants, 20 Rhodok crossbowmen, 87 Ravenstern rangers, 103 Swadian knights, and 7 mages from the Enfath Empire.

The casualties reached one-third of the total army.

In Kant's opinion, it was very worth it.

Because the main casualties of the troop class were the level 3 Rhodok trained spearmen.

And the gains were all the troops formed by the level 5 troop class.

Their combat strength had increased by several times!

It was incomparable.

Kant spurred his horse forward, only leading all the Swadian knights forward quickly.

There were footmen left behind in the ancient passage to escort the war trophies back slowly. After all, these footmen were all elites. In such a narrow space, even if they were to encounter a savage demonized creature or that terrifying abyssal demon, with the help of the mages, they would have the strength to fight!

Therefore, Kant was very relieved. He was anxious to leave this place as soon as possible and return to his own village as soon as possible.

Bunduk's injuries were also on Kant's mind.

His body was drenched in the demon's blood, and his skin had been corroded by the demon's blood.

If he hadn't washed it with clean water immediately, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

But even so, Kant intended to return to the village as soon as possible to see if Bunduk's injuries had been healed. James was a professional doctor in the history MOD, so it was still unknown whether he could deal with this kind of fantastic injuries.

Cavalry troops sped through the passage.

Very fast.

After nearly six hours of travel, they finally saw a faint light in front of them.

It was the bonfire that rose at the entrance of the ancient passage.

Five desert bandits were carrying scimitars and holding spears to guard. When they heard the roar of the warhorses, the echo of the ancient passage seemed to blot out the sky and the sun, and their faces were somewhat pale.

However, they also knew that Kant had returned with the heavy cavalry.

The Swadian knights were very conspicuous.

Turning over to dismount, Kant threw the horsewhip to the desert bandits in front of him and asked, "Is Bunduk back?"

"He's back. He's being treated by Lord James."

The desert bandits hurriedly replied.

"How's the situation?", Kant frowned.

"A little...", the desert bandit stuttered. "We just came back, but we saw that the wound was very terrifying. Even if Lord James is very skilled in medicine, we still have to be mentally prepared."

"Damn it.", Kant gritted his teeth.

He did not continue asking questions and quickly walked out of the ruins.

The knights behind him also shook their heads and sighed.

His internal organs had been corroded, so it was really difficult to save him unless they had mysterious extraordinary powers. However, the mages had also said that they were not priests who knew healing spells.

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Chapter 258: The Importance of Healing Spells

When Kant walked out of the cave, he came to the Senwaya Range.

The stars had already covered the sky.

It was late at night, and Rhodok peasants were patrolling with torches. At the same time, on the watchtower, the newly recruited Ravenstern rangers also drew their bows and arrows, aiming at Kant and the others who had suddenly appeared on the hillside.

There was a large number of Swadian knights.

But they quickly put away their alertness.

The peasants carried torches and went over. They had already confirmed that it was Kant and the Swadian knights accompanying him.

The danger was immediately lifted.

Kant, however, quickly walked up the slope and headed towards the council hall.

After receiving the news that Bunduk's situation was not optimistic, his mood was certainly heavy.

"My lord."

The ranger in charge of sentry duty immediately straightened his chest.

"Mm.", Kant nodded.

He quickly entered the council hall, and coincidentally, someone walked out from the room next to him.

It was James.

He used a heated towel to wipe his hands stained with red blood. When he saw Kant return, he was also stunned. He hurriedly wiped his hands, put down the towel, and bowed respectfully. "Lord Kant, welcome back in triumph."

"You're welcome."

Kant shook his head and asked him in a deep voice, "How's Bunduk's situation?"

James hesitated. "It's hard to say."

When he heard James' words, Kant frowned even more.

The atmosphere froze slightly. He frowned and said, "It's hard to say what the situation is.". After a pause, Kant looked at James and said, "Tell me the truth. I'm mentally prepared."

"Lord Kant, I just finished the surgery for Bunduk."

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James said in a serious voice, "The corrosion he suffered was very severe, like the sulfuric acid with the strongest concentration. Fortunately, his wounds were washed with clean water in the shortest amount of time, reducing the concentration of the corrosive liquid. Moreover, he was bandaged until he reached me. If he's lucky, he can barely survive."

"Yes.", Kant nodded. "I trust your medical skills."

Hearing that Bunduk could be saved and could survive, Kant's expression finally relaxed a little.

However, James still frowned. "Bunduk's internal organs were corroded. To survive without infection or sequelae, it really requires luck."

"I'll think of a way to solve the problem of infection.", Kant nodded. He still remembered the medical trials in his previous life.

James shook his head and said, "The problem of preventing infection is easy to solve, but the sequelae caused by injuries are not.". He paused and looked at Kant, in a deep voice, he said, "Even if he survives, because of the serious sequelae, it's still uncertain whether Bunduk will be able to resume his life. I can't guarantee that."

"What do you mean?"

Kant's brows furrowed tightly.

James said in a deep voice, "Bunduk may not be able to continue serving you."

Kant clenched his fists slightly and fell silent.

Although he had not spent much time with Bunduk, he definitely had feelings for him.

This was because he was a natural-born general from the system. He was able to lead a team to share his worries, and he was a talent that could be nurtured into an outstanding general. Yet, he was cut off like a broken sword in this investigation.

Kant could not accept this at all!

"There will be a way, won't there?", he looked at James.

But James shook his head slowly and apologetically at him. "Currently, the medical skills I have learned are unable to do this, because this kind of severe corrosion..." n0𝗏ℯ𝓵𝐮𝓈𝓫.𝓒0𝓶

Kant did not wait for him to finish speaking before asking, "Then what about healing spells?"

"Spells..."

James frowned slightly. "I have not comment on this."

He did not understand spells. After all, he came from the original version, which belonged to the world of historical MOD.

But Kant did.

"The mages in the mage tower and the priests in the temple might have a way."

Kant pondered.

There were spells in this world, and the mages who lived in seclusion in the mage tower were proof of that.

Divine spell also existed in the temple.

Although the Dukedom of Leo believed in the God of War, Edmund, and the priests mainly used augmentation spells to enhance the combat ability of the troops, they also had divine spell to heal wounds after a battle.

Kant had even read in books that the divine spell of the Holy Curia in the Silver Platter Kingdom was even stronger.

"But I can't go back now."

Kant frowned even more. He understood his situation.

He had already been exiled and had found a salt mine in the Nahrin Desert. If he went back, it would be equivalent to walking into a trap. He would be devoured by those greedy noble families. Even if he didn't go back himself, Bunduk would become a hostage, for some unknown reason, he would be imprisoned and become one of the means to restrain Kant.

Of course, those nobles would do that. The profits of the entire salt mine could arouse the greed of anyone. Kant understood them very well, just like those nobles who thought they knew Kant.

If Kant sent Bunduk into the Dukedom of Leo, the best outcome was probably that he would be imprisoned and used.

If the outcome was not good, they would probably kill him.

Kant would not give up his own foundation just because of Bunduk.

The entire "Drondheim" Castle was the only castle that Kant could own at the moment. It did not matter if it was discovered by the nobles, but if it was occupied by extortion, Kant would definitely not accept it.

Even if he had to sacrifice Bunduk!

Kant had understood the saying that "benevolence did not control the army" in his previous life. In this life, he understood the saying even more because there was no friendship among the nobles.

"Lord Kant."

James opened his mouth and suggested, "Perhaps we can ask the mages from the Enfath Empire."

"I've asked.", Kant shook his head. "They don't know how to heal."

James looked regretful. "If it's possible, I also want to learn some healing spells. Especially when I know that there are still magical extraordinary powers in the world, it might be of great help to my medicine."

"Definitely.", Kant nodded.

In the World of Warcraft, there was a troop class that could heal.

For example, the priests in the Inquisition could cast group healing spells.

The Enfath Empire was a military-centralized country. In the military, mages used destructive spells and summoning spells to destroy the enemy's formation, while the priests in the Inquisition could provide more buffs and healing spells, to recover the casualties of their own troops. They were partners that complemented each other.

This was the help that the system could provide.

For example, these fantasy MOD had many healing spells and divine equipment. Even some historical MOD would also have healing tools that only fantasy world had, or even the special troop classes.

If Kant could draw on of these MOD from the system's lottery, it would be perfect to save Bunduk's life!

He now had 20 honor points.

It could be converted into 22 system lucky draws.

"Wait for me for a moment."

Kant turned to James and arranged, "Take good care of Bunduk. Perhaps when I come out of the room later, there will be a way to save him."

"I will do my best.", James nodded solemnly.

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Chapter 259: The Sword of the King

If he wanted to save Bunduk, the system mall's lucky draw was Kant's only choice.

Looking at the 20 honor points displayed in his mind.

Kant took a deep breath and ordered the system in a deep voice, "Start the lucky draw, 10 consecutive lucky draws!"

The dialog box on his retina immediately popped up.

[ Ding... Lucky draw begins ]

The colorful treasure box slowly opened.

On the dialog box, notifications about the lucky draw gift pack kept appearing.

[ You have received a construction pack: Posthouse X 2]

[ You have received a construction pack: Sheep farm X 5]

[ You have received a construction pack: Wool workshop X 5]

[ You have received a construction pack: Tanning workshop X 5]

[ You have received a construction pack: Artisans guild ]

[ You have received an item pack: Sheep 500]

[ You have received an item pack: Refugee tide 200 people (male)]

[ You have received an item pack: Refugee tide 200 people (female)]

[ You have received a special item pack: Terrain modification (River)]

[ You have received a special item pack: Terrain modification (Tributary)]

The notification bar finally ended.

This was the result of 10 consecutive lucky draws.

However, the system did not end the notification bar. There was an additional reward.

[ You have received a construction pack: Water bandits' lair ]

The lucky draw was announced to be over.

Kant's face was calm, but there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

The lucky draw this time could be considered generous, especially the construction pack that was drawn. It was a complete set of handicrafts related construction. By combining the sheep raising industry and the textile industry, one could obtain the output in the shortest amount of time.

The wool could be directly woven into blankets or woolen clothes. After being worsted, it became better than the linen.

What Kant obtained was sheep.

In terms of the amount of wool, it was far from what the sand gazelles in the Senwaya Range could produce.

And the tanning workshop that appeared again had already appeared in "Drondheim" Castle. They could tan many fine leather robes by relying on the sand gazelles. It was quite effective in providing the soldiers on night duty with protection against the cold at night.

Even Manid had the intention of exporting the leather robes when he went to the Stone Pass this time.

Kant could not possibly be in seclusion.

Although he restricted the communication between the Nahrin Desert and the outside world, it was not strictly prohibited.

Kant only prohibited the outside forces from coming into contact with his core castle and discovering it. He would engage in economic exchanges with the other party. He would definitely not object to start a trade. He sent back the captured poor merchant, Borg back to East County for the sake of trade.

At the same time, he developed a secret trading line in the Dukedom of Leo.

Sugar cubes, which were expensive and comparable to spices and table salt, were naturally the mainstream commodities.

But as long as the trade started, the subsequent commodities would still follow.

For example, the linen, leather products, fur products, wool products that Kant could now produce, and even the rich dried meat, smoked meat, and other stored food were all commodities that could be exported.

Although it was impossible to produce too many in a short time, but the future development was promising. It would expand the current agriculture, aquaculture, textile, handicraft, and so on, forming a source of trade that could produce all kinds of goods. With the advantage of Kant's golden finger, they would destroy the original economic products of the Dukedom of Leo, caused monopoly and dumping of resources.

In the feudal era of cold weapons, there was not so much research on commercial activities.

Even if they were to start dumping, they could use silver coins to open a path without any obstruction.

"Not bad."

Kant made a comment on this lucky draw.

However, he turned to look at the room next to him and frowned slightly.

Bunduk's injuries were serious. James' healing techniques and the medical standards of the regular historical MOD weren't able to reach the level of the fantasy MOD could use magic to heal any injuries.

What Kant wanted to obtain in the system lottery was a rare item or troop class that had healing spells.

This was the hope to heal Bunduk.

"There's still a chance to draw again."

Kant frowned and continued to communicate with the system in his mind. He gave the order, "Start the lucky draw."

The dialog box on his retina immediately refreshed.

[ Ding... Lucky draw begins ]

The system gave a prompt.

The prompt bar on the dialog box was refreshing rapidly.

[ You have received an item pack: Wheat field terrace 100 arcs ]

[ You have received an item pack: Chickpea field 10 arcs ]

[ You have received an item pack: Henna field 50 arcs ]

[ You have received a construction pack: Rhodok house 50 houses ]

[ You have received a construction pack: Stone canal ]

[ You have received a construction pack: Stone walls ]

[ You have received a troop class pack: Rhodok trained spearman x 100 men ]

[ You have received a troop class pack: Rhodok trained crossbowmen 100 men ]

[ You have received a special pack: Terrain modification (River)]

[ You have received a special pack: Terrain modification (Lake)]

The 10 consecutive draws of this round had ended.

The system once again popped up a notification, and there was an additional reward.

[ You have received an item pack: Sword of the King ]

The draw this time had ended.

Kant glanced at the gift pack that he had received, and his face was slightly gloomy.

Among the 11 gift packs that he had received in the draw this time, there were also no items or troop class that were related to healing spells.

He had placed all his hopes on the system, but in the end, the result was like this. How could Kant's face look happy, how could he be in a good mood?

Of course not!

He sat on the chair dejectedly.

Kant rubbed his head and felt that his temples were a little swollen.

In other words, he was not mentally prepared for the departure of his loyal subordinate, the captain of the crossbowmen, Bunduk. This was the first time since he established his force in the Nahrin Desert.

Even during the attacks of those high-level Jackalans from the Kingdom of Grey Mane, he did not suffer any losses.

Now, just because of one order from him, Bunduk was about to die.

Kant's mood was very frustrating!

He sat on the chair for a long time before he recovered his mood.

His thoughts moved slightly, and a stream of data appeared in his palm. In the blink of an eye, a western-style longsword appeared in his hand. The hilt of the sword was decorated with gold patterns. Although the overall design was simple, it exuded a vigorous appearance, in addition to the gold patterns on the scabbard, just looking at it gave off a feeling of nobility.

This was the item pack that Kant had drawn, the sword of the King.

The only item that he had obtained from the two draws.

[ Sword of the King: This is a weapon once held by a legendary hero. It was forged by the lake elves using divine power and represents the sovereign's authority. Only a true king with a bright heart can use it. It is also a supreme holy item that is conferred the title of knight. Special effect 1: Justice. This sword contains the power of justice. When you join the battle against the evil faction, your direct troops will receive a 200% increase in power. 2: Accolade. This sword can confer a knight title to someone. It can draw divine power from the lake elves and bestow a knight with new power. ]

On his retina, the dialog box was filled with a dense introduction of the longsword's attributes.

Kant's expression was slightly stunned.

However, he immediately gripped the longsword's hilt tightly. His bad mood from not being able to extract a healing item seemed to have recovered a little at this moment.

"The Sword of the King.", Kant frowned.

He glanced at the introduction on the dialog box.

What was said above, that only a true king could use it, were all empty words to him.

He looked directly at the special effect pane.

[ Special effect 1, Justice: This sword contains the power of justice. When joining the battle against the evil faction, the troops directly under it will receive a 200% increase. ]

[ Special effect 2, Accolade: This sword can confer the title of knight. It can draw upon the divine power instilled in the lake elves and bestow a knight with new power. ]

Kant's pupils instantly constricted.

Then, he clenched his fists and looked down at the gold-gilded longsword. He could not help but mutter, "It really is the Sword of the King!"

Special effect 1 was a targeted special effect, Justice, used it against evil creatures, and received a 200% buff.

In other words, if Kant fought against the demons in the underground city in the karst cave the next time, as long as Kant brought the Sword of the King to personally command the troops, then the troops under him would receive an additional 200% buff. Whether it was in terms of strength, speed, stamina, and agility were all qualitative improvements.

For example, the most common level-3 footmen of Kant, Rhodok trained spearmen, after being buffed by the Sword of the King, might be able to fight against the same number of long-horned demons in formation.

In terms of combat strength, the long-horned demons were slightly higher than the Level-4 strongest footmen, Rhodok veteran spearmen!

They could even fight against a level-5 footmen, Rhodok sergeants.

Now, the level-3 footmen Rhodok trained spearmen could fight against the long-horned demons. It had to be said that it was very helpful for Kant to conquer the Senwaya Range.

After all, Kant did not know how many demons were hidden in the Senwaya Range.

It could be seen from the number of demonized creatures everywhere, there were definitely a lot of demons!

However, what relieved Kant's pressure was the special effect 2, Accolade.

The introduction clearly stated that a knight could be conferred. However, Kant was puzzled about this point. After all, in the Kingdom of Swadia's forces, a Swadian knight could only be obtained through level up.

To confer a knight, it was too much.

Kant did not lack experience. n0𝑣𝑬𝗅𝑢𝗌𝔅.𝓒0𝕞

The advantage of having so many enemies was that they could lead their troops to attack at any time. While clearing the enemies, they could also train their troops and level up the low-level troop class. This would allow their troops to quickly become elites in the process of battle.

The power of the golden finger was undoubtedly revealed. It could cheat the battles for a short period of time and quickly increase their military strength.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ This rare item is a king's item and has the power of a king. It can be used to upgrade a troop class of knights. ]

[ Current troop class that can be upgraded is: Swadian knight. ]

[100 reputation points can be used to confer the Swadian knight as a Swadian royal knight. After the conferment is completed, the knight will be promoted to a royal knight and receive a portion of the king's power contained in the king's sword. ]

[ Remark: A rare item [ Order of the Lion Medal ] has been detected. Combined with the Sword of the King, this medal can be used as a foundation. Consume 10,000 reputation points and 100,000 denars to officially establish the Sarleon Order of Lion. ]. Please continue to check for the specific introduction after the official establishment of the knight order. ]

It seemed to have noticed Kant's confusion.

The system immediately popped up a dialog box.

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Chapter 260: Energy Neutralization Therapy

Kant was stunned.

He was truly stunned. He had never thought that special effect 2 would be so powerful!

It was able to raise the level up of the currently level 5 cavalry troop class, which could be considered top-tier troop class and could not be upgraded any longer, to a stronger and higher-level royal knight.

It came from the light and darkness, the Kingdom of Swadia's top troop class.

The Swadian royal knight!

A level 6 cavalry, equipped with a full set of plate armor, a powerful troop class that wielded a knight sword and a conical lance. They could be said to be the pinnacle of the age of cold weapons. Even among the magical fantasy MOD, they could be considered to be the backbone of the combat sequence.

It broken Kant's embarrassing situation which the current level 5 troop class was already the highest level troop class.

And according to the system's introduction.

This royal knight conferred by the Sword of the King would have the power of the king.

Although Kant did not understand, based on the system's introduction, he definitely believed that this so-called power of the king was extraordinary power. Otherwise, the system would not have highlighted it in the introduction.

As for the cost of 100 reputation points, it was extremely simple for Kant.

He currently had 32,000 reputation points.

This meant that if Kant wanted to, he could easily upgrade 320 maxed out level Swadian knights to the Swadian royal knights who possessed extraordinary power and was known as the king's power.

They would be equipped with full plate armors, including horses and men.

They would be able to truly be the strongest trump card army that Kant currently possessed!

Even the Dukedom of Leo, which was founded on martial arts and had the God of War, Edmund, attached great importance to martial arts. However, in Kant's impression, they did not have the strength to form a cavalry force consisting of grand knights who possessed extraordinary power.

They didn't have a proper troop with dozens of grand knights. n0𝐯𝑬𝓵𝐮𝐬𝕓.𝐜0𝗆

It was estimated that there would not be more than 50 grand knights in the entire Dukedom of Leo.

As for Kant...

He was able to control 320 Swadian royal knight who possessed extraordinary power, countless exquisite killing techniques, and had fought on the battlefield for more than ten years!

This was simply a miracle, the shock from the system's strength!

Thinking of this, Kant slowly let out a breath, and the shadow of Bunduk's casualty slowly dissipated.

The lottery this time made up for the loss of a general.

"Knock, knock, knock."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

At the same time, someone outside said, "My lord, are you inside?"

"I am."

Kant frowned slightly, and judging from the voice, it should be the mages of the Enfath Empire, so he said, "Come in and talk."

The door was gently pushed open.

As expected, it was the mages wearing dark mage robes and dark mage hats.

The seven of them bowed respectfully. "My lord."

"Yes.", Kant nodded.

However, he still frowned slightly and asked them, "I remember that you should have come back with the footmen. Why did you leave the army and act on your own? I don't like this kind of behavior."

Marching in the army required rules.

It was the same even for the troops that were recruited from the system.

Kant's voice was not a question, but more like a rebuke. After all, these seven mages had left the army and returned on their own. It was equivalent to an unorganized and undisciplined behavior. If they were placed in a strict troop, they might even be punished!

The mages obviously also realized that their actions were inappropriate.

"No, we didn't encounter any trouble.", the leading mage quickly replied, "My lord, I'm very sorry to have troubled you, but we rushed back for a reason."

Kant frowned and said, "Give me a reason not to punish you."

Military discipline was serious.

Even if they rushed back, if there was no convincing reason, Kant would still punish them.

Otherwise, the next time other soldiers left the troops with similar excuses, if there was a follow-up reaction, or even a decline in military discipline, who would be responsible?

Kant would not give such an excuse to allow the discipline of the troops to decline!

"I'm sorry."

The mage lowered his head and said, "We have thought of a way to treat Lord Bunduk."

"What way?", Kant was slightly stunned, and then he said in a deep voice, "If this is the reason, then I will think that you did not make a mistake. Now tell me, what kind of treatment method have you thought of?"

"It's the energy neutralization method.", the mage quickly answered.

"Tell me more details.", Kant said with a frown.

The mage immediately said seriously, "It means that Lord Bunduk's injury was caused by the corrosive effect of the negative energy contained in the demon's blood. We discussed this kind of external injury on the way and thought that it could be treated as the magic damage caused by the negative energy corrosion. The treatment method is to neutralize the negative energy through some kind of gentle positive energy, reducing the corrosive effect of the negative energy, and then use the traditional surgery and first aid, as well as the follow-up recuperation, to allow Lord Bunduk recover from it."

Kant lowered his head and muttered, "This is the energy neutralization method."

"That's right.", the mages nodded. At the same time, they said solemnly, "As long as the negative energy loses its corrosiveness, there won't be too much of a threat. After all, the positive energy is very gentle. If we control the strength of both sides well, the possibility of healing is extremely high!"

"If we're talking about the positive energy."

Kant thought for a moment, then raised his head and said to the mages, "I remember that you said that the energy contained in the sun disk is the positive energy. Can it be used to treat Bunduk?"

"This...", the mages were a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong? Can't it be done?", seeing their embarrassed looks, Kant frowned and asked.

"Not yet...", the mages nodded awkwardly. "We weren't mage apprentices anymore. Now that I think about it, we weren't afraid of the experiment back then, which was why the experiment failed.". After a pause, they looked at Kant, the tone of their voice was slightly lower. "However, we have also come to a conclusion. Although the positive energy in the sun disk is sufficient, it is too violent. It is similar to the scorching positive energy that the priests in the Inquisition possess. It can perfectly attack evil creatures. However, with our methods, we are still unable to compare with the priests who have painstakingly researched this kind of power."

"Damn it.", Kant slammed the table heavily, and his eagerness instantly turned cold. He was still a little frustrated about Bunduk's injury. This was a general who could lead the troops in the future!

"My lord, please don't be agitated."

The mages whispered, "The sun disk cannot be used to neutralize the energy, but when we just entered the council hall, we felt another, brand new, gentler, and controllable source of positive energy."

Kant raised his eyebrows, and his quiet mood suddenly rose again. "What is it?"

However, before he could finish his words, he reacted. He saw the mages looking at the Sword of the King that he had placed beside the table. He directly picked it up and placed it on the table, looking at the gilded hilt and scabbard, he asked in a deep voice, "The source of positive energy that you mentioned, could it be this, the Sword of the King?"

"Yes, that's right.", the mages immediately nodded.

Kant smiled. "I didn't expect this sword to have such an effect!"

"This is called the Sword of the King."

The mages said in a relief tone, "No wonder. In our perception, although this longsword contains positive energy, it's actually not gentle. Instead, it has a bit of sharpness, but it can't reach the level of the sun disk that can burn people and raise fire elements out of thin air. It's like an emperor that rule over positive energy."

Kant chuckled, his expression relaxed. "As long as we can save Bunduk's life, that's fine. After all, I was the one who sent him to the city walls to deal with that abyssal demon. I have a responsibility to take care of his injuries."

"My Lord, you are the most benevolent.", the mages saluted respectfully.

"Let's begin the treatment."

Kant stood up. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The mages said, "Yes, my lord. This Sword of the King has acknowledged you as its master. I reckon that we don't even have the right to touch it. When we neutralize the energy, you must be present personally."

"Acknowledge me as its master?", Kant was curious.

"That's right. In our perception, this sword can only be used by a true king."

The mages saluted Kant respectfully. "And the facts have already proven, my lord, that you are the true king, a born noble emperor. Even if the emperor of the Enfath Empire sees you, he still has to give his respect."

"Is that so.", Kant nodded, thinking of the introduction of this longsword.

But Kant did not care about this problem.

He quickly led the mages out of the room, and James was waiting outside.

Seeing Kant come out with a faint smile on his face, his originally nervous heart also relaxed. He smiled at Kant and said, "Lord Kant, looking at your smile, have you found a way to cure Mr. Bunduk?"

"Yes, thanks to these mages.", Kant smiled and nodded.

"Thank you all so much!", James nodded in gratitude. "I really don't want to lose my old friend, and I don't want to see my old friend live like a cripple with his lower body. I really have to thank you all!"

Bunduk was an NPC from the good camp, so his relationship with James was very good.

Most of them were friends.

"You flatter us.", the mages said humbly, "This is what we should do."

"Alright, let's begin."

Kant urged.

"Understood.", James nodded.

They entered the room where Bunduk was.

Amid the thick smell of blood, Bunduk's chest and abdomen were wrapped with clean linen, he was still unconscious on the bed. Beside him, there was an attentive Rhodok woman waiting on him. When she saw Kant and the others enter, she quickly bowed respectfully.

"There's no need to be so polite. You can leave first."

Kant waved at her.

"Yes.", the Rhodok woman nodded and left silently.

The mages came to Bunduk's side and raised the magic staffs in their hands, they said respectfully to Kant, "My lord, please stand beside us and raise your sword. Next, we will draw the power from the sword. We hope that you will allow us to borrow your authority. This is not an offense."

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Chapter 261: The Awaked Bunduk

"Yes, I allow it."

Kant nodded, even though he didn't quite understand it.

"Thank you for your authorization, my Lord.", the mages lowered their heads to express their gratitude.

As they spoke softly, they chanted the magic incantation of the Enfath Empire. Within the gemstones inlaid with silver and precious materials, a faint wave of ripples appeared and gradually lit up.

The King's sword in Kant's hand let out an intimidating cry.

A faint golden light streaked across the gilded pattern.

An epiphany appeared in Kant's mind. The incantation and staff from the mages beside him released a wave of mind power that wrapped around the King's sword, it was like the sword was welcoming the enchanting as well. The spell invited the elven divine power contained in the sword to heal the Bunduk, who was lying on the bed in front of him, his face was pale and was heavily injured.

In Kant's heart, if he wanted to, he could cut off this connection at any time. Moreover, he could borrow the elven divine power on the King's sword to intimidate the mind power that came to communicate with him. He could even cut it off directly.

This was equivalent to a psychic attack, or it could be called a soul attack.

Thus, the mages would carefully ask Kant for permission to come into contact with these elven divine powers first.

This was because Kant had to be focused and cleared his mind. Otherwise, if the King's sword sensed something wrong, it would instantly explode with terrifying power.

As mages who used their spiritual power to directly come into contact with the elven divine power, they would probably be destroyed by this power on the spot. They might even find their souls directly along the spiritual power. The consequences would be terrible!

If they were lucky, their spiritual power would be weakened and become an ordinary person.

If they were unlucky, they might even become an idiot with only three years old intelligence!

Thinking of this, the mages became even more cautious.

The spiritual power of the elves had already been drawn out.

It carried with it the glorious might of a sovereign king.

Golden light flickered on the gold-plated scabbard and hilt. Even on the body of the sword scabbard, the gold-plated part was also releasing a gentle and inviolable power.

The grace of the emperor was like the sea, and the might of the emperor was like the abyss.

As the emperor, the grace could nourish all things, and the anger could also burn the world.

However, what was displayed now was the grace from Kant.

Under the guidance of the mages, this gentle elven divine power slowly came into contact with Bunduk's bandaged abdomen. Ignoring the physical barrier, the golden light slowly descended.

"Zi Zi Zi –"

A slight sound, like a ladle of oil meets cold water.

Curling black smoke instantly spread out in the golden light.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh..."

Bunduk's already pale face suddenly appeared a few abnormal red. n0𝑣𝚎𝑳𝗎𝓈𝚋.𝗰0𝐦

He was still in a daze and let out a few unconscious moans, as if he was in great pain. His face was full with cold sweat, suddenly wet the surrounding pillows and sheets.

"The energy is neutralized."

The mages opened their mouths and explained in a grave tone, "It's a normal phenomenon."

"Alright.", Kant nodded.

The golden light finally entered Bunduk's chest and abdomen.

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The sizzling sound that was originally like frying meat disappeared, and even the black smoke became fainter and fainter.

Bunduk's face regained its calmness.

However, his face was still pale. In a short moment, the cold sweat on his head had soaked through the surface of the bedsheets and pillows. Clearly, when the positive and negative energy was neutralized, the conflict between the two powers was still intense.

"Treatment is over."

The mages let out a sigh of relief.

The mages withdrew their spiritual power, and the King's sword in Kant's hand also ended with a light hum.

The golden light on the gilded pattern also disappeared.

Regarding this, the mages turned their heads and said to James, "Lord James, the corrosive nature of the negative energy has already been suppressed and neutralized by the gentle positive energy. Next, it is up to your medical skills to complete it. You can save lord Bunduk's life through surgery and follow-up recuperation, allowing him to completely recover."

"Thank you very much.", James nodded his head sincerely.

"Well done."

Kant also praised them.

These mages from the Enfath Empire were indeed much stronger than when they were mage apprentices. Whether it was their performance in the battle or their use of magic knowledge in daily life, they were beyond compared to their apprentices-selves.

No matter how good the apprentices were, they still could not compare to the mages who were in combat status every day.

"Do your best."

The mages lowered their heads and responded humbly.

At this moment, Bunduk, who was still lying on the bed, opened his eyes slightly. His pale face turned a little red as he said weakly, "Water..."

"Bunduk is awake!"

James was pleasantly surprised. "As expected of magic, it's remarkably effective!"

He quickly picked up the wooden bowl of warm water beside him, he walked over and handed it to Bunduk. "Mr. Bunduk, the water is here. Drink it quickly. However, don't drink too much water because you lose too much blood. I will arrange the most appropraite recuperation later so that you can recover quickly and return to your previous health."

"Oh, it's Mr. James."

Bunduk blinked and glanced weakly at Kant and the mages beside him.

Suddenly, his dizzy head regained its clarity. He struggled to sit up. "I'm sorry, Lord Kant. I seem to have been injured and did not complete the mission you gave me."

"Don't be too polite.", Kant saw that he had regained consciousness and smiled. "Rest well. Your mission has been completed. That abyssal demon has been completely killed.". He paused and then comforted Bunduk. "This village still needs you to protect it. Get well as soon as possible. Your mission is still very important."

"I will. I will get well as soon as possible."

Bunduk nodded solemnly.

"Alright, James. You will treat Bunduk. If there is no emergency situation in this room, do not let outsiders in. Otherwise, the infection will cause his illness to worsen."

The matter was basically settled, and Kant also advised considerately, "James, in the next few months, the village will have to rely on you to maintain it. Please be careful. If anything happens, I will arrange for Firentis or Rolf to come and help."

"Understood.", James nodded.

However, there was a hint of awkwardness on his face. "If it's Rolf, I don't think there's a need. Things in the village aren't busy at the moment, I can handle it by myself.". His tone was a little hesitant, "I think Mr. Bunduk doesn't want to see Rolf when he's recuperating."

"That's right. I feel like I'm recovering very quickly.", Bunduk also declined. "If Rolf comes over, it won't be enough to cause trouble for us."

"Then I'll respect your opinion."

Kant shrugged.

The relationship between the two NPC factions was quite complicated.

However, they basically never communicated with each other. Even in the tavern, it was considered a good relationship if they were indifferent to each other. If they were on bad terms, they would draw their swords and look for trouble after they drank too much.

However, they did not need to help each other. It was good that they could help each other.

Rolf's task at the posthouse was equally difficult.

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More and more fine white salt from the Oasis Lookout appeared at the Stone Pass. After earning a large amount of silver coins, it also attracted more and more greedy gazes.

Those noble families would not let go of this huge sum of money easily.

Baron Dylan was indeed at the front.

But those greedy nobles would not be intimidated by a small baron like him.

It was probably while Kant was talking here, there might be many evil-minded trade caravan appeared at the posthouse.

Who knew how many spies wanted to escape Rolf and the desert bandits'patrol and go to the Oasis Lookout, but they were cut off by the desert bandits who were patrolling everywhere at all times with machetes and thrown into the desert as warning signs, they were told what would happen if they did not follow the rules.

Kant would not be merciful to those who were spying on his own estate.

Rolf's had very high authority in the posthouse.

He was even allowed to lead his troops to attack when he was faced with a possible enemy and did not need to report!

Kant walked out of Bunduk's recuperation room.

He still had many things to deal with.

For example, the current "Aaron" Village had reached the level up stage.

However, just before the level up, Kant still needed to plan the current terrain. After all, the Senwaya Range was located in a mountainous area, and the usable land was extremely small. It couldn't be compared to the flat land of the Nahrin Desert.

At the very least, the Nahrin Desert could be built at will without considering the terrain.

But the Senwaya Range was another case.

Although there were about 1,600 acres of flat land on the mountain peak, it couldn't be built arbitrarily.

Kant wanted not only villages, but also towns and cities.

What he wanted was a production base with agriculture, animal husbandry, breeding, and handicraft as its core, which could supply at least two city-level production bases for nearly 30,000 people, and a crucial backline for the entire force!

All the buildings that he had won in the lottery would be built here.

A mere 1,600 arcs of flat land on top of the mountain would not be able to meet his future arrangements.

Therefore, the planning had to be even more careful.

Especially in the deeper parts of the Senwaya Range, which was close to the size of a primitive forest, a good plan in advance would definitely allow a city that was well-built in the future to step into a glorious development.

Kant already had some plans in his mind.

He came to the outside of the council hall.

He looked at the flat area behind the council hall.

With a thought, the 50 traditional Rhodok houses immediately appeared.

The data flow was spreading. The houses made of wood were clearly layered, thick, and beautiful. They were indeed the traditional houses of the Rhodok people. The wooden houses built on the mountain had good resistance to damps, earthquakes, and floods.

After all, the Rhodok mountain area was not comparable to the Swadian Plain.

Even if there was a large amount of stone, in order to prevent earthquakes, floods, and other disasters, wooden buildings were used.

This was the wisdom of the Rhodok people.

At the same time, the 400 refugees from Kingdom of Rhodoks were selected by Kant.

As the golden light dispersed, groups of refugees came with groups at the foot of the mountain. They were full of joy as they looked at the river and hydraulic mill at the foot of the mountain, as well as the city wall and sentry tower at the top of the mountain. Their eyes were filled with respect for the future.

The Ravenstern rangers came down to arrange for them.

The 100 Rhodok peasants were still busy gathered to welcome the arrival of their new companions. They opened the gate and helped them carry their luggage, kept asking about their well-being.

The Rhodok people could be said to be the most united.

After all, being able to establish a country independently and resist the oppression of the Kingdom of Swadia was a symbol of unity.

And the backbone of the Kingdom of Rhodoks, the Rhodok's phalanx formation, required their compatriots to stand shoulder to shoulder and believe in their comrades by their side. Only by uniting together would they be able to bring out their greatest power.

Only by believing in their compatriots could they win the future.

The Rhodok people firmly believed in this.

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Chapter 262: The Construction of "Aaron" Village

With the help of the peasant who came first, the new refugees from Kingdom of Rhodoks began to take off their dirty clothes and bathe in the nearby river. The bathing time of men and women was separated.

It was not only to prevent disease, but also to welcome the ceremony of a new life.

Wash away the old dust and welcome a new life!

The customs of the Rhodok people originated from the Swadian people, and they also believed in this.

And at the top of the mountain, new buildings began to appear from the void.

50 traditional Rhodok wooden houses were neatly arranged, and they were quickly built after the council hall. The stone foundation, the main body made of high-quality wood, including the thick wooden boards that acted as walls and the roof, were all very well-made. Just like how a high-quality architect planned, it was completed by the combined efforts of excellent carpenters and construction workers.

Including the thick wooden floors that were close to half a meter above the ground, it was not only moisture-proof but also able to prevent waterlogging. Even if there was a mountain flood or other disaster, the flood could flow along the floor that was supported by pillars to the low-lying area to avoid disaster.

Basically, all the buildings were like this.

The council hall was also built in the same way. This was the role of the steps.

It was very suitable for the current mountain environment of the Senwaya Range. It could be said to be very practical.

The following buildings were much more ordinary.

Five wool workshops and five tanning workshops were built side by side on the left. This was the handicrafts area planned to be developed on the mountain top in the future. It was responsible for weaving wool into blankets or wool fabrics and making use of the rich wildlife resources, tanning leather or soft fur became the center of the handicraft industry.

On the right side were chicken farms and beekeeping farms. The coo-coo grouse and buzzing bees almost treated this mountain area as a paradise. This was indeed the case.

Wild animals that could threaten the residents and livestock were all hunted cleanly.

The Ravenstern rangers did not care about killing animals.

In the icy world of the Kingdom of Ravenstern, they relied on the prey in the Misty Mountain for a living. Almost all rangers were top-notch hunters, and they were extremely experienced in hunting.

This also caused the carnivorous wild animals in the nearby mountains to become dried meat hanging in the storeroom.

Even the number of pheasants and hares had decreased by quite a bit.

Burning mountains to create farmland was more or less the same situation.

At the southernmost location, the originally lush forest had long been cut down. Black smoke was rising from the mud kiln, and a large number of charcoal was burned out to directly supply "Drondheim" Castle.

