The sound of hooves shattered the calm air of Matthew Village, and many people looked to the entrance of the village.

The riders who arranged this site here also came out to check it out with great vigilance.

As soon as they left the house, they saw a familiar figure walking towards them.

"Hey, Luca, you're back, where's Lord Lord?"

"Isn't this a little man? Why are you so tired?"

They have established a considerable degree of friendship with the residents of Matthew Village. At this moment, many of them are helping to unload the goods by leading the horse.

Old Jamie scratched the stubble, carried the fainting thin guy on his shoulder, and walked straight into the tavern.

The second half of the journey exposed the physical gap.

Adam was far ahead and full of energy.

The cavalry gritted their teeth and looked tired, but Luca felt that her vision had begun to blur.

After vomiting three times, the little man completely lost movement.

Speaking of which, fortunately this is Anton Vison's war horse, otherwise it would not have been able to withstand such tossing.

In the end, they chose to rest in the village and return to the stronghold tomorrow morning.

...

The sky was filled with wine and the sunset began to get slightly drunk.

The whistle sounded through the bushes, rising and falling one after another, conveying like a relay.

The cavalry cheered up and were ready to resist the raid at any time.

"Relax, your own people."

Adam responded lightly.

The nervousness faded from their faces and turned into doubt. What is this gentleman's identity, the leader of the bandit?

Since they had entered their own territory, the cavalry unconsciously began to observe the surroundings.

Overall, it's just a feeling - clean!

The shrubs and vines are all taken care of and refreshingly.

All things that are edible, medicinal, and refined as if they have been swept away.

The rustling noises in the shadows around them never stopped.

You can notice that there are people inside, those sinister and weird creatures, who have never seen one of them.

Looking at the handsome and determined back in front of me, could it be...

A national chief who settled in the mountains?

This doubt was quickly dispelled, and traces of commercial transportation and civilization gathering points were already displayed in front of you.

After passing through that path, the whole vision suddenly became clear.

There is a stop at the edge of the road, and the carriages are unloading. Looking closely, they are the various things transported back from Tygonda in advance.

[When you return to the stronghold, the haze on the residents' faces swept away, and you salute respectfully.]

"Welcome home, Lord Lord."

The unloading residents all released the box, bent down, and the corners of their mouths were raised unconsciously.

Lord? He is a lord!

The cavalry subconsciously raised their backs, confirmed their eyes to each other, and followed them in.

Construction continues, not seen for many days, and seems to be much richer.

Adam appeared, like a ditches being dug up, and people from all over the scattered strongholds gathered like tides, and the paths and houses were instantly blocked.

Regardless of men, women, young and old, when you see each other from afar, you will start to smile and be engraved on your face.

The workers who were closer opened the cloth clothes for sunshade on their heads and leaned down on their heads.

"My sir."

"Sir, you are back."

"Bless you, lord."

...

Adam responded with a smile, not so enthusiastic.

But people were consciously understanding, quite at ease, and returned to their respective positions with great satisfaction, and put this good news into the topic and discussed it.

"What do you think?"

“It feels like hell.”

The cavalry muttered quietly.

They were basically watching Adam's beloved scene throughout the whole process, and no one threw out any strange things to them. Their scrutiny eyes seemed to be very accustomed to outsiders.

That strange atmosphere is something I have never seen in my life.

Perhaps the other party is not a lord, but a clergy from a certain church, and this is a stronghold of believers!

After Adam handled the trouble, he ran back.

It does not come from missing a stable place, but a kind of uneasiness.

After settling up with griffons means making your own choice, just like the time at a crossroads, it will inevitably lead to some result.

He had a premonition, it was related to the stronghold.

Sure enough, the crowd was welcomed to scatter and the militia stayed.

Before they could speak, they could see the problem on the small map.

【Simple Stable (Destroyed)】

Moreover, he focused his attention and detailed notes appeared, and his number of horses decreased.

"Are there any casualties?"

Adam frowned and looked at the ruins in front of him. The roof of the cannon was lifted open and even flew far away and smashed into a house.

The supporting wood, which was thick with thighs, was broken in the waist.

Although the scene has been briefly renovated and cleaned up, the flesh-and-blooded ties and corpses next to it are shocking enough.

"The militia on duty guarding the stables ran to inform everyone that day and avoided those waves of collisions. The residents in the residential houses were scratched, and there were no other casualties except the horses."

The man was explaining carefully, and Adam listened intently, while observing the traces around him.

Someone next to him came to lead the way and led the cavalry to tie the horses to a safe and hidden place. They got Adam's consent and followed them away.

And always pay attention to the progress here, this is the "quality test question".

Based on their years of experience, the most dying job is to report losses to those in power and bring bad news.

The disparity in status and the temper cultivated by power can easily make him victims.

"hiss……"

The strong man saw: Adam nodded after hearing this, smiled warmly, and patted the other person's shoulder. It felt like he was comforting and encouraging?

"Hey, look at that girl."

“Which?”

The discussions changed and the topics were changed. The women in the base were active everywhere. They not only carried out farm work, but also drank at the door of the tavern like men.

The young girl also wore casual clothes and used her weight to climb up to the roof, allowing men to take advantage of her.

"Damn it, I'm talking about that!"

The eyes were gathered, and the curious and excited cavalry looked up the ramp again.

A girl jumped out from the tavern gate.

She smiled like the sun, as light as a dandelion, shrank her legs and jumped down from the steps, and wrapped the towel on her head while running, and tied her long, waterfall-like hair tightly with it.

The mercenaries were silent for a moment, with different expressions on their faces. Those who were more sensitive even slightly avoided their sight and their eyes were warm.

"If Anya was still alive, she might have grown up so big."

The strong man who said this was a father, who was once.

The girl was searching for a figure in the crowd and happened to see these fierce-looking strangers. She smiled shyly, saying hello.

But the mercenaries all sideways to avoid it.

They were ashamed of themselves, their hands were stained with blood, and they did not dare to expect or respond to this simple and beautiful thing.

At this moment, what the gentleman once said appeared in his heart again.

"You guys have to protect something."
To be continued...