The salt workshop and sugar workshop at "Drondheim" Castle consumed a large amount of charcoal.

But it was not necessarily the case.

The trees around the village and a lot of well-structured and smooth wood were transported to the weapons workshop of "Drondheim Castle". Although they didn't have iron ore and couldn't make many excellent weapons, the arrow shafts that were commonly needed could be made with a large amount of feathers that they had obtained from hunting.

In addition, the iron ingots that were purchased from the merchants and the arrowheads that were hammered in the blacksmith's shop could be made into hundreds of ordinary arrows or crossbows every day. Although the quantity was small, it could still maintain the current consumption and save up a lot.

The Vaegirs archers and the Ravenstern rangers were the main force of the arrow consumption.

Especially in wartime.

It was common to consume tens of thousands of arrows every day.

Just like last time, when "Drondheim" was still a fortress, the expedition army of the Kingdom of Gray Mane was desperate to attack the city. In less than two hours, they had consumed close to tens of thousands of arrows.

If it were not for Kant's three "Ammunition recovery" spells, the city wall's defense line would have been broken through long ago.

At that time, he did not have as many archers as he had now.

Although the Swadian militia had hunting crossbow, they were very weak.

Even so, the number of arrows used up was very shocking. With the current 500 archers as an example, it was estimated that the tens of thousands of arrows used in the battle at that time would be emptied in ten minutes this time.

This group of archers had been strengthened by the system.

When the arm was pulled, it would often cause severe strain on the muscles. However, as a troop class of the system, they had sufficient endurance.

Hence, the rain of arrows was extremely high in density and frequency.

Kant had originally considered negotiating with Baron Dylan at the Stone Pass to import some arrows and crossbow arrows for storage. However, they were naturally rejected because they were asking for military supplies.

Now that there was a village in the Senwaya Range, the problem of producing arrows and crossbows had been solved.

Although they were not as good as awl arrows or steel crossbows.

However, with the abilities of these top-level archers, they were able to kill any armored unit. Even if they encountered a top-level heavy armored unit, they still had advantage by relying on the city walls. After all, they could shoot from a high vantage point, at close range, the power was enough to injure the enemy in heavy armor.

Following Kant's plan, more buildings began to appear, including the craftsmen's guild. They were of the same type as the Oasis Lookout. It was a castle-level building, but it can be built at village level now.

With this building, a large number of civilians could be trained into talents in various industries.

Currently, there was also a sheep farm.

However, Kant did not want to build it on the top of the mountain.

Compared to a chicken farm and a beekeeping farm, a single sheep farm occupied an area of 50 acres.

Kant could currently build five sheep farms.

After all, raising medium-sized livestock required a little activity environment.

However, the sheep could not be raised free-range, because sheep needed to be kept in captive, similar to a camel farm, but the requirements were even higher. After all, this was a breed that produced wool. Every month, the wool had to be shaved to obtain wool, and there were strict rules in raising it.

If they were raised free-range, they would easily encounter danger.

For example, the grouse would flutter their wings in groups and return to the cliff or forest. If they encountered wild beasts, they could even fly to the trees to hide.

If these sheep encountered wild beasts, they would probably become delicious fresh mutton.

"Build it in the area near the road at the bottom of the mountain."

Kant made a decision in his heart.

As he communicated with the system in his mind, he once again entered god's view.

The sheep farm was built at the bottom of the mountain. On the left side of the road, although it was also a slope, with the appearance of the system's rules, the entire slope suddenly turned into a slightly flat area.

Although it was still a slope, there was at least no problem in raising sheep.

The small river that originated from the subterranean river flowed on the right side of the road, and it was quite convenient to draw water.

The 500 sheep that came from the sheep farm bleated and appeared in the sheep pen. The surrounding area was surrounded by a half-meter-high wooden fence, which acted as a barrier, separating the weeds and shrubs on the surrounding slope.

After hunting, the surrounding wild beasts became scarce.

This small hill that was close to the top of the village was also an area that Kant intended to develop.

The slope of this hill was relatively gentle.

The lush vegetation on it was all shrubs, but there were fewer trees.

It was a good place to build terraced fields.

Through Kant's God's view observation, this hill could cultivate thousands of acres of terraced fields, so there was absolutely no problem. Moreover, the road had to be taken step by step, and the terraced fields had to be opened up by mountain slopes.

As long as the weeds, shrubs and the woods were cleaned, the development of terraced fields were basically feasible.

Moreover, he still had buildings.

100 arcs of wheat terraced fields, 100 arcs of chickpea fields, and 50 arcs of scattered flower fields.

These could all be planted directly.

With his thoughts, just above the sheep farm, the originally barren land began to change. Rows of land began to appear, eventually forming arcs of good farmland. The land was even quite fertile, even more fertile than the soil on the original mountain, just like a completely reclaimed plain field.

250 acres of terraced fields were formed.

Next was a stone canal made of stones.

It was the same building Kant had obtained in the lottery. The canal made of stones was able to supply all the terraced fields. As for the source of the irrigation, he had already considered it.

"Spring's eye."

As far as Kant's eyes could see, it was a water flow that appeared in a depression at the top of the hill.

The spring was a water source that the system directly connected to the water elemental world. A large amount of fresh water gushed out of the void spring and gathered at the top of the stone canal.

The fresh water directly entered the canal, irrigated all the terraced fields, and finally flowed into a small river.

But Kant was not the only one who had this special gift pack.

The reward from the two lucky draws could be said to be bountiful. This was because Kant's special gift pack also had [River channel] , [Tributary] , [Stream] , and [Lake] .

And there was also a reward that could be obtained by exploring the depths of the desert, [Spring's eye] .

So Kant was not stingy when using it.

His mind moved slightly.

The effect of [River channel] was activated instantly. In Kant's god's view, a river channel construction plan appeared in his vision. He subconsciously began to spread from the river he chose at the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountain pass, there were five temporary camps set up by the desert bandits there, and all of them were covered.

However, this river channel was not a natural depression and underground, but a real, artificial river channel that was five meters wide and three meters deep!

There was a stone paved road next to it, and there were stone slabs at the bottom of the river channel that could be used to remove silt.

The river channel had been widened.

The stone road and the river accompanied each other, and they reached the mountain pass from the foot of the mountain.

The overall appearance of the river looked like an ancient passage.

However, compared to the subterranean river, which was at least four to five meters deep and thirty meters wide, this river was still very small. Because of the area of the river, the surface of the water instantly dropped to more than ten centimeters. Instead, it flowed like a small stream, at most, it could pass through a person's calves. It looked quite pitiful.

However, Kant's mind immediately chose the [Tributary] . This was a special topographical transformation.

The tributary could directly communicate with the surrounding water veins. n0𝑽𝔢𝓵𝐔𝓈𝓑.𝑪0𝐦

It could connect both sides.

Kant naturally chose the subterranean river at the bottom of the mountain. With the appearance of the tributary, the cracks on the wall suddenly expanded into a four to five meters cave. Large amounts of underground water surged out and filled the river, the level of the water that was originally falling rapidly increased until it was slightly lower than the dam before it finally calmed down.

The small river flowed slowly. It was neither too fast nor too slow. Five meters wide was enough for ships to travel. The bulk of the goods really did not need to pass through the stone pavement on the side. They could be directly transported to the mountain pass by small merchant ships.

Kant's wild desire to use the river to connect "Aaron" and "Drondheim" had never disappeared.

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Chapter 263: Leveled-up Town

For example, the following [ River ] was the embodiment of Kant's ambition.

[ Terrain transformation (River): Contains the mysterious power of rule, it can communicate with the water elemental plane and transform the terrain at the level of rule. It can connect existing lakes, subterranean rivers, subterranean lakes, river channels, ancient river channels, and dried river channels. The water elemental plane can provide water to form a river. ]

Kant's breathing stopped slightly, and his face was filled with shock.

He hadn't expected that this seemingly ordinary lottery result, this seemingly ordinary special gift pack, would actually contain such a terrifying result. It could be said to be able to change the current situation.

That's right, it could change Kant's current layout in the Nahrin Desert!

He looked at the system's description.

It was able to directly connect existing lakes, subterranean rivers, subterranean lakes, rivers, ancient rivers, and dried-up rivers through the water elemental plane to form rivers.

This was why Kant was shocked, the shock that a miracle appeared before his eyes!

His idea could now become a reality.

Connecting the Oasis Lookout and the Senwaya Range with rivers was no longer a dream.

Transport ships could directly use the waterway to travel between the two places. The speed was fast, and the amount of goods transported was huge. It was completely different from the overland route. It beyond compared to just relying on camels or pack horses!

The ship's goods would quickly travel between the two places.

The elite troops could also use the waterway to travel between any area.

However, Kant frowned slightly.

After the shock just now, he suddenly found that he should keep calm.

"Something's wrong."

Kant muttered to himself.

His mind calmed down and he quickly regained his consciousness.

Now that he was thinking seriously, if he really chose to use this special gift pack, it would be equivalent to being stupid. Because the current Kant did not have enough strength to protect this waterway.

Strategically, he is still on the defensive.

Whether it is the Dukedom of Leo, or the distant Coast of Mannheim.

It was a threat to Kant.

He could build "Drondheim" Castle here, and ensure his hegemony in the Nahrin Desert. The water resources of this castle, as well as the strong walls and towers were the guarantee of his power.

This was his foundation.

If this river appeared, his two estates could certainly communicate.

But more enemies could use the water resources formed by this river to besiege "Drondheim" Castle for a long time, and even find "Aaron" along the river, his weak rear.

The gains didn't make up for the losses.

It was completely inconsistent with the current situation!

Kant needed the harsh environment of the Nahrin Desert as a natural moat.

Instead of foolishly turning this harsh environment and the area that was extremely short of water into an area where the enemy could boldly launch a military and gave them beneficial help on logistics and supplies!

After calming down, Kant could not help but smile bitterly. "I'm possessed."

He was now completely calm.

Looking at this special gift pack [ River ] , he shook his head because of his impulsive thought just now.

If he wanted to use it, he needed more development.

At the very least, he needed to have the strength to defeat the enemy troops in the Nahrin Desert. Otherwise, this river would become the enemy's shortcut and backing, and not Kant's help.

However, Kant could not use this [ River ] , but he could use [ Lake ] . n0𝒱𝑒𝗅𝔲𝗌𝐁.𝕔0𝓂

"Materialize immediately."

In the thought communication system, a large amount of data-flow instantly appeared.

On the eastern side of the mountain peak, the terrain that was originally a cliff began to change along with the data flow. The area that was originally a complex low-lying area and a mountain valley began to expand in a short period of time. At the same time, it sank. When the data flow was small, it finally formed into a lake.

It was more than 300 meters long and more than 200 meters wide, and its depth seemed to be about four meters.

Next to it was a cave where water gushed out from underground.

The water from the river flowed into the lake continuously, but at the same time, the water from both of them also flowed into the river channel, speeding up the flow of the river channel outside the Senwaya Range.

"Build the city wall!"

Kant materialized the building that he won in the last lottery.

The five meters high and two meters wide stone city wall immediately appeared, but the direction of the construction was not at the top of the mountain, but around the mountain, completely separating the mountain from the Senwaya Range in the outside world.

In this way, those wild beasts or demonized creatures would be completely locked in the outside world.

The city wall was the isolation circle.

Even the enemy could not climb over this city wall.

After all, it was built according to the terrain of the mountain. Although it was at the foot of the mountain, coupled with the other low-lying areas and the intersection of the two mountains, the difference of the elevation between the wall and low-lying areas could reach more than three meters, which meant that the height of the city wall was increased.

Especially the city gate.

The only city gate that Kant had reserved was the one under the gentle slope in the south.

As long as there was an enemy invasion, the busy peasants in the agricultural area and the livestock in the livestock area could quickly use this city gate to move in and defend this mountain. If they could not defend the city wall, they could also use the caves inside the city wall to escape into the relics of the temple, or they could go to the underground city of the karst cave where the ancient passage was located.

Kant's current plan could be said to be extremely safe and secure. After all, with the development of "Aaron", he would eventually be exposed to the world, and the pressure he would face would definitely increase dramatically.

This was because "Aaron" was very close to the Stone Pass, much closer than "Drondheim".

Some enemies who harbored malicious intentions or were frustrated in the Oasis Lookout would definitely come over to investigate, or even launch an attack to vent their hatred, as long as they knew that Kant's hidden forces were still here.

Therefore, safety was the most important thing.

However, to be able to break through a city or castle guarded by the Rhodok people was a bit of a joke.

Kant also had confidence in these Rhodok people.

Rhodok's broad shield, the siege crossbow of the Rhodok sergeant, and the deadly heavy bow of the Ravenstern ranger. If they wanted to break through this city wall, they had to at least leave behind several times of the corpses than the wall defenders!

Moreover, Kant was going to level up 'Aaron' Village!

His thoughts moved slightly.

On his vision, a dialog box immediately popped up.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ Currently, the equipment of 'Aaron' Village is complete. Level up is allowed. ]

[ Yes/No level up. ]

The system gave him a choice.

But Kant did not hesitate at this time. He said with certainty, "Level up!"

He was extremely certain.

"Aaron" had been a village for too long. He needed more villages to level up to a higher level of the territory's central hub, to ensure that his development in the future would become more stable and faster!

With his affirmation, the data stream instantly exploded.

The council hall was wrapped in data.

Large amounts of data streams began to entangle, bringing mysterious and bizarre rules to this world.

As if he had broken some crystal wall and connected the rules of the two worlds, the council hall in front of Kant began to change. This was the most direct change after the rules merged.

At the same time, the system continued to pop up the dialog box on his retina.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ The village has reached the level up standard. There are two modes for this level up. ]

[1 fortress (military)/2 town (economy)]

[ Please make a reasonable choice based on the current situation. Once confirmed, there will be no changes afterward. ]

Kant muttered to himself.

After scanning through this option, a smile appeared on his face. "Town!"

This was a completely different choice from when he chose "Drondheim" as the fortress.

It also represented a completely different development!

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ The mode confirmed as town. Level up of village. ]

The data stream continued to spread.

It seemed to last for a long time, but it only lasted for a few seconds.

The data stream that completely covered the council hall was ferocious when it came, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Kant had also exited God's view.

He stood next to the council hall again and turned his head to look. The council hall, which was originally just an ordinary two-story wooden house, was still two stories tall, but the area it occupied was several times larger.

Even the rooms had changed from six to a total of 24.

At the same time, there was a complete Lord's hall, as well as offices on both sides, a living room, a kitchen, and a storeroom. The bedroom on the second floor and the additional storeroom were wrapped up.

There were also many decorations that were in Rhodok's style.

For example, the wall decorations made from the head of a wild beast.

There were also many artefacts carved from trees, inlaid with silver and gemstones. They looked very exquisite.

Including the animal skin on the floor.

Only now did Kant think that the term council hall was very appropriate.

Council hall in a fortress or castle was more like a military tower or small fortress. It was built to defend against the enemy. As for governing, there were not many designs.

The current council hall was very suitable.

The office next to it could accommodate government employees and maintain the commercial, handicraft, and agricultural arrangements of the town.

As well as the most important tax revenue in the town.

Starting from the town, Kant needed to recruit government employees to help the generals with office work. Especially after the town grew larger and more advanced, the number of government employees would increase. After all, with only one or two generals, it was difficult to maintain the operation of a huge city. He needed many subordinates to help him.

Of course, Kant did not need to think too much for the time being. The town that had just appeared had not been built yet. All the buildings that belonged to the town still needed to be added.

"Open the town interface.", Kant gave the order.

...

[ Aaron ]

[ Lord: Kant ]

[ Balance: 135,630 denar ]

[ Reputation: 32,800]

[ Honor: 0]

[ General: James, Bunduk ]

[ Type: Rhodok town ]

[ Current population: 500]

[ Current troops: 517]

[ Building: Council hall (town-level), house (70), fence, mill, watch tower (4) , well, ranger camp, stone city wall, chicken farm (5), bee farm (5) , sheep farm (5) , wool workshop (5) , tanning workshop (5) ]

[ Constructions available: House, grocery store, wheat field, pumpkin field, flax field, hunter's hut, blacksmith shop, barracks, stone walls, stone gates, arrow towers, weapons workshop, jail ]

[ Agricultural resources: Wheat field (100 arcs) , chickpea field (100 arcs) , scattered flower field (50 arcs) ]

[ Animal husbandry: Sand grouse (500) , bees (50 beehives) , sheep (1000) ]

[ Fighting force summary: 200 footmen, 217 archers ]

[ Current troops: Rhodok sergent (100) , Rhodok trained spearman (100) , Ravenstern ranger (87) , Ravenstern warden (20) , Rhodok crossbowman (20) , Rhodok trained crossbowman (100) ]

[ Recruitable: Rhodok people (council hall) , Ravenstern rangers (Ranger camp)]

[ Comment: The brand new "Aaron" Town has just been established, and it seems to be in good condition. There were hundreds of acres of fields on the hillside, and sheep were moving leisurely in the fence. The residents were busy in the fields with hope, and the troops were patrolling the city walls, preparing to welcome the future in high spirits

Remark: Non-system items are not included in the statistics

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Chapter 264: The Ever-changing Mountains

The system interface was clearly marked.

Kant muttered to himself. The town level was indeed different from the fortress level buildings.

Most of the buildings were ordinary civilian buildings. As for military buildings, there were very few of them. Other than the city walls, there were also the city gates. Even if there were buildings to defend against the enemy, they were just arrow towers.

Compared to the fortress-level buildings with all sorts of military facilities, it was undoubtedly less safe.

However, the town was primarily for the people.

Kant had already expected this.

As long as the council hall could recruit basic troop class soldiers and the ranger camp could recruit strong level 4 archers, then the town would have enough self-protection ability.

After all, if one wanted to take down a town with city walls and defensive troops, it would be quite difficult if they did not have larger troops than the defending troops. Moreover, this was a mountainous area with a complicated environment. With the city walls and towns built by relying on the terrain of the mountains, with the current defensive force, the town would not have a problem to defend against 3,000 enemy troops with siege weapons.

Although Kant had paved roads that opened up the complicated Senwaya Range.

However, outside the mountain pass was the Nahrin Desert.

The cruel environment also weakened any enemy supply lines. Even if there were paved roads as a path to enter the mountain pass, the steep terrain also increased the difficulty of attacking the city.

The stone walls that looked like five meters, with the mountain base at the bottom with three to five meters in height, the stone walls were actually eight to ten meters or even higher!

This town was quite stable.

At least in terms of defense, it was not inferior to the Oasis Lookout.

Kant nodded in satisfaction and retreated from the god's view.

The originally sparse mountain peak now had many new buildings. Many Rhodok people were walking out happily. It seemed that they were also very satisfied with the new house.

The newly joined refugees had finished bathing in the river and changed into clean clothes. They came to the street formed by houses together. The peasant arranged the rooms for them. At the same time, they gave a general introduction of the surrounding environment and the current situation. They were also assigned the following tasks, so that they could familiarize themselves with and join the town that had just appeared as soon as possible.

When Kant returned to the council hall, James was still examining Bunduk's injuries. His face was somewhat relaxed. It was obvious that after the mages' magic experiments, Bunduk's injuries had completely recovered.

Moreover, due to the effect of the positive energy, it stimulated his own recovery ability, allowing his wounds to recover very quickly.

"Looks like he's recovering well."

Kant smiled.

Bunduk nodded gratefully. "It's all thanks to your concern, as well as James and the mages' treatment." n0𝓋𝓔𝓁𝑢𝚜𝐛.𝐂0𝐌

"It's mainly because of Lord Kant and the mages."

James sighed. "Magic is really a magical power. Originally, according to my prediction, it would take at least half a year to recover from the injury. Now, it seems that it would take about a month to recover, and three months to completely recover."

"This is really good.", Kant nodded in satisfaction.

"I'm very grateful."

Bunduk also nodded in gratitude.

He had lost consciousness in the underground city of the karst cave for a short while.

At that time, he was already prepared to die in battle. After all, he had already seen through life and death during his travels in the continent of Caradia. Moreover, it was a symbol of honor for him to sacrifice himself for Kant.

He did not expect that he would finally come back to life.

Moreover, he would be able to recover in a short period of time. It was an unexpected surprise.

"Rest well."

Kant comforted Bunduk, "When you recover, you still have more work to deal with."

"Understood.", Bunduk nodded firmly.

"You should rest well in the room and recuperate.", Kant smiled and turned his head to James beside him. "James, come out with me. I have some current government affairs to hand over to you to handle."

"Yes, Lord Kant.", James followed Kant out of the room.

"I plan to return to Oasis Lookout."

Kant pondered for a moment and reminded James, "This town will be fully handed over to you to arrange."

"Understood.", James nodded.

"I mean, fully handed over to you to take charge.", Kant saw him nod, but still reminded him. "Including recruiting troops, patrolling the territory, building towns, and developing agriculture and animal husbandry."

"Lord Kant, you're giving me all the authority?", James sensed that something was wrong and was a little stunned.

"That's right.", Kant nodded.

This made James stunned, he immediately nodded and declined, "Lord Kant, I can't be granted with so much authority. If Mr. Bunduk was still here, he might be able to share the burden with me. But right now, I'm the only one. I'm afraid that if I don't handle it well, some mistakes will affect the development of the town."

"There's no other way. Right now, only you can take on this burden."

Kant frowned slightly.

He was also helpless. He was lacking various generals, so he could only give full authority of the military and civilian mixed town to James, a senior doctor. It was indeed not a good idea.

But other than James, Kant could not find any other generals to deploy here.

Firentis needed to guard "Drondheim" Castle.

Manid was an important person in Kant's communication with the outside world and trade with the Stone Pass.

Even Rolf was the commander of patrolling at the posthouse to prevent outsiders from getting close to the Oasis Lookout.

This hilltop town of "Aaron" could only be entrusted to James. Fortunately, Bunduk's injuries healed very quickly, and he could slowly play his role in the subsequent work. Although he was still unable to take up an important position, it was not a problem for him to handle some light government affairs.

At least they had all gone through tempering in the continent of Caradia. Just based on their knowledge and planning ability, they could not be compared to these ordinary peasant. Kant could rest assured even if they were handed over to him.

After a deep conversation with James.

The temporary development of the town could be considered to have been confirmed. James would be the main commander, and Bunduk would assist him.

Especially in the construction of the town.

Kant handed over all the authority to James.

Now, James was practically a lord that Kant had conferred upon. In terms of authority, he was higher and more powerful than ordinary village chiefs, town chiefs, or even mayors. He was equivalent to a lord without a title.

This was a change in the system's rules after "Aaron" had upgraded from a village to a town.

It was originally not possible.

In terms of construction, Kant could only choose and build it himself.

However, after the upgrade, he could give full authority to James, who was equivalent to a high-level up mayor. He was Kant's senior butler in "Aaron" town, so of course, he could carry out the construction work.

Kant made a plan for the town in advance.

Then, James could build and perfect the town according to this plan.

It was reasonable and perfect.

In fact, there weren't many plans for the current "Aaron" town. Only the main building was built on the peak of the mountain, and the slopes on both sides of the mountain and river were cultivated into terraces. The plan was very simple.

The specific details needed to be made by James himself.

Although he was a doctor, he had traveled in the continent of Caradia for so many years, and his knowledge was definitely quite rich.

"Let's stop here."

Kant finished his own plan and said with a slight pause, "Now I need to return to the Oasis Lookout as soon as possible. I'll leave this town to you.". Looking at James, Kant said in a deep voice, "The task is quite heavy now. I hope you can worry more. When Bunduk recovers, it will be easier."

"I will do my best,", James replied solemnly.

"Okay.", Kant nodded.

Turning his head, he saw that the troops had already assembled.

103 Swadian knights in heavy chain armors were neatly lined up with their spears raised in one hand.

The Swadian warhorses were also wearing chain armors and linen robes, they were bored to death as they used its hooves to dig at the ground under the feet. They were breathing heavily, and they looked like they wanted to gallop to their heart's content.

In front, there was a knight leading Kant's warhorse.

He walked over and quickly got on the horse. He said to James, "You and Bunduk can worry about the rest."

"Yes.", James nodded. "Don't you want to stay longer?"

"I plan to go to the posthouse to patrol, including the current situation of the Oasis Lookout. I need to go back and take a look."

Kant gently knocked on the horse's belly and led the team away.

The rumbling of horse hooves continued.

The archers, footmen, and civilians all bowed to Kant.

This was respect for the lord.

Even Bunduk, who was in the room, seemed to be deep in thought when he heard the dense sounds of horse hooves. He struggled to sit up and watched Kant and the knights leave.

The road was smooth.

The wide river by the side trickled with clear water.

Occasionally, palm-sized fish from the subterranean river appeared in the river. They seemed to be swimming out of the tributaries of the stone wall. They were curiously looking out of the river to enjoy the sunny world, causing a few splashes on the surface of the water.

However, there were more fish in the lake at the foot of the mountain.

They were all from the subterranean river. Soon, they occupied the lake and happily crawled among the aquatic plants.

If Kant still had a fishing ground that could be established here, the fishing industry would probably be even more efficient than the Oasis Lookout. After all, the temperature in the desert was much higher, so it was not as suitable for the fish to breed here.

They rode their horses and quickly arrived at the mountain pass.

Behind a hill, a temporary tent was set up, and five desert bandits were riding their horses to welcome them.

This was the outermost outpost of "Aaron" Town.

"My Lord."

The desert bandits dismounted and bowed respectfully at the edge of the road.

"There's no need to be so polite.", Kant raised his hand.

The hundred Swadian knights behind him were given order to stop. They quickly reined in their horses and slowly stopped the galloping sounds.

Looking at the sparse vegetation on the hill and the many grains of sand on the surrounding hills, Kant understood in his heart that in front of these hills was the vast Nahrin Desert, the true forbidden area of civilization, and the hell of the race.

That desert was his nominal estate.

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Chapter 265: Trouble At the Posthouse

This was Kant's estate.

It was nominally, but he was gradually taking control of it.

Slowly walking forward, Kant came to the top of the hill. In front of him was a vast sea of sand. The continuous dune echoed with the hill under his feet in the distance, but the hot breath from the desert came with the breeze.

The gentle breeze contained a cruel warning to civilization.

No civilization could conquer this desert.

Even the naturally tolerant Jackalan, a stray dog that had been driven into the desert by humans, could not return to the relatively prosperous northern county. Even if they took advantage of the war between the Dukedom of Leo and the Silver Platter Kingdom, they could not make it. As a result, the large-scale migration and invasion of the northern county resulted in a massacre.

The brutal massacre ten years ago had spread from the North County of the Dukedom of Leo all the way to the Oasis Lookout in the Nahrin Desert. Hundreds of low-level Jackalan tribes had been wiped out, and the remaining ones had been killed to the point of fear.

It could be seen from Kant's arrival.

The low-level Jackalan tribe had been completely scattered in the desert.

If it was the same as before...

There would be hundreds of Jackalan tribes with close to tens of thousands of them.

Even if Kant was appointed as Baron of the Oasis Lookout and ruled the Nahrin Desert, he wouldn't dare to take up the post easily. After all, when the human wave tactic was exhausted, even if he had the advantage in quality, it wouldn't work!

Moreover, when he first came to the Nahrin Desert, quality did not have an advantage either.

"What a sigh."

Kant sighed lightly because it was different now.

He already had some control of the Nahrin Desert, and had already established his own foundation here.

Not only did he have a large number of elite soldiers that were among the best quality, but he also built a tall and sturdy military castle on the Oasis Lookout, the only large-scale water source in the southern part of the Nahrin Desert.

If the enemies wanted to destroy it, they would have to pay a cruel price!

He pondered for a moment on the mountain top.

Kant turned his head, and the five desert bandits behind him were still standing respectfully.

On the stone path at the foot of the hill, the 103 top-notch Swadian knights were holding their spears in a formation ready to set off at any time and quietly waiting for Kant.

Indeed, he would not wait here for too long.

This mountain pass was very important.

Kant also wanted to make some arrangements here.

After muttering to himself for a while, Kant's thought communication system.

A card that was originally floating in his mind immediately shattered.

At the top of the hill beside him, void ripples spread out. A two-story small building made of neat stone and wood immediately appeared on it. The foundation was firm, and the walls and wood were patched together solidly.

Even the roof on the top floor had a vent that could be closed at any time.

This building was a posthouse.

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The desert bandits behind them widened their eyes in shock.

"This is for you."

Kant turned his head and said to them, "You can stay in this inn in the future. It's much better than a temporary tent.". After a pause, Kant warned them, "However, you must not relax in the task of guarding the mountain pass. You must remain vigilant."

"Understood. Thank you for your kindness, my lord!"

The desert bandits immediately bowed respectfully.

Compared to a temporary tent made of linen, it was obviously more comfortable to use a posthouse as a sleeping place.

Similar to Kant's posthouse at the top of the underground lake, the top of this posthouse also had a watchtower that was more than five meters tall. It allowed people to climb up and observe the situation around them. Facing the open sea of sand on the outside, the view was better, an abnormal target could be seen from more than a thousand meters away.

It could be considered as the most important building of these desert bandits when they were stationed at this mountain pass. It was a combination of guarding, monitoring, scouting, or providing support.

If Kant had enough troops in the future...

He could also form a transportation network between this posthouse and the central posthouse, which was not inferior to the convenient waterway.

"Let's do it this way."

Kant walked into the posthouse to check.

The house was fully furnished, and there were many grains and cured meat piled in the storeroom.

It seemed that it would definitely be able to accommodate about 20 people.

As for more, it would need to be the same as the central posthouse. The troops would need to set up tents around the posthouse. Otherwise, it would be impossible for too many people to live in this two-story wooden building.

However, this mountain pass posthouse did not need too many people to guard it.

The most important function of this mountain pass posthouse was to serve as the outpost of "Aaron" Town.

Naturally, there would be supplies from the town during normal times.

As for drinking water, it was even simpler.

Kant walked down the hill and arrived at the desert area outside the hill.

The stone path that was originally paved with stone and slate was at the mountain pass beside the hill. Even the river path that Kant built was the same. The river path that was about five meters wide was cut off at the inner side of the mountain pass. It was parallel to the stone path, the flowing river water overflowed, forming a natural stream that flowed into the sand layer outside the mountain pass.

A few days ago, the original river had already used an indirect source of water to wash away the edge of the desert, forming a seven to eight meters long and eight meters wide pit that was half a meter deep. The shimmering water had turned into a small lake.

The erosion of the river had even brought along the soil that originated from the Senwaya Range.

In just a few days, heat-resistant shrubs appeared outside the water source.

As long as there was water, the vegetation in the desert would grow quickly. Looking at the emerald green field, it wouldn't take more than a few months for another small oasis to form at the mouth of the mountain.

It could be considered a man-made small oasis.

Kant saw the greenery, and he liked it more.

He turned his head and told the five desert bandits who were stationed here, "If you have nothing to do on a normal day, go to the mountains and dig some soil to cover the surroundings of the puddle. This will also allow these plants to grow more luxuriantly."

"Understood.", the desert bandits nodded.

This was not a big deal in the first place.

Moreover, it was Kant's order, so they naturally had to do it diligently.

"Let's go."

When Kant saw that there was nothing to do here, he got back on his horse.

The 103 Swadian knights behind him immediately surrounded him. Kant lightly knocked on the horse's belly and shook the reins with all his strength. He took the lead and galloped ahead. The originally hard stone pavement beneath his feet immediately turned into a relatively soft layer of sand.

The rumbling sound of the warhorse's galloping disappeared. However, there was the dull sound of horse hooves heavily trampling on the sand layer. This included the dust that rose up behind the horse. For a moment, it was not clear. It was as if hundreds of heavy cavalry troops were galloping in the desert, the imposing manner was powerful and majestic, making people tremble in fear.

Facing the galloping of the cavalry, no army could maintain a balanced mentality.

But currently, no one could see it.

The path Kant chose was to move behind the hidden dune.

This was to avoid coming into contact with the spy trade caravan that appeared at the Stone Pass. Although it was a long detour, it could prevent people from coming into contact with the town in the Senwaya Range.

This was Kant's trump card and secret.

If it was known so easily, then the situation would not be optimistic.

Of course, the trade caravan usually headed north towards the Oasis Lookout. No one would have thought that Kant had established another town in the deep mountains of the Senwaya Range in the southwest/ Moreover, it could produce a large number of urgently needed resources in the Nahrin Desert. If it was developed successfully, there might not be a need to trade with Stone Pass and the Dukedom of Leo.

This was Kant's way of getting rid of the noble families in the Dukedom of Leo. It was a means of blockade and restriction of resources. It would definitely make the noble families who thought they could control Kant's lifeline gnash their teeth in anger.

In the traditional impression, the Nahrin Desert was a desolate and uninhabited forbidden area of civilization.

That was indeed the case.

However, it was different after Kant arrived.

After discovering the salt mine, it was even more different.

The profits of salt could make the noble suffer terrible losses. They would send mercenaries and slaves to mine table salt, and after they were transported out, they would turn into the best table salt and sell it to the countries of the entire continent.

Although the price was high, it was indeed worth the price!

The salt bought from the distant dwarf was also expensive, but there were still countless merchants who endured the long journey and the dangerous bandits along the way to transport the shimmering table salt.

It was all because of the expensive salt and the shinny silver coins, which attracted the greed!

Now, in the depths of the desert, a salt mine had been discovered.

So what if they lost some slaves and mercenaries?

To those noble families, what they lacked the least was people. What they lacked the most was people who were willing to sacrifice their lives for the silver coins in their hands.

And sitting high on the top, they were making a fortune by eating human blood buns.

Of course, there was only one difference.

In the hands of these noble families, there was no blood, only employment documents.

Some were desperate desperadoes, or greedy mercenaries, merchants who wanted to take advantage of the situation and become the partners of these employment partnership. They would use their lives to pave a bloody path for the noble families, even if it meant sacrificing their own lives, because the attraction of silver coins was deadly!

After half a day's journey, Kant arrived at the central posthouse at dusk. However, facing the light of the evening, Kant narrowed his eyes slightly because he found an unusual scene.

Beside the posthouse, a large number of merchants and carriages were gathered, and they seemed to be a riot.

And in the posthouse, ten Swadian militiamen were standing at the top with crossbows.

Outside the posthouse, 120 Sarrandian horsemen were standing in formation. Rolf was standing at the front, and behind him were 220 desert bandits. They were holding spears and scimitars in agitation, their expressions ferocious.

The voices of the people were boisterous. It seemed that a conflict was about to break out between the two sides.

"Let's go and take a look."

Kant frowned and led his troops to charge down the dune.

A dull sound spread across the flat desert plains, startling the two troops that were still in a standoff in the distance. n0𝑽𝑬𝒍𝗎𝕊𝒷.𝗰0𝓜

Compared to Rolf and the others' pleasant surprise, the group of merchants were much more flustered, especially the guards of the trade caravan who were holding weapons in their hands. They all revealed their anxieties and fearful gazes.

This was because the newcomers were over a hundred heavy cavalry soldiers!

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Chapter 266: The Panic of the Merchants

Kant led his team and rode closer.

The horseshoes struck the sand with a dull sound. It was like the muffled thunder of winter. The group of people from the trade caravan kept retreating. Even the guards of the trade caravan, who were holding their weapons, subconsciously lowered their weapons.

Facing over a hundred heavy cavalry soldiers with horses and heavy armors, no one dared to provoke them.

Not to mention that they were right in front of them.

120 Sarrandian horsemen and 240 desert bandits were not to be trifled with!

The heads of the merchants who had led the trouble were drenched in cold sweat. They looked at each other, wanting the others to go up and explain to Kant. However, there was more fear in their eyes and an uncontrollable panic on their faces.

No one would have thought that the plan that could have been discussed and negotiated would suddenly change.

As a lord.

Kant, who had the identity of a baron, showed up. n0𝑽𝑒𝐋𝚞𝐬𝔟.𝓬0𝓂

He also brought 103 heavy cavalry soldiers who were fully armored.

He broke the balance between the two sides that still contend against each other. This caused the merchants who had ulterior motives to ally together not only become the weaker party, but also began to have the possibility of splitting up.

The principle of self-preservation was quite common in the circle of merchants.

But Kant did not care at all.

He indeed had the advantage, so he could ignore these merchants who were covered in cold sweat and even gave them a flattering smile.

Riding his horse in front, he came to Rolf's side and asked with a frown, "What's going on? This is my estate. You are my cavalry. Why are you confronting these merchants of unknown origin?"

Before Kant could finish his words, cold sweat broke out on the heads of those merchants.

Unknown origin.

This word had already proved Kant's meaning.

The hearts of all the merchants jumped. They knew that if they did not explain clearly today, they would probably have to stay here.

Staying here was not a good idea.

Perhaps it also meant that they would die here!

"They have been in collusion since yesterday. It seems that they have a problem with the decree you issued."

Rolf glanced at the terrified merchants.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was a ferocious smile. "Then, I recalled all the cavalries and found that these merchants have also joined forces and want to have a showdown with me."

"Oh? Interesting.", Kant chuckled and turned his head to look at the merchants. "A showdown? What showdown?"

The merchants subconsciously took half a step back.

Many of the merchants at the back, who were originally speculators, had their eyes wandering.

It was obvious that they were not on the same page. In the face of the current situation, they realized that the danger factor had increased. They began to retreat continuously. They even urged their close companions to immediately run to the edge and surrender if Kant made any move. Then, they would just have to identify the person who organized the riot at the front!

The merchants were not stupid. They had sharp brains. Otherwise, they would not have been able to muddle along like a fish in water in this feudal era where the business environment was harsh. They even had their own trade caravan.

Even if they were actually acting as agents, there were nobles behind them and controlling them.

However, that did not mean that they had no brains.

Even the three merchants at the front who had instigated all the merchants to unite and confront Rolf had become estranged from each other. They didn't want to escape or resist. Instead, they wanted to push the other two out so that they could survive.

It was enough for them to die.

"The reason for the showdown is, of course, that they want to enter the deeper part of the Nahrin Desert."

Rolf spoke with a calm tone, "Or rather, they want to defy your order and go deeper into the desert to search for something. After all, before this, I have always been on the defensive, forbidding anyone from entering the depths of the desert."

"Oh, interesting, really interesting.", Kant nodded. There was not a hint of emotion on his face.

But the cold sweat on the faces of the merchants grew more and more.

Because they saw that right behind Kant, the Swadian knights, Sarrandian horsemen, and the desert bandits all drew their scimitars from their waists, raised their lance, and stared at them viciously, just like a fierce wolf discovering a fat lamb!

Although there were many merchants, adding up to more than 500 people, it was completely useless.

Most of them were ordinary merchants and servants.

Only a small number of them were trade caravan guards.

But even if they were trade caravan guards, to be honest, they only knew how to ride horses and simply fight with knives and axes.

If they were to fight against the regular army, especially the elite heavy cavalry led by Kant, it would be as laughable as hitting a rock with an egg. That scene was too funny to imagine!

When they had gathered earlier, they still had some confidence.

Rolf and the 120 Sarrandian horsemen were indeed part of the regular army. It was terrifying.

The desert bandits were also unruly. They looked like bandits, but their equipment was slightly inferior.

The source of the merchants' confidence was the noble behind them.

They were sure that as long as they charged through this posthouse and gathered together, they could use the power of the noble behind everyone to pressure that young and immature Baron Kant, who probably did not understand what a political struggle was. Then they would successfully break through the posthouse, they went to the Oasis Lookout and even found the specific location of the salt mine.

But now they realized that they were wrong. The young and immature Baron Kant was just like an old noble who maintained his prestige and did not speak to them, but that imposing manner made their hearts tremble.

This was the calmness that only a true noble had.

After staying with the noble for a long time, they could understand more clearly the unmerciful hidden under this calmness.

The difference was whether Kant's hands were willing to be stained with blood or not!

Kant did not have any objection to having his hands stained with blood.

Or rather, he did not care about it.

He just raised his head and looked at these merchants calmly. He said indifferently, "Can anyone give me an explanation?"

"Uh..."

Instead, the response was the blank gazes of these merchants.

Including the three instigators in front, they all had blank eyes, as if they were little white sheep who did not know anything.

"Hehe, it seems like you don't want to give an explanation?"

Kant chuckled.

However, his smile immediately disappeared, and he said to Rolf in a deep voice, "Then let them know the consequences of daring to violate my laws in my estate!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh

The sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard continuously.

The already nervous guards of the trade caravan all drew their weapons.

However, the experienced merchants and guards of the trade caravan at the front looked even more embarrassed.

This was because Kant had yet to say what the consequences would be. This group of rookies had stupidly pulled out their weapons. This was basically giving Kant something to use against them and make themselves looked like they were against a noble!

Ordinary people who loved "peace" would not aim their weapons at the noble.

Even a down-and-out noble baron.

In the court of the nobles of the Dukedom of Leo, it was still an existence that commoners like them could not offend a noble!

Because this was the dignity of the noble class!

"Heh.", Kant saw the uncertain faces of the trade caravan's guards, as well as the panic in their eyes. How could he not notice that the other party was extremely scared?

There were also the rookies of the trade caravan's guards at the back. They were so nervous that they were covered in sweat. They could not even hold their short swords or scimitars firmly. It was estimated that once Kant's cavalries charged, this group of trade caravan's guards would be instantly killed until they broke down and fled, they did not pose any threat at all!

Even so, the Sarrandian horsemen still raised their spears at these merchants. The desert bandits all raised their scimitars, allowing the dusk light to reflect the awe-inspiring sword light.

Even the Swadian knights stared at the group of guards and raised the lance in their hands.

They were all prepared to charge forward.

In a short distance of less than 10 meters, they could still launch the initial charge.

When the sharp lance pierced through the enemies in the front row, the enemies in the back row would flee. In the end, they would completely annihilate the enemy's troops in the pursuit, allowing the desert bandits to pass through the enemy's fleeing troops, using the scimitars to chop down the pitiful creatures that had lost their will to resist, the bandits were quite skilled at this.

They were only waiting for Kant's order to charge!

But the merchants felt that something was wrong.

They panted heavily, looking at the cavalries' gazes at them in panic, becoming more and more malevolent.

Just like those real bandits.

"No... Baron Kant..."

Finally, the merchants in the front row waved their hands and shouted in fear, "This is a misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding! We... we didn't want to riot, we didn't want to go to the depths of the desert! This is a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!"

"That's right! This is a misunderstanding! Baron Kant! Baron Kant! This is a misunderstanding!"

"Spare us! Lord Kant! We didn't dare to go to the depths of the desert! It was the three people in the front who gathered us! We didn't want to cause trouble! We didn't want to show our cards!"

"It was the three merchants at the front! That's right! They instigated us!"

"You damned fellows, the three of us were obviously coerced by you and pushed to the front!"

"Don't spout nonsense. Lord Kant can prove our innocence here. How could the three of us dare to touch Baron Kant's authority? It was you who coerced us. That's right, you coerced us!"

The merchants shouted in panic.

Everyone was scrambling to point at others, saying that they were the bad guys with ulterior motives.

The scene was chaotic.

However, Kant's expression was calm. He only looked at them coldly. He turned to Rolf and said, "I'm very disappointed that you didn't manage to clean up these guys."

"No, Lord Kant, you misunderstood."

Rolf Shrugged. "I want to wait for them to finish gathering before I kill them all.". As he said that, he revealed a sinister smile. "Killing them in one go can solve a lot of problems. It can also get rid of those merchants in the later stages so that they don't dare to come over. However, since Lord Kant has appeared, I've chosen to wait."

"Oh.", Kant turned his head and looked at the cavalries who were already prepared to charge. He nodded and said, "That's right. It seems that I've really disturbed you this time."

"No, Lord Kant. They are just a bunch of mobs."

Rolf swept his gaze over the merchants who were quarrelling and criticizing each other. He laughed sinisterly and said, "Just this group of happy people is not enough to become my enemies. Even the weakest trade caravan in Caradia can at least resist a little."

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Chapter 267: Lord Kant's Pressure

The trade caravan of the continent of Caradia were all top-class retired soldiers. They led trained caravan guards and sentinels to conduct business. Even a few bandits and marauder were no match for them.

Only a large-scale bandit group could take down these trade caravans.

That was why Rolf looked down on these merchants. There were more than 500 of them, but in reality, they were a mess. These merchants were still blaming each other for internal strife when the enemy approached, so he was full of contempt in his heart.

But he would never hate them.

Because as a professional scoundrel and a part-time outstanding bandit leader, Rolf's favorite thing was this group of cute little lambs that came to him ready to be slaughtered!

"Lord Kant, do you want to deal with them next?", Rolf looked at Kant.

"This.", Kant muttered. He understood Rolf's meaning.

He wanted to completely eliminate these merchants and plunder their goods!

However, Kant saw that these merchants were already retreating. They didn't even want the carriage that carried their goods. He couldn't help but shake his head and said to Rolf, "I'll deal with it personally."

"I'll follow your orders.", Rolf shrugged and slightly urged his horse to take half a step back.

Kant walked forward.

The merchants were so scared that they begged for mercy.

Even the three leaders at the front, who had nowhere to retreat, were sweating profusely.

"Let's have a chat."

Kant gently knocked on the horse's belly, indicating for his horse to stop moving forward.

Looking at these merchants and the irritating noise in his ears, he couldn't help but frown and say, "Be quiet, gentlemen. The worst situation hasn't arrived yet. If you continue to argue, I don't think the final result will be too good."

The scene quickly became quiet.

All the merchants looked at Kant in panic.

The guards of the trade caravan were infected by the panic in the surroundings. They all felt strangely guilty.

They even put their weapons back into their sheaths, afraid that Kant would misunderstand them.

"Very good."

Kant looked at the merchants who had calmed down in front of him, he nodded in satisfaction. "I am very clear about why you came here, but I think you need to know my rules again. That is, I will only sell table salt in the salt mine to Baron Dylan at the Stone Pass. As for this posthouse here..."

Kant pointed to the posthouse next to him, which was guarded by ten Swadian militiamen. He said calmly, "The south is a trade route that can be traveled freely. It is the place that I allow to communicate with the outside world."

The merchants listened quietly.

Kant pointed to the north, he said calmly, "But to the north of this posthouse, it is a forbidden area that I forbid anyone to enter. It is the law of my territory. As long as I still exist in the Nahrin Desert and I still possess my baron title, this law will take effect. You cannot go against it!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Baron Kant, we understand!"

"That's right, your Lordship Kant. We all know that it's a forbidden area!"

"That's right, that's right! We understand that it's a forbidden area!"

The merchants immediately spoke, their eyes filled with relief. It seemed that Baron Kant's words meant that they were safe. After all, when they were in the Dukedom of Leo, they had not only heard of Baron Kant's kindness.

Of course, at that time, the reputation of kindness was mostly based on cowardice.

But now, they had come to face Kant's benevolent personality with deep respect.

If they were disrespectful, if Kant did not have a benevolent personality, they would probably be strewn with corpses by now!

Respect often came from fear. Whether it was fear of the other party's financial resources or fear of power, they would all have the same fear towards him.

That was why there was respect.

It was just that Kant did not have the slightest interest in this kind of respect.

Fake respect could not be compared to the respect from the hearts of the recruited civilians and soldiers. Only these people were the ones Kant truly chose to believe in, and not these merchants.

Raising his hand, Kant touched his chin. "You all seem to understand."

"Understood, understood!"

These merchants kept nodding.

Kant chuckled. "Then can you tell me who instigated this rebellion against me?"

The scene instantly fell silent.

Rebellion?

What rebellion?

These merchants were stunned. They still did not understand why Kant said the word rebellion.

It was not wrong to say that they had ulterior motives and were spies from the noble families.

But how could they possibly rebel!

"Aren't you going to say it?"

Kant's smile disappeared, and he turned to look at Rolf. "Isn't there someone who started a rebellion and wants to occupy my estate and obtain my wealth?"

"That's right, Lord Kant, that's indeed the case.", Rolf nodded in agreement.

"No! That's absolutely not the case!"

The merchants cried out in despair. n0𝓋𝖾𝑙𝑈𝔰𝐁.𝚌0𝓂

"How could this be a rebellion? We have absolutely no intention of overthrowing you!"

"Absolutely not, Lord Kant! No!"

The commoners overthrowing the the noble and starting a huge rebellion. This was a felony!

And this was the on of the highest felonies!

It was a felony that the noble could not tolerate the most!

Even if the opposing noble was overthrown, the noble here happily held a celebration party and secretly praised the civilian uprising army that overthrew their opposing noble. However, they would still enlist all the troops, for the sake of their noble identity, for the sake of the noble's class, kill all the civilians, and at the same time receive the spoils of war from the enemy's noble.

The authority of the noble class could not be moved. Even if the noble wanted to change it, or if those mysterious mages wanted to change it, they could not. Or rather, they could not allow it at all!

As for Kant, he also did not allow it. These merchants dared to test his bottom line.

That's right.

These merchants had gathered because of the instigation.

But in reality, they were all in sync. They wanted to test Kant or Rolf's bottom line.

However, they did not expect Rolf to have no bottom line at all. Once they dared to act out of line, what they would face next was not a negotiation, but a bloody massacre by the desert bandits and Sarrandian horseman!

As a noble, but became a bandit leader instead, did Rolf has a bottom line?

What a joke!

If Kant had not come, they would probably have been slaughtered in the evening!

And even if Kant arrived, he wouldn't let them off either.

And he wouldn't let go of the leader who had incited these merchants to test his bottom line!

"It's them!"

"That's right! It's them!"

Soon, the three people in the lead were pushed out.

At the same time, many of the guards in the trade caravan were also separated.

These people had expressions of despair and hatred on their faces. It was obvious that these guards and merchants were the subordinates of those three people. Now that they were pushed out, how could they not feel hatred towards their 'companions'?

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Chapter 268: The Frightened Quails

"No! Baron Kant, this is all a misunderstanding!"

One of the merchants instantly jumped off his horse and quickly walked forward.

However, this action aroused the vigilance of the Swadian knight who was protecting Kant. He raised his lance and pointed it at him. He fiercely reprimanded, "Stop! You lowly b*stard!"

"My Lord Kant! It's like this!"

The merchant did not mind at all. He said in a low voice, "I am the trade caravan of Viscount Wayne, the lord of the North County. Perhaps there is some misunderstanding. We absolutely have no intention of starting a rebellion or overthrowing your rule.". He looked at Kant, his tone carried a hint of pride, "It's like this. Viscount Wayne sent me to bring his personal letter, hoping to start a business cooperation with you. However, I haven't seen your people, so I want to personally go to your Oasis Lookout to take a look."

"Viscount Wayne?", Kant narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes.", the merchant wiped the cold sweat off his face and quickly took out the letter from his bosom. "This is it. It's a letter personally written by Viscount Wayne!"

Kant took it. On it were traditional noble decorations.

From the looks of it, it was indeed the decorations of Viscount Wayne. He used high-grade beeswax to seal the letter.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

Kant chuckled, "Viscount Wayne, the lord of the North County territory, the strongest viscount, asked you to deliver the letter to me.". Kant's face drooped, "Do you think I would believe it? "You are the most humble merchant, but you lied in the name of Viscount Wayne, trying to cheat me and avoid the punishment!"

The merchant was stunned and wanted to say something. "It's... It's true..."

However, Kant said in a deep voice, "This swindler who dares to use the name of Viscount Wayne to start a rebellion must be sentenced to death immediately!"

In the end, Kant turned his head and said to the Swadian knight behind him.

"Puff –"

The lance that was originally raised diagonally was instantly put down.

The Swadian warhorse beneath him continued to charge forward within a short half a meter, bringing along the lance in the knight's hand and easily piercing through the merchant's chest.

"He he... No... he..."

The Merchant's eyes widened as he wanted to say something, but his windpipe was blocked by the blood gushing out from his torn lungs. He could not say anything and fell to the ground.

The merchants and the guards of the trade caravan behind him had their eyes wide open.

A massacre was about to happen.

The two merchants who had instigated the guards to attack the posthouse immediately rode their horses and galloped away.

Their faces were filled with despair.

They knew that the merchant who had just been stabbed to death was indeed Viscount Wayne's merchant.

In the circle of merchants, everybody knew each other.

But even so, Kant had given the order to kill him.

Even if the two of them revealed the backer behind them, they would probably end up miserably too, because they knew that when Kant came here, he didn't have any intention of letting the three instigators live!

It was indeed the truth!

Kant waved his hand. "Kill them and bring back the corpses."

"Understood!"

Rolf nodded and signaled to the desert bandits behind him.

Twenty desert bandits attacked.

These bandits with excellent riding skills quickly caught up with the two merchants who were living in luxury.

They threw the short javelins in their hands.

The short javelins directly pierced through the two merchants' lungs and chests. The two corpses fell off their horses. The corpses were stuck and pulled their desert horses. The horses spun around and rushed back, throwing the corpses heavily on the ground.

"Alright, our problem is solved."

Kant chuckled.

Looking at the restless guards belonging to the three merchants, he said calmly, "I spare you guys. I know you must have been bewitched by these merchants. You won't die."

"Thank you, Lord Kant!"

The desperate hope made the guards, who were already trembling and did not dare to move, burst into tears.

"Then it's our turn."

Kant smiled and looked at the other merchants.

Although the three people in the lead were all killed, Kant didn't intend to let these guys off so easily.

If they dared to charge into the posthouse, go deep into the desert, and not follow his rules, then there would be corresponding consequences. Kant said indifferently, "Do you think that you can leave so easily without paying any price?"

"We are willing, willing to pay a ransom!"

These merchants did not have any intention of resisting.

The massacre just now had already made them understand Kant's authority in this desert.

Even Viscount Wayne's merchants were killed as he wished. Kant also did not show any mercy to the merchants from other noble families. This kind of terrifying killing decisiveness made these merchants feel that this Baron Kant was not as flattering as the nobles had always been, he had a very popular "Gentlemanly demeanor.".

Kant naturally knew what this "Gentlemanly demeanor" of the noble families was. It was something that differentiated between ordinary people and noble identities. It was just a rule that a group of noble families were bored enough to make.

As the lord of the Nahrin Desert and a baron, Kant did not need to follow the rules.

Because the Nahrin Desert was his territory!

Why would Kant follow the rules in his own territory? n0𝓥𝖾𝗅𝓊𝑆𝒃.𝚌0𝓜

Now that Kant had grown stronger and his power was no longer what it was in the past, he did not need to completely follow the rules of the Dukedom of Leo like he used to do. He could cross the line and even rewrite this part of the rules!

This was the benefit of strength.

"Rolf."

Kant turned his head and instructed, "You will solve the ransom issue."

"No problem!", Rolf grinned hideously. "I like this job."

The merchants could not help but shiver. They looked at Rolf, and each of them was as honest as a quail. They were constrained by the brazen act of killing just now. The corpses of the three merchants were beside them. How could these merchants dare to refute Rolf? They agreed to whatever conditions were put forward.

In the end, a total of more than 30 trade caravans signed a debt of 8,000 great silver coins. As for the goods they brought, which were disguised as goods they wanted to trade, they were confiscated and turned into Kant's spoils of war.

They were all ordinary food and daily necessities, and very few iron products.

How could the merchants who came to test the waters have the ability to support the enemy?

However, according to their speculations, what the Oasis Lookout lacked was food and weapons. Since weapons were not allowed to be sold, then food was definitely the most important thing!

Even if they wanted to sell weapons, they were also prohibited from selling these iron products during the inspection of the Stone Pass. After all, after being forged, iron products could also become weapons. It was a material that was prohibited from crossing the border, or rather, it was prohibited to be transported to the Nahrin Desert!

Baron Dylan's ambition was also very big.

Kant's Oasis Lookout and salt mine had probably long become his exclusive property!

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Chapter 269: Cards Currently In Possession

Sitting in the main seat of the posthouse hall.

Kant sipped the date palm powder that had been boiled with hot water. It was a little too sweet.

However, this was a sufficient amount of sugar, which could be quickly converted into the energy that the human body needed to replenish its exhausted strength. It was very suitable for these travelers who had come here after a long journey through the desert.

The militiamen also prepared porridge that was cooked to a pulp. They added minced fish and dates sugar in it.

The food was not considered rich, but it was suitable for the human body's current needs.

The accompanying Swadian knights had already dismounted, they sat on both sides of the long table. There was also a big bowl of porridge in front of them. They had added sugar cubes and minced fish so that they could relieve the fatigue on the road.

There was nothing more satisfying than the sweet porridge with fish that was cooked to a pulp, easily digesting, and still warm.

There was also a bath water, but it was prepared for Kant alone.

A militia came over and reported the bath water that had already been prepared in the room.

"Mm.", Kant nodded and praised, "It's very thoughtful of you to prepare it.". However, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head and smiled. "I remember that I promised to transfer you away at that time?"

"Yes.", the militiamen lowered their heads and suddenly felt a little awkward. "There's no need for that now."

"Why?", Kant asked.

"My lord, at that time, there were only ten of us in this posthouse, and this place was very gloomy, so we applied for a transfer.". The militia explained, "Now that there are more people, it's also lively. It doesn't matter if we're transferred or not."

Kant understood and nodded. "I see."

However, he still reminded them, "At that time, I did consider transferring you guys, but because things suddenly got busy, the situation at the central posthouse is also a little dangerous, so I can't transfer you guys away at the moment. I hope you guys can stay here and work hard here, and keep your vigilance."

"Understood, my lord!"

The militiamen puffed out their chests and raised their heads, looking very energetic.

They were not afraid of the battlefield.

They just hated that there was no mission that could keep them busy. They just waited in the posthouse all day long. Even when they patrolled, they could not monitor the surrounding environment even if they wanted to. This is because they were footmen, and their foot ranges were very limited.

Those guys with ulterior motives, as long as they went around this desert plain and walked between the sand dune on both sides, they would be able to make the militiamen who were monitoring the surrounding terrain blind. After all, they were not desert bandits, who could ride desert horses and could pass through the sand dune and patrol freely. The desert bandits also had excellent talent in desert survival and reconnaissance.

Now, these militiamen from the Kingdom of Swadia only needed to help make food and ensure that breakfast, lunch, and supper were ready. The tasks were neither light nor heavy, and the posthouse was still very lively.

Therefore, they did not want to leave this posthouse and their current posts.

Since that was the case, Kant did not force them.

Currently, there were not many posts that could accommodate these ten militiamen.

Thinking of this, Kant's eyes flickered slightly, and a dialog box appeared on his retina. In the interface of the troop class, the ten Swadian militia had indeed reached the standard of level up.

"Since that's the case."

Kant turned his head, and the ten militiamen were all busy in the room of the posthouse.

The merchants outside were still flattering Rhodok people and did not care about the situation in the room. With a thought, he ordered the system in a deep voice, "Level up 10 militiamen to Swadian footman."

[ Ding... level up completed ]

The system gave a notification.

A crisp sound rang out, and a small amount of denars was spent.

And in the room, the ten Swadian militiamen had removed their iron-scale armors. Instead, within their linen coats, a precise mail armor appeared. Their weapons had also become fan-shaped shields and spatha.

Although they had lost their hunting crossbow and spear, their combat strength had improved significantly!

This included their physical fitness.

There were still 10 of them, but it was no problem for them to defend the posthouse.

As for the troop class interface, there were more than 50 desert bandits could already level up to elite desert bandits.

However, Kant did not choose to level up them.

After all, from the current situation, the combat strength of these desert bandits was sufficient. If they spread out, they would be like scouting lone wolves. If they gathered together and cooperated with the Sarrandian horsemen, they would be like a pack of ferocious wolves baring their fangs.

Not to mention the guards of the trade caravan, even the regular army would have a headache if they encountered them.

The bandits that were nurtured by the Sarrandian Desert and they could traveled in the Nahrin Desert like fishes in water!

In the posthouse hall.

The Swadian knights had already finished eating.

The light footmen were still busy in the kitchen, cooking more food. After all, the desert bandits and Sarrandian horsemen who were still patrolling outside had not had the time to eat.

In fact, the dinner that Kant and the horseman ate should have been theirs.

But they did not mind it.

The cooking in the kitchen was also very fast. The new porridge, freshly baked bread, and dried meat were all ready.

Batches of Sarrandian horsemen and desert bandits came in to eat in turn.

Outside, Rolf was still bargaining with the merchants in a carefree manner. It was unknown what he wanted to extort for Kant but looking at the pitiful looks of the merchants outside, one could tell that they were probably in Rolf's hands and would have to shed a layer of skin before they could leave.

Who asked them to be in a weak position and still want to contend with Kant? Even if Kant was generous and merciful, Rolf had no intention of letting them go.

Great silver coins needed to be paid.

All the goods brought with them needed to be confiscated.

Even the next qualification to trade also required negotiation and bribery.

As a scoundrel noble, Rolf was very qualified for this. Not to mention extortion at the max level, even threats, verbal threats, and physical threats were top-notch.

Kant did not pay too much attention to it. He was also very relieved to hand it over to Rolf.

Different people had their own specialties.

Thinking of this, Kant began to miss the mages who had previously stayed in "Aaron" Town.

If they were here, perhaps their deterrence would be even greater.

However, this was just a thought.

The situation below the Senwaya Range was even more complicated. The mages had long come to the conclusion that there were probably a large number of demons from hell or the abyss that were sealed underground, which was why there was negative energy that appeared from underground, in contrast to the positive energy sprinkled down from the sky, the Senwaya Range was a very cool and special environment despite being at the edge of the desert.

And this environment was not bad in Kant's opinion. At least the large amount of vegetation growing in the mountain range was very good. It could be said that it was lush and lively, feeding more wild animals.

Of course, there were also many demonized creatures.

As well as the dangerous demons underground.

Letting the mages stay in the Senwaya Range was also a guarantee for "Aaron" Town.

"Wait."

Kant was slightly stunned. He slowly walked in the desert near the posthouse, and his footsteps also stopped slightly.

He thought of the reward he had obtained from the mission to eliminate the abyssal demon. Moreover, he obtained quite a lot of rewards from heading to the ancient passage. He actually forgot about it for a moment.

Dialog box instantly popped up on the retina of his mind communication system.

——

Posthouse X 1

Water bandits' lair x 1

Ammunition replenishment x 2 times

Random village X 1 times

Recruitment doubled x 1 times

Terrain transformation (river) x 1 times

——

These were the system cards Kant currently possessed.

As long as Kant wanted to, then he could build or use it at any time.

However, after planning for the future, Kant was somewhat conflicted. Although these six cards were extremely valuable, the cost-benefit ratio was not too high for Kant at the moment.

Naturally, the river needed to be stored and could not be used.

The ammunition replenishment skill also needed to be used at the crucial moment of the battle.

These two cards needed to be temporarily sealed.

However, Kant had already had an idea for the posthouse, which was to be built at the salt mine and specially arrange for a small team of desert bandits and a small number of peasants to be stationed there. Not only would they be able to collect coarse salt at any time and allow the camel caravan to transport it quickly, but they could also act as the eyes and ears of "Drondheim" Castle in the north. If anything unusual happened, they would be able to report it at any time.

It could be considered as killing two birds with one stone. As long as they provided good food and water, the posthouse built at the salt mine could even become the center of the salt mining industry. When the salt-making workshop in "Drondheim" castle expanded, its role would be even more apparent.

As for doubling the recruitment, Kant planned to use it in the apprentice dormitory.

This was the recruitment place for his only troop class with extraordinary strength. n0𝓥𝖾𝗅𝓊𝑆𝒃.𝚌0𝓜

In the ancient passage and underground cave, he had already seen how powerful the magic power produced by a mage apprentice after they had leveled up to a mage. It could be considered as more than enough to form a single army!

The terrifying single-target thunder, the group damage ice attack, and the summoning of golems, the AOE acceleration and sharp golden blades enhancement.

In addition, there were continuous magic bullets and fireballs like a rain of arrows.

Their combat power was abnormally high!

They were worthy of the title of battle mages of the Enfath Empire!

However, the weekly recruitment of apprentices was limited to one person. With the doubling of recruitment, they could become two people. Although the number was still very small, the power of the troop class was extremely high.

Two mages could summon 60 golems.

Ten mages could summon 300 golems.

If there were 50 people, then they could directly summon 1500 golems!

In addition to all kinds of single-target groups and continuous amplification spells, it was not just a matter of one-man army, but reality. It could completely crush the psychological defense line of the enemy. It was an extremely shocking reality!

For example, in a normal battle.

50 mages suddenly summoned 1,500 golems that were not afraid of death and did not have any vital points among the enemy. They held heavy hammers in their hands and started killing. The effect they produced was even more terrifying than the charge of 1,500 heavy cavalries.

After all, no one could imagine why these golems would appear right beside them!

But the random villages and the Water bandits' lair.

Kant was having a headache.

At the moment, Kant did not know where else he could set up a village.

He already had the Oasis Lookout's "Drondheim" Castle and the Senwaya Range's "Aaron" Town. If he wanted to set up another village, he needed to be even more cautious, extra cautious.

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Although the random villages would allow Kant to have an additional village again, it did not make sense in the current situation. After all, Kant needed to rest and digest the fruits of the recent rapid development.

The analysis would lead to a conclusion.

The environment of the Nahrin Desert was harsh. The southern region was not enough to support the two developed villages.

The environment in the Senwaya Range was also complicated.

According to Kant's analysis, it was even more impossible to provide for the development of the two villages.

After all, the current "Aaron" Town still relied on the "Drondheim" Castle to provide supplies, especially when the population had exploded to 500 people, the garrison was 500 people, and the size of the town was close to 1,000 people. Even if there were abundant prey resources in the Senwaya Range, it was still too difficult to be self-sufficient in a short period of time.

Therefore, Kant believed that the current situation needed to move forward steadily. The steps that could not be taken were too big, especially when it came to the building of forces and the development of villages.

After all, what he needed was win-win cooperation.

For example, "Drondheim" Castle and "Aaron" Town.

In the early stage, "Drondheim" would fully supply "the development of "Aaron". When the town was completed, it could produce all kinds of crops and handicrafts independently. "Drondheim" would completely turn into a political and military center, "Aaron" would be responsible for logistics and business communication.

The "Drondheim" Castle needed to build a better and stronger city defense system.

The "Aaron" Town needed to let farmers, herdsmen, and hunters quickly take shape and feed "Drondheim" in the desert as soon as possible.

Now, if a new village was being built, it could mess up Kant's layout and affected the development of the both castle and the town.

Therefore, he decided to temporarily seal this village as well.

As for the lair of the water bandits.

Kant couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes. Of course, he knew about these troop class.

Water bandits, the bandits that were active in the Kingdom of Swadia, the Kingdom of Vaegirs, and the intersection of the rivers of the Kingdom of Nords. They could be considered as the most basic wild monsters. Their level was slightly higher than the bandit, but it wasn't much higher.

In reality, these water bandits were a group of bandits formed by the Nords, the Swadian, and the Vaegir people.

They were once the secret agents of the Nords' invasion.

At their most glorious times, they had assisted the main forces of the Nords and destroyed the Continent of Caradia, the famous neutral city of Zendar. However, after the destruction, they were immediately betrayed by the Nords. They were forcibly disbanded by the Nords and eventually became the bandits on both sides of the river. They harassed the kingdoms on both sides of the river, and even its former employer, the Kingdom of Nords, had suffered greatly from it.

Furthermore, due to their inextricable ties with the Nords, these water bandits were able to connect with the sea bandits. Therefore, the fact that both sides were able to work together without any gaps added to the threat.

The trade caravan and civilians traveling between the three countries had suffered enough.

If they encountered a small group of water bandits, they might not necessarily lose.

However, if they encountered water bandits with the help of the sea bandits, it would be better for the civilians to surrender as the sea bandits' combat strength was comparable to Nords level 3 footmen, to the civilians. There wouldn't be any unnecessary casualties.

Fortunately, the sea bandits usually wouldn't go deep into the mainland and would only move along the coast. Although there were many water bandits along the river, their combat strength wasn't strong. As long as the regular armies of the three countries swept a few rounds from time to time, the river would be safe and sound for a period of time. There would only be minor casualties.

However, it was because of the frequent wars between the three kingdoms and the chaos in the entire Continent of Caradia that these bandits ran amok. There was cause and effect, so it could be considered a helpless situation.

Kant was also helpless now.

The construction requirements for this lair of water bandits needed to be built on the banks of the river.

There was no river in the entire Oasis Lookout. As for the mountain pass of the Senwaya Range, there was one. However, just based on that small river and the unknown subterranean river, Kant had no intention of building it.

Moreover, these water bandits also conflicted with Kant's current combat system.

They were all footmen.

They couldn't be compared to the desert bandits of the light cavalry, who were also bandits.

In the "Drondheim" Castle, these light footman could only be cannon fodder, they were useless. Even in the "Aaron" Town, there were the infantrymen of the Kingdom of Rhodoks, so there was no need for them.

They did not have the stamina to cross mountains and ridges.

They did not have the endurance and ferocity of the desert bandits.

Perhaps they could only raid enemy villages on warships and kidnap civilians.

However, Kant was not involved with the outside world. Even if he was, he was located at the natural border between the Dukedom of Leo and the Silver Platter Kingdom. It was known as the most important supply river in the Dukedom of Leo. There was already a group of water bandits on the river, there was no room for this group of unfamiliar water bandits.

If they went, both sides would start a fire because of their territory.

Furthermore, Lionheart City was building a river patrol team. If they went to the river to develop the water bandits through the east and north counties, Kant would not do such a stupid thing.

Perhaps if he developed step by step, Kant would only consider building a half-water army like the water bandits when they were needed.

As for the current situation.

It was still better to seal it up temporarily.

After all, Kant did not have many cards that could be used.

Only the construction-type posthouse needed to be placed in the salt mines, and the recruitment doubled was going to use for the apprentice dormitory.

Other things, such as ammunition replenishment, random villages, changing the terrain, and the water bandits' lair, all needed to be temporarily sealed up. If Kant needed it in the future, he would decide to use it again.

He would make the best use of everything, but it was not the time to use them yet.

He was taking a stroll and thinking.

The sound of hurried footsteps appeared behind him. Kant turned his head to look. It was the cheerful Rolf.

"Lord Kant!"

Rolf bared his yellow teeth and smiled brightly. "Those merchants are really generous."

"Why?", Kant asked.

"We received a ransom of 8,000 great silver coins and a bribe of 2,000 great silver coins. Well, it should be considered a rebate. I promised them the right to trade in the future. As long as they can come to the posthouse, they can purchase any materials we produce. Of course, they also have to bring materials that they trade with each other."

Rolf revealed a sly smile. "Of course. As for whether it's possible or not, it's still up to you, Lord Kant."

Although Rolf was a general in charge of the posthouse, the actual authority was still in Kant's hands, including the right to trade.

As long as Kant refused, Rolf would be able to directly take the blame. To him, taking kickbacks and bribes, while at the same time eating the other party until there was nothing left, he could be considered a qualified bandit.

In fact, he did not care about any moral values.

Kant also understood.

However, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. He nodded and said, "Why not? I think it's quite good."

"Then do we really choose to trade?". Rolf was stunned, and he lowered his head slightly, he was rough, but he was meticulous. "Baron Dylan at the Stone Pass will be impacted by the benefits. I'm afraid that if we really choose to trade, the other party will take revenge. Especially for us, the Stone Pass is the only way to the Dukedom of Leo."

"Revenge? Then let them come.", Kant smiled. "It's not the only way. There are many small roads that can bypass the Stone Pass. After all, the Senwaya Range is very big."

"I'll listen to your orders."

Rolf nodded. He did not know much about business.

But he understood that as long as there were unfamiliar troops that dared to appear near the posthouse, he would lead the light and heavy cavalries to face the enemy. He would let them know why Lord Kant could stand tall in the desert and become the overlord!

He was a staunch and fool loyalist for Kant.

In fact, everyone was.

After dealing with the matters regarding the posthouse, the group of merchants gradually dispersed.

Although they had been extorted of a considerable amount of great silver coins, but after sharing it, each person had only paid less than 300 great silver coins. Although it seemed to be a lot, to these merchants, it could not compare to the gains from the posthouse this time, the profits from establishing the trade route with Baron Kant!

As long as they had the right to trade and the trade route, an endless supply of fine white salt would appear among the trade caravan, earning them bags of great silver coins.

They were willing to pay a mere 300 great silver coins!

Because the subsequent profits were enough to wipe out the current expenses, it could be considered as an initial investment.

The posthouse returned to silence.

The merchants had joyful expressions on their faces as they led the guards back.

They all needed to report this information to the noble behind them in the shortest amount of time. As long as they received permission, they could start operating in sequence. They could use the table salt trade to earn large amounts of silver coins.

As for Baron Dylan, who currently monopolized the table salt trade.

Heh, who cares about him. n0𝒱𝑬𝒍𝗎𝔰𝗯.𝓒0𝑚

He was just a puny warrior noble, a baron, and queen follower who was ostracized by the mainstream noble circle.

Even if they knew that they had started the table salt trade, what could he do?

Behind them stood a large number of nobles. As long as they joined forces, even the Grand Duke of Leo, Cameron, would have to express peace on this matter. A puny little baron, if he was not convinced and still wanted to cause trouble, then someone could easily crush him, it was very easy. There was no need to pay attention to him at all.

Moreover, after crushing him, it would be convenient for all the noble's trade caravan to enter and exit. After all, the Stone Pass could be considered an important land. It was just enough to connect to the Oasis Lookout. As long as they could take it down, it would not be difficult to take down Baron Kant, the exiled young duke!

The unknown salt mine in the desert would sooner or later become the private property of these great noble families!

The people dispersed, and the posthouse was quiet.

But the pressure Rolf would face next would be even greater.

Kant instructed him, "If you encounter danger, you can lead your troops to avoid it. You don't have to fight head-on. After all, the Sarrandan desert bandits can also create opportunities to defeat the enemy through constant harassment, just like the Kujit people. I hope you'll notice this."

"Understood.", Rolf nodded solemnly.

Both sides had expected that when these merchants returned, the noble would extend their tentacles to the posthouse.

Because Kant had allowed it.

And when the tentacles spread over, all kinds of dangers would follow.

Including the bandits who were greedy for the table salt trade, as well as the nobles who were unwilling and wanted to destroy the table salt trade of other noble families. They sent professional bandit groups that could rival regular armies.

If they wanted something that they couldn't get, no one else could!

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Chapter 271: A Reminder From the Desert Bandits

As night fell, the stars in the sky shone brightly.

The scorching temperature during the day had already dropped. Now that the temperature had suddenly dropped, it was a good time for them to trudge through the desert. As long as they could set up their tents and raise bonfires before the cold night arrived, they would be safe.

That was one of the reasons why the trade caravan left in a hurry and reported the situation as soon as possible.

But there were more reasons.

It was because they were afraid that Rolf would go back on his words and lead a group to rob them.

Just a few days ago, there was a rumor that the trade caravan that offended Rolf was attacked by bandits after leaving the posthouse. They died in the desert where it was half a day away from the posthouse and the Stone Pass.

As night fell, the stars in the sky shone brightly.

The scorching temperature during the day had already dropped. Now that the temperature had suddenly dropped, it was a good time for them to trudge through the desert. As long as they could set up their tents and raise bonfires before the cold night arrived, they would be safe.

That was one of the reasons why the trade caravan left in a hurry and reported the situation as soon as possible.

But there were more reasons.

It was because they were afraid that Rolf would go back on his words and lead a group to rob them.

Just a few days ago, there was a rumor that the trade caravan that offended Rolf was attacked by bandits after leaving the posthouse. They died in the desert where it was half a day away from the posthouse and the Stone Pass.

Everyone's throats were cut to death. The head of the merchant who offended Rolf was stuck in a spear.

Although no one could prove that Rolf was the one who did it.

But everyone understood that it was this bandit-like guy who planned the attack in the dark.

Rolf could do it.

He had a bad reputation in the Continent of Caradia. He was different from the NPCs of the good faction like Firentis, Bunduk, James, and Manid. He was a complete scoundrel and a scumbag. There was nothing that he wouldn't do.

The bottom line for him was a layer of membrane that he could break through at any time.

Just like a woman.

However, Rolf was extremely loyal to Kant.

In other words, the NPCs of the evil faction were all blindly loyal to Kant and unconditionally supported him.

They did not oppose Kant's good deeds and welcomed Kant's evil deeds more. They had no objections to this. Compared to the good faction like Bunduk and Firentis, the evil faction was undoubtedly more suitable for the development during the initial expansion. After all, the process of accumulating the initial funds was all about bloody slaughter, and good people could only be oppressed.

This was the truth of the world. When one did not obtain the corresponding strength, the so-called good could only be swallowed up by other fierce competitors. It was like fish and shrimp in a lake, devouring each other's growth and plundering each other's resources.

Therefore, Kant trusted Rolf very much, and similarly gave him great power.

Just in terms of military power.

Other than Firentis, who was in charge of "Drondheim" Castle, Rolf's military power was the most important.

Kant believed that Rolf could solve the problem for him.

Rolf was very good at this kind of dirty work with blood on his hands.

Not only could he suppress the restless situation that the posthouse was facing, but he could also use the scimitar in his hands and the spears of the cavalries behind him to deal with it perfectly.

Everyone would be afraid.

Anyone would maintain their flattery in front of a butcher's knife and learn to bend down and flatter.

Those merchants from the Dukedom of Leo, who had ulterior motives and each had a noble background, would also learn how to offer their humbleness to Rolf. They would pay a lot of great silver coins, which was just happened to be on their bottom line, in exchange for permission to access here safely.

Even if some people were unwilling to give up and bring a bandit gang, causing a riot, for Rolf who was already on guard, as long as he was careful, it would be an easy counter-ambush.

At night, Kant and Rolf had a deep discussion about the future garrison issues.

The focus was on any dangers they might encounter in the future, as well as the reactions of the noble families.

Rolf needed to remain vigilant.

They chatted until late into the night.

If Kant did not have to set off for the Oasis Lookout the next morning, they would probably have to continue chatting.

After all, this central posthouse, which was located at the Oasis Lookout, the Stone Pass, and even the mountain pass of the Senwaya Range, was Kant's only window to communicate with the outside world.

The various problems and pressures he faced immediately came upon.

Rolf's burden was very heavy.

But because of this, Kant chose to believe in him.

Rolf, who came from the Continent of Caradia and had gone through training, he naturally had outstanding abilities.

The night deepened.

Bright starlight filled the sky.

The merchants had all replenished their water and food, and left in the direction of the Stone Pass.

Kant and Rolf's discussion ended.

The accompanying Swadian knights also entered their rooms to rest.

After all, they had to set off at dawn tomorrow. It was estimated that there was still a day and a night's journey before they could return to Oasis Lookout. It was a long journey, and in the harsh environment of the Nahrin Desert, it was indeed a tiring journey.

Because of this, the posthouse soldiers gave their rooms to Kant and the others to sleep in.

The night passed without a word.

The chill descended on the desert.

However, bonfires were lit inside and outside the posthouse.

The warmth dispelled the coldness, allowing the knights in the room and the cavalries in the tents outside to sleep peacefully.

The desert bandits who patrolled the night, they wore thick leather robes made from the fur of the sand gazelle, which kept them very warm.

As the stars shone brightly in the sky, the faint chill became more and more intense.

Late night arrived.

The night-duty cavalries changed their shifts a few times.

The dazzling starlight and the bright moonlight shone on the ground as if it was covered with layers of muslin.

Behind the surrounding dune, where even the patrolling desert bandits could not reach, a team of cavalry appeared. There were about 10 of them, and they were also wearing leather robes. Their entire bodies were wrapped inside, only exposing their nostrils and eyes, as they breathed, white mist with hot air spewed out, and their eyes were cold.

They did not say much. They were still extremely unaccustomed to the harsh environment of the Nahrin Desert. They turned their horses around and galloped. The horses, who were already exhausted, stepped on the dune, snorted, and ran deeper into the dune.

...

The night was silent.

The light of dawn pierced through the darkness, and the twilight at the end of the horizon proved that the day had arrived.

However, the dawn of the Nahrin Desert was still cold.

A slight breeze from the north blew past his face, and he could still feel the freezing chill.

The temperature of the desert varied greatly between day and night.

The high temperature during the day could boil water, and the low temperature at night could freeze it.

This was the reason why the Nahrin Desert was called a forbidden area for humans. No one wanted to live here. Even Kant felt a sense of helplessness towards this desert.

If one could live on a fertile plain, no one would willing to survive in such a harsh environment.

At the well next to the posthouse.

The clear and cool water from the underground lake had been lifted up by a wooden bucket.

Fortunately, a fish from the underground lake was caught in the wooden bucket. The carp, which was as wide as a palm and as long as a forearm, was sent directly to the kitchen and became part of the breakfast.

There were fish living in the underground lake that was connected to the well. Although there were not many of them, there were still quite a number of them.

But now was not the time to care about this.

The clear and cool lake water had filled up everyone's water sack.

The high-quality feed that was sent from the Oasis Lookout was used to feed the Swadian knights' warhorses.

Everything was well prepared.

In the kitchen, the breakfast was also finished.

In front of Kant was oatmeal, toast, dried meat, fried fish and eggs, and a small cup of malt wine as appetizer. Although it seemed simple, it was a sumptuous meal in the posthouse.

The others only ate oatmeal, toast, and dried meat.

Everyone swallowed down their food.

They had to wait for the sky to turn bright, and they had to take advantage of the fact that the temperature was not completely scorching right now. If they waited for the scorching sun at noon, it would be much more difficult for them to continue trekking in the desert.

After breakfast, Kant gave Rolf a few instructions and left with his team.

The 103 Swadian knights followed closely.

The tracks left by the camel caravans when they were transporting supplies were the roads.

Although they had been through a sandstorm, there were still camel caravans that had brought supplies to the posthouse recently. The tracks could be seen clearly. However, traces of horse hooves and ruts could occasionally be found.

Kant raised his head and looked at the dune on both sides.

There were some broken carriages left there, and there were also scattered corpses.

There were even some whose heads had been chopped off and inserted into the spear. They were raised diagonally, like primitive and ancient totem pillars, intimidating the travelers who dared to set foot on this road.

This was indeed a threat.

It came from Rolf's unscrupulous killing.

Kant recognized that the carriage and the corpses were all merchants from the Dukedom of Leo.

They had been killed only a few days ago.

It should have been after the sandstorm.

It seemed that these merchants were trying to take advantage of the chaos after the sandstorm to enter the Oasis Lookout.

However, they were discovered by the desert bandits. Rolf directly killed them, slaughtering the group of people who dared to violate the rules between the dune. Even their heads were hung on the spear, intimidating those who came later.

But obviously, this deterrence was not effective. n0𝚟𝐄𝑙𝑈𝓈𝔟.𝒸0𝐦

On both sides of the dune, there were scattered corpses.

They were either dressed as merchants or adventurers.

But without exception, they were all found by the patrolling desert bandits. They chopped off their heads and stuck their longsword or spear into the top of the dune. They looked at the road in a miserable manner, still intimidating those who came later.

The desert bandits had no objection to this.

It was just killing a few people.

When they were in the Sarrand desert, they had done all kinds of evil.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be called desert bandits!

Kant led the knights and sped forward, and the number of corpses between the dune on both sides gradually decreased.

It could be seen that there were too few people who could resist the threat of death and still wanted to enter the depths of the Nahrin Desert. Especially with so many corpses on both sides, it completely showed the ruthlessness of the cavalry.

To lose their lives for the sake of intelligence, this transaction was not worthy at the moment.

Kant and the others were galloping.

But behind them, there were five desert bandits who quickly rode their horses over.

"Slow down.", Kant raised his hand to signal.

The advancing speed of the team immediately slowed down, allowing the small team of desert bandits to follow.

The leading desert bandits were panting, obviously galloping all the way. When they saw Kant and the others stop, they immediately rode their horses to Kant's side, they quickly reported, "My Lord, our patrol team has discovered abnormal footprints on the dune. There may be spies deep in the desert. Rolf told me to inform you to pay attention to your safety!"

"Yes, I understand.", Kant nodded, his eyes calm.

It was very easy to find abnormal footprints in the desert.

After all, if there was no wind and no sandstorms, the footprints between the layers of sand could be clearly seen within a few weeks.

It was because of this that Rolf was able to lead the desert bandits and Sarrandian horsemen to easily discover whether there were any spies or merchants who violated the prohibition and entered the depths of the desert.

Capturing them was also simple.

As long as they followed the footprints, they could capture these little mice.

"How many are there?", Kant asked.

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"According to the traces, there are 10 horses."

Desert bandits replied, "But the exact number of people is unknown. It is estimated that there are no more than 10 people."

Kant said, "That might be 10 horses and 10 riders."

"Yes.", desert bandits nodded, they still reminded him, "We did not find any traces of a bonfire. It is estimated that it was a long journey. However, it is worth noting that there are no traces of a bonfire or a campsite at all. Therefore, Lord Rolf plans to personally lead a team to chase after them later. He specially sent me to remind Lord Kant to be more vigilant so as to avoid danger."

"If that's the case...", Kant narrowed his eyes. He did not find any traces of bonfires or camping sites, and it was a long journey. If they were the natives without the support of the system, he really needed to pay attention to it.

No wonder Rolf had specially sent the desert bandits to warn him.

It was indeed strange.

However, Kant's expression was calm.

With 103 top-tier Swadian knights by his side, any danger could be resisted.

"Then we'll leave."

After passing on the information, the desert bandits turned their horses around and left. "My Lord, please be careful."

"Mm.", Kant nodded.

Lightly knocking on the horse's abdomen, the military horse under him moved forward. He led the team forward.

However, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

How could an ordinary spy or rider defend against 103 top-tier, peak knight-level Swadian knights? This was simply impossible. Even if it was a terrifying savage demonized creature, it would probably die on the spot, after all, these knights' combat skills and battle experience were real.

Kant had some doubts about his own uneasiness. The source was very simple. According to the desert bandits, there were no signs of bonfires or camping sites. It seemed that they were rushing all the way without rest.

"An ordinary person can't do this."

Kant couldn't help but mutter to himself. Even his troops couldn't do this.

Although he had the support of the system, he still needed to rest and avoid the scorching sun and the freezing cold.

After all, they were flesh and blood, and the warhorses under them were the same. If that unknown group was really trekking day and night without the fear of the cold and the heat, it would be too terrifying, and he could not help but be vigilant.

Subconsciously, he held the hilt of the sword by his waist, and the Sword of the King released a power that made him feel at ease.

However, a dialog box suddenly popped up on his retina.

[ Ding... side quest issued ]

[ Side quest: Terrifying attacker ]

[ Reward: 5000 reputation ]

[ Introduction: You are facing terrifying attackers, who were lurking on the road you must pass. After receiving the information, you plan to play along and annihilate the attacker in this desert. However, due to the terrifying strength of the attackers, you might need a royal knight with extraordinary strength. It would be more appropriate. ]

The system notification box appeared.

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly. This notification had exceeded his expectations.

He exhaled slightly. Looking at the undulating dune, he immediately understood that his uneasiness was real. "I actually need to level up to a royal knight in order to deal with this group of attackers?"

This meant that the attackers were enemies with extraordinary strengths.

Even the system had to warn them as soon as possible.

Kant gripped the Sword of the King in his hand tightly and said in a deep voice, "Stop moving forward!"

"Stop moving forward!"

The captain of the knights spoke one after another to convey Kant's orders.

All the Swadian knights immediately reined in their reins and stopped moving forward.

"I need 33 people."

Kant ordered them in a low voice, "Those with outstanding battle achievements, who thinks that they are qualified? Then get off your horses and step out. I will confer him the title of royal knight!"

The situation was urgent. Kant did not intend to deal with it in a complicated manner.

There was a slight commotion among the knights.

As they conversed with each other, they had their own candidates in their hearts.

Soon, the 33 Swadian knights with outstanding battle achievements, who had received everyone's approval, got off their horses and walked out quickly. They stood in a straight line and looked at Kant with a determined expression. Their eyes were filled with excitement and fanaticism.

If becoming a knight was the dream of any Swadian heavy cavalry, then becoming a royal knight was the dream of any knight!

The title had the word 'royal' added.

However, their status, status, and honor were all different. They were all symbols of higher honor!

This was the highest honor that the Kingdom of Swadia on the Continent of Caradia had never had before. It made these knights' emotions surge. Even those knights behind them who did not have outstanding battle achievements were also looking at Kant with eager eyes, their eyes were filled with incomparable fanaticism as they became more and more excited about the future.

This was an affirmation for them. As long as they worked hard under Lord Kant, they would obtain the highest honor. Becoming this respectable royal knight would no longer be a dream!

Kant dismounted his horse and came in front of the 33 Swadian knights.

He slowly walked past them.

"You have outstanding battle achievements. You are the outstanding ones that everyone recognizes."

Kant looked at them and placed his right hand on the hilt of the Sword of the King. He said in a deep voice, "Now, do all of you choose to take on more responsibilities and fight for me on this land?"

"We are willing to!"

The 33 Swadian knights replied in unison.

Everyone knelt down on one knee at the same time.

They lowered their heads towards Kant and said with incomparable devotion, "We will give everything and honor to you. We will fight for you and swear on this land that you belong to."

"Very good."

Kant stretched out his hand and pulled out the Sword of the King.

The body of the sword was also decorated with simple yet imposing gold patterns.

According to the system's notification, he placed the tip of the sword on the shoulders of the 33 Swadian knights and announced in a deep voice, "Now, I will bestow you with the title of Swadian royal knight!"

"Hum –"

The gold patterns on the body of the sword instantly lit up.

A gentle yet inviolable aura instantly erupted.

The 33 Swadian knights' bodies also erupted with golden light.

A dense stream of data simultaneously appeared in front of Kant, enveloping all of the Swadian knights. A heart-palpitating fluctuation spread out through the stream of data.

This included the military horses owned by the 33 Swadian knights not far away.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ You have conferred 33 knights as royal knights ]

[ A total of 3,300 reputation points have been consumed ]

The system dialog box popped up on his retina.

The data stream immediately dispersed.

Amidst the dazzling golden light, the figures of the 33 knights appeared.

Fully clad plate armor was worn on their body, and it was polished until it was smooth and translucent. Even though it was covered in a linen coat, it was still shining silver under the sunlight, and there were exquisite patterns carved on it. It was so beautiful that it was like they were not the knights who had been on the battlefield for a long time, instead, it was a work of art meticulously crafted by the artist. It was the most perfect war art!

The three meters long heavy armor-piercing lance was held in one arm. The kite shield on the left arm was inlaid with fine steel. Behind the fluttering light blue cloak, the gilded knight sword was pinned on the left waist. There was also a slender spiked warhammer hanging on the right side.

At the top of the heavy armor-piercing lance, a small triangular flag was fluttering.

It was the red-bottomed golden lion that symbolized Kant!

In the crowd, 33 Swadian warhorses that were also clad in plate armor came over. They were also clad in linen robes. The exquisite patterns on the stirrups and saddles were extremely delicate.

It was like they had took a big leap.

The Swadian knights that was once clad in double-layered heavy chain armor was powerful enough. But now, when they faced with the full-body plate armor of the Swadian royal knights, they were like country bumpkins in the countryside. There was no comparison at all!

Especially the imposing manner of these royal knights, it was even more shocking.

"Greetings, Lord Kant!"

Even the warhorses beside them lowered its head slightly, as if they were very intelligent.

"Very good."

Kant revealed a smile, raising his hand and saying, "Get up."

"Thank you, Lord Kant!", the 33 royal knights nodded and stood up again.

Their trump card-auras were like the wind, blowing towards them!

They were indeed Kant's true trump card troops.

Kant had never thought that after being promoted to a royal knight and becoming a level 6 troop class, there would actually be an earth-shattering change. As for the extraordinary strength that Kant had speculated, these royal knights had indeed grasped it.

And they had mastered it very comprehensively!

[ Swadian royal knights (level 6 heavy cavalry) : Knights who have been cleansed by the power of a king, the royal knights who are invincible on the battlefield, are the nightmares of any enemy. ]

[ Talent: 1) King's Power: they have a special power that can increase their physical attributes by 200%. 2) King's Intimidate: the power they control can be externally, causing a spiritual pressure on the enemy. 3) King's Courageous: they can enter the fearless state. 500% buff of all physical attributes can be unleashed. During the stage, they can be completely immune to low morale. ]

The system had already given out the interface of the troop class.

There was only an introduction of the Swadian knights, as for talents and the like, there was none at all.

As for the royal knights, the three talents that appeared seemed to be the manifestation of magical strength, more like those grand knights who truly possessed magical strength, the strength that could easily defeat the strength of an ordinary troop class!

Just by relying on the 33 Swadian royal knights, Kant could not help but feel his emotions fluctuate after comparing them with the ordinary knights.

Ordinary knights would not be able to shake these royal knights at all.

If one royal knight wanted to, it would definitely be no problem for him to defeat 10 ordinary knights. It was just like how a grand knight could crush an ordinary knight. This was because he had grasped the magical strength, the talents in the attribute interface of these royal knights, it was the same as having the strength to stand on the rules of the world.

They could unleash their full strength at any time, recover at any time, and beat ordinary knights to the ground at any time. Even the peak knight-level could not compare to a grand knight who had just grasped magical strength!

The reason was clear! n0𝒱𝑬𝒍𝗎𝔰𝗯.𝓒0𝑚

Kant slightly clenched his fist, and his gaze towards these royal knights became even more fervent.

No wonder grand knights were the trump cards of the battlefield.

There were 33 grand knight-level royal knights appearing on the battlefield. They were wearing full-body plate armor that was at the peak of the era of cold weapons. Even their warhorses were also wearing full-body plate armor. What troop could be their opponent?

It was estimated that at the moment of the fighting, the other troops would be scattered into pieces!

"Ten extraordinary strength attackers."

Kant looked ahead and revealed a mocking smile. "Then what can you do with the counter-ambush of 33 royal knights with extraordinary strength and 70 knights at the peak of knight-level?"

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Chapter 273: The Infighting Intruders

In the middle of the rolling dune, ten mysterious men who were completely covered in leather robes and hoods were waiting quietly. The ten horses behind them stood like puppets, their eyes were lifeless and extremely tired.

Finally, a mysterious man with a hood on his head spoke, his tone was a little anxious. "The spell won't last long. If we can't finish Kant in the next 12 hours, I suggest we retreat immediately. Otherwise, we'll have to walk out of this damn desert on two legs."

"That's your problem.", the leading the mysterious man said in an indifferent tone. "You're in charge of the horse. If there's a problem, it's naturally your responsibility. I hope you can be mentally prepared."

"Oh, damn it!"

The mysterious man at the back was enraged and raised the staff in his hand, "Don't think that I'm afraid of you.", he said in an angry voice. "You have to know that if it weren't for someone paying a high price, with my status, I would be drinking the best black tea in the Mage Tower and enjoying delicious desserts!"

"This is the rule of your life. There's no need to say more.". The leading mysterious men was not afraid at all. His tone was still indifferent as he said calmly, "But if something goes wrong, you will also pay the price."

"You are threatening me.", the man narrowed his eyes and raised the magic staff inlaid with gemstones.

"Threatening? No, you have misunderstood. I am just telling the truth."

The leading mysterious man did not seem to have noticed the elemental power in the air, he spoke indifferently, "There are many mages in the Mage Tower. My master has paid a price to invite you, so you have to show your corresponding value.". He paused and slowly turned his head, he looked at the mysterious man at the back indifferently. "Also, shut your whining mouth, or you won't be able to return to your Mage Tower alive."

"You...", the mysterious man at the back gritted his teeth. At the tip of the magic staff in his hand, a dark red light was illuminated within the gem. It was like a raging flame contained within it, ready to explode with a terrifying blazing flame at any time.

But in the end, he did not release it.

He snorted coldly and lowered his magic staff in extreme indignation. He stood at the back with a cold face and did not say anything else.

However, the atmosphere in the team had calmed down.

The leading mysterious man looked calm, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

In the Mage Tower, the mages who lived a good life and liked to study magic, who fought on the battlefield and trained hard in the training ground day and night to obtain an excellent physique, were even stronger in close combat.

That's right, he was the grand knight who had mastered the mysterious magical strength. n0𝒱𝗲𝓵𝓊𝐒𝒷.𝒸0𝓂

Within a range of less than three meters.

Even if this mysterious fire mage was the first to cast a spell at him, he could still survive.

Because he could move in an instant in such a short distant. He could draw his sword and easily killed this mage who overestimated himself and looked down on everything. It was very easy for him.

However, he still needed the help of this mage to take care of the next mission.

Including the other eight mysterious people behind him, they were all desperadoes and powerhouses that were recruited by their master with a huge amount of money and cost, all for the purpose of killing Baron Kant, who was about to pass by this road and was protected by many elite cavalries. It was a mission that only allowed success, not failure!

If not for this reason, he would have easily killed this mage. After all, in close combat, even a high-level mage would not be a match for an ordinary grand knight like him.

The others looked on coldly.

They were gathered together because of benefits.

To be honest, even for this mission, they felt that they were overqualified and could easily complete it.

It was just killing a small noble.

And it was the least favorite son of the Duke, who was exiled in the desert and was known well throughout the country.

Baron Kant.

If they killed this baron and acted carefully, they would probably not be wanted. Perhaps burying his body in the desert would make it hard for others to figure out whether this baron was hiding his identity and escaping from the cruel environment of the Nahrin Desert, or was he really killed by someone.

Right now, the public opinion of the Dukedom of Leo was all about this Baron Kant, when he died in the Nahrin Desert and when he escaped from the Nahrin Desert. As for the so-called development in the desert, it was really laughable joke.

Could the Nahrin Desert, this damned place, still be developed?

Oh, a salt mine was discovered.

But even if this salt mine existed, it was not something that the exiled Baron could set foot in!

Therefore, they all stood there quietly and waited. They looked at the path that the camel's footprints had made outside the dune. They understood that Kant's team was about to arrive.

They felt relaxed about this. There were also people who turned their heads to look at the barren desert in boredom. They felt that the temperature was getting hotter as the sun appeared. When they felt the temperature was rising as compared to the cold winter at night, they felt even more relieved that they did not fall into this environment to survive. Just like what the people described about the Nahrin Desert, it was truly as terrifying as hell.

The mysterious person in the lead also sighed in his heart. It was such a place that actually had salt mines. The fine white salt produced there was no less than the high-quality white salt purchased from the Dwarf Kingdom.

The profits was tempting, and greed rose in his heart.

That was why the master behind him made this choice.

He commanded them remotely to kill Kant, who was with a title of lord. When that time came, the chaotic situation would be beneficial for the lord behind him to enter this desert and seize that salt mine!

Narrowing his eyes slightly, the mysterious grand knight raised his head. On the dune in the distance, groups of black dots appeared. They were galloping on the undulating dune under the sunlight. Occasionally, there were a few pieces of shiny colors flashing over, it seemed that the polished armor was reflecting the sunlight.

"They're here.", he said in a deep voice. His hand was already reached deep into his linen robe. He held the longsword that he carried with him. "Everyone, I think you all understand your mission."

"Of course."

A reply came from behind, including the cold snort of the mysterious mage at the back.

But no one cared about that now.

They slowly moved back and rode on the back of the horses with dull eyes full of bloodshot, and looked extremely tired, but still full of energy. They circled around the dune and laid in ambush, ready to launch a sudden attack.

Their plan was very perfect. In fact, if it were anyone else, they would have stepped into this trap.

Kant was different.

He had already received the warning from the system.

Along the way, not only him, but even the 33 Swadian royal knights behind him and the remaining 70 Swadian knights were all alert as they observed the front, the two wings, and the rear with extreme vigilance.

When they crossed the dune under their feet and officially entered the dune area with a more complicated and continuous environment, the royal knights who had enhanced their eyesight and could see very far instantly discovered that the 10 mysterious men were riding on horses and planned to move behind the dune. They immediately reported.

"Lord Kant, if my guess is correct, those people are the attackers."

The captain of the royal knights spoke.

In a short period of time, they had been divided into three standard combat teams of 11 people in each team. This formation was convenient for commanding.

At the same time, when they faced the enemy, they could attack separately and break through in a concentrated manner. This could be considered the traditional routine of the heavy cavalry.

As experienced and top-tier heavy cavalry, these royal knights naturally had excellent combat skills. For example, they formed their own teams and protected Lord Kant during wartime. These were all actions that needed to be taken.

"Alright.", Kant nodded.

He also saw the black shadow that disappeared from the dune in the distance.

However, with his knight body, he could still see them vaguely from afar. It was only because he was on high alert and focused on the terrain in front of him that he was able to notice them. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to notice them if he looked at it casually.

Since he noticed them now, he could react now. The heavy cavalries that Kant was leading were all elites!

The royal knights were the elites of the elites!

The possessors of magical strength!

Three teams of royal knights each brought two teams of knights and slowly dispersed in the desert.

The hooves of the warhorse heavily trampled on the sand layer. However, due to the softness of the sand layer and the support of the system, it would not completely sink into the hooves of the warhorse. Therefore, the sound of the warhorse galloping was very soft.

Although it could not take advantage of the speed advantage of the plains and the stone roads.

However, the concealment ability was greatly increased.

If it was the plains or the stone roads, the booming sounds would have long shook the eardrums and resounded throughout the sky.

Kant personally led 10 knights forward.

Their speed remained unchanged, they were still not being noticed by the attackers. However, outside the two sides of the dune, the speed of the royal knights and knights who surrounded them in the long dragon formation was even faster.

The 33 royal knights were like long lances, easily riding their horses to attack the dune. The military horses under them seemed to possess a mysterious power, and they were extremely fast when they stepped on the sand, they were a distance away from the ordinary knights, and reached the predetermined encirclement in the shortest time possible.

Kant and the others had only traveled half the distance.

The distance between two sides was getting closer.

The royal knights and knights who had entered the anti-ambush location also began to move forward quietly in the dune.

Everyone was making preparations.

Including the mysterious attackers behind the dune.

They were very sure that the cavalries that they had seen and the intelligence they had received should have a large number of cavalries protecting Kant. It was definitely different from the current 11 people. The number was pitifully small.

Some astonishment appeared in everyone's hearts.

But as Kant approached, they suppressed the astonishment in their hearts.

They were just ordinary heavy cavalries. Perhaps they were at the level of knights, but with just the ten people here who possessed the magical strength, as long as they were careful, they would be able to exterminate this group of cavalries in a minute!

This was not arrogance, but the confidence of their strength!

However.

At the end, the mysterious mage holding a magic staff in his hand had hatred in his eyes under the mask.

As he swept his gaze across the group of cavalries in front of him, he felt even more humiliated in his heart.

He suddenly had a method that could perfectly complete the mission and also secretly solve his own trouble!

Fire elements jumped around at his fingertips.

The expert-level fire arrow was ready.

If the opportunity allowed, he would pretend to make a careless mistake and shot the spell that could pierce through armor and explode the human body towards the behind of the magical knight in the lead.

If he offended a noble mage, he would receive the punishment he deserved!

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Chapter 274: The Jaw-dropping Shock

Kant led the team forward.

The hooves of the horses hit the sand layer, making a slight "poof poof" sound.

Everyone moved forward at a constant speed, getting closer and closer to the dune in front of the attackers. However, as if they had not sensed any danger, they still let their warhorse gallop forward, as if they were traveling on their usual journey.

Kant, who was leading the team in front, looked calm.

As for the 10 Swadian knights' helmets behind them, they were full helmets.

Their helmets looked like buckets and their heads were buckled inside. Only a narrow eyehole revealed their eyes, and there was a fine mesh of holes between their noses and mouths that allowed them to breathe.

It was impossible to observe their facial expressions.

Therefore, they could remain vigilant at all times and observe the enemies in front of them through the eyehole.

Although the eyehole's vision was limited, it was not a problem for them to focus on a certain area and observe it carefully. For example, at the back of the dune in front of them, they held the lances in their hands tightly as they got closer and were ready to charge at any time, or they could pull out the warhammer at their waists and engage in close combat!

They had to make sure that Lord Kant would not be threatened. Even if they were to be in danger or even die in battle, they had to ensure the safety of their lord, the supreme Kant!

For example, they had already seen a flash of red light that suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Danger!"

The Swadian knights immediately spread out to both sides.

The knights on both sides of Kant immediately raised their kite shields and urged their horses to block between the red light and Kant. Their faces under the huge helmets were resolute and did not show the slightest fear.

"Protect Lord Kant!"

They all let out furious roars. The others also ran around Kant.

They were afraid that other than the red light that was shooting at them at an extremely fast speed, there would be other abnormal situations.

Fortunately, there weren't any.

"Hum –"

The red light instantly touched the ground. The scorching aura was like a storm, whistling and raising raging flames. Within a range of 5 20 meters, a wall of raging flames that obstructed their advance instantly surged up!

Kant stopped his warhorse and faced the incoming heat wave, gritting his teeth slightly.

It was an extraordinary spell!

The raging flames rose up, burning up to a height of more than three meters.

The heat wave spread around the 20-meter-long wall of flames. Kant and the others, who were 10 meters away, felt as if their entire bodies were in a furnace. Even the warhorses beneath them could not stop neighing. Obviously, when the warhorses faced the temperature and the burning flames, even these tamed wild beasts could not remain calm.

However, Kant and the knights' riding skills were superb. After a long period of training, these warhorses were still in sync with the riders. Although they kept retreating, they did not panic.

"Enemy attack! Spread out!"

The knights also cried out and surrounded Kant, they wanted to turn their horses around and leave.

However, the attackers would definitely not let them off.

"Whoosh Whoosh –"

Suddenly, a shrill whistle could be heard from the dune.

It approached from afar.

The shrill whistle became even more ear-splitting, and its speed was extremely fast!

Kant could not help but frown.

Even the Swadian knights behind him gritted their teeth.

"Raise your shield!"

The last two Swadian knights behind him instantly raised the kite shield on their left arm.

Their movements were well-practiced, just like the textbook. In an instant, they rode behind Kant and raised the kite shields, blocking the sharp whistle!

The sharp whistle came!

"Dang! Dang!"

A dull sound appeared on the kite shield.

The Swadian knights with the shield on their left arms did not shake at all. They continued to ride their warhorse steadily. However, on the kite shield that was still painted with a golden lion on a red background, two white arrows had already pierced into the surface of the shield. The arrowheads penetrated through the iron sheet that was wrapped around the surface. The inertia carried by the arrowheads shook the tail feathers continuously.

This was an extremely accurate shot. Similarly, this special white arrow was different from the traditional arrows of the Dukedom of Leo. It was more like the white arrow that was popular in the Silver Platter Kingdom and was famous for its great power!

Similarly, the two archers were also very skilled in archery.

In Kant and the others' eyes, they already had superb archery skills comparable to that of the Ravenstern wardens.

This was definitely not a defame.

It was a praise to those archers!

The Ravenstern wardens were archers who had been trained in archery for more than 20 years. They were masters of archery that had been trained in the misty forest. They were second only to the elusive Ravenstern rangers.

Kant's expression was cold as he slowly turned his head to look.

On the dune not far away, two archers in hoods and leather robes had already appeared at the top of the dune. They pulled out a new white feather heavy arrow from the quiver on their back and continued to place it on their battle bows.

They pull their bows into full moon and elegantly released their fingers. In an instant, the arrows whistled that ear-piercing screech again.

Their target was straight for Kant's face!

"Dang! Dang!"

The knights raised the kite shield, and the thick and well-made shield that was wrapped in iron sheet once again withstood two arrows that were heavier and thicker.

And in just a short moment.

The Swadian knights had already escorted Kant more than a hundred meters away.

With the protection of the kite shields, even the two archers on the dune were unable to continue shooting and pose too much of a threat to Kant. Moreover, under Kant's linen robe, there was also a close-fitting fine chain armor.

"My lord, please remain vigilant!"

The Swadian knights protected Kant in the middle.

Beside him, the captain of the knights reported to Kant, "We have already discovered the enemy's position. Are we allowed to charge and defeat the enemy as soon as possible?"

"No, wait."

Kant narrowed his eyes and rejected his suggestion.

Looking at the two archers who had put away their bows on the dune, Kant said in a deep voice, "The good show is still to come."

The flames swept across the land and formed a wall of fire. At the dune, the mysterious mage, who was also wearing a hood with leather robe and holding a magic staff, finally appeared again. He raised his magic staff and chanted a mysterious spell, shooting out a blazing ray of light between the gemstones, it instantly covered the path of Kant's retreat.

The flames were also burning fiercely. The violent flames rose and formed a terrifying wall of flames five meters wide, around 20 meters long, blocking Kant's path of retreat.

And on both sides, not only had seven mysterious people who were also wearing hoods and leather robes appeared, but they were also holding steel longsword.

It seemed like they were the attackers going to get close and kill Kant.

"Stop! Stranger!"

A Swadian knight angrily reprimanded, "This is the young son of Grand Duke Cameron, the Baron of the Dukedom of Leo, the ruler of Nahrin Desert, the lord of Oasis Lookout, Lord Kant!"

He spoke righteously and looked at the seven attackers on his left and right. His tone did not tremble at all, there was not a hint of fear in his heart. "Do you know that what you have done now has already violated the laws of the noble. You will be hanged. Even if you die, you will be punished by the God of War, Edmund. You will be banished to the war god's arcane realm to accept the endless cruel war!"

"Ha...", the seven attackers who were holding steel longsword were not moved by the knight's reprimand. On the contrary, some of them even laughed softly as if they had heard a funny joke.

Of course they were laughing at the line of the knight that was authorized by Kant.

They laughed out loud mockingly.

Looking at the appearance of these seven attackers, Kant knew that they were indeed people from the Dukedom of Leo.

After all, other than the nobles and commoners of the Dukedom of Leo, who knew the truth about him as a baron, the nobles and commoners of the other kingdoms would not care about this poor exiled worm.

Of course, this was the beginning of a good show.

Kant did not need to retreat.

He calmly looked at the seven attackers who were getting closer and closer to him.

The Sword of the King in the scabbard on his waist was faintly vibrating, reminding Kant that there was someone among them who posed a high threat to him and that he needed to be cautious and careful.

Beside him, the Swadian knights raised their lances, their faces solemn under their huge helmets.

The warhorses uneasily dug through the sand beneath their feet.

"I'll take care of it. You guys can eat the dust from behind."

An attacker in front of them chuckled.

Towards Kant and those knights, his eyes under the hood were filled with disdain and ridicule.

"Die!"

Almost in an instant, one of the attackers drew his longsword and moved forward.

A fiery red light burst forth from his entire body like a raging flame. His speed soared. Even if the knights spurred their horses forward and raised their lances, they were easily dodged by him.

On the contrary, he was getting closer and closer to Kant.

His idea was simple. To catch a thief gang, first catch the leader. To kill a person, first kill Kant!

"So fast."

Kant drew his sword, his eyes filled with shock. n0𝓋𝑒𝑳𝔲𝑆𝒷.𝒸0𝔪

The attacker's speed was extremely fast. He was a genuine grand knight!

The scorching aura was the same.

Even if Kant had the body of a knight, he was still unable to turn his body to dodge this rapidly splitting sword. He could only subconsciously grip the hilt of his sword, making the the Sword of the King at his waist instantly draw out from the bottom to swing upwards, wanting to use his own weapon to barely block the fine steel longsword that was slashing towards him!

"Dang –"

The two swords intersected, but the eyes of the attacker revealed extreme shock.

He could not hold the fine steel longsword in his hand.

As for the Sword of the King in Kant's hand, it easily sliced through his fine steel longsword like it was cutting butter. Following the inertia of the attacker, it sliced through half of his body, from the left lower ribs to the right neck, a rain of blood splashed out.

In the rain of blood, the internal organs that had also been cut into two flew over Kant's head and crashed into the sand, rolling into the raging flames, twitching and struggling to turn into a pile of charcoal.

"Damn it!"

A cry of alarm came from behind.

The faces of the rest of the attackers who had been watching the scene from behind, waiting for this guy to finish off Kant, were filled with disbelief and shock.

There were also the two archers and the mysterious mage at the top of the dune.

All of them widened their eyes.

Looking at Kant riding his horse and raising the golden longsword, their initial shock turned into greed.

"It's that sword! It's mine!"

The greed in the eyes of the leading grand knight grew even more. He was sure that the longsword in Kant's hand was a precious magic longsword. It could even cut off a grand knight in one strike, and it could even reach the legendary divine weapon level!

But just as they were about to group up...

Their bodies suddenly stiffened.

At some point in time, knights with golden light all over their bodies appeared at the surrounding fire walls.

And at the dune, there were similar knights standing at their sides.

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Chapter 275: The Mighty Golden Aura Flame

The atmosphere instantly turned stiff.

There were three mysterious attackers on each side, but they were standing still and did not dare to move.

They glanced at the knights who had appeared beside them at an unknown time. The golden light was like the sun above their heads, and waves of spiritual pressure were still spreading out.

They were all grand knights who had already grasped extraordinary strengths and seemed to be extremely familiar with them!

Cold sweat flowed down their foreheads.

The scene was very stiff.

No one spoke. Kant also quietly looked at them as if he was looking at a ferocious beast in a cage. His eyes were filled with some playfulness, but it made the hearts of the six attackers who were extremely close to them beat faster.

Panic! Panic! Fear!

That power seemed to be able to shock their souls, and even made them feel guilty as if they had a guilty conscience.

It was like they were now the heinous criminals.

They were indeed.

Since they dared to assassinate a noble, then in the court of the noble, there was no regulation that would forgive them. The final result was that they had to be sentenced to death. Whether it was hanging or beheading, their crimes had to be fatal!

This was the bottom line of the noble, a bottom line that could not be crossed!

The threatening pressure from the Sword of the King.

There was also the talent No.2, King's Intimidate of the royal knights gathered together!

"What... What kind of joke is this!"

Among the attackers, someone gritted his teeth and forcefully broke away from the terrifying pressure that came from the heart.

Looking at the 33 grand knights who were riding on warhorses and the 70 ordinary knights who had surrounded them and trapped them firmly in the dune. A resolute look appeared in their eyes, they charged at Kant with a burst of red light. To catch a thief gang, one must first catch the leader!

His idea was very good, but in front of the royal knights who were quietly watching them, this kind of action was more like a pathetic joke. The final resort of a desperate cornered beast!

"The king is fearless!"

A deep and muffled shout appeared in the mouth of the nearest royal knight.

His two powerful legs tightened the horse's back.

"Hiss –"

The warhorse that was wearing plate armor under its legs let out a roar as it rushed forward.

Golden light also exploded on the body of this warhorses. Together with the royal knight on horseback, he raised the three meters long heavy armor-piercing lance. He charged forward in an instant.

The regular 200% buff and the 500% increase in fearless status gave him a full seven times of his strength!

"Pu –"

The heavy armor-piercing spearhead had already pierced through the attacker who was still charging forward.

"No!", his eyes were filled with despair.

The spearhead pierced through.

Its speed was so fast that the attacker was unable to dodge.

The heavy spearhead, which was as thick as a fist, pierced through the body in the leather robe and stabbed out from the back, dripping with blood.

Even if the attacker struggled to let his fiery-red aura burst out that was rolled like a raging flame, creating layers of scorching air waves, it was still unable to stop himself from being completely pierced through.

Not to mention, the fist-sized heavy armor-piercing spearhead was shining with golden light. It was not the threatened by this fiery red heat wave at all. Instead, it was like an incomparably sharp divine artifact. After piercing through the body, he held the lance with one hand, it directly lifted the attacker who was not completely dead in the air, as if he was showing off his arrogance.

The Swadian royal knight naturally had the right to be arrogant!

In a short moment.

It did not take more than two minutes.

This grand knight level attacker was stabbed to death on the spot by any one of them.

Even his corpse was lifted by a lance, becoming a symbol of showing off his strength! n0𝗏𝔢𝑙𝐮𝑠𝗯.𝑐0𝐦

The remaining attackers did not even dare to act rashly. They all stood on the spot, looking at the huge number of royal knights and knights around them with their backs to each other. The greed and killing intent in their eyes disappeared completely.

Only despair appeared in the face of death.

There was also disbelief.

The baron, who was supposed to be down and out, exiled to the desert by the center of power, why were there so many grand knights and elite knights around him? They were puzzled from the bottom of their hearts, as well as disbelief that came from the depths of their souls!

They were unwilling to believe all of this, and they were also unwilling to believe the fact that they were going to die!

The leader of the attackers raised his head.

Looking at Kant's calm expression, he tried his best to speak in a calm voice, "Baron Kant, if I say that this is a misunderstanding, I don't know if you can understand."

"What do you think?", Kant asked back, but the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth could not be hidden.

"We are all grand knights who possess extraordinary powers."

The leader of the attackers gritted his teeth. "If we fight with all our might, even you and your troops will suffer losses.". His tone softened. "But if you are willing to let us go with kindness, we are willing to do anything for you, unconditionally, and promise not to reveal what happened today."

The other attackers nodded. At this time, other than responding, they did not have any excuses. This was because under the pressure of absolute power, they actually did not have the ability to bargain.

"Work for me."

Kant opened his mouth and said in an unusually calm tone, "You can exchange for a chance to live. This plan is not bad."

However, the leader of the attackers had a gloomy expression. His initial calm expression disappeared. He looked coldly at Kant. He clenched the steel in his hand tightly, he said in a deep voice, "We are all grand knights. There are also top-notch archers and mages in the Mage Tower who control the power of elements!"

"Oh.", Kant nodded. He looked quietly at the attacker who spoke and said indifferently, "So what?"

So what.

Kant did not care at all.

He did not care about them at all!

He turned his head and looked at the 33 shimmering Swadian royal knights around him. Kant laughed softly and said to him, "You may not understand what I mean.". His tone paused, he helplessly spread his hands, "When you choose to be my enemy, you are destined to fail, and the result of failure is death. Simple logic."

"Then you can go to hell!", the 6 attackers were enraged, instantly bursting out with their extraordinary powers. Some were scorching red, while others were deep blue, and their target was Kant.

In that terrifying explosion, their figures even left long shadows.

But so what!

The horses neighed in the midst of the golden light.

"King's Courageous!"

After a deep shout, rays of golden light pierced through the darkness like the dawn.

Kant stood still.

He expressionlessly looked at the rapidly approaching attackers.

He tightly clenched his Sword of the King, and the gilded patterns on the sword were emitting waves of aura.

However, as the golden lights on both sides intersected, six fist-sized heavy armor-piercing lances pierced through the six fast-moving shadows, bringing with them an incomparably sharp and terrifying force, relieving Kant's pressure.

In the fearless status, the Swadian royal knights' golden flames grew higher and higher. Their entire bodies, along with the warhorses beneath them, was mixed with the golden flames, as well as the exquisite gilded patterns on the fully-covered plate armors their bodies seemed to be covered with a golden flame of armor, as mighty as the knights of the gods.

Their mighty appearance did not look like the human soldier!

A total of 700% status increase, is a comprehensive increase, including this has extraordinary power of the flame.

In the midst of the golden light.

The tips of that three meters heavy armor-piercing lances.

Six bodies were propped up on their arms, blood dripping from the holes in their chests.

Their internal organs had been stabbed to pieces. Their entire organs had been cooked by the golden light. It was impossible for them to survive. Even if they were still breathing faintly, it was very appropriate to call them corpses.

They had died so easily.

The eyes of the leader of the attackers had completely dimmed.

A grand knight at the peak level.

They had completely mastered the use of extraordinary power.

They had unparalleled battle experience and battlefield literacy.

How could these private soldiers, who were raised and secretly trained by the noble families, fight against these terrifying royal knights, who were trained on the battlefield!

It was impossible.

Therefore, they were defeated, dead, and had no life left.

Including the two high-level archers at the top of the dune. The royal knights, who were guarding the archers, used their swords to cut off their heads. Their eyes, which were filled with regret, dimmed as they looked at the world that had nothing to do with them.

However, the mysterious fire mage survived.

This was arranged by Kant.

Kant took the magic staff in his hand, which was embedded with gemstones, and was escorted to Kant by the two royal knights.

The wall of fire between the dune had already been extinguished.

The attackers who had been stabbed to death were also restrained.

The masks on their faces were all removed. They were all unfamiliar faces. Even Kant had never seen such faces in the mainstream area of the Dukedom of Leo. They were all unfamiliar grand knights.

They should belong to some noble families that had secretly trained grand knights.

This was considered an unspoken rule in the Dukedom of Leo.

The trained grand knights would not show themselves unless there was a crisis.

It was equivalent to the family's foundation. These grand knights would help those noble families solve some problems, problems that could not be stained with the fingerprints of the noble families. Therefore, these knights or grand knights were groomed in the dark, they were not registered on the list of grand knights in the Dukedom of Leo, so it was the best choice to send them over.

The mage was escorted over. The mask on his face and hood had been removed. He looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was very scholarly, but there was also a hint of cunningness in his frightened and uneasy eyes.

It seemed that he was a formal mage who liked to take on private jobs.

According to his level.

He was comparable to a level- 5 mage in the Enfath Empire.

However, Kant understood that the native mages of this world could learn more spells. Hence, they could arrange all kinds of spells in their spell slots. For example, the fire wall that he had just cast was definitely one of the spells.

However, before he could cast any spells, he was approached by the royal knights.

The result was naturally the same as now.

When the mages lost their advantage in distance, they were not even as good as archers!

In the face of the grand knights, who were terrifying in close combat and had no chance of resisting at all, they chose to surrender together, especially when they were surrounded by 11 grand knights and 20 peak Knights. They had no intention of resisting at all, they could only accept their fate in vain.

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Chapter 276: The mage's leeway

The mage stood in front of Kant with extreme respect.

With so many grand knights watching from the side, his so-called pride and self-respect as a mage had actually flown to god knows where with his dead companions.

It was just groveling, as long as he could live.

Thus, he planned to tell Kant everything he knew.

He was very cooperative.

Kant nodded in satisfaction.

He rode on his warhorse, the Sword of the King was sheathed again. n0𝒱ℯ𝒍𝑈𝓈𝔟.𝑐0𝑀

However, the aura of a superior and the power of victory made the mage break out in cold sweat. It was obvious that he was extremely afraid of Kant and the grand knights around him.

Mages were weaker than grand knights in close combat.

The battlefield was cleared.

The Swadian knights had already placed the corpses together.

Including the charred corpses in half, the thick smell of blood mixed with the charred smell filled the air. It was very unpleasant to smell.

The mage scanned the corpses. They were all familiar figures. Although they had only known each other for a week and there were even some frictions and grudges, these people had turned into corpses just like that and were slaughtered like lambs, it still made his heart jumped in fear. He turned his head to look to the side.

Kant's lips curled into a smile when he saw that he could not bear to look directly at them. He reached into his arms and took out a handkerchief. He covered his mouth and nose to avoid the stench of corpses and asked in a muffled voice, "Who are they?"

"They... they..."

The mage opened his mouth and wanted to answer, but his lips trembled and he did not know what to say.

He had just joined the team.

And he had only joined the assassination team temporarily for the sake of profit.

As for the seven grand knight-level attackers and the two top-level archers, he actually did not know them at all. However, the mage raised his head and saw Kant and the surrounding grand knights staring at him like tigers watching their prey. His heart trembled, he could not say the word "Don't know" no matter how hard he tried.

Kant was not surprised that he could not say it.

From the looks of it, he knew that they were not a long-term team. Instead, they were more like a team that was put together in a short period of time.

"Don't know them?"

Kant still covered his mouth and nose and asked.

"Yes.", the mage swallowed his saliva, his tone trembling.

He did not get angry like Kant expect.

Kant looked at him and continued to ask, "I used to study in the academy not far from the Mage Tower of Leo. I know many faces of mages, but you seem very unfamiliar. My memory is very good. I can confirm that you have never appeared in the Mage Tower of Leo, and you do not seem to be a mage in the Mage Tower. This makes me very confused."

"I'm a wandering mage from the Silver Platter Kingdom."

The mage quickly replied, "The holy church of the Silver Platter Kingdom has started to expel all mage forces this year. The Mage Tower we're in can't be maintained, so we can only choose to leave.". After hesitating for a moment, he continued, "I'm just an expelled mage, and I don't belong to the Mage Tower's inheritance mage. Thus, when I leave, I could only be abandoned. I came to the Dukedom of Leo in order to earn a living, and I wanted to find a place to settle down."

"Oh, is that so.", Kant nodded. He had some understanding of the Silver Platter Kingdom. The Holy Church, which believed in the God of Holy Light, was indeed expelling non-Holy Church forces.

For example, the Mage Tower, which also had magical powers, was within the range of expulsion.

This was caused by the history of the Silver Platter Kingdom.

After all, when this country was founded, it was supported and established by the Holy Church. Therefore, the power of the pope was comparable to that of a king. It was a country with a system of combining politics and religion. It also had its own court-protecting knights, which belonged to the top religious armed forces.

There was a saying in the Silver Platter Kingdom.

The body belonged to the king, and the soul belonged to the Holy Light.

The meaning was very clear. The king and his noble forces had the right to rule over the kingdom and the people, while the Holy Church was the pillar of faith for the people and even the noble. There were occasional unpleasant between the two sides, but there was no conflict.

However, where there were people, there were fights.

The noble forces were not willing to share their power with the Holy Church.

The mage forces were the target of the noble forces. After all, a mage who had the power of the elements was much stronger than a priest who had the divine spell of healing and some weak attack spells.

Both sides colluded to suppress the position of the Holy Church.

However, from the looks of it.

The Holy Church had obtained the final victory and expelled all the mages in the whole country.

This had even obtained the king's permission.

Perhaps there was also a compromise.

The matters of the Silver Platter Kingdom naturally had nothing to do with Kant. On the contrary, he had a good impression of this mage who spoke everything he knew. He nodded his head in satisfaction and asked the final question.

"Do you know your employer?", Kant asked.

"Employer..."

Mages clearly did not have the professional ethics of assassins.

He was not an assassin either.

After hesitating for a moment, he said to Kant, "My employer seems to be from the Dukedom of Leo, the East County. The one who interacted with me was just an ordinary gentleman, but I think the real employer must be hiding behind the scenes."

"The East County.", Kant narrowed his eyes. "This is really unexpected."

He had thought that it would be the South County, or not the North County.

He really did not expect the employer of the mage was from East County.

After all, compared to the South County noble who had enemies all over the place, the North County noble who was currently greedy for salt mines, the East County, which had been closed for ten years and did not have much communication with the outside world, was still in a neutral status with Kant.

There was no enmity, no goodwill, and there was also no connection.

"Your lordship, Baron Kant."

The mage gulped, he said hesitantly, "That's all I know. Can you let me go? I'm just an ordinary wandering mage, and I even had a conflict with these teammates. When I cast the firewall, I didn't cast it directly at your team, but only blocked your path. So you and I should have some leeway."

"Yes, I'm very clear.", Kant nodded. He was telling the truth, so he said, "I won't kill you."

"I'm very grateful for your mercy!"

The mage immediately bowed in excitement.

But before he could raise his head, a golden light shone, and warhammer instantly hit the back of his head. His entire head was like an exploding watermelon, red and white splashed on the ground, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

"But someone will kill you."

Kant's voice trailed off, and he said calmly, "You know too much."

The royal knight who had swung the warhammer dismounted and threw the mage's body, whose head had exploded into pieces, to the side. At the same time, the knight dismounted and quickly searched for any valuable items on the bodies.

Kant rode his horse to the side.

The stench of the corpse and the smell of blood mixed together. It was very strong and made him somewhat disgusted.

It was his decision to kill this mage.

Although he was an elite, Kant did not intend to let his power be known to outsiders before he had fully digested the fruits of his victory and developed into a colossus.

A slight flexing of muscle was enough to arouse the vigilance of those with ulterior motives.

But to display absolute force.

What greeted him was not submission, but hostility.

Kant was not ready to completely fall out with the noble families of the Dukedom of Leo.

At present, he had no more than 2,000 soldiers.

Even if he could break through the Stone Pass and successfully enter the Dukedom of Leo, or even take over the barren North County, he could still attack the East and South Counties. However, the ruling of the estates would be especially ineffective afterward.

A mere 2,000 people, after he fully prepared, there would be a force of 5,000 people.

Could they completely rule the entire Dukedom of Leo?

That was impossible.

This was even more unrealistic!

If Kant did not have 5,000 people of regular army and 30,000 civilians, he would not start a war that could destroy the country.

Currently, his troops were mainly focused on strategic defense and tactical attack.

Defending the Nahrin Desert was not a problem.

Secretly plotting against the Dukedom of Leo was just like how he had let Manid infiltrate the Stone Pass and let the bankrupt businessman Borg return to the East County to develop secretly. He was like boiled the frog in warm water and slowly took control of the Dukedom of Leo in his hands.

With the help of the system, Kant could do it easily.

The knights finished searching the bodies.

They came to Kant's back, they reported, "My lord, we have obtained a magic staff, two parchment scrolls with incantations, and 300 great silver coins. As for the warhorse they were riding, they seem to have exhausted their energy and died behind the dune. They are of no value."

"Yes, I understand.", Kant nodded.

These were all his spoils of war. Naturally, he had to plunder them.

Just as he was about to continue leading the team away, a large number of cavalries appeared at the dune in the south.

It should be a large-scale cavalry team advancing. Although the sound had yet to be heard, there was a lot of wind and dust behind them. They rode their horses at high speed, and yellow fine sand and dust filled the air.

The knights immediately gathered next to Kant.

But the alert was quickly lifted.

The cavalry team that came from afar were the desert bandits and Sarrandian horsemen.

Rolf was leading the team and riding in front.

When he saw the corpses under Kant and the knights' feet, he looked a little embarrassed. He whipped the warhorse under his horse and rushed over at high speed. He asked Kant urgently, "Lord Kant, are you hurt? we are late!"

"It's alright."

Kant nodded and did not blame Rolf.

Most of these attackers had magical powers. Even if Rolf caught up and rushed over, he probably would not be able to deal with these attackers. Instead, he would definitely suffer heavy casualties. If he won, it would probably be a pyrrhic victory!

This was the suppression of the troop class.

After exchanging a few words, Rolf heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was injured.

However, when he turned his head to look at the corpses, he felt some fear towards the grand knight's combat strength.

He could not help but say to Kant, "This world actually possesses such strength. I dare not imagine what kind of danger my cavalry will face if they encounter these 10 fellows."

"In the future, if we encounter them and do not have an advantage, we will immediately retreat.". Kant said calmly, "Save the strength first."

"Yes.", Rolf sighed lightly, and a rarely seen desolate expression appeared on his face.

After all, such terrifying combat strength was indeed something that he, who had come from the original world of history, could not accept.

"Right.", Kant said, "Since you're here, then I'll give you three Swadian royal knights. They are all top-tier knights comparable to these grand knights and possess great power. Even if we encounter these grand knights again, I think we can temporarily alleviate the plight of the central posthouse."

"Thank you for your help.", Rolf was instantly overjoyed.

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Chapter 277: Return to Oasis Lookout

Kant did not stay here for long.

These corpses would be handled by Rolf and his cavalry.

Of course, the corpses would be buried. After all, these unfamiliar extraordinary people could not die in the Nahrin Desert, even if the employer behind them definitely knew that Kant had done something to them.

But this news could not be spread.

The dead could not speak, and the buried dead could not speak either.

The two sides separated.

Three Swadian royal knights joined Rolf's team.

From now on, the three of them would be the high-end combat strength of the central posthouse. If they encountered a similar situation again, Rolf's troops would not be unable to resist. At the very least, they would be able to intimidate the other party.

A royal knight at the peak of grand knight-level would naturally be able to intimidate the other party!

Kant led the team and left.

There was a hint of regret in his eyes.

In reality, that mage would not be able to smash his head into pieces with a single blow.

If Kant directly sold this mage who had no intention of resisting to the merchants from Reyvadin, he might earn even more denars. After all, he was an extraordinary person who had mastered elemental spells. His value was definitely higher than ordinary humans and Jackalans.

Most importantly, he could also prevent the leak of information, which was more useful than becoming a corpse!

But Kant had no choice but to kill him.

Although it was a pity, there was nothing he could do.

Kant cleared up his mind and continued to trek with 100 cavalries.

The sun was burning above his head.

The sandy sea in front of him was becoming more and more spectacular.

The continuous dune was like the rolling waves of the sea, connecting the horizon and forming this cruel environment with the endless sand grains. Looking from the top of the dune, everywhere was yellow and orange, with the desolate feeling of extreme desolation that belonged to nature, there was no longer any beautiful color.

Perhaps in the dark part of the dune in the low-lying area, one could find some greenery, but it was also very scarce.

The surface of the Nahrin Desert was extremely short of water.

Its environment was harsh, even more brutal than the Sahara Desert on Earth.

Except for the low areas where the subterranean river flowed, there might be a few puddles. Digging the sand layer could obtain a small amount of drinking water, but there were very few oases that could form a fragile ecological chain and could sustain life and reproduction.

Currently, only the Oasis Lookout was found in the southern part of the desert.

It had already been occupied by Kant.

It was now the center of his estate and the overlord-type castle in this desert region.

Two days later.

Early in the morning, Kant rode his horse forward.

The knights behind him followed closely. A hundred people were like a long dragon. After a long journey, they were still in a neat formation.

This was the discipline of the elite troops.

However, most of them removed the visor of their helmets, or carried their huge helmets to the back of their necks, revealing their tired faces. In the end, they utilized the relatively cool temperature in the early morning to wake themselves up as soon as possible.

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They had set off from dawn, and it had already been two hours' journey.

According to the time, they would arrive at the destination soon.

They all knew in their hearts.

They spurred their horses over the dune, and a black figure that looked like a needle tip appeared on the horizon.

When a knight noticed it, his face immediately lit up with joy. He reminded his comrades in a low voice. After careful observation, they all beamed with joy. Even the speed of the warhorse under him had increased significantly. Apparently, it was also because of the sudden fervent atmosphere, he sensed the joy of arriving at the destination.

The needle-like black shadow was the high-level watchtower of "Drondheim" Castle, which was 40 meters tall. It was as tall as a 14-story building. It would take more than 10 minutes to climb from the bottom to the top at a constant speed.

However, the advantage of height was that it could detect the abnormal situation in the surroundings as soon as possible.

For example, Kant and the others.

Although the dune in the Nahrin Desert was undulating, it was not as complicated as the mountains.

From the top of the watchtower, one could see the surroundings clearly.

The team of 100 knights was soon discovered.

The newly recruited 40 desert bandits ran out of the city gate and spread out into a scout formation. With their light armors and mobility, they quickly approached Kant and the others. They were the first to identify the enemy before making any plans.

This could be considered Kant's core area of influence. Basically, coming here meant that the blockade line formed by the central posthouse had been broken through. The troops stationed in the castle would move out, and Firentis would decide whether to go out and fight to defeat the enemy, or they could defend the city walls and wait for reinforcements, waiting to be exhausted and defend and counterattack. n0𝗏𝓮𝓁𝚞𝗌𝓑.𝚌0𝚖

These desert bandits were just testing the waters.

If the enemy was too strong, then they would defend the city walls and rely on the excellent city defenses to defend to the death. This would allow the cruel environment of the Nahrin Desert to indirectly weaken the enemy and give them an opportunity to take advantage of it.

As for the enemy being too weak, then naturally, there was no need to say anything more. It would be a whirlwind-like attack!

Oasis Lookout had quite a number of elite troops.

Although Kant had taken away the 188 Swadian Swadian heavy cavalries when he left, there were still 97 Swadian knight, 45 mamlukes, and 103 Vaegir marksman stationed in the castle.

In addition, they had recruited 80 desert bandits and 20 Vaegir archers in the past two weeks.

Although there weren't many of them.

But with their elite strength, they could definitely deal with the ordinary troops!

Soon, the 40 desert bandits arrived at Kant.

When the two met, the desert bandits immediately became excited and stopped their horses. They quickly got off their horses and greeted respectfully, "My lord, I didn't expect to meet you in the morning. You're finally back!"

"Yes, I'm back.", Kant nodded. He did not get off his horse. He stretched out his hand and said, "There's no need to be so polite."

"Understood!", the desert bandits stood up.

They were still respectful as they looked at the 70 Swadian knights behind them. Their eyes revealed a look of envy.

However, when they turned their heads to look at the 30 Swadian royal knights, their eyes revealed a look of shock. Thanks to their long career as bandits, they actually did not dare to act rashly towards the royal knights. It was a fear that came from the bottom of their hearts.

It was the fear like a small group of desert bandits less than 10 people encountered hundreds of mamlukes!

And now.

It was just the pressure that a mere 30 people gave them!

"Alright, let's go back."

Kant took off the hood on his head, his face also showing a hint of fatigue.

Seeing that this group of desert bandits had sensed the strength of the royal knights, he did not explain too much. He only instructed, "Let's go back and arrange breakfast and accommodation. This time, we all need sufficient rest."

"Understood!", the desert bandits nodded. Immediately, ten of them rode their horses back.

Kant and the others followed.

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After passing through a few dune, the watchtower became clearer and clearer.

The 20-meter tall tower gradually appeared in front of them.

There were also 10-meter tall city walls and layers of arrow towers. The entire castle was exposed in front of them. There were also lush date palm tree trees, cultivated fields, sparkling lakes, and busy peasants with tools, there were camel caravans returning with coarse salt, as well as the smoke rising from the top.

This was the south gate of the "Drondheim" Castle.

It was beginning to look prosperous.

Firentis was leading 10 Swadian knights to welcome them.

Seeing them come over, he quickly walked over and personally pulled Kant's horse's head reins. He bowed respectfully and said, "Lord Kant, I haven't seen you for two weeks. I really miss you."

"Indeed, it has been two weeks.", Kant sighed and nodded.

From the time he left until now, he had returned.

Two weeks, half a month had passed.

When he returned to the city gate, the leader of the trade caravan, Joslin, was standing there. When he saw Kant return, he also bowed respectfully and greeted him. "My lord, it has been a long time. As promised, I have come to join your team."

"You are very welcome!"

Kant smiled and nodded.

At the same time, he dismounted from his horse and said to Firentis, "These 30 royal knights are the guards of the council hall alone. If they encounter any enemies with extraordinary strength, report to me as soon as possible. I will arrange for them to deal with them."

"Could it be that they are also...", Firentis raised his eyebrows slightly and then nodded. "Understood!"

There was no need to explain.

This was the foundation that would be garrisoned in the castle in the future.

Firentis, who had some understanding of the Dukedom of Leo, understood in his heart that even the neighboring country would find it difficult to gather 30 grand knights with extraordinary strength to garrison in a castle alone for defense.

Now, "Drondheim" had it, and it could be said to be a big deal!

It had even solved the current predicament of Kant's forces, which lacked extraordinary combat strength.

Everyone entered the castle.

The fragrance had already spread out from the council hall.

It was already early in the morning. Although the soldiers in the castle had already finished eating, the chef was still busy preparing more exquisite food for Kant and the returning knights.

After a few days of trekking, he finally returned to the castle to have a good rest.

Kant sat in the main seat of the council hall.

Firentis and Joslin accompanied him and chatted with each other in a relaxed manner. At the same time, they reported on the administrative affairs of the castle after they left.

It hadn't changed much. It was all arranged by Kant before he left.

Joslin had returned less than two days ago, and had already handed over the trade caravan of Reyvadin to his nephew.

At the same time, he also brought back good news, he reported to Kant, "My lord, King Yarogelk of the Kingdom of Vaegirs has heard that you are short of funds and have taken out a loan of 100,000 denars. This is due to the friendship between the two countries. You only need to repay the principal. King Yarogelk has said that there is no need to pay the interest of 20,000 denars."

"It's like this. If there's a chance, please thank King Yarogelk for me."

Kant nodded. This was really an additional pleasant surprise.

20,000 denars was not a small amount. To be able to avoid paying this amount of interest, it could be considered as alleviating the financial pressure.

At the same time, Kant thought of the spoils of war that he had captured in the underground city of the karst cave. He turned to the servant waiting beside him and instructed, "Go and inform my knights to transport all the spoils of war that I have captured this time over."

"Understood.", the servant nodded and left quickly.

Kant said to Jocelyn, "We have captured a considerable amount of gold this time. Help me estimate the price."

Jocelyn replied, "I'm willing to help."

Gold could be exchanged for denar since it was still a village.

It could be considered a hard currency.

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Chapter 278: Fangorn Forest of the Lord of the Rings

Soon, the spoils of war were carried over by the six knights.

There were six sacks in total, and they seemed to be quite heavy. They were carefully placed on the long table in the council hall. n0𝓋𝓮𝑙𝓊𝓈𝐁.𝒸0𝗆

These were the spoils of war that Kant had obtained from his journey this time.

After sweeping through the sacks and making sure that he had not missed anything, Kant nodded at the six Swadian knights and said, "You've worked hard. Go back and eat first. Rest well today. I will arrange for a two-day holiday for all of you."

"Understood.", the knights were delighted. They bowed respectfully and left the council hall.

After the journey, they needed to have a good rest.

In the "Drondheim" Castle, they could enjoy the comfortable life brought about by the holiday.

This was the benefit of increasing their strength.

Kant did not care. In fact, after he rested for the night, he had to continue his busy administrative work the next day. After all, after leaving for two weeks, the current "Drondheim" Castle still needed to be adjusted slightly, for example, he could only personally handle the various trivial matters in the system.

But now, it was better to deal with these spoils of war as soon as possible. The feeling of being in debt was very uncomfortable, not to mention that it was a loan to the Kingdom of Vaegirs. Kant waved his hand and said, "These are the things."

"Please allow me to look through them.", Joslin replied.

"As you wish.", Kant said.

Joslin stood up and went to the six bulging sacks.

He reached out and opened them. Golden yellow appeared in front of his eyes. They were all strips of gold with exquisite and mysterious engravings on them. He opened the sacks one by one and found that they were all made of this kind of gold.

The circular candlestick above his head emitted a light that illuminated the gold in the sacks below.

"The purity of this gold is truly astonishing!"

Joslin was the leader of the trade caravan, so his experiences were quite rich.

Moreover, before he started trading, he was still an elite Vaegir horseman. If it was not for his bad luck and the fact that he did not have enough achievements, he would have long become the envy of everyone, a Vaegir knight.

However, during his trading and military career, Joslin had a very deep understanding of gold.

After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and said to Kant, "I think that each bag of gold here is worth 50,000 denars. If it was during wartime, such pure gold could be sold for 55,000 to 60,000 denars."

"50,000 denars."

Kant's eyes lit up. This was the information he wanted to get.

Two bags of gold could make up for the amount of the loan.

There were six bags of gold here. If that was the case, it would be a huge sum of 300,000 denars!

"Yes."

Joslin nodded and continued, "Gold is already a top currency in Caradia. The Nords are especially obsessed with gold. However, the denar is still made of silver, so it is more widely circulated."

"I need to exchange i.,", Kant said to Joslin. "When the trade caravan arrives, use this gold to make up for the loan and exchange it all for the denar. You will be responsible for it."

"Understood.", Joslin nodded.

However, as he said this, he looked a little hesitant, as if he wanted to say something.

Kant naturally saw his hesitation. He frowned and asked, "Joslin, you seem to have some suggestions?"

"This..."

Joslin's expression was even more hesitant.

However, looking at Kant, he still made a decision and sighed at him, "Although it's not good to say this, I still suggest not to trade these gold with the trade caravan of Reyvadin. It would be a huge loss."

Kant was slightly stunned, he frowned and asked, "Tell me your reason."

Joslin naturally would not lie to him.

The current leader of the trade caravan was already listed in the system's troop class.

It meant that he was Kant's loyal troop class.

"It's like this. To be honest, this story is a little strange. If it wasn't for you, I think I would never have told this secret."

Joslin organized his words, he solemnly reported to Kant, "My family originated from the outer seas of Caradia. On a continent called Pendor, we were once a noble. However, my cousin was stripped of his noble title because he betrayed a powerful knight group. Our family members who came from the same clan were also implicated. We could only escape from Pendor and came to Caradia to avoid pursuit. Therefore, I have some understanding of Pendor."

"Pendor Continent.", Kant narrowed his eyes slightly. According to Joslin's words, a traitor noble from Pendor who was also named Joslin immediately appeared in his mind. "You mean, the Joslin

who betrayed the Twilight Knight?"

"Lord Kant, you really know everything."

Joslin nodded and said dejectedly, "That's my cousin."

"Ha.", Kant snorted helplessly.

Thinking about the various continents in the MOD, Caradia was actually connected to Pendor.

This indeed made him feel a little funny.

However, since Joslin had told this story, Kant, who had the system as a cheat, did not refute it. He only said in a deep voice, "I won't mind your past, just as I appreciate your talent!"

"Thank you for your trust!", Joslin was very touched.

Kant asked calmly, "Then, what does this story have to do with gold?"

"You still have two empty trading caravans."

Joslin replied, "When the people of Ravenstern appeared in your castle, I knew that this miracle land was actually connected to the Pendor Continent. The Pendor Continent is more prosperous than the continent of Caradia, so the demand for gold is also very high. Therefore, the price of gold can basically rise a lot."

"It's a trade caravan.", Kant suddenly realized that there were indeed two empty trade caravans in his hands, so he asked, "Then can you be sure that the trade caravan will enter the Pendor Continent?"

The system's introduction said that the destination of the trade caravan was random.

However, Joslin said firmly, "Yes!"

"Very well, in that case."

Kant nodded and directly made arrangements for him. "Then you will be in charge of a single trade caravan. As long as you can open up the trade of the Pendor Continent, then I will remember your meritorious service!"

"I will do my best!", Joslin said solemnly. "After coming to the land of miracles, I can freely pass through the passage between Caradia and here. However, I still have a kind of palpitation towards the Pendor Continent in my heart. If I want to, I may be able to pass through it at any time. No, I should be able to pass through it and return."

"Yes.", Kant nodded.

A plan had already appeared in his heart.

If the Pendor Continent could travel back, then all kinds of resources that originated from the Pendor Continent could be purchased wantonly. After all, compared to Caradia, the Pendor Continent had more resources!

And at this moment, a dialog box popped up on his retina.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ The leader of the trade caravan (Joslin) can enter the Pendor Continent through the space-time crystal wall. ]

[ Currently, there is an empty trade caravan that can be bound. ]

[ Yes/No? ]

This was a prompt from the system.

Kant did not hesitate at all and immediately chose in silence, "Bound!"

The dialog box refreshed.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ Currently, the trade caravan is bound to the Pendor Continent. ]

The system had already noted that there was a blank trade caravan bound to Pendor Continent and could travel there at any time.

"Very good."

Kant nodded lightly. He had gained another trade route.

After all, Reyvadin's trade caravan would only arrive in the first week of every month. Some things were more difficult to deal with. Now that there were more trade routes, it was easier to deal with them. There could be trade caravans coming and going every three weeks of every month.

Most importantly, the new Pendor trade caravan was the caravan that would make money for him!

Kant also had a blank trade caravan.

Similarly, he could randomly choose a city in a certain world and open up a trade route through the space-time crystal wall.

Since Joslin was still here, Kant did not hesitate. He directly communicated with the system in his mind and issued the order to use this trade route to randomly select a world and a city.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ Trade caravan binding, random drawing... ]

On the retina, the dialog box instantly listed out a huge round plate, similar to the time when the village was drawn.

Kingdom of Swadia, Kingdom of Rhodoks, Kingdom of Nords, Kingdom of Vaegirs, Kingdom of Sarrand Sultanate. Kingdom of Sarleon, Kingdom of Raventern, Kingdom of Fierzvi, Dasha tribe, Imperial Expeditionary Force, Kato tribe, and Nordo Elf Force. Even the Great Ming Empire, Manchurian Nuzhen, the Mongolian golden family, the Great Han Empire, the Hun Empire, Oda Nobunaga, Nagao Kagetora, the countries of southern Europe, the countries of Northern Europe, Eastern Europe, and even the countries of the Middle East, and so on.

All ages, all regions, all kinds of formal history or history, or fantasy world.

All exist on this disc.

This was the power contained in all of the MOD's in "Mount and blade"!

The disc finally stopped.

The name of the power finally appeared.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ Your trade caravan has communicated with the Middle-earth continent, Fangorn Forest. ]

[ Fangorn Forest trade caravan has begun binding... ]

A rule appeared on his retina.

Kant was slightly stunned. Looking at the name of the fraction on it, it instantly appeared in his mind. Those seemingly lush ancient trees, but in fact, they were between life and plants, the ents.

They could indeed be considered as life, and they were even older than humans in the Middle-earth.

And the Fangorn forest originated from the oldest ent, and it was also the leader of all ents — Fangorn, which Kant understood from the information from "The lord of the Rings", "Treebeard.".

Back then, he was the one who had promised the Hobbit to lead his troops to defeat Isengard's Saruman army.

In the MOD, the last day of the Lord of the rings, there was also such a force.

And it was a hidden force.

Who would have thought that after a random selection, Kant would actually choose the Fangorn Forest.

With the blessing of the system, it meant that Kant's trade caravans were allowed to enter the Fangorn Forest, which was originally a place where strangers could not trespass. They could go there to do business and engage in economic exchanges with the ents.

Although the ents did not have so-called businesses or handicrafts, the Fangorn Forest had all kinds of mystical items.

For example, the natural spring water that could speed up the growth of vegetation.

If they were lucky, they could bring back the ents that were 6.7 meters tall. This would undoubtedly increase the number of ace troop class in Kant's troop class. They could enter the Senwaya Range or take root in the Oasis Lookout and pretend to be big trees. However, at the crucial moment, they would engage in fight, it was enough to shake the enemy's morale!

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Chapter 279: Future Arrangements

Kant's lips curled into a smile.

It had to be said that the Pendor caravan and the Fangorn Forest caravan were truly a pleasant surprise.

With Joslin as the leader of the trade caravan, the Pendor caravan was like a fish in water. Whether it was exchanging gold for denar or using denar to purchase some of the Pendor continent's resources, they were all very suitable.

As for the Fangorn Forest, it belonged to the intermediate magic world and was located in the Middle-earth of "The Lord of the Rings". Naturally, there were many precious resources.

They were all trade routes worth developing! n0𝚟𝗲𝗅𝔲𝔰𝐛.𝑐0𝐌

Kant was very satisfied.

After pondering for a moment, he instructed Joslin, "When Manid returns to the castle, you two will meet to discuss how to distribute the following trade routes and ensure that we obtain the maximum profit."

"Understood, Lord Kant. Don't worry."

Joslin nodded solemnly.

He was not yet a hero-level NPC, but a subordinate of Kant.

Strictly speaking, he was only a slightly special troop class. He was the leader of the trade caravan who had the potential to become a hero-level NPC. That was why he was able to gain Kant's trust and was given the command to lead the trade caravan alone.

It was enough for him to cooperate with Manid.

Once the power was newly established, everything would be simplified.

As for the castle, there was no need to worry about it.

When Kant left, "Drondheim" was already on the right track.

For example, Firentis, Kant's most trusted knight, was entrusted with the management of the castle. It could be said that he held an important position, but in reality, his main focus should be on the military aspect first. He was vigilant of the surrounding environment and set up various layers of alert networks, and prevent any mistakes or encounters with unfamiliar enemy troops during the lord's absence.

In other words, it was basically to maintain stability around the castle.

This was also what Kant had entrusted to Firentis before he left.

After all, the depths of the desert were unknown. According to the intelligence gathered by the captives of the Kingdom of Gray Mane, there was an extremely hot devil zone in the deepest part of the desert. Even the well-prepared Jackalans, who were gifted with great endurance, did not dare to set foot in it.

Even the expeditionary army organized by the Kingdom of Gray Mane in an attempt to conquer the human countries would rather endure the cruel environment of the desert and walk around the devil land for another 30 days, rather than spend 10 days to cross the terrifying devil land. There was only endless deathly stillness in the death zone, as if it was a forbidden zone for life!

When that sandstorm suddenly appeared in the depths of the desert, Kant became slightly vigilant.

This sandstorm might have something to do with the devil land.

Moreover, Kant led his troops to the ancient passage and found the underground city of the karst cave. The Pope, who had already turned into a lich, actually asked him to go to the depths of the desert.

Although he didn't mention that it was the devil land, Kant suspected that it was there.

The system had given him a temporary side quest to confirm that.

This needed to be taken seriously.

Kant's vigilance towards the depths of the desert had reached an even higher level.

Firentis noticed Kant's solemn expression and reported, "Lord Kant, during the time you left the castle, everything was as usual. The salt camel caravan that went to the depths of the desert also did not find anything unusual."

"Okay.", Kant nodded, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "But this is not normal."

If there was no abnormality, then it was the biggest abnormality!

The system gave a hint.

The undead lich pope pointed directly to the depths of the desert.

Moreover, using the words of the high-level Jackalan, translated into human language, it happened to be the devil land. When Kant recalled it in his mind, he felt that it was strange.

Especially in the karst cave, he really saw the devil creature!

Most importantly.

Kant had come to a conclusion from the fragmented information.

The end of the era of the ancient gods was caused by the war between the gods and the devils.

Now, these ancient races had all appeared in the hidden places. The pope even gave him a mission, asking him to go to the depths of the desert and save the daughter of the god in the eternal coffin in the so-called Holy City of Sun!

Kant did not care whether he saved her or not, but the reward of the temporary side quest given by the system was the spring eye.

This was something Kant needed to get!

The potential of the Oasis Lookout was not only like this. With the help of the system, there was still room for development.

Although the initial stage was a little difficult, as long as the area of the oasis was expanded to the point where it could form an excellent self-circulation, nourishing the surrounding desert, and nourishing the various shrubs that could not grow due to the lack of water. After taking shape, the value of this oasis would definitely not be inferior to the Senwaya Range. It would be a green ocean in this barren desert!

At that time, even if there was no fertile soil, it would be able to ensure the agricultural development of the entire castle. Even if the connection between the Oasis Lookout and the Senwaya Range was blocked, it would also be able to obtain sufficient supplies.

The oasis in the vast desert sea would be as dazzling as a pearl.

Most importantly.

It could also be used as an outpost, a transit station, and an important logistics base!

Kant had always thought of going to the other side of the desert to take a look.

That was the Mannheim Coast.

It was said that it was made up by Kingdom of Gray Mane formed by high-level Jackalan, Kingdom of Lizardmen, and a coastal colony formed by the Elven Parliament sent by the Elven Republic.

It was different from the new world dominated by human countries and occupied by other races!

It was really fascinating.

If Kant did not need to develop, he would not have the time and energy to worry.

If he had sufficient military strength and savings, as well as the energy to fully control the overall situation, he would have long sent troops to the opposite side of the Nahrin Desert on camels that could cross the desert!

Even Jackalan could come on foot, so how could the camels, who were naturally more tolerant with the desert environment, not be able to cross?

If there was a chance, Kant would definitely go to the Mannheim Coast to take a look.

But tiredness struck him.

The sequela of the long journey was that he felt a little sleepy.

The breakfast was not finished yet, but Kant was not too hungry. He drank the sugar water in one gulp and stood up to say to Firentis and Joslin, "I'll leave this to you first. I'll go back to my room to rest."

"Understood."

Firentis and Joslin immediately stood up to send them off.

They were trustworthy talents.

Their individual abilities could help Kant handle the current situation.

"I'll leave it to you."

Kant nodded in relief as well. Under the guidance of the pretty maid, he walked towards the stairs.

He was getting more and more tired.

Behind him, the kitchen servant asked, "My lord, your breakfast won't take long to be finished. Should I send it to your room later?"

"No need."

Kant replied, "When I wake up, I will arrange for you to heat it up and send it up."

"Yes, my lord.", the servants replied.

They had already eaten breakfast.

They used the bread and dried meat that they had roasted over the campfire last night and mixed it with the hot water to swallow it down to their stomachs. Although it was a simple dish, it was enough to fill their stomachs and ensure that their basic needs were satisfied.

Back in the room, the maid behind him also brought dessert. It was fried bread wrapped in honey, with jam made from wild berries found in the Senwaya Range. The whole color was bright purple and red, and the taste was sour and sweet. Kant ate a few pieces at random, his throat had a sweet feeling.

But it was no problem to quench his hunger. It also made him more tired.

The maids wanted to help Kant undress.

They were all young girls from wealthy families who were specially selected to serve Kant. They were 14 to 18 years old. They were young and lively. They wore clean and tidy maid clothes. Their small faces were cute and pretty, their looks were above average. They could be considered young apples that had just matured.

Many noble families liked this taste. It was naturally the same for the Continent of Caradia in the feudal era of cold weapons. However, for Kant, the weariness made him wave his hand, indicating that they could leave.

"My lord, if there's anything you need, please call us."

The little apples' expressions were gloomy as they pouted and slowly retreated.

Their big black and white eyes were filled with resentment towards Kant, as well as their somewhat rusty seduction.

Being able to marry a noble was their dream.

Of course, this dream was unrealistic to them. Kant, who was a noble and even a king had to treat him with respect, was a woman's honor to have sex with him.

This was an act that could make the families behind them feel honor.

Kant also understood the reason.

But as a supreme lord, he didn't need to care at all.

He took off his clothes and fell into a deep sleep.

The long journey in the desert was exhausting, and so was riding a warhorse.

After he fell asleep, he had frequent dreams.

The ruins of the peak of the mountain, the ruins of the temple in the mountain, the ancient passage and the underground city of the karst cave, as well as the demons, undead liches, and even the experiences he had encountered, all of these made Kant's dreams even stranger.

He even dreamed of the goddess and the witch that he had shot to death.

He dreamed of the fall of the gods and demons in the ancient times.

He also dreamed of the experiences he had when he was young.

His father, Cameron, his brother who always had a cold face, his biological mother who he had no impression of, the noble who had malice toward him, and his aunt whom he had only met once.

Perhaps it was because he was too tired, Kant dreamed a lot of things.

But in the end, he dreamed of the sandstorm in the depths of the desert.

Kant seemed to have returned to that day.

The apprentices carried out the experiment without knowing their own strength, but they let go of a golden light.

The sandstorm immediately appeared, and the terrifying weather that blotted out the sky and covered the sun with sand and stones instantly appeared in the desert. It brought with it the terrifying power of nature, as well as some doubts that came from the depths of the desert, which was known as the devil land.

No one knew what exactly happened there.

Kant also did not know what was the golden light that he had inadvertently let go.

But his heart was throbbing heavily.

"Uh..."

Opening his eyes, Kant's dream ended, and he slowly woke up.

It was still his luxurious room.

He turned his head slightly. The blue sky and white clouds outside the window, as well as the orange and yellow sea of sand in the distance.

Only then did he react and slightly twisted his neck, but he felt that his entire body was rather stiff. He said, "Someone, get me a glass of water.". His stomach rumbled, and at the same time, he shouted, "And my breakfast!"

Now he was thirsty and hungry,

he remembered that he had arranged this before he went upstairs to his room.

Soon, when a maid heard Kant's call, she came in with a tray and bowed very respectfully, "Good Morning, my lord!"

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Chapter 280: The Returning Caravan

Hearing the maid's greeting, Kant was slightly stunned. "Good morning?"

He turned his head to look out of the window.

The sky was bright, but it was not as bright as noon or afternoon.

"Clang — Clang — Clang — Clang..."

A dull bell rang.

It was the bronze bell ringing.

After ringing about it eight times, it meant that it was eight o'clock in the morning. It was not dawn but morning already.

"This...", Kant was a little stunned.

This seemed to be no different from the time when he had just come to the room to sleep.

Could it be that he had only slept for a short period of time?

Kant was puzzled.

The pretty maid pursed her lips and smiled lightly. She explained to Kant, "My lord, you slept for a day and a night. It is now the morning of the second day. I think you must be famished. You should fill your stomach with these desserts first."

On the tray, there were desserts that were similar to yesterday's.

However, they were steaming hot. It was obvious that they had just been made. They were sprinkled with dried dates and looked very tempting.

"A day and a night."

Kant rubbed his hungry stomach and got out of bed.

His entire body was stiff from sleeping for a long time. He twisted his neck and sat on the chair in his pajamas. He instructed the pretty maids, "Tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I'm very hungry now."

"Yes.", a maid immediately turned around to pass on the message.

There were desserts on the table. Kant stuffed a few pieces.

It was really to satisfy his hunger. He did not like to eat sweets as his main meal, even though the price of this food was slightly higher.

This was a habit he had developed over a long period of time.

In the Dukedom of Leo, the food was mostly salty meat products.

Although there were desserts, most of them were honey. Things like white sugar, brown sugar, and other things had never appeared before. After all, to obtain this kind of sugar, one needed sugarcane, a plant that produced a very high amount of sugar.

However, the Dukedom of Leo did not have sugarcane.

In Kant's impression, things like sugarcane had also never appeared before.

It was just like how livestock like camels had never left any records in the human countries of this world.

For example, when Kant and Manid led the camel caravan to the Stone Pass, they attracted many curious gazes. However, most of them treated the camels as a different type of large workhorse. Their movement speed was not fast, and they did not have the high explosive power of warhorses, therefore, they quickly turned their curiosity into indifference.

Among the horse breeds, the most precious was naturally the warhorse. As long as a country had a large number of warhorses, they could build a large and powerful cavalry force. They were the trump card on the battlefield and could easily decide the situation on the battlefield.

As for the horse breeds that were beneficial to the people's livelihood and could only carry goods, they were not considered important at all.

This was the difference between the two worlds.

After all, even the crystal wall system was not the same. Even the basic laws were fundamentally different.

At least in this world, there were no camels and sugarcane. In comparison, there were no demons, spells, gods, and other things on Earth. Obviously, they were not the same and comparison was not relevant.

Soon, the pretty maids brought breakfast.

Fried steak, fried eggs, fried fish, and unknown tender wild vegetables, small skewers of edible berries.

There was also oatmeal, toast, and date palm.

The food was very rich.

From this, it could be seen that the Senwaya Range was on the right track

and began to provide some supplies to the Oasis Lookout. For example, these tender wild vegetables and berries were all brought back by the camel caravan.

They were uprooted and temporarily transplanted into a wooden basin. After watering them, they would be transported back. This could guarantee its half a month's worth of vitality.

If they were lucky, they could even survive under the shade of the date palm tree.

The shade of the trees could block the sunlight. The running water in the canal could nourish these edible wild vegetables and berry shrubs. Due to the camel caravan's carrying capacity, although the amount transplanted was not much, it could provide for the Lord Kant to enjoy three meals a day with the hard-earned delicate wild vegetables and fresh berries.

Just like Kant was enjoying the delicious food now.

The lamb chops with a fresh and tender taste, the whole fish that was fried perfectly, as well as the berries and wild vegetables that were used as side dishes.

The taste was excellent.

Kant was stunned. This was even more delicious than before he left.

After taking a bite of the soft and crisp bread mixed with the fried eggs and swallowing it, Kant turned his head and asked the maid who was waiting beside him, "Are all the kitchens nowadays managed by professional chefs?"

"You are right, my lord."

The maid next to him smiled sweetly and answered Kant respectfully, "The three chefs and seven helpers in the council hall are all professional chefs learned by the artisan guild."

"Well, this is very good.", Kant nodded.

The maid added, "Even the chefs in the tavern and the chefs in the military camp are all professional chefs trained in the artisan guild. The quality of the food in the castle has improved a lot. Compared to the food cooked by our aunties, it is much more delicious."

"I see.", Kant chuckled. It seemed that after leaving, Firentis had recruited and trained full-time staff.

The artisan guild could train all kinds of talents.

Especially the crating talents. Whether they were blacksmiths, tailors, chefs, salt-makers, or tanners, they could all be trained. Ordinary civilians who did not have any skills became the pillars of jobs that were urgently needed in all walks of life.

Chefs were like this.

However, most of them were talents in weapons workshops, blacksmith shops, salt workshops, and sugar workshops.

The amount of salt produced in the current "Drondheim" Castle had increased from 200 bags to 500 bags. The profits they could earn each month reached 25,000 great silver coins.

Thanks to the purchase of more one-humped camels to form the camel caravan, they could transport more coarse salt back.

However, they had to thank the excellent salt workers for replenishing their losses.

25,000 great silver coins per month was a terrifying number in Kant's eyes. If it could be exchanged for denar, he would laugh his head off!

Unfortunately, money could not be exchanged.

The denar could only be exchanged with the gold.

Therefore, Kant sent Manid to the Stone Pass to inquire about the price of gold, a precious metal.

Now, he had accumulated close to 100,000 great silver coins. If it was converted into gold, according to Kant's rough understanding of the price, there should be 1,000 gold eagles, this kind of country-to-country currency.

It was similar to a check, which was not circulated to the outside world. Only high-ranking noble families and countries would circulate it.

However, as long as there was money, it could still be bought.

Kant only sent Manid to probe in secret.

If he could get a gold eagle, he would know the price of the gold and how much denar it could be converted into. This would give Kant a clear idea of how to make money quickly in the future and how to exchange for a large amount of denar conveniently.

Soon after breakfast, the hunger in his stomach disappeared, bringing a sense of satisfaction.

The pretty maid quickly tidied up the table.

Kant walked to the top floor.

The council hall had six floors. The scenery at the top was very good and could overlook the entire castle.

If he wanted to overlook his Oasis Lookout and Nahrin Desert, he could also go to the 40-meter-high watchtower to look at the surrounding scenery. It was even more magnificent and spectacular.

However, Kant was not going to enjoy the scenery.

He was going to the apprentice dormitory.

This was the basic building of the Mage Tower in the Enfath Empire. It was where the apprentices lived and rested.

Since Kant had selected this building, it had been combined with the council hall. At a cost of 50 denars per week, he was allowed to recruit one mage apprentice who had mastered a basic spell.

Kant came to the apprentice dormitory. The exquisite patterns were mysterious and graceful like the Enfath Empire.

His mind communicated with a certain golden card in his mind.

"System, use the rule card!"

Kant ordered in a deep voice.

A dialog box instantly popped up on his retina.

[ Ding... system prompt ]

[ Double recruitment (constant) used. ]

[ Apprentice dormitory: The weekly recruitment has increased to 2 people. ]

The golden card instantly shattered into pieces. Data streams gathered in the apprentice dormitory in front of him. The rules of the building had been changed. Although it was not much, it had a qualitative improvement.

This was the level up that Kant had planned.

After solving this problem, he came to the edge of the top floor of the council hall.

Vaegir marksmen were standing guard.

When they saw Kant coming over, they all bowed respectfully, "My lord."

"Yes."

Kant nodded.

The castle in front of him was well-planned. The roads and buildings were like a chessboard. They were clear and looked very pleasing to the eye. The military district, residential area, and crafts area were distributed reasonably, with a sense of symmetrical beauty.

This was his castle.

He turned to the Vaegir marksman on guard and asked, "Did you find anything unusual?"

"No, the castle is very peaceful!"

The other Vaegir marksmen quickly replied, "Everything is clear!"

"Very good." n0𝔳𝓮𝑙𝑈𝒮𝚋.𝑐0𝐌

Kant smiled. "Stay alert."

"Yes!", the marksmen answered firmly.

Just as Kant continued to look at the other areas, a camel caravan made up of 20 camels came in from the east gate. The people around them moved aside and looked down from above. It was very eye-catching.

"Manid is back."

Kant understood and turned to walk towards the stairs.

This time, Manid should be able to bring back a lot of good news, oh, or bad news.

After all, Kant had agreed to open up the trade caravan at the central posthouse. Any trade caravan could enter the posthouse to trade. There would definitely be a lot of noble families and merchants who would receive the news, as well as that Baron Dylan.

Baron Dylan at the Stone Pass regarded Kant's Oasis Lookout and salt mine as his exclusive property.

Now that the posthouse trade was open.

Everyone could go and buy table salt. This would violate his profits!

If he didn't make a move, Kant would never believe it, and Manid, who was trading and gathering information at the Stone Pass, would definitely bear the brunt. After all, everyone knew that this young man was actually Kant's business spokesman.

He returned to the first floor of the council hall and sat in his lord's hall.

Manid quickly walked in after arranging the camel caravan.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Kant was the first to speak. He smiled and welcomed him, "I'm very happy to see you back."

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Kant."

Manid stood still and bowed respectfully to Kant.

"Alright."

However, Kant chuckled. He looked at the fatigue on Manid's face and said, "It seems that you must have encountered some difficulties at the Stone Pass. Normally, you wouldn't be so serious."

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Chapter 281: The pressure he was about to bear (first update)

Kant and Ma Nide had been together for quite some time. He could sense that under the fatigue expression of this genius merchant, there was some anxiety regarding the future.

It was obvious that this trip to the Stone pass had suffered a setback.

After all, Ma Nide was not only responsible for trade cooperation but also for gathering intelligence.

Although he had left the dukedom of Leo, Kant still needed to have a way to understand certain domestic intelligence, and the Stone pass was a good window. Every time Ma Nide would send people to inquire about it.

It was definitely not normal for him to be so anxious now.

That was indeed the truth.

Ma Nide made no concealment when he reported to Kant, "At first, Baron Dylan was rather polite, but just before I left, you announced the news of foreign trade at the central posthouse, this made my situation very awkward. The farewell dinner that would usually be held had been cancelled as well."

"Yes, it's predictable." Kant nodded and rubbed the area between his eyebrows. "But this Uncle Dillard is really narrow-minded. After learning so many years of noble manners, he still acts like a warrior."

"I won't comment on this."

Ma Nide said, "Lord Kant, my proposal for Baron Dylan to purchase arrows, crossbows, and military supplies has been rejected. At the same time, before I left, I received news that the trade of iron and grain in the Stone Pass has also been suspended by the noble's official residence. Perhaps it's also aimed at us."

Kant snorted. "It should be aimed at us. I didn't know that other than the large-scale iron and grain purchases, the noble families and merchants of the northern county would be willing to fork out more money to purchase these things at the Stone Pass."

The northern county's territory was remote. In terms of prosperity, they were not comparable to the southern county and the eastern county.

Even their production of materials and assets were quite scarce.

If a noble wanted to purchase materials on a large scale, they would send people to the southern county to purchase, including all kinds of ironware that were indispensable in daily necessities and some food to keep them survive.

As for the scattered commodities, they were bought in by the civilians of the villages and small towns.

The prices were naturally high.

But there was no other way. This was also the way for the noble of the northern county to earn money.

It was rare to see someone like Kant purchasing iron weapons on such a large scale. After all, these resources in the northern county were more than twice as valuable as in the southern county. It was definitely not worth it.

There were many ways to trade, and the unspoken rules were even more complicated.

Not to mention ordinary civilians, for newly promoted nobles if they don't get a noble to lead their way, instead, they form a trade caravan to join the dukedom of Leo's business by themselves, they probably would not have a good ending.

They would definitely encounter robbers and end up with their trade caravan being destroyed, or their trade payment would be scammed.

There had been such cases before.

Even Baron Dylan had encountered this.

The unspoken rules formed by the nobles had controlled everything in the dukedom of Leo. If outsiders and newly promoted nobles wanted to enter this market, it would be equivalent to snatching their jobs, this would definitely cause a conflict of interest.

Baron Dylan had suffered a heavy loss in the early stages.

It was only after he married the daughter of a merchant, by her family relationship his situation became much more stable.

Kant pondered for a moment.

Thinking of Baron Dylan's current dependence on the table salt trade, he could guess how furious he would be when he announced the central posthouse could trade with foreign countries.

However, in just three months, Baron Dylan had already earned a huge profit.

If he wanted to give up.

It was a little difficult.

No, it should be said that it was very difficult!

It was easy to go from frugality to extravagance and difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Baron Dylan had the wonderful feeling of being able to harvest thousands of great silver coins every month. It was simply a huge difference between heaven and earth, thinking about how his previous estate only produced less than 1,000 great silver coins every year!

It was impossible for him to give up on the table salt trade!

This was also the reason why Baron Dylan, like a noble warrior, gritted his teeth and willing to withstand the pressure from the dukedom of Leo and hold the frontline fire for Kant.

But now.

Kant's opening of the trade was equivalent to giving up the foundation of their relationship.

It also violated the fundamental interest of Baron Dylan!

The Stone pass had been changing day by day since the opening of the table salt trade. It relied on the fine white salt produced in the depths of the Nahrin desert. They had been sold and resold, earning a huge profit margin with Baron Dylan as a hub.

Therefore, they obtained this crucial opportunity that was once unimaginable!

The conflict between both sides had become more and more intense under the ripping of their interests.

The final result would definitely not be too great.

Ma Nide understood this.

Kant was clear about this either.

When he decided to open the table salt trade and set the rules at the central posthouse, he had taken this into consideration.

Following this, both of them had to face increasing pressure. The greed and probing of the noble towards table salt, and even the secret revenge of Baron Dylan, who was originally tyrannical and narrow-minded!

Kant pondered for a moment.

He looked up at Ma Nide and said, "Next, I will discuss the strategic and tactical plans with Firentiss."

"As it should be."Ma Nide nodded.

The business was dirty.

Just like politics, they all had their own ulterior motives. They were all deceitful and dirty.

All these words could be used to describe a business.

After all, businessmen were mainly making money, they were capitalists. In their minds, they were thinking about benefits. The so-called morality was just a yardstick for them to measure how much money they could earn.

There was once a quote from a great man on Earth.

If capital had 50% profit, it would take risks. If it had 100% profit, it would dare to violate all the laws of the world. If it had 300% profit, it would dare to commit any crime, even if it has the risk of being hanged!

This was the truth, even in this fantasy world.

Cutting off people's money was like killing their parents.

Kant had to brace himself to face the pressure from all sides, especially the bandit groups that were about to appear. They were like cats and dogs that smelled blood, constantly running over to bite him.

Fortunately, Kant's power was no longer as it was in the past!

If they wanted to bite him.

They had to be prepared to break their teeth!

Kant and Ma Nide had a long discussion, they made tons of suggestions for the next central posthouse.

Most of them were about the economic exchange.

With Rolf, the scoundrel noble, suppressing the local, and three Swadian royal knights who were at the peak of the Grand Knight, there would probably be no big trouble, perhaps some minor disturbances.

In the early stages, even if there were probes or revenge from the nobles, at most they were some ordinary bandit groups.

It was still uncertain about their combat strength.

"In that case."

Kant finally made a decision.

He turned his head and instructed Ma Nide, "Since the Stone pass is not acting naturally, there is no need for us to show our excessive passion to them. Since the salt mine is in our hands, we have the initiative."

"But if that's the case..."Ma Nide was slightly stunned and frowned. "It will break our relationship."

"If it's broken, then it's broken." n0𝓋𝓮𝑙𝓊𝓈𝐁.𝒸0𝗆

The corner of Kant's mouth curled up slightly. "Politics is not business. There are not so many amicable ways to make money. There are only interests involved and interests broken. Moreover, when did my Uncle Dillard have a close relationship with us?"

Ma Nide still had a businessman's mentality.

He was paying attention to build a good relationship, but he did not see the compromise between the two parties at the deepest level.

In the beginning, when Kant was weak, Baron Dylan was unable to enter the Nahrin Desert.

Following their mutualism phase, Kant grew stronger and stronger. Baron Dylan was building new things day by day as well and he had the confidence to enter the desert. Perhaps in the near future, or even this year, he would be able to organize an army to go deep into the Oasis Lookout, to protect Kant's estate and solve the threat from the surrounding Jackalan.

Perhaps in one of the battles, Kant, the lord of the Nahrin desert will take the lead and assault the group of the Jackalan. His heroic and tragic death was worthy of the bloodline of the Lion Archduke, Cameron.

This was a palace drama that could easily be understood by just thinking about it.

"I understand."

Ma Nide sighed softly. He understood deeply the struggles of the noble.

However, Kant had made an arrangement for him, "I opened up a secret trade caravan recently, it is heading to a place called the Fangorn forest to conduct trade with a group of Shu Ren. I think you can be the first leader of the trade caravan and lead a team to explore the way. This will provide a perfect start for our future business exchanges."

"Shu Ren... of the Fangorn Forest?"

Ma Nide was slightly stunned as he looked at Kant.

Obviously, he could not understand this kind of fantasy race.

Kant simply explained, "It's just a group of ancient trees that have souls, they can think and move. They are no different from the wisdom of ordinary people. Some of the ancient trees even have the wisdom of the wise among humans."

"Uh..."Ma Nide nodded and accepted this explanation in his heart.

After all, this was a land of miracles.

This explanation was sufficient.

He could encounter anything. Even the wolves in the wilderness could transform into human-like forms.

Now that this group of ancient trees had gained intelligence, they could also accept human-like activities. Moreover, even rocks and water could transform into human-like forms. They could summon the so-called water and earth elemental warriors from thin paper and rampage on the battlefield. It was not surprising at all with Shu Ren.

Two of them chatted for a short while before Kant asked Ma Nide to have a rest after finishing his breakfast. After all, this young merchant was extremely tired after a long journey.

After the conversation ended, Kant went to the city wall for inspection.

The construction of the Drondheim castle was almost complete, but this was not the end.

Currently, in the system, the level of the castle has reached its limit.

But in terms of construction, it was still a small castle.

Kant could still build walls, towers, and arrow towers to strengthen the castle's defence as Drondheim which stood in the Oasis Lookout, was the most eye-catching location in the desert. It was also equivalent to being the target of public criticism.

That was indeed the truth. The current Oasis Lookout really became the target of public criticism.

The news had already spread.

The noble families behind the merchants all began to size up the desert with their thoughts.

There was hostility, greed, and evil intentions.

At the same time, there was also hatred that would devour them.

For example, the Stone Pass.

Baron Dylan who had a bad temper was so mad and irritable.

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Chapter 282: Baron Dylan's Anger (chapter 2)

In the administrative building at the Stone Pass.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Baron Dylan sat on the main seat of his study. He looked at the merchant in front of him with a gloomy expression and said through gritted teeth, "That damned little thing is really vicious."

However, the merchant standing in front of him did not dare to reply.

His identity was here.

However, the two vassal knights in the room, who were trusted by Dylan, advised from the side, "Lord Dylan, there's no need to be so angry. Perhaps the forces behind Baron Kant want to push him out so that he doesn't have to be completely controlled by you. After all, if you're in control of the key roads, you are literally strangling their throats."

What the vassal knights were referring to was naturally the natural dividing line between the Nahrin Desert and the Dukedom of Leo. It was also the only gap in the magnificent Senwaya Range, the Stone Pass.

It was the place they were currently in, the place they were firmly in control of!

"Hmph."

Baron Dylan's expression was still gloomy. He snorted coldly, but his expression softened slightly.

His vassal knight was right.

He had the geographical advantage.

Especially the Stone Pass, which was the only passage to the two sides of the Senwaya Range. Even if there were some small rural roads and some beast roads that could bypass this pass, as long as they were strictly investigated, these roads would always be discovered and blocked.

Moreover, entering the Nahrin Desert required a large number of supplies, especially fresh water, which was the most important.

There would definitely be a lot of people in the trade caravan.

Even if they traveled light, they wouldn't be able to transport much table salt.

Thus, they had to replenish their supplies at the Stone Pass in order to ensure their safety after entering the Nahrin Desert. If they wanted to take the risk of going around the pass to enter the desert, it was undoubtedly risking their live to enter the desert. Whether they could open up a trade in the end was another matter, but whether they would die in the desert was the most important thing.

In the past, the trade caravan would only enter the Nahrin Desert after replenishing their supplies at the Stone Pass. Although they seemed to be heading south, in reality, they would only enter the Nahrin Desert after going around the pass carefully.

As the local lord, Baron Dylan was well aware of this. n0𝒱𝔢𝔩𝑢𝓢𝒷.𝗰0𝚖

When the time came, they would seal off a few small roads.

They would even hire bandit groups to enter the small roads and the desert to plunder. With the weak guards of the merchants, it was impossible for them to stop the hired professional bandits.

After all, the bandits of this era were no different from mercenaries.

Baron Dylan, who had already developed, naturally had the ability to hire them!

Thinking of this, his face looked much better. He waved his hand at the merchant and said, "Alright, you can leave now. Don't pretend to be nosy. Just pretend that you don't know anything. Just wait for my arrangements for the rest."

"Yes, Lord Dylan."

The merchant wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and quickly left the room.

The other two vassal knights in the room looked at Dylan. They had been together for a long time. It was obvious that they understood the arrangements for their Lord Baron.

As expected, Baron Dylan asked, "How many soldiers do we have now?"

"38 knights, 150 knight attendants, 500 lance soldiers and 100 archers."

The vassal knight who was responsible for the management of the army replied, "If we expand the army, we can form 1,000 armed militia, 2,000 peasant conscripts, and 500 archers made up of hunters."

"Yes, these are our own troops.", Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes.

These soldiers were all his original troops.

He gritted his teeth and used up all resources in Stone Pass to assemble this troop. This included those peasant conscripts who only used sharp pitchforks.

In the past, this could be considered as the confidence that Baron Dylan had to protect himself. However, in the past three months, he had used the table salt trade and great silver coins to clear the way. The overall level of the troops had risen rapidly. This confidence that he had in the past was no longer in his eyes.

Baron Dylan continued to ask, "How are the mercenaries?"

"Now, we have recruited all kinds of marauders and bandit groups as mercenaries. There are a total of 1,600 people."

The vassal knight replied, "If we give them standard weapons, they can go to the battlefield. Their combat strength is not bad.". He paused and solemnly reported, "But the most important thing is still the gale mercenary group that we hired. There are a total of 600 light cavalries. They are the strongest group of mercenaries that we recruited this time."

"That sounds very good.", Baron Dylan nodded slightly, but his eyes were a little gloomy. "But the problem is, can we guarantee the reliability of these guys?"

"Ordinary mercenaries, 30 small silver coins per person per month."

The vassal knight immediately replied, "But those 600 brigands mercenaries need 80 small silver coins per month. If they are in war, they need an additional 20 small silver coins."

"That is one great silver coin.", Baron Dylan snorted. "I can still afford this money."

"This way, it is reliable."

The vassal knight also had a disdainful look on his face. "These mercenaries are greedy people who are greedy for money. At the very least, none of the surrounding noble families can hire them for a long time. Therefore, we are the only ones. It is not a problem to use silver coins to nurture their loyalty. At least, they will not betray us on the battlefield."

"No, that's not what you said.", Baron Dylan curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes. "There was no reason to betray us on the battlefield, if their payment is enough."

The two vassal knights were silent. There was no way to refute his words.

However, Baron Dylan did not delve into this question. He sat on the chair and gently tapped the table with his hand. "Next, there will definitely be many trade caravans and spies in my pass. This is the most troublesome."

"Please give us your orders, Lord Dylan."

The two vassal knights spoke.

"Yes, I do need you two to be busy."

Baron Dylan nodded, he tapped on the table and said, "Let our rats be active. It is best to place them in any corner of the entire pass. I do not want my own estate to become a sieve that anyone can enter. At that time, I will really lose face. I think both of you understand this."

"We will do our best!", the two vassal knights answered in fear.

"This is the attitude I need."

Baron Dylan smiled. "But don't worry. When this storm passes, I will remember your loyalty.". He paused, he looked at the two of them and said seriously, "When the time comes, I will arrange an actual fiefdom for you and 2,000 great silver coins as a reward. You will definitely not be disappointed."

The two vassal knights were already showing joy on their faces. When they heard Baron Dylan's words, they immediately knelt down on one knee and bowed with great respect. "Lord, we will do our best to complete the mission that you gave us!"

"Very good!"

Baron Dylan nodded with a smile and waved his hand at the same time. "You can leave now. When tomorrow comes, get your spirits up and let our rats smell properly. Where exactly are those dirty bedbugs?"

"Yes!", the two of them continued to bow before leaving the room with gratitude.

However, when the two of them left...

Baron Dylan's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Hehe, you can't sit still anymore. Have you started to look for a way out?"

His hand gripped the handle of the chair tightly, he had a unpleasant look. "Both of you have started to have disloyal intentions towards me. Do you really think that I haven't noticed it? Your extraordinary powers were all given by me. Now, even both of you have started to betray me. I really didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it!"

"Both of them are former veterans. You have become a baron, and they are your vassal knights who can't make a name for themselves. How could they be willing?"

In the room, a calm voice appeared in the darkness.

Baron Dylan didn't panic. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and said, "But don't they know how to be grateful? Ha, grateful. Well, it's funny that this word came out of my mouth."

"That's right, it's really funny.", the calm voice chuckled. "Just like how you betrayed Princess Sofia and the Silver Platter Kingdom on the battlefield. Only then did you become a noble and truly step into this class, right? You also treated them as stepping stones."

"You know so much.", Baron Dylan seemed to not hear the ridicule and ridicule in this person's words.

"Of course."

The man in the shadow finally walked out.

He limped to the chair beside the study and sat down, he chuckled. "How is it? You told me right, right? Baron Dylan, the people around you are starting to betray you. If you do not consider your own path of retreat, I think that if you continue to hold on in vain, the end result will definitely be very tragic."

"You are threatening me.", Baron Dylan's face was murky. It was a rare sight that he did not fly into a rage.

"I am only speaking the truth."

This person raised his head. It was the leader of the spies under the house at the pass.

He understood Baron Dylan's personality deeply. He did not force him too much, instead, he changed his tone. "Sometimes, if you can rely on others, you will be placed in an important position. This is especially so at this critical moment. If you rely on others, you will obtain unimaginable benefits, such as the increase in power, the promotion of the title of nobility...", he raised his head and looked at Baron Dylan. "You will also obtain the qualifications to become a hereditary noble and become a high-class noble!"

"This condition is very generous and also very reasonable.", Baron Dylan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as if he had made up his mind. "Alright, please answer Countess Agatha. I am willing to become his most loyal baron."

"No, no, no.", the leader of the spies smiled. "You are the most loyal viscount."

Baron Dylan also smiled. "Thank Countess Agatha."

"She is the kindest.", the leader of the spies nodded. "However, you need to pay a certain amount of loyalty now. For example, sending troops into the Nahrin Desert to recover the salt mines outside the dukedom."

"This is a little difficult. You know that my troops do not have the ability to enter the desert to fight."

Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes and answered, "This is really difficult."

"No, you have misunderstood."

The leader of the spies chuckled. "You have troops that can enter the desert. For example, a 600-man mercenary cavalry. They are well-equipped, have strong combat strength, and have sufficient logistical supplies."

"I do not understand.", Baron Dylan frowned.

"This gale mercenary group was once very popular with Countess Agatha."

The leader of the spies smiled and said, "Don't let down the reputation of this elite cavalry."

"I won't.", Baron Dylan looked at the smile of the leader of the spies, but he felt a chill in his heart. He had originally suspected that he could recruit such an elite cavalry team, but now he was right.

This 600-person squall mercenary group was the secret force that belonged the Countess of East County, Agatha!

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Chapter 283: The Exchange Value of the Golden Eagle

The current situation seemed peaceful, but it was extremely dangerous.

This was like the surface of the sea full of torrential currents and dark tides. It was the calm before the storm. Any careless person who made a mistake would fall into this boundless sea of terror in the abyss and be torn into pieces.

In the Dukedom of Leo, the top-tier noble began to sharpen their knives, ready to enjoy a delicious meal.

The lesser noble families also showed their fangs and claws, trying to get a piece of the pie.

The profit was too big.

It was so big that even the top noble families could not enjoy the delicious food alone. They could only compromise and cooperate with each other in order to enjoy the delicious food in front of them.

Everyone was satisfied.

Including those businessmen who were just errands, they could eat big mouthfuls of delicious food according to their size.

But Kant wasn't included.

He was the one who would suffer the direct loss of benefits.

Everyone was staring at him fiercely, ready to pounce on him at any moment.

Kant also had a premonition that this time was about to arrive.

The entire "Drondheim" Castle had already entered a level two alert status. Surrounding the dune, there were desert bandits who rode their horses around at all times, patrolling 24 hours a day.

Vaegir archers had all entered the city wall and were no longer resting in the barracks.

There were also knights who were ready to attack at any time.

In order to deal with the danger that would come at any time, they were always on standby.

Firentis and Kant had already had a deep conversation. Regarding the danger that they would face in the future, they would deal with it cautiously. If they encountered an enemy, they would take the initiative to attack. They would use the desert to drag down the enemy, and then they would use the excellent city defense to make the enemy's troops sink into despair, they could only retreat.

After all, the current Oasis Lookout was still locked down. The noble families of the Dukedom of Leo would never have thought that such a strong and magnificent castle would appear on the oasis. The city defense system was perfect and strict.

Without siege weapons, they would be destined to be futile. There was no way to forcefully attack!

Furthermore, according to Kant's memories, even if it was the Dukedom of Leo, they would still have to pay a huge price to take down such a city defense.

The current environment in the Nahrin Desert was cruel. There was a lack of water and supplies, and there were no siege weapons. It was impossible for them to withstand a long time. The only way was to retreat, unless they were stupid enough to waste their time and lead to the total annihilation of the army!

But the noble families with ulterior motives did not know that. n0𝗏𝑬𝐥𝒰𝚜𝗯.𝐂0𝑚

They were so naive that they knew nothing.

Kant had already perfectly hidden his fangs and claws, curled up like a kitten.

But when he fully unleashed them, everyone would be shocked.

He was like an adult lion appeared in front of them. With its well-proportioned body, sharp fangs and claws, it officially declared this once deserted Nahrin Desert was its estate now!

Real lions could only grow up in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They were Kant's stepping stones.

It was just that they had not yet discovered this cruel fact.

Kant did not choose to go deep into the desert at this critical moment. Instead, he stayed in the Oasis Lookout and inspected his estate. At the same time, he chose to build his castle better.

For example, more advanced houses were built in every corner and crevice.

They were almost close to the residential area, the crafts area, and the military area.

Another 200 houses were built.

All 300 high-class houses that looked like two-story houses filled the interior of the castle. There was no space for more buildings to be built, but the advantage was the large population!

The population of "Drondheim" Castle had exploded to 3,000 people.

A lot of food was consumed every day.

The output of the agricultural area alone was not enough. Now, it was all used up. They had to buy a large amount of grain from the caravan of Reyvadin to barely maintain the food and drinks of these thousands of people.

Don't forget, there were nearly 700 troops!

In order to ensure the food supply, Kant specially formed a camel caravan consisting of 20 camels.

It was dedicated to food transportation.

All the preys that were hunted crazily in the Senwaya Range and then made into smoked meat and dried meat. Then, the camel caravan transported it to the Oasis Lookout to increase the consumption of meat and reduce the consumption of grain.

Eating only bread made one hungry very quickly. Having meat not only strengthened the body, but also reduced the consumption of grain.

It is killing two birds with one stone.

But the food problem did not need to be too worried.

Kant has built a salt posthouse at the top of the dune in the salt mine. He has sent 50 peasants to collect coarse salt. Every two days, 50 camel caravans will be sent to transport it, the 600 bags of coarse salt collected in two days will be transported back to the castle. Then, in three days, it will be boiled into 400 bags of fine white salt.

In the end, a caravan of 50 camels was transported to the central posthouse to be sold. The first wave of harvest would be a large amount of silver coins, and Kant would collect all kinds of materials.

Iron tools, farm tools, grain, cloth, and everything, including precious spices, were also purchased.

There were also precious golden eagles!

Manid had already found out that 100 great silver coins could be exchanged for one golden eagle.

However, this price was only the normal price.

In the black market of the Dukedom of Leo, it had already been sold for 120 great silver coins to exchange for one golden eagle.

This was also due to the Dukedom of Leo's developed agriculture and handicraft industry. Hence, the economy was prosperous. If it was in those poor areas, the price of one golden eagle would usually be sold for 150 great silver coins or more.

For example, in the barren North County, the price of one golden eagle was 150 great silver coins.

If one wanted to exchange for it, one had to look at the connections.

Only Viscount Wayne, who ruled the entire North County, had the ability to exchange for it.

Golden eagles were really very precious.

It was said that the mysterious Mage Tower would collect golden eagles, and even the temples of the gods were no exception. From this, it could be seen that golden eagles were precious resources. Compared to silver coins of different sizes, these eagles were made of gold and looked like palm-sized, glittering eagles, their value was higher, and they had a wider circulation.

Of course, Manid also used his relationship with Baron Dylan at that time to exchange 200 great silver coins for a golden eagle. In Kant's system exchange, he actually received a price of 1000 denars.

This was a pleasant surprise!

Kant did not expect that the price of golden eagle that was made of gold to be so high.

It was much more valuable than simply selling gold.

After all, a bag of gold was only sold for 50,000 denars. If it was a golden eagle of the same weight, there would definitely be more than 50 of it in a bag. It was estimated to be at least 100 golden eagles could fill up the bag. This was equivalent to100,000 denars!

Just this week, Kant was preparing for the future.

He was prepared to personally go to the table salt trade this time.

After all, this was the first time that the central posthouse was open for trading!

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Chapter 284: Trade Caravan At the Posthouse

The large-scale table salt trade involved a terrifying amount of great silver coins.

Kant sold 400 bags of fine white salt at a price of 100 great silver coins per bag. In other words, it was a total of 40,000 great silver coins. Those merchants would have to use rattan baskets and carts to transport the great silver coins.

If they used goods, they would not be able to match the profits of table salt.

Other than spices, military supplies, or sweet sugar cubes, the other things were not worth the profits of salt at all.

No matter how good the iron, cloth, and farm tools were, they were all dispensable goods to the fine white salt with stunning profits. Although Kant did need it, and the merchants would prepare some in order to please Kant, they definitely would not prepare too much. If they prepared too much, they would only be able to exchange a bag of refined white salt for a full cart of goods.

This kind of situation was not worth it. It was a big taboo in business, so those merchants definitely would not bring too much. Therefore, the golden eagle, which could be paid in large amounts and had a wide audience in the upper-class society, came in handy.

One week was enough to deliver the news and transport the golden eagle.

Although the roads in the Dukedom of Leo were not all paved roads, the main roads connecting the northern, southern and eastern counties were paved with stone slabs to facilitate transportation.

Therefore, it was very convenient to gather the necessary golden eagles.

There was also the most crucial point.

In the transaction, one golden eagle was not equal to 100 great silver coins, but 150 great silver coins in the black market of the North County. This was an additional profit for the merchants, and they could be considered as the beneficiaries of the most basic currency exchange. n0𝓋ℯ𝑙𝗎𝑠𝑩.𝓬0𝐌

But the ultimate beneficiary would definitely be Kant.

As long as there was a golden eagle that could be exchanged for denars, that would be enough!

The Continent of Caradia would be able to provide him with an endless supply of various materials, including the Pendor caravan that had already set off, led by Joslin, and the Fangorn Forest caravan that Manid personally led.

All three trade routes would give him rich returns and a wonderful prospect waiting for him.

For example, in the Pendor Continent, Kant had Joslin bring the most valuable gold.

This kind of precious metal was also something that the Pendor Continent fond of, and could be exchanged for a lot of denars. Of course, now that he thought about it, it was not very cost-effective. However, if it was converted into a golden eagle and sold to the Pendor Continent, the denar that was exchanged for was still more valuable than the Caradia!

The system's exchange was based on the exchange of the Continent of Caradia. The method of exchange was to exchange with Joslin's nephew, the new leader of the trade caravan. It was like trading gold with denar.

If the Continent of Pendor was cleared, then they would trade with the trade caravan over there.

The price was naturally different.

As for the Fangorn Forest trade caravan that Manid led, Kant did not know what the ents needed, so he asked Manid to bring some gold, as well as water element, earth element gemstones, and negative energy gemstones. These were fantasy items.

When these two trade caravans returned, everything would be revealed.

Kant would enter a new era of glory!

But at this time, Kant had already arranged the troops. They were led by 10 Swadian royal knights, 100 Swadian knights, and 40 newly recruited desert bandits this week to the central posthouse.

The camel caravan made up of 50 camels was ready and loaded with fine white salt.

"Lord Kant."

Firentis stood in front of the city gate and urged Kant. "Please be careful this time."

"I know.", Kant nodded.

Rolf, as the leader of the central posthouse, had already sent desert bandits to report the situation. He said that a large number of trade caravans had gathered in the direction of the posthouse and were waiting for trading.

At the same time, there were also unfamiliar troops like the guards of the trade caravan. It was possible that they had ulterior motives.

Kant, on the other hand, was quite relaxed.

He waved his hand and officially led the group forward.

40 desert bandits acted as scouts and spread out to scout the way.

10 Swadian royal knights were safely protecting Kant. Behind him were 100 Swadian knights. If they encountered enemies, they would probably be easily dealt with with with a charge.

The camel caravan made up of 50 camels walked slowly, but at a constant speed, they were not far behind Kant and the others.

It would take about a day and a half to get from Oasis Lookout to the central posthouse.

They would arrive just in time for the weekend morning.

There was time.

There was nothing to do.

After resting a few times to avoid the midday heat and the cold of the night, they soon arrived at the desert plain where the central posthouse was located. The posthouse in the middle was already visible.

The rising sun dispelled the chill of the night. It was just early in the morning.

Kant rode on his horse at the top of the Dune.

Looking at the posthouse in the distance, he could already see a group of trade caravan tents being set up on the south side not far away.

The bonfire was not extinguished yet.

Many trade caravans were still making breakfast.

Wisps of smoke appeared in the sky above the desert. It did not look like a desolate place without people. Instead, it was a gathering place where a groups of traveling trades caravan rested together. The scene was incompatible with the desolate environment of the Nahrin Desert.

Kant's arrival caused a commotion.

Especially the caravan full of sacks, which was urged by 10 civilians with whips, attracted the attention of the trade caravan.

Many merchants did not have time to eat breakfast. They started to move and crowded in the direction of the posthouse. Because the desert bandits were armed with spears, they did not dare to approach. Instead, they eagerly looked forward to Kant and the caravan's arrival.

To them, that represented denar and the expensive golden eagle!

The posthouse also discovered the arrival of Kant and the others.

Rolf led the three royal knights and ten Sarrandian horsemen to personally welcome them.

When they saw Kant, they quickly dismounted and bowed respectfully. "Lord Kant, why are you here in person? We might encounter danger here. I even warned Firentis about it."

"I requested to come."

Kant chuckled and stretched out his hand to support him. "Get up. Let's go to the posthouse and chat."

"Yes.", Rolf immediately got back on his horse and gently knocked on the horse's belly as he led the group.

The merchants were even more eager.

When they saw Kant coming over, they all waved their hands.

"Baron Kant, here. We are a trade caravan from the South County territory. We hope to talk to you!"

"Lord! Lord Kant! We are from the South County. The leader of our trade caravan wishes to establish a friendly relationship with you. If possible, can we speak with you alone?"

"Baron Kant, we are from the East County. We are also here with friendly intentions. We wish to speak with you!"

However, Kant did not care about them.

Instead, Rolf reined in his horse and rode over, he waved his horsewhip and rebuked, "All of you, shut up. Lord Kant's journey here has been very tiring. He needs to rest. If you continue to make noise, then you will be disqualified from this trade. If you are not satisfied, then all future trade will be cancelled. If you don't believe me, you can try!"

His words were very effective. Immediately, the shouts of the merchants weakened and became completely silent.

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Chapter 285: Upcoming Negotiations

No one could go against money.

Moreover, the merchants who had come here were mainly probing.

The noble families behind them had asked them to come, in order to establish a relationship with Kant and establish friendly trade. Without exception, they all planned to spend money and asked to talk alone with Kant.

If they were to be disqualified from this trade, or even their future trading qualifications, they would be skinned alive by the noble families behind them if they went back with empty hands.

This was the early stage.

It was barely a matter of cooperation based on benefits.

As for after they understood Kant's actual situation, the hidden rules of the noble families would begin to devour Kant's industry. At that time, they would not have to worry too much and they would just have to eat in a less ugly manner.

But now, they still needed to maintain a certain degree of friendliness.

There was also competition among the nobles.

If there really was a mistake, they would also not mind setting their political enemies and dragged them down.

These merchants were all low-level errands, and in reality, they did not have much power, so each of them obediently chose to be quail. For a time, there was complete silence, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Moreover, Kant was no longer the same as before.

His character, which was so benevolent to the point of cowardice, was only used to hide the prying eyes of others.

Now, he had regained his strength.

There was no need for him to continue pretending!

Just like a week ago, those two merchants who dared to cross Kant's bottom line and incited many trade caravans to attempt to attack the posthouse, even if they had the backing of the Lord of the North County, Viscount Wayne, and the noble family of the South County, who had been there for a hundred years, were still killed as he wished.

These merchants saw that and were even more fearful.

Rolf was also not considered a good person.

The combination of the two was very effective in shutting them up.

When they returned to the central posthouse, the ten Swadian footmen immediately opened the door with their shields and greeted respectfully, "My lord, Welcome to the posthouse again."

"Mm.", Kant nodded and instructed, "Unload all the salt from the caravan."

"Understood."

The ten light footmen immediately nodded.

After gathering more than 50 desert bandits, they immediately began to unload the sacks filled with white salt.

The sacks looked like gray flesh worms, but as they were being unloaded and piled up, the merchants gathered at the southern side of the posthouse widened their eyes. Looking at those sacks, their eyes were filled with extreme shock, they could not help but swallow their saliva, their eyes filled with greed.

That was a total of 400 sacks of fine white salt. In terms of price, it was worth 80,000 great silver coins!

Not to mention small merchants like them.

Even the hundred-year-old noble families in the Dukedom of Leo's Southern County would breathe heavily when they saw the fine white salt that was worth so many great silver coins. Compared to the transportation and procurement costs, the profit was almost as much as 100% !

The trade of table salt was a huge profit!

Otherwise, the 100-year-old noble families would not have banded together to form a trade caravan to go to the Dwarf Kingdom to purchase table salt. Then, they would go through a lot of trouble to transport it back at the risk of being plundered.

After all, it was not easy to go to the Dwarf Kingdom. n0𝓋ℯ𝑙𝗎𝑠𝑩.𝓬0𝐌

There were not many human kingdoms were on the way.

There were also wilderness and wastelands, where many evil alien races lived.

Similar to Jackalan, they were bloody and barbaric, uncivilized, bloodthirsty and barbaric races!

As a result, the price of salt in the human countries was extremely high. Only noble families, landlords, and merchants could enjoy this seasoning. Ordinary civilians could only eat some salt occasionally, and ordinary poor people were not qualified to eat salt at all!

This could not be helped. In the feudal era, the average life expectancy of civilians and poor people was less than 35 years old.

No one cared whether they ate salt or not.

Even if they ate salt, it was just low-quality salt.

It was the sour and astringent rock salt produced in some small salt mines underground and in ravines. These rock salt only had very little salty taste.

As long as one had some status, they would not eat it. After all, there was no way to purify and remove impurities. Eating too much of this rock salt would cause irreversible damage to the kidneys. People would really die!

Of course, the poor did not care if they died or not.

In any case, very few of them could live past the age of 45.

Kant did not care about this. People were born, aged, sick, and died. If he cared so much, he could not control it either. It was enough as long as he took care of the civilians in his own estate.

After taking a short rest, Kant said, "Let those nobles enter the posthouse. I will talk to them personally."

"Understood."

Rolf nodded.

Kant had brought ten royal knights with him. Together with the three royal knights who had stayed at the posthouse beforehand, the security was absolutely tight. Moreover, there were his Sarrandian horsemen and the desert bandits outside. It was no problem to prevent these merchants from causing trouble.

It was estimated that even if the hundreds of merchants and trade caravan guards were added together, they would not be a match for these thirteen royal knights.

After all, these were the royal knights at the pinnacle of grand knights!

Following Kant's orders, the entire posthouse was tidied up.

After breakfast, the cavalries put away their tents, extinguished the bonfire, and urged their horses to slowly gallop around the surroundings. They gradually warmed up their warhorse, returning it to its peak status of being able to charge during the day.

The spears in their hands were tightly gripped, and the scimitars were at their waists. All of them were in high spirits.

The noble families were all very observant.

All of them were deep in thought.

Kant's background and the princess of the Silver Platter Kingdom, Sofia, were not some secret information. Although these information were sealed, people were all whispering to each other, which made the story even more exaggerated and more eye-catching.

At least the friction between the Silver Platter Kingdom and the Dukedom of Leo had always existed.

After waiting for a moment, Rolf walked out, his fierce face had a hint of malevolence. "Be quiet. Now, each trade caravan will send a representative to enter this posthouse to discuss the transaction with Baron Kant. No weapons or guards are allowed. At the same time, no rude actions are allowed. If we find out...", Rolf paused for a moment, but his tone became even more stern. "Then I will make you sleep forever in an unknown sandpit in the desert!"

The merchants all nodded in agreement, but they did not dare to say anything more, afraid that their tone would offend this scoundrel noble who had no bottom line. At that time, the losses would not be worth the gains.

Even the new trade caravan had been notified in advance and obediently followed the rules.

Although there were also many merchants of higher status inside.

However, looking at the scimitars and spears that flashed with a glaring light, the desert bandits and Sarrandian horsemen who were eyeing them like tigers watching their prey. They all understood in their hearts that if they wanted to make a fortune here, they had to first show their respect.

The posthouse was opened, and the group of merchants walked into the hall.

Kant was sitting at the main seat of the long table, and there were four royal knights in full plate armor on each side.

Their entire bodies were shining with silver light, and they were more dazzling than the ordinary knights in chain armors.

Their strength was naturally stronger!

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Chapter 286: Advantages Brought By Monopoly

The merchants were trembling in fear and panic.

It was no wonder that anyone would find a row of Sarrandian horsemen in fine chain armor and holding scimitars standing by the wall at the edge of the hall. Their hearts could not help but tremble.

But they had no choice. No one wanted to give up on this table salt trade. They could only brace themselves and bow to Kant.

"It's a great pleasure to meet you, your Lordship!"

These merchants appeared extremely humble.

"Mm.", Kant nodded. He did not even move from his seat. He accepted their bow calmly and said lightly, "All of you, sit down. There are many people here. Those without seats, stand."

His established his identity.

As a baron, these humble merchants were not of the same noble class as him.

Even if they were not prepared and did not receive him, the group of merchants did not dare to say anything. Instead, they looked at each other and discussed in low voices, letting the merchants who had a high-ranking noble behind them sit down first.

The merchants were also classified also based on class and status.

As for the small merchants and ordinary merchants, they could only stand and watch with smiles on their faces.

However, there were only 30 people who could enter.

Apart from the 10 people who sat on both sides of the long table in the posthouse hall and smiled respectfully at Kant, the other 20 people stood at the end of the long table and listened quietly.

It was obvious that some people wanted to eat meat, while others wanted to drink soup. They had already discussed this when they entered the posthouse.

Kant saw this, but he didn't care.

As long as he could sell his salt, it would be fine. He didn't care who could buy it or sell it.

Rolf also stood behind the door.

Although he did not know much about business, he came to this hall to protect the Lord Kant's safety and to prevent anything unusual from happening outside the posthouse. When the time came, he could also be in the middle of the operation so that he would let the cavalries on warhorses to react quickly. These cavalries were riding in guard secretly and waiting for orders.

He was a noble and a vicious bandit leader, so he had a deep understanding of the cunning of the noble and the merchants, as well as the lives of the bandits.

Better to be safe than sorry!

However, in the hall, Kant was relaxed, discussing the table salt trade with these merchants with a normal expression.

There was no need to talk too much nonsense, Kant, who had already taken the initiative, said directly, "I have 400 bags of refined white salt, each bag is 100 great silver coins, and can be supplied every week. I guarantee that after a month, the weekly supply will reach 1000 bags, I don't know which one of you can eat it!"

"This...", the merchants looked at each other and stared at each other. None of them could answer. They just stared at Kant and the familiar companions around them in a daze, looking a little stunned.

How could he reveal his trump cards so simply and rudely in a business trade.

But Kant looked at them with a slightly mocking smile on his lips.

He knocked on the table and said indifferently, "If any of you feel that it is unacceptable, you can leave this desert. If any of you feel that you can cooperate, then set the rules. 100 great silver coins per bag of table salt, neither high nor low."

"Uh... this price..."

A businessman tentatively said, "If the production is too high, the Dukedom of Leo will not be able to digest it. Do you also want this price? I think maybe we can lower it..."

"Hehe.", Kant laughed and did not hide his ridicule. n0𝗏𝓮𝗅𝒰𝓈𝗯.𝗰0𝓂

He looked at him and said indifferently, "It is 100 great silver coins per bag. If you feel that it is too expensive, you can leave. I know better than you how the table salt trade is like. All the creatures in the human countries and the wild tribes like these white and flowery goods. Buy them if you want, but if you don't want it...", he stretched out his hand and made a gesture. "There is no need to waste your breath in this posthouse."

"This... this...", the merchants were even more stunned.

Kant, on the other hand, was at ease.

This was the advantage of a monopoly. As the monopoly party, the rules were set by him.

No matter how harsh the rules were or how stingy he was, the advantage of a monopoly was always in his hands.

These merchants wanted to make money?

Then they had to pinch their noses and choose to follow Kant's simple and overbearing rules!

However, Kant did give them a way out. In fact, the table salt trade of the human countries might be 200 great silver coins per bag, but if it was during the season of salt panic, 400 great silver coins would still be available.

After all, the trade caravan that transported salt to and from the Dwarf Kingdom also needed several months. The journey was not safe either.

If something unexpected happened and they were delayed for a month or two, the noble families and great merchants would have to spend a lot of money to purchase fine white salt if they wanted to hold a banquet. Especially the southern and eastern counties, which were prosperous due to trade, were generally extravagant and wasteful, every banquet would waste a whole sack of table salt, they were the big consumers of this type of table salt!

Currently, Kant only had 400 bags of table salt, which could at most be used by the Dukedom of Leo for less than half a month. After all, in order to kill time, the noble families held banquets every day.

In addition, there was the tradition of giving the elite troops table salt as an additional bonus, which increased the consumption of table salt.

Even 1,000 bags of table salt were nothing in the entire Dukedom of Leo.

If they were scattered in the human countries...

It would be even more pitifully scare!

Otherwise, there would not be endless trade caravans going to the Dwarf Kingdom, risking the dangers of the wilderness to carry out the table salt trade. It would be earned by a large amount of great silver coins!

Now, there was no need to risk their lives.

There was also no need to waste too much time, and they could easily obtain a large amount of refined white salt.

Hence, the monopoly of salt trade would bring Kant a huge profit!

"Your lordship! Our trade caravan is willing to cooperate! Willing to cooperate!"

"That's right, your lordship, our trade caravan is also willing to listen to your arrangements!"

The merchants immediately reacted.

One by one, they stood up and bowed respectfully to Kant, each of them extremely deferential.

"These 400 bags of white salt are the goods for this trade. You can share them.", Kant's expression was still a little mocking, and there was no sign of shyness, he was still sitting in his seat and said calmly, "If you can use the golden eagle to trade, then use the golden eagle to trade. I am a person who is afraid of trouble. If you use the golden eagle to trade, you can pay it according to the price of the black market."

"Thank you, your lordship, for your kindness!"

"Your lordship is really very kind!"

"Your lordship, your kindness has made us ashamed!"

The merchants were instantly overjoyed.

If they were to purchase table salt according to the price of the black market, the profit would be multiplied by several times!

They did not care what Kant wanted the golden eagle for. After all, it was a kind of currency. Although it was high-grade, they had brought quite a lot of it this time. Each trade caravan shared the expenses of the golden eagle, so they could completely swallow this batch of fine white salt!

However, while they were discussing, a desert bandit walked in quickly.

"Lord Kant, Lord Rolf."

He first bowed, then reported solemnly, "We found an unfamiliar cavalry troop in the south. There are about 600 people. It seems... they are not friendly!"

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Chapter 287: Merchants' Desperate Pleas

After hearing the report from the desert bandits, many merchants in the hall turned their heads to look at Kant.

It was an unfamiliar army with ill intentions.

They would not believe that the troop had nothing to do with the table salt trade. Perhaps some noble was dissatisfied with Kant obtaining the table salt and wanted to come here to show off their might!

This was often the old noble families' way of intimidating the new noble families.

It was also applicable now.

Think about the noble families who once operated the table salt for the dwarves. Because of the appearance of table salt in the desert, it affected their business. Both sides were basically competitors now, and they did not ease up at all. They were competitors with direct conflicts of profit!

However, Kant's table salt in the desert was more profitable.

It was closer to the human countries, and it was more convenient to transport. Furthermore, the taste was not bad, and the production was increasing day by day. It was destined to attack the conservative market where the old noble families controlled the table salt for the dwarf.

It would be strange if there was no reaction when their important way to make money that was used to maintain the family was cut off!

Now, these merchants looked at Kant.

At the same time, they were testing him.

They were merchants. The so-called honor and dignity were not as tempting as the profits. Therefore, they could humbly express their obedience to Kant because they did not understand Kant's true strength.

Now, they might be able to see it.

Someone came to provoke them, flaunting their strength, and used force to intimidate Kant, the baron who was about to rise up.

No matter how Kant responded, they would get the answer they wanted.

But if they were defeated, the final outcome would definitely not be friendly. These merchants would still maintain their obedience, but the next time they came, the trade caravan's guards would be more and more elite, at that time, these merchants would take back their previous subservience with interest and become even more arrogant than a noble!

But to Kant, his expression was calm, but his eyes flashed with ridicule.

He was not a baron who was about to rise up.

He was the lord of the Nahrin Desert who had already risen up!

Facing the probing gazes of these merchants, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His disdain and ridicule were obvious. He did not explain too much. He only instructed faintly, "Rolf, you handle it."

"Understood!"

Rolf immediately nodded behind the door.

"Handle it beautifully.", Kant continued.

As if he had thought of something, he instructed Rolf, "Don't kill all of them. We still need to increase the production of our salt mines. We're very short of salt-digging slaves. Since they're here, let's stay and see if they're qualified for this job."

"Got it.", Rolf had a ferocious smile on his face. "They are very qualified for this job."

Kant nodded and waved his hand lightly. "Go."

"Everyone, follow me!"

Rolf bowed respectfully and issued an order in a muffled voice.

The 50 Sarrandian horsemen who were originally standing by the wall in the hall immediately rushed out, including the three Swadian royal knights beside Kant, as well as the cavalries that quickly gathered in the tent outside.

The entire central posthouse seemed to have become a military station for the deployment of troops, and this cavalry force was gathering.

120 Sarrandian horsemen.

220 desert bandits.

And the 3 royal knights personally led by Rolf!

The total number of troops was only 350, but their combat strength was considered to be at the elite level, especially the 3 royal knights who possessed extraordinary strength and belonged to the grand knight level. How could they be compared to the ordinary cavalry?

Even the 120 Sarrandian horsemen were qualified to be vassal knights to the ordinary noble!

But those merchants did not know.

They could not imagine how powerful these cavalries were.

After all, there were a total of 600-men unfamiliar troops. If they were to go crazy, it was not impossible to slaughter them all in this desert.

They merchants did have the trade caravan guards.

However, these trade caravan guards could at most disperse some ordinary marauders and bandits.

Fighting against these 600 absolutely ferocious cavalries were definitely courting death!

Hence, the merchants began to discuss animatedly.

They whispered to each other with a hint of anxiety in their tone. Their gazes towards Kant also became more direct. After all, Kant only needed 10 strange-looking knights and 10 ordinary sword-shield footmen to protect him.

They were talking about the Swadian royal knights and theSwadian footmen.

Kant's face was calm.

The disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth was still there.

Looking at them whispering to each other as if they were discussing something, he slowly picked up the silver cup that was prepared for him on the table and sipped the date palm sugar water in it, he said indifferently, "If you don't mind, I would like to invite everyone to the roof of the posthouse to enjoy a farce."

"This... But... those cavalries...", the merchants looked at each other, but they seemed unwilling and anxious to leave.

"Come with me."

Kant didn't give them a chance to choose.

He drank the sugar water in the silver cup in one gulp, stood up and walked towards the stairs of the posthouse.

"Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh –"

The sound of a longsword being unsheathed rang out.

The actions of the 10 Swadian footmen were very rude. Their gazes were fixed on these merchants, and they were extremely unfriendly.

However, the royal knights were much more elegant. Each and every one of them lifted up the full plate armor on their faces. Looking at these merchants and stretching out their hands, they smiled and said in a tone that could not be rejected, "Gentlemen, please."

"This... this... this..."

The merchants were even more hesitant.

They were all frightened and looked at each other. They saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

No one followed Kant's footsteps. n0𝓋𝑬𝓵𝑢𝗌𝓑.𝑐0𝚖

They were all afraid. If Kant took them hostage to negotiate with the unfamiliar troop , it would be terrible to them.

That 600 cavalries troop that belonged to unknown noble family was a problem. However, according to the internal rules of the Dukedom of Leo, the bandit groups that ran amok had the support of the noble forces behind them. If they were taken hostage, it would really make the familiar troop hesitate.

Although there were fights between the noble families, there were definitely alliances, such as alliances through marriages. Now that the cavalry troop had quickly arrived at this posthouse. If the unfamiliar troop belonged to the enemy noble families and wanted to destroy this trade, they would definitely slaughtered by the troop!

Regardless of whether they went up or not, these merchants felt their hearts tremble.

A sense of despair appeared in everyone's hearts.

"Gentlemen."

A royal knight opened his mouth and said with a grave tone, "Please don't let Baron Kant wait for too long, is that alright?"

The ten Swadian footmen also looked at these merchants with covetous eyes. The spatha swords in their hands flickered with a cold light. Coupled with those slightly unfriendly eyes, it was estimated that the moment they vetoed it, they would rush over to chop these merchants up!

"Yes... yes..."

The merchants nodded their heads in despair and walked towards the stairs.

Soon, they reached the top floor.

Kant was standing at a corner and looking towards the south.

The group of merchants were trembling as they walked over. They were also looking at the wind and sand in the south, as well as the cavalries riding on warhorses that were moving towards them at a constant speed amidst the yellow dust.

They were all wrapped in linen robes, and the warhorses were also covered in linen robes.

These were sun-proof breathable clothes.

However, one could still see the faintly discernible mail armor on the bodies of the riders. The mail armor that appeared along with the galloping of the warhorse, coupled with the longsword in their hands, and the long lance hanging by the side of the warhorse, were clearly elite-looking!

They were definitely at the level of knight attendants!

Their well-trained appearance made these merchants suck in a breath of cold air!

Knight attendants.

They were basically valiant horsemen who had received knight training.

From a young age, they had been trained in horsemanship, spear arts, swordsmanship, and close combat. They also had a part-time job to learn the etiquette of the noble.

Basically, the troops formed by these knight attendants were the basic strength of the knights that formed the Knight Corps. They were also the main force that the noble led the troops to battle. They were also the backbone of the battle sequence of the Dukedom of Leo!

Whether a country was strong or not depended on how many knights there were and how many knight attendants they could gather.

If a knight died in battle, then the knight attendants would be able to replace them.

As for those noble families that had lived for hundreds of years, their strength could also be measured by their knight attendants.

Powerful noble families would always be able to train a large number of excellent and elite knight attendants as their own strength. They would fight for themselves in all directions and achieve outstanding results in the Dukedom of Leo's battle sequence.

Together with their own knights and grand knights, they would form a complete cavalry unit!

The merchants were very knowledgeable.

Right now, their legs were trembling. They even felt the urge to pee between their legs. They were so scared that they were about to pee!

"This... This is... This is... an army formed by knight attendants!"

"Not good... those are knight attendants... They are the army of high-ranking noble..."

"Your lordship... you have offended... who have you offended..."

The merchants were all speaking with trembling voices.

Their eyes were wide open, and their eyes were filled with despair.

The 600 knights' attendants were fully armed as they charged towards this posthouse. That terrifying might was about to destroy their confidence. There were even quite a number of merchants from the small noble families who had already felt their entire bodies go limp. They had to support each other in order to stand still.

The despair in their eyes could not be erased. They really felt that they were going to die.

They guessed the conclusion.

This was clearly a high-ranking noble who wanted to destroy Kant's faction!

How could it be that they had come with ill intentions? Out of the 600 knight attendants, there would definitely be 30 knights. There might even be peak-level knights. As long as they were enlightened by the grand knight, they would be able to comprehend the existence of extraordinary powers.

How could this be an ill intention.

This was like the declaration of a war!

"Silence."

Kant had a smile on his face as he turned his head slightly to look at the terrified merchants behind him. The mockery on the corner of his mouth became even more intense. "Knight attendants? Oh, could it be that in your opinions, they are the strongest?"

The merchants were unable to answer. They were already breathing rapidly as they watched the troops formed by the knight attendants getting closer and closer.

Their expressions were also becoming more and more desperate.

Kant shook his head.

There was nothing much to say to this group of useless merchants.

Standing at the same spot, looking at Rolf leading the cavalry to welcome them, he took the silver cup handed over by the light footman beside him. He took a sip of the warm sugar water in it and said calmly, "The banquet has begun."

Beside him, the Swadian royal knight encouraged himself and blew the item that Kant had just handed to him.

A dull, long horn sounded.

"Woo –"

Chapter 288: Tactics of the Desert Bandits

The bugle horn was blown.

A dull and long sound was heard in the desert.

This was Kant's order. The cavalries, who had already lined up neatly, began to move along with the long bugle horn. Horse hooves came in waves as they charged into the flat desert.

Rolf personally led 120 Sarrandian horsemen, holding their scimitars tightly with solemn expressions.

The 220 lightly armored desert bandits had already pounced forward, like sparrows flying in the sky, or a wolf pack scattered in all directions, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The Sarrandan people were familiar with the desert from the soul.

They were the race that lived in the desert to begin with.

They were the elites of the desert!

At the posthouse, the guards of the trade caravan were restless. Looking at the leader of the trade caravan who was at the top of the posthouse, they were all panicking, as if they had encountered a horse gang. They wanted to hide, but they did not dare to abandon the leader and leave.

Even when they saw Rolf leading the cavalries to resist, they still felt uneasy.

This included the merchants on the rooftops.

Everyone could see the fighting strength of both sides.

Rolf was indeed brutal, just like a bandit leader, but this did not represent his fighting strength!

The 600 fully armed, mail armor-clad, and well-trained elite knight attendants, along with the knights who led the team as commanders, they could easily wipe out the same number of horse gangs!

The regular army was an elite force that could crush the bandit groups.

On the contrary, Rolf's army was made up of a large number of desert bandits who were the pitiful light cavalry in leather armors.

In the Dukedom of Leo's combat sequence, only the poorest and most impoverished noble families would use these cavalries. Only the guards of the trade caravan would be equipped with such defensive equipment.

Although leather armor had a certain defensive effect, it was extremely limited.

Despite bandits and horse thieves with noble backgrounds would not have a set of mail armor each, but they still had two layers of mail armor. How could the the light cavalry unit led by Rolf compared to them? The defensive equipment of Rolf's troop was so pitiful that they could not bear to look at it.

Even if there were 120 Sarrandian horsemen, but it was still very few of them.

If they were to clash with the knight attendants, they would be crushed on the spot!

These merchants' hearts were beating rapidly.

Looking at Kant, who had his back to them and was still holding a silver cup, their gazes were very unfriendly.

They could already guess that these cavalries were Kant's capital. Perhaps in the Nahrin Desert, if they were careful, they could completely defend the Oasis Lookout and this posthouse. But if they were to fight against the strong opponents, they would definitely lose everything.

An army of 600 knight attendants could already be considered as the regular army of the Dukedom of Leo.

These merchants had different thoughts from Kant.

They looked at Kant with hatred in their eyes.

The previous groveling and the fear were all reasons for these merchants to hate Kant.

As long as Kant lost his army as a support, the noble families behind these merchants would extend their hands into this desert. For example, these merchants might be able to talk to those knight attendants because of the connection between the noble families.

If these knight attendants really killed them, then it would start a war between the noble families!

The salt mines in this desert could not be swallowed by a few noble families alone. it should only be a win-win situation.

But in this win-win situation, it definitely would not include Kant, the original lord of the Nahrin Desert.

The merchants looked at each other, and their breathing became heavier. They nodded to each other and understood the meaning in their eyes. Now that they were united, they realized that they were not afraid of these soldiers and Kant, instead, they had the confidence to unite and fight against Kant.

However, this was only their illusion. The royal knights and light footmen saw the merchants' small actions behind the scenes. They were expressionless, but their eyes were extremely vigilant.

If Kant gave the order, there would be a bloody storm on the roof.

They could do it.

However, Kant did not speak, nor did he give the order.

Shaking the red sugar water in the silver cup, the sweet feeling in his mouth had not dissipated. Looking at the dust and the horsemen in the distance, the smile on his lips remained.

Two cavalry units were approaching to each other.

The 600 cavalry units slowed down slowly, as if they had something to say.

However, the desert bandits, who were riding desert horses that were suitable for desert raids, continued to charge on the two wings and did not stop. They quickly flanked from both sides, bending their backs and holding the reins as they galloped.

Rolf led the Sarrandian horsemen to stop. The 120 people formed a three-line formation, holding a lance as they charged forward.

The tactics used by the two were different.

But they were closely linked!

This was the wolf pack tactic that the Sarrandian people learned when fighting against the Kujit people.

The scattered desert bandits were the wolf pack that lured and drove the enemy away. The Sarrandian horsemen who formed a charging formation was the wolf king that gave the final blow to the enemy and completely tore the enemy's throat apart!

There were not many of them, but their structure and their tactics were clear.

The centuries of conflict in the Continent of Caradia had long turned these people into war machines!

The 600 knight attendants slowed down.

They discovered the desert bandits that were charging and scattering on both sides.

However, they chose to ignore them because of their own strength. However, they still drew closer to each other and held their shields to guard their surroundings. They planned to continue forward and talk to the enemy cavalries that were standing still.

It was best to be able to deal with these enemies without bloodshed. They came here to intimidate others.

Countess Agatha's order was very clear.

Destroy Baron Kant's armed forces, control this young baron, and indirectly control the Nahrin desert.

As for the merchants who came here, if they dared to resist, then kill them all. If they didn't resist, then gather together with the surrendered Baron Kant's troops and bury them alive in the desert.

There was no need for them to appear in the Nahrin Desert as well as other forces.

The leaders were two grand knights.

The basic and middle-level commanders were 40 knights, while the rest were knight attendants.

This was the reliance of the gale mercenary group, which had once roamed the three counties of the Dukedom of Leo. They were usually quiet, but as long as there was a movement, they would appear and show their fangs.

The dark hands of the Countess of the East County, Agatha, had always been known for her bloody ruthlessness.

However, they had miscalculated.

Rolf had no intention of talking to them.

Nor did he have the intention to surrender because he was at a disadvantage.

Seeing that the other party had slowed down from 500 meters away, as if to show that they wanted to negotiate, the corners of Rolf's mouth curled up into a disdainful smile. The malevolence on his face became more and more intense, and the machete in his hand was raised high, spinning slightly.

This is an attack. Don't hold back!

An order to the desert bandits.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, –"

The horseshoes struck the sand.

There was a lot of weird noise.

Desert bandits galloped on both flanks, circling the 600 horsemen, neither too close nor too far, as if they were wolves and vultures waiting for an opportunity.

However, their equipment made the knights disguised as gale mercenary group smile mockingly.

What could these cavalries in leather armors do?

In close combat, these cavalries would be chased and massacred by these knights!

Their gale mercenary group wasn't undeserving of their reputation. They had once occupied a small border town in the Silver Platter Kingdom. The armed cavalries of the town's self defense team wore leather armor, but they were forcefully cut off by them and easily slaughtered.

The advantage of equipment was sometimes so terrifying that it could control the situation on the battlefield.

Moreover, they were cavalries!

But things did not go well as they expected.

It was just like they had encountered the invincible Swadian heavy cavalries, the extremely mobile Kujit archers on the grassland or the extremely strong armor-piercing Sarradian cavalries in the desert.

Don't use your original mindset to measure your opponent. It will be fatal on the battlefield!

Today, the desert bandits would teach this group of arrogant knight attendants, what exactly a tragedy looked like!

They quickly rode around these knight attendants and attacked, surrounding these them in a circle. After the warm-up on their desert horses, these desert bandits pulled out their short javelins from their backs.

The circle that they rode their horses in gradually compressed inward.

When they They slowly approached from a range of more than 50 meters.

finally reached a range of about 10 meters, both sides could see each other's faces.

The knight attendants narrowed their eyes.

In their panic, the kite shields in their hands were instantly raised.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh –"

The sound of air being torn apart was incessant.

Numerous black shadows instantly flew out from the ring-shaped formation of the desert bandits who were galloping on their horses.

The shadows were the short javelins that they had been holding in their hands.

They were heavily nailed onto the kite shields of the knight attendants.

"Dang dang dang dang dang –"

The muffled sounds of heavy blows were incessant, and the entire shield was pierced through by the thick and sturdy short javelins.

There were even some of them who were slightly slow, the short javelins that was hurled over at high speed nailed onto their helmets. The sharp tips of the javelins instantly pierced through the helmet, breaking the skulls and directly killing the unlucky knight attendants in one strike!

The circular shooting formation that was inspired the Kujit people became a simplified version of the javelins in the hands of the desert bandits.

However, the effect was still the same.

The lethality of the javelins became even stronger because of the javelins being hurled!

Javelins could break through the armors. n0𝐯𝓔𝑙𝓊𝓢𝚋.𝑪0𝗆

At close range, within 20 meters, these desert bandits used the inertia of their high-speed attacks to throw short javelins. As long as they hit the body, it would be fatal, and they could instantly finish off the opponent's terrifying weapon!

220 desert bandits, 4 short javelins per person.

In an instant.

The javelins were like rain, splashing onto the group of knight attendants who were caught off guard.

People shouted and horses neighed, and blood splattered everywhere!

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Chapter 289: Defeated In An Instant

Although the defense equipment of this group of desert bandits was ridiculously simple.

However, with the inertia brought about by the ring-shaped shooting formation, using the short javelin as the main means of attack, the lethality could be said to be extremely strong. If the enemies were arrogant and took it lightly, even the Swadian heavy cavalries would fall into their trap!

Not to mention these ordinary knight attendants.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh –"

The sound of air being torn apart continued.

The sturdy and sharp short javelins whizzed through the air along with the inertia.

The javelins were thrown as densely as the rain!

At the outermost periphery of the knight attendants, the knight attendants who were caught off guard kept falling off their horses in the dense shower of javelins. Even if someone reacted and subconsciously raised the kite shield, curling up on the horse's back, it was useless!

Those

who should be injured would still be injured, and those who should fall would still fall!

The javelins that were thrown in an instant stunned them.

They had once been invincible in the Dukedom of Leo. Even when they were besieged by the regular armies of other lords, they had never encountered such a strange but extremely lethal tactic in an instant. These rigid and dogmatic knight attendances had no way of reacting at all.

Even in the center, two grand knights were shouting them for defense and counterattack, but it was still ineffective.

These knight-level captain and knight attendants were all beaten up in the dense rain of javelins. They could not organize effective defense and counterattack at all. They could only raise their shields, curl up their bodies, and passively take the beating, hearing the miserable howls of their comrades around them and the neighing of the wounded warhorse, they gritted their teeth and endured the attacks.

Compared to the archers and crossbowmen's shooting, these short javelins were more lethal. Their bodies could withstand at least a dozen arrows or crossbows, but they definitely could not withstand two short javelins!

Moreover, the desert bandits were still running in circles around these knight attendants.

Some of the knights attendants made some strange movements.

One by one, the desert bandits threw the short pilum in their hands in an instant.

Relying on the inertia of the desert horse, the short javelin pierced through the wooden kite shield that was less than two centimeters at close range, leaving holes in it. It pierced through the mail armor and sank deep into the chest!

The short javelins had the effect of breaking armor. If thrown at close range, it could also break the shield!

This javelin storm lasted less than 3 minutes.

Each person had 4 short javelins. In a short 3 minutes, a total of 840 short javelins had been thrown out of the pilum.

"Wu –"

At the top of the posthouse in the distance, a dull and long horn sounded.

These desert bandits instantly turned from a pack of wolves into sparrows.

They immediately scattered their ring-shaped formation and shot out, fleeing in all directions without turning back. They were really like a flock of sparrows on a grain field. When they encountered danger, they would flee in all directions.

They would run after fighting, and retreat after taking advantage!

This was still a tactic that the Sarrandian people learned from the Kujit people.

And it was used by the desert bandits to carry forward and develop.

To be able to run rampant in the Sarrand Desert and rob the trade caravan, it was not only because of their brutal methods, but also because they were good at fighting wolf packs. They understood that when the enemy was tired, they would disturb them, and when the enemy advanced, they would retreat!

Just like now.

When it was time to retreat, to prevent the enemy from recovering and fighting back, they retreated very decisively!

They did not hesitate at all.

When the bandit groups were integrated into the regular army's combat sequence, they would play an even greater role as surprise troops.

Just like now, these knight attendants had finally recovered from the assault and lethality effects of the javelin rain. Subconsciously, they were still holding their broken kite-shaped shields, listening to the wailing sounds in their ears, and their eyes were blank.

They had not expected that in just three short minutes, they would encounter such an attack!

The outer circle was full of corpses.

The knight attendants, as well as their horses, all pierced through the javelins like hedgehogs.

The knight attendants who survived were also injured.

The unlucky ones were pierced through the chest and abdomen by the short javelins. Although they did not die, such serious injuries were enough to say goodbye to the world.

Even with the divine spell, there were very few who were fierce.

Not to mention that there were none.

600 knight attendants arrived in an aggressive manner. After wave after wave of javelins rained down, only 400 people were left on the spot. All of them were covered in dust and dirt as they listened to the gradually weakening wails. In the end, they looked around in a daze.

Looking at the desert bandits who gradually disappeared into the distance, hatred reappeared in their eyes.

Those were the enemies who had almost killed them!

"Kill!"

The two grand knights wore hoods and masks on their faces.

However, their eyes revealed an unconcealable killing intent!

In just a short moment, more than 200 knight attendants, including knights, had died in battle. It was the biggest loss in recent years and had left them with a lot of injuries. Even if they won this battle, they would still be considered as miserable survivors!

How could a bunch of trash in the desert compare to the knight attendants who had been trained for years!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" n0𝗏𝖾𝓛𝒰𝓈𝒷.𝑪0𝔪

The knight attendants urged their warhorses and charged forward with hatred.

They gripped their longsword tightly.

Their eyes were bloodshot, but before they had completely dispersed, the eyes of the knight attendants in the north suddenly showed shock and fear. For a moment, they actually restrained their warhorses and tried to defend on the spot!

It was Rolf, who was holding his scimitars high, leading 120 Sarrandian horseman to charge in front!

Their long lances were held straight and awe-inspiring, already aimed at the knights in front.

"Kill –"

Rolf shouted.

Behind him, the Sarrandian horsemen responded, and the three rows of charging formation were ready.

Under the gallop of the Sarrandian horses, the long lance under their armpits exceeded the horse's head by one meter. Following the strange soft sound of the horseshoe striking the sand, they were charging towards the enemy knights at an extremely fast speed.

The distance between the two sides was less than 50 meters in a short instant.

In fact, Rolf had already given the order to charge when the desert bandits had dispersed.

Now that the distance was less than 50 meters, no matter how the knight attendants urged the warhorses under them, they were unable to drive the warhorse to its fastest speed within this extremely short distance.

In other words, even if the two sides were to collide, they would be unable to do so.

They could only take the beating passively!

"Damn it!"

The two grand knights' bodies exploded with a red flame-like glow, and their extraordinary strength instantly erupted.

They rode their horses in front.

With the help of the seemingly solid extraordinary flames all over their bodies, they wanted to block the charge of Rolf and Sarrandian horsemen. After all, as grand knights, they could still resolve the crisis brought about by this charge even if they were injured.

They had to do this.

Otherwise, their cavalry that could not move would be charged by Rolf's cavalry unit.

The casualties would be a fatal blow that could not be reversed.

Perhaps they would all be wiped out!

However, their thoughts were very good, but reality did not allow them to react at all.

Right behind Rolf, three golden lights that also possessed extraordinary powers instantly exploded. They carried a gentle and lofty aura, just like the bloodline of the gods, carrying the might of the heavens.

The heavy armor-piercing lance that was close to five meters passed over Rolf.

Three Swadian royal knights appeared.

Their plate armor was covered with fine noble engravings.

However, these engravings, along with the golden light that covered their entire bodies, made them look awe-inspiring. They brought with them an imposing manner that made one's heart tremble. They instantly appeared in front of the two extraordinary grand knights. Before they could even react, they charged forward, the fist-sized lance had already missed the bodies of the two of them.

The golden light on the lance exploded, and the extraordinary power that was as red as blazing flames also erupted.

But the bodies of the two extraordinary grand knights had left the saddle beneath them.

Their entire faces were filled with shock and disbelief. They only felt a burning sensation in their chest and abdomen. Their entire bodies flew backwards swiftly. They lowered their heads to look at the fist-sized awl lance that was shimmering with golden light on their chests. Finally, their consciousness dissipated.

The golden light pervades, the entire person's abdomen and the head are swept by the searing heat, instant death!

"Kill — !"

Rolf did not stop his charge.

He looked at the two most powerful enemies have been dealt with, eyes with the crazy love of war and killing, laughing and shouting: "Kill them all!"

"Kaboom, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom –"

The sound of horse hooves suddenly became fierce.

Even the sand layer had been stepped on, causing the charge of the 120 Sarrandian horsemen to become even faster.

They pressed their lances forward.

The long lance carried inertia and pierced into the target's body in an instant.

As if having the pleasure of a thousand miles in one go, the group of Sarrandian horsemen hammered heavily onto the knights who were still helpless and had yet to react. They were still watching in horror as their two leaders were easily killed.

Then, the Sarrandian horsemen passed through the gaps. The lance in their hands pierced through three people and four people before he threw it down.

They pulled out their heavy scimitars and slashed wantonly.

But it was the current situation.

The battle situation was set!

Even the desert bandits who had already dispersed returned with their scimitars raised. They were also like a pack of wolves trying to resist, but they were unusually futile and had lost their command. They were like headless flies as they slaughtered wantonly.

The knights attendants, who had already been defeated, could not even retaliate. They only knew how to escape.

They had paid the price for their arrogance.

The price of blood!

"Wu –"

A dull horn sounded at the top of the posthouse not far away.

The massacre had finally stopped.

Corpses littered the ground, warhorse fleeing in all directions, as well as the knights attendants kneeling on the ground, begging for their lives.

With extraordinary powers, the two leaders, who were also the grand knights, were directly killed. The entire gale mercenary group was caught off guard and was directly defeated by a wave of charge. The remaining 300 or so people had completely lost their will to fight.

The creed that they had once taught with the honor of a noble had long been thrown to god knows where along with countless dark deeds.

They surrendered very cleanly.

When they had the upper hand, they could unleash their divine might and massacre.

But when they were at an absolute disadvantage and were massacred wantonly by the enemy, they could also choose to surrender without hesitation.

The remaining 300 or so people threw away their weapons.

Kneeling on the ground with their hands raised high, their dazed and terrified eyes were filled with the desire to live.

There were also doubts that came from the bottom of their hearts.

They really could not imagine why, in a short period of time, they, who had once roamed the Dukedom of Leo, were defeated by a group of simple and sparse enemies until they were completely annihilated. The remaining people did not even dare to escape and could only surrender, they could only surrender in a tragic manner.

They could not figure it out. They were just like the merchants at the top of the posthouse who were completely silent. They were staring with their mouths agape at the battle that had happened in a short span of ten minutes. It had ended so easily.

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Chapter 290: Trade Caravan That Returned In Shock

That's right, these merchants really couldn't figure it out.

The main force formed by the fearless knight attendants was completely annihilated in front of their eyes, turning into corpses littered on the ground, as well as pitiful captives that were trampled on their dignity and miserably beaten.

They didn't know that this was the mature tactical system of the Continent of Caradia.

Cavalry formed by a group of knights attendants.

When they were in a dense traditional formation, they had the strongest attack effect!

For example, the Kingdom of Swadia had once suffered such a loss.

This was because the traditional battle tactics of the iron cavalry of Swadia were like this. Once on the plains, they worked together with footmen and crossbowmen and were almost invincible, destroying all the enemies.

But in the Kujit grassland, they suffered a great loss.

The light-armored Kujit bow cavalry was responsible for luring and attacking, causing the formation of the traditional cavalry to be scattered in the pursuit.

And just when the formation could not be restored and had completely scattered, the final attack arrived.

The Kujit cavalry responsible for close combat showed up.

The dense formation of the traditional charging formation easily defeated the cavalry that was already scattered in the formation. In this battle of pursuing and being pursued, the Kujit cavalry became the victor, killing the individual cavalry that could not resist.

Even if there were cavalry that could escape, they would not be able to escape from the archers and cavalry that were dressed in light clothes and had fast horses and sharp arrows.

Simply using the horizontal push mode of charging side by side was not completely suitable for such a vast area.

Moreover, these 600 knight attendants were arrogant.

They were destined to die! n0𝑣𝑒𝒍𝑢𝕊𝒷.𝕔0𝗆

"Boys, tie them all up and collect the spoils of war!"

Rolf shouted and got the desert bandits to jump off the desert horses. He used linen ropes to throw away the weapons and captured all the knights and servants who were holding their heads in their hands.

Countless weapons and armors were seized. Warhorses and dead bodies were gathered together.

Weapons, armors, and living warhorses could be kept and sold.

As for the dead bodies of warhorses, they could be used as food for the captives. They could also be smeared with table salt and made into dried meat in the shade. They could be used as food.

Actually, eating the horse meat was not a huge psychological burden for them.

They could eat anything they could live on.

The cruel war situation on the Continent of Caradia had trained these soldiers to be as terrifying as butchers.

This included those corpses that had been turned into hedgehogs by the short javelins and skewered into candied haws by the long lances. Their bodies were covered in blood and the smell of blood was extremely strong. They did not feel uncomfortable at all and casually arranged themselves into long rows and threw them to the side.

As for their own short javelins, this was a standard weapon that could not be given up.

As long as they looked intact, they would pull them out from the corpses and casually wipe them with a linen cloth before putting them back into their backpacks.

As for the dirty blood and the like, they did not really care.

At worst, they could go back and wash up properly.

Seeing that the battle situation had calmed down, the job of cleaning up the battlefield was also taken care of by the desert bandits. After Rolf had finished making the arrangements, he brought the Sarrandian horsemen back with him. All of them were in high spirits, and they looked as if they had returned triumphantly.

They were indeed the victors. There was no way to refute this.

The entire posthouse was completely silent.

It was as if if Rolf and the others had been disturbed, they would be severely punished.

The guards and helpers of the trade caravan who had been watching the battle in a panic, ready to escape at any time, now subconsciously stopped what they were doing. They stared blankly at Rolf and the others returning triumphantly, their eyes filled with fear.

This was a fear that did not exist in the past.

Originally, they only had fear of Rolf daring to kill. They absolutely did not have the respect out of the fear!

The glory brought by the victor.

Even on the top of the posthouse, the eyes of the merchants, who were staring blankly at all of this, were filled with respect and shock, especially when they looked at Kant. Each and every one of them recalled the information they had heard before, and they were all deep in thought.

They could see everything from the top of the posthouse.

They could clearly see how to win and how to defeat the enemy.

At the same time, they subconsciously looked at the remaining 10 Swadian royal knights by Kant's side.

Then, they turned their heads to look at the stairwell. The three royal knights who were covered in blood who were following Rolf up quickly gulped and immediately wore a humble and subservient smile.

These people might be grand knights who had grasped extraordinary powers.

Although they guessed that it was impossible for all of them to grasp it, they were certain that the three of them had grasped the extraordinary power!

They were just a group of merchants.

They were the first ones to scout the way and were considered abandoned merchants.

The reason why they could come here now was because they were close and could react quickly. That was why they were sent by the various noble families to deal with Kant. Even if there were any accidents, they would not feel distressed.

That was why they understood that their so-called backers were not that reliable.

To Kant, to Rolf, and to these three extraordinary grand knights, it was right to maintain the deepest deference.

This was their survival principle.

However, these merchants could not imagine that the 13 Swadian royal knights in front of them were really grand knights who had grasped extraordinary powers. Moreover, they were at the peak of grand knights. If Kant wanted to, he could even confer more royal knights. Then, the number of Kant's grand knight would be more than the entire Dukedom of Leo and the entire Silver Plate Kingdom combined!

Perhaps these merchants had already made some guesses in their hearts when they saw that the equipment of these royal knights were all plate armor. However, they would not take such guesses seriously. They would just give up after thinking about it once.

After all, 13 extraordinary grand knights were enough to influence the political situation of the Dukedom of Leo.

If this Baron Kant really had them...

Why would he be exiled to the Nahrin Desert, which had such a tragic environment? After all, they did not discover any salt mines at that time!

They had a myriad of thoughts.

However, the humbleness on their faces was even more intense.

Kant shook the sugar water in his silver cup. His back was still facing them as he said calmly, "It's over."

"Yes, it's over."

Rolf was the first to report, "The enemy has lost 284 people and captured 316 people."

"Very good. What about our losses?", Kant asked.

"We have no casualties. Only a few people are seriously injured. They will recover after treatment.", Rolf replied.

"Mm.", Kant nodded.

The conversation ended. It was just a simple report of the results of the battle.

However, the merchants behind them subconsciously swallowed their saliva and looked at each other. Their eyes were filled with shock.

Seeing was one thing, but hearing it was another.

They saw Rolf destroy those knight attendants with ease, but they did not expect that they did not even have a cavalry that died in battle. They easily obtained such a victory. It was a huge victory, an epic-level victory!

It did not conform to their original views at all.

But this happened.

An epic-level victory was not enough. It could only be considered a huge victory.

If it really was an epic victory, Kant would have already obtained the glory and reputation he deserved.

After all, with Kant's development, it would become increasingly difficult to obtain an epic victory with more victories and fewer victories. Unless there were tens of thousands of people, hundreds of thousands of large-scale battle groups, and millions of large-scale battle groups. Only then, one might obtain an epic victory comment.

But at the moment, it was still a little difficult.

Of course, Kant did not care. As long as they won, it was the right thing to do. This was already a very good result.

He turned around slightly.

Kant finally turned around to look at these merchants who had different expressions, but were all bowing respectfully.

The corners of his mouth revealed a mocking smile. "Everyone, what do you all think of this banquet?"

The merchants looked at each other.

However, they quickly reacted.

"Your lordship, you are truly powerful. How could those mounted bandits be your match!"

"This is an excellent banquet, your lordship. You have earned our respect!"

The merchants all bent down and praised him.

However, Kant sneered. He did not have the slightest interest in such flattery. Instead, he looked at these merchants and said indifferently, "Then, shall we continue to set the rules for the future trade of table salt?"

"No need! No need! Your lordship! This is not necessary! It's all up to you!"

"Your lordship, it's up to you. We're just waiting for the distribution!"

The merchants broke out in cold sweat.

Their faces and backs were drenched. They trembled as they bowed to Kant.

Obviously, they also realized that their objection at that time was now extremely laughable. Especially Rolf, who had returned with the power of victory. He was holding his scimitar and looking at them coldly. He was even more timid.

"Ha.", Kant laughed lightly, his face full of mockery.

But he didn't say anything more, he waved his hand to Rolf and arranged, "Each bag of fine white salt costs 100 great silver coins. If you want to use the golden eagle to pay, then according to the black market price, 150 great silver coins can be exchanged for one golden eagle. I don't want these merchants to think that I'm a stingy miser."

"Understood. Who would think that Lord Kant would be a stingy miser?", Rolf nodded. At the same time, he looked at these merchants coldly and revealed a ferocious smile. "Is that right, everyone?"

"Yes, yes! Your lordship is absolutely benevolent!"

The merchants bowed their heads one after another, cold sweat dripping down their faces.

They were in a passive position, so they had no right to refute.

Neither did they dare to.

"I'll leave it to you, Rolf."

Kant directly led the royal knights down the stairs and returned to his room on the second floor.

After he left, these merchants went downstairs to prepare the golden eagle and the great silver coins.

Rolf sat at the long table in the hall on the first floor and watched as these merchants dragged sacks of great silver coins and the golden eagle over. More than 30 merchants easily divided up the 400 sacks of fine silvery salt.

In order to show their obedience, they even gave Kant a few carts of supplies that they brought.

They were all small things.

Iron tools, farm tools, furs, and the like were not worth much.

Profits were useless compared to table salt!

In fact, it was also because these merchants did not dare to stay for long. After all, they had just experienced a cruel battle. These merchants were already scared out of their wits. They had to return to their own territory as soon as possible. Only when they saw their backers could they live comfortably.

Otherwise, if they encountered another group of horse bandits or bandit groups raised by the enemy noble, their lives would be in danger.

It was the nature of merchants to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Soon, the central posthouse regained its peace.

The merchants all left, leaving behind only the desert bandits who had finished cleaning up the battlefield. After a short rest, they continued to spread out into small teams of cavalry patrols, patrolling the surrounding desert area.

However, the noble families behind the merchants were destined to be unable to remain calm.

Kant had such power.

But it was completely out of their expectations!

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Chapter 291: An Inflated Confidence

The merchants from the Dukedom of Leo left one by one.

The central posthouse returned to its usual tranquility, but the desert bandits remained vigilant. A large number of teams spread out and patrolled the surrounding dune to ensure that there were no spies with ulterior motives. They continued to explore the desert.

Showing weakness to the enemy first, then bared their sharp fangs and teeth at the crucial moment and swallowing the enemy whole.

This was the cruel law passed down in the Sarrand Desert.

In a poor and harsh environment, the loser would be permanently eliminated, and only the winner could survive.

Now, Kant was undoubtedly the winner.

He could get everything!

Rolf came in and put the bulging linen bag on the table. At the same time, he reported to Kant, "Lord Kant, these are the golden eagles obtained in this trade, a total of 268."

"Yes, well done.", Kant nodded.

"It's still a slight loss."

Rolf's tone was a little regretful. "Those merchants didn't spend all their capital."

"That's enough.", Kant curled up the corner of his mouth. "Enough."

He understood Rolf's subtext.

If Kant gave the order, then this scoundrel noble would immediately lead the desert bandits to chase after them and talk to those merchants cordially. In the end, they would be able to perfectly fake the scene of the bandit gang's attack.

He did the same thing many times in Caradia.

However, Kant did not agree.

Instead, he stopped Rolf. He told Rolf to behave himself and guard this posthouse.

It was not advisable to fish in a dry pond.

Kant needed a complete trade caravan, not a broken caravan.

Only countless caravans could form a prosperous trading line. Only by cultivating basic trust with each other and forming a good relationship of interest and cooperation could it become a qualified trade caravan. It could continuously carry out business activities and earn a lot of money for Kant.

Moreover, Kant himself was a monopolist and the one who made the rules.

This was based on long-term considerations.

If he allowed Rolf to plunder the trade caravan, it would be really simple. They could indeed earn a lot of money in a short period of time.

But in the future, the trade caravan would have to weigh the pros and cons of the trading with Kant.

Was it worth to risk their lives to come to the Nahrin Desert for trade, or to travel a long distance to the Dwarf Kingdom for trade.

Even when Kant chose to face it with violence and allowed Rolf to plunder the trade caravan mercilessly, it would sooner or later arouse the hatred of the noble families of the Dukedom of Leo. Once they joined forces to attack the Nahrin Desert, the consequences would not be good.

Although he was not afraid of war, he did not like such a worthless war that should not have happened!

"Trade is the best choice."

Kant reached out his hand and picked up a golden eagle. The patterns were extremely exquisite.

These golden eagles were made of gold, and their purity was extremely high. In addition, they were carved and engraved by craftsmen. The entire eagle looked lifelike. As the light shone outside the window, one could vaguely see a small amount of golden light shimmering the patterns.

This was Kant's favorite, the world's top currency.

The golden eagles!

According to the system's rules.

For example, in the basic continent like Caradia, one golden eagle could be exchanged for 1000 denars.

And for the more prosperous Pendor, one golden eagle could be exchanged for 1200 denars or even more!

Kant now had 268 golden eagles. As long as he waited for the arrival of Reyvadin's trade caravan, or Joslin's trade caravan to Pendor, they could bring Kant at least 268,000 denars of huge profit.

If he rounded it up, it would be a total of 300,000 denars. Such a terrifying profit! n0𝗏𝖾𝓛𝒰𝓈𝒷.𝑪0𝔪

And this was only seven days of production.

Moreover, Kant was only at the initial stage of mining the salt mines and making the refined salt. He could also increase the output by many times.

For example, the current output of 400 bags of table salt per week was just 50 civilians collecting coarse salt, 50 camels forming a caravan to transport it, a salt workshop, and the cooperation of 30 salt-making workers.

As long as they increased the number of workers and built additional salt workshops, the output would naturally double.

And according to Manid's estimation.

After these workers had gone through the adjustment period and increased their manpower, they would be able to reach the production of 1,000 bags per week next month!

After calculation, there would probably be around 700 gold eagles earned per week. And if converted it into denar, it would be whopping 700,000 denars earned per week, almost comparable to the later stages of the game, every city in the entire continent had opened the most valuable velvet cloth factory. This was a huge amount of profit that could only be obtained every week!

This was a terrifying amount of profit that even the entire Continent of Caradia would drool over.

700,000 denars per week.

One had to know that the cost of maintaining the Swadian Knights was only 50 denars.

Currently, Kant could support 14,000 heavy armored knights. They were fully armed and wore double layers of heavy chain armors. When they galloped on the battlefield, they would destroy everything like a flood.

No one in the field would be his match.

Even if they needed to dismount and battle, all of them as strong as a troop of fearsome heavy footmen!

With just this group of level 5 elite knights, defeating an ordinary army of 100,000 people would definitely not be a problem. Even if there was an army of a million in front of them, they would still blow the bugle horn bravely and directly push forward like a flood!

In the battlefield, this heavy cavalry group of 14,000 Swadian Knights would be invincible!

Kant's breathing could not help but become rapid.

Just thinking of this scene, his heart could not help but throb.

Too strong.

This was truly unreasonable strength!

As long as there were no extraordinary troop class, extraordinary attack methods, no matter how many hundreds of extraordinary grand knights there were, they would not be able to block the attack of these 14,000 Swadian Knights.

Extraordinary strength was not unlimited, it could be exhausted.

Waves upon waves of heavy cavalry attacks.

The extraordinary strength would be exhausted sooner or later.

However, according to Kant's understanding of this world, such as the Dukedom of Leo, even if Grand Duke Cameron gathered all the noble and civilian armed forces, he probably would not be able to gather hundreds of extraordinary grand knights, let alone an army of a million!

He would not even be able to gather a large number of heavy cavalries.

In the war between countries in the past, the Dukedom of Leo and the Silver Platter Kingdom were at war on the south bank of the river.

Both sides had only invested 50,000 soldiers, of which 20,000 were from the Dukedom of Leo and 30,000 were from the Silver Platter Kingdom. Moreover, these troops were not worth mentioning, and there were many mercenaries involved.

In the feudal era, a country war similar to that in Europe, it was the most number of soldiers that both sides could gather.

The population of the Dukedom of Leo was only over 300,000.

If 100,000 people were dragged out to start a war, even if they won, the entire country would probably fall into a state of stagnation. It would take several years of recovery before it could fully recover. It was no different from losing a war.

"Wait."

Kant reached out his hand slightly and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

His heart quickly regained its calm.

Right now, he was immersed in a kind of longing for the future. It was very unrealistic, like a flower in a mirror. Other than interfering with his normal judgment and rationality, it did not have any effect.

"I don't have such powerful strength right now."

Kant calmed himself down.

But when he thought of his inflated confidence just now, he could not help but smile bitterly. "I'm thinking too much."

He put down the golden eagle in his hand.

Kant instructed Rolf, who was in front of him, "Tie up those captives. I will bring them all back to the castle. You continue to be on guard here. If possible, I will arrange more desert bandits to help you in the near future."

"Understood.", Rolf nodded solemnly.

Kant needed to go back after he was done here.

The huge profits from the table salt trade made him extremely tempted, and he was even more determined to develop the business line.

He was now like the spokesperson of "Mount Blade".

He was using all kinds of methods to plunder this world's precious resources.

For example, gold.

This description was very correct. Kant didn't care about such arrangements like invaders and plunderers. As long as he could obtain the final right to survive and walk to the peak of this world, so what?

The Cheat of the system belonged to Kant and was connected to him.

He knew from the beginning.

As long as Kant, the host, died, then the system would be directly exposed to the rules of this world. The relationship between the system and the rules of this world was like cold water and hot oil. The two completely different rules would directly collide. The system with smaller power, which was originated from the Earth's technological world and combined with part of the rules of the game, was destroyed to the point that not even a speck of dust remained.

Otherwise, why would the system give all kinds of hints and indicate that it would use its own energy to help Kant?

Because both parties were already on the same rope!

"You can go down first."

Kant waved his hand, indicating Rolf to leave first.

"Yes.", Rolf bowed and left the room.

There were no more important things to do.

The central posthouse returned to its usual peaceful state. As long as it continued to strictly guard and forbade outsiders from entering the desert, it would be fine.

This place had once again become the beginning of the forbidden area of the desert.

Only when a new trade caravan arrived at the beginning of the next week would it be reopened.

However, when the next trade caravan was opened, Kant could imagine that there would be more and more authoritative, and larger-scale trade caravans arriving. They would disperse the trade caravans that did not have the capital or the backing of the noble families and occupy more of the table salt.

Moreover, there would be more noble families that were unwilling to accept this, and they would take the action angrily.

For example, the 600-man cavalry that they defeated today.

They were all well-trained knight attendants.

It would be impossible without the support of the high-ranking noble families. After all, large-scale training of knight attendants was not just a matter of money. There was also time and knight instructors who could impart various kinds of experience. Ordinary small noble families did not have such a foundation.

Just like Baron Dylan. Although he was a baron, he could not afford to train these knight attendants even if he went bankrupt.

"But who exactly is it?"

Kant frowned.

Subconsciously, he excluded this "Uncle Dylan" of his.

He knew that even after a period of development, this "Uncle Dylan" of his had obtained a lot of valuable silver coins. His influence had grown a lot, but it was definitely not to the point of being able to afford 600 knight attendants.

If it was an ordinary 600 light cavalry, then Baron Dylan might have the ability to afford them.

And this was what Kant was puzzled about.

But it was only a doubt. In the Nahrin Desert, as long as the top noble did not use their trump cards to attack him, the final result would still be that he, who had the system and Caradia as his backing, would obtain victory!

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Chapter 292: Information From the Captives

TThe midday sun was blazing hot.

The temperature of the Nahrin Desert suddenly rose to a terrifying degree, like an oven.

Walking in such a scorching hot sun would cause one to fall into heat stroke and dehydration in just a dozen minutes. If one did not want to die, it was best to find a tent on the back of a dune to hide from the high noon temperature.

Kant didn't leave yet. He enjoyed the comfortable lunch he deserved in the posthouse.

He had just received a large sum of money from the golden eagles in the morning.

When he returned to the "Drondheim" Castle, he could exchange it for 268,000 denars at any time.

After paying off the loan of King Yarogelk, he still had more than half of it as surplus.

Plundering the gold of this world as a resource was much faster than the slave trade and production trade. If Kant had discovered this way to earn denar earlier, he would use up all his effort to open up a commercial route to the Dukedom of Leo.

However, it was not a success now.

A trade was created, and it needed to be maintained carefully in order to obtain the greatest return.

The merchants of the Dukedom of Leo needed Kant's table salt, while Kant needed the golden eagle of the Dukedom of Leo. Even if he had to exchange 150 great silver coins on the black market for one golden eagle, he would accept it and take the initiative to give away the profits.

This was to ensure that the following trade would be settled with the golden eagle.

After all, Kant's system only needed gold.

For example, the demand for materials like silver was actually not high, or it could be said that they were not accepted at all.

As long as Kant could obtain a large number of golden eagles, it would be the same as obtaining a large number of denar. He would obtain an opportunity for development and safeguard a strong future. There would be benefits but no disadvantages.

With the system and with the denar, his development would be blazing fast every day!

This was only the beginning.

He ate lunch to avoid the scorching sun.

Kant took this opportunity to take a break.

The 100 Swadian Knights were still on alert. They had not participated in the previous battle, so they still had some strength left.

After all, although the merchants were forced to the top floor of the posthouse, the guards and servants of the trade caravan were still there. If they really caused a ruckus, it would be quite troublesome. He needed these knights to keep a close watch on them.

Who knew if there were any troops lying in ambush inside the posthouse, or if they had ulterior motives?

Fortunately, there was no trouble.

Rolf also led the Sarrandian to easily defeat the enemy and win the victory.

Furthermore, 120 Sarrandian Horsemen and 220 desert bandits obtained all the experience points for this victory, especially they crushed the enemy so easily. It was enough for the desert bandits to level up.

The cost of level up for the desert bandits was 20 denars, which was a total of 4,400 denars.

Kant naturally would not be stingy.

With the confirmation, the 220 desert bandits had all leveled up to elite desert bandit.

They were wearing better-quality iron-scale armors, and the number of short javelins on their backs had also increased to six. The heavy ones were also more lethal.

The current elite desert bandit could indeed be called elite. They were fully qualified to cooperate with the Sarrandian Horsemen to launch an assault. It was estimated that the 600 knight attendants would attack again, and the consequences would be even more tragic.

After the javelin rain, the desert bandits would no longer executed the tactic of hit and run.

Instead, the elite desert bandit would support the Sarrandian Horsemen's charge, raised their spears and scimitars on both sides, and charged in as they turned back, slashing the enemy mercilessly!

However, thinking of these knight attendants, Kant could not help but squint his eyes.

He walked out of the room again.

When he came to the hall on the first floor, he found Rolf sitting on a chair.

Beside him were 30 Sarrandian Horsemen. They were holding onto their long lance and hilts in an awe-inspiring manner. They looked coldly at the 10 captives kneeling in front of them. Each of them was silent, but they were full of vigor.

Looking at the awful looks of the 10 captives, with blood at the corners of their mouths, one could tell that this was an interrogation.

And it was already over.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Rolf waved his hand. "Bring them back!"

"Yes!"

Sarrandian Horsemen nodded, walked over, picked up the ten captives, and walked out of the posthouse.

There were many tents outside for these captives, and next to them were the tents of the Swadian Knights. Their weapons and armors had already been withdrawn. But if they still dared to make the slightest movement,

they would probably be instantly massacred.

These captives had also been appointed, and they did not dare to resist in the slightest.

The attack from Rolf had directly killed these knight attendants, making them tremble in fear!

Kant did not care about these captives.

Sitting in his seat, he asked Rolf, "Where did these guys come from?"

"Oh."

Rolf's tone paused slightly.

"Speak.", Kant frowned and said, "Don't tell me you still have some hesitation?"

"Indeed.", Rolf smiled bitterly and shrugged at Kant. "These guys are called the Gale Mercenary Group. They run amok in the North and South Counties of the Dukedom of Leo. Occasionally, they even go deep into the East County. I heard that they are quite famous."

"That's right. They are indeed very famous."

Kant nodded.

This mercenary group had suddenly appeared in the past few years and had done a few big cases.

For example, they had helped some nobles kill some enemies, or they had invaded some small noble families and massacred them. Although they were not wanted by the noble court, everyone in the Dukedom of Leo knew that these horrible incidents were done by this Gale Mercenary Group.

However, anyone in the Dukedom of Leo knew that this Gale Mercenary Group was originally a group of wandering mercenaries raised by a noble.

That was why they weren't wanted by the noble court.

If it was used to be an ordinary bandit group, whether they could take over a small noble's family was another matter. Back then, if they did something that touched the bottom line of a noble, they would probably be wanted by the noble court long ago. As for the big and small nobles, even if they gritted their teeth, they would have to transfer their manpower they would still have to fight this uncontrollable bandit group.

Now, how could any noble families still want to fight this infamous mercenary group? They could be considered as the loyal dogs of the noble families, as well as the executioners for those small nobles who were trembling in fear after offending the higher noble families.

However, Kant frowned. "Looks like these guys are the Gale Mercenary Group." n0𝗏𝐄𝗅𝑢𝓈𝔟.𝒸0𝗆

"Mm hmm."

Rolf shrugged. There was no need to say more about the situation.

Kant understood.

This meant that a noble had started to target him!

The reputation of the Gale Mercenary Group was very well-known. Basically, any small nobles that they dealt with were mostly ended up in graves. In addition, they had never been captured. Therefore, their reputation alone was enough to scare a lot of people.

Now, they had appeared in Kant's Nahrin Desert with the purpose of slaughtering the Oasis Lookout.

He wanted to kill Kant!

Kant gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. "Do you know who the mastermind is?"

"They are very stubborn."

Rolf Shrugged.

"You didn't get it?", Kant frowned.

"No, I got it.", Rolf shrugged and said in a normal tone, "I picked 30 people and killed 20 of them. The remaining 10 guys told me everything they knew."

"Well done.", Kant nodded.

Rolf continued, "It's Baron Dylan."

Kant was stunned.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and smiled in disbelief. "Are you talking about Baron Dylan at the Stone Pass?"

"That's right.", Rolf nodded.

"Then I really don't believe it."

Kant smiled and shook his head, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Those captives didn't tell you the truth."

He was very clear about Baron Dylan's background.

Although Uncle Dylan and he had to compromise due to the need to disguise themselves.

In fact, this baron of Stone Pass was equivalent to a dispensable warrior noble in the Dukedom of Leo. He was a marginalized guy. It could be seen from the fact that he had married the daughter of a businessman that he was not accepted by the mainstream noble circle.

As long as one had the ability and had some background, the wife they married would definitely be the daughter of a noble family.

The merchant's class was only slightly higher than that of the commoners!

But in the eyes of the noble, merchants and landlords, although they had the titles of gentries, were no different from commoners.

And marrying the daughter of a non-noble was a sign of self-degradation.

If Baron Dylan had the ability to train 600 knight attendants, why would he be so resentful, ostracized by the mainstream noble circle, and become a miserable marginal noble?

This was obviously impossible. Just by thinking about it, he knew that there was definitely something fishy going on!

"Something is indeed wrong."

Rolf nodded, and his tone was a little strange. "So, I used the scabbard to slap the cheeks of these captives."

"I saw it.", Kant nodded.

When he had just come down the stairs, the faces of these captives were bruised and swollen, and there was blood at the corner of their mouths.

Although their faces could be seen in front of them, they had definitely been hit by a heavy object.

Kant frowned and said, "Who the hell is that!"

He was dissatisfied with Rolf's sloppy and somewhat delaying actions.

"It's..."

Rolf had a strange expression on his face. He thought for a moment, he then said to Kant, "After interrogation, these people's backers are Countess Agatha from the Eastern County. Uh, Lord Kant, I think you should know about this countess who is famous for her cruelty and violence, because she... uh..."

"That's right, she is my aunt, the closest aunt in blood.", Kant narrowed his eyes and took over what Rolf did not say, but his tone was cold. "Ha, aunt."

The royal family had no family, so how could there be an aunt.

Moreover, Kant had not had a good relationship with this aunt since he was young.

The most important thing was that this aunt had fallen out with his father, the Grand Duke of Leo Cameron, ten years ago. Because of this, she had even changed the name of Winter County to the East County, in order to be angry with the names of the South and North Counties.

Even the communication between the two sides, such as the communication between the top-level noble, had almost stopped.

At least, before Kant came to the Nahrin Desert, he didn't know that there were any signs of reconciliation between the two sides.

"But..."

Kant narrowed his eyes, and there was a serious look in his eyes. "Why would she send troops here?"

"I don't know.", Rolf shook his head.

If it was business, then it would be good to send a trade caravan.

Directly sending troops, and even the notorious and disreputable Gale Mercenary Group, wouldn't mean that they did not have any intention of reconciling. Instead, it would be a naked renunciation of cordiality, using the most direct way of the noble's war to resolve their grudges!

Kant did not think that he and Aunt Agatha, who was the countess, had reached such a point where they would fight each other until one of them was dead.

But no matter what, the war had indeed begun.

Since the East County had sent troops, Kant would certainly not lick his face and accept the so-called favor.

His strength was enough to protect himself!

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