Chapter 1180 1162 Transferring people


Chapter 1180 1162. Tune people

Nennik has been in charge of this prestigious Temple of Melitelli for a long time. As for whether it has been more than a hundred years or hundreds of years, no one can accurately say.

She has seen too many things in this temple.

Just like she claimed.

So she handles these things with ease.

A few words suppressed the restless men and women.

Although the two parties still glance at each other secretly from time to time while drinking soup, their eyes are not as explicit as they were at the beginning.

But the most attractive thing in the entire cafeteria was not the strong but rude mercenaries, or the weak people who came to the Meritelli Temple for help.

Ten ember knights who had taken off their armor and were only wearing simple clothes were sitting quietly at the table.

Their uniforms are uniform, and the elf-style swords are neatly hung on their waists.

Except for the different appearance and body shape of each person, the movements are almost carved from the same mold.

It seems that because of the rampant Scoia'tael party, people often show disgust when they see these elf-style long knives.

Even the expressions on the Ember Knights were not very friendly.

However, no one dares to act arrogantly in Meritelli's temple.

At the door of the noisy canteen, a figure wearing a hood and cloak strode in.

At first no one cared about this figure, even though he was unusually tall.

But now many people have seen this newly famous magic cloak outside.

Many people still like and demand the magic of concealing the figure.

People here just think that this is just another person who bought a magic cloak, and there is nothing worth paying attention to.

Until this figure kept walking, he walked among the already eye-catching Ember Knights, and sat down on the empty seat that had been reserved long ago.

"You can just eat it. I've never seen you understand the rules so well before."

Lan En scolded with a smile.

It wasn't until he sat down that Lincoln and the other Ember Knights finally started to move.

"It was the past." The young secretary explained as he picked up the spoon, "Of course there are not so many things to pay attention to on the battlefield and on the road. The most important thing is to do things when you are full, but after all, the canteen is open here. "

Lan En smiled and said nothing. He just took off the leather gloves with steel armor on his hands and stuffed them between the straps of the armor temporarily.

Then he picked up the hard-skinned bread on the table, tore it open, and put it in a wooden bowl into the thick soup that turned purple because of the addition of beetroot.

While using a spoon to press down the floating pieces of bread, Lan quickly glanced at the people here because of his arrival.

"There are a total of thirteen people dressed as mercenaries or warriors in the temple. I counted them before."

Lincoln also stirred the red cabbage soup with a spoon, and the pure white soup on it was The sour cream and purple-red soup gradually mixed together. He spoke softly without raising his head, appearing extremely reliable.

“The female warrior among them is the most popular and seems to be the most powerful.”

Lan En tilted his head and looked to the side. Sure enough, Sakia was fiddling with the spoon on the dining table.

She was also looking here, but after Lan En turned around, she immediately lowered her head as if to avoid him.

There were many men sitting around her.

"She has great ideas and a little secret, but it shouldn't be important in this incident." Lan En also whispered calmly, "I have talked to her before, her name is Sachi Ya. "

The Ember Knights here listened to the message and ate quietly and neatly, acting as if they didn't hear anything.

Lincoln nodded. Since Lan En said it wasn't important, he didn't think it was important either.

"But there are still too many people here." Lincoln took a spoonful of beetroot soup and put it into his mouth, saying slightly vaguely, "I thought this kind of thing should be kept secret. Yes. Otherwise, it will cause widespread panic.”

“It’s about the Pontar Valley after all.”

Lan En shook his head slightly.

"Foltest and Demavi must have wanted to hide it, at least for a while. It's a pity."

"It's a pity that they can't hide it. Don't think that everyone's quality is the same as that of the Ember Knight, Lincoln."

Then, Lan En also told the Ember Knight the news he got from Sister Nannick. them.

Lincoln and the other Ember Knights suddenly realized.

My vassal's vassal is not my vassal.

This is the foundation and essence of the Western feudal system.

Foltest and Demavi are indeed kings in their own country, but even if they are kings, how much control can they have over the lower-level executors?

Siward wanted to use cheap mercenaries as cannon fodder, so he released a small-scale recruitment message.

Even if Foltest knew about this, what could he say? Is it possible that Heward still needs to be punished?

Not to mention the Pontal Valley, even the Principality of Airland will be in trouble.

Originally, with their backgrounds like Lincoln, they should have a clear understanding of the lack of control.

But he had been tempered and influenced too deeply by the Ember Knights. After staying in such an efficient and resolute system for so long, Lincoln actually forgot about it. Outside of the Ember Knights, what is the level of control and organization of other countries?

"I have no problem." Lincoln said simply, "When are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow, you guys will check the equipment again tonight. And replenish supplies. After walking out from the edge of Elland City, there is basically wilderness along the way."

Lan put the bread full of soup into his mouth along with the vegetables in the soup. , chewing slowly.

The special flavor of beetroot, as well as the sweet and sour seasoning are mixed together, and the texture of the meat and vegetables is cooked.

Sure enough, the plants grown in Meritelli Temple seem to be in good condition.

This is definitely not something that can be explained by ‘careful care and suitable soil’.

The demon hunter raised his eyes and looked at Nannik, who was sitting among many priests and priest apprentices, eating his dinner leisurely.

The kind fat old lady seemed not to notice, and even reached out to add another spoonful of sour cream to her soup.

"These mercenaries in the temple now should be the last batch. I heard when I passed by before that the message they received was to rush there tomorrow."

Lan En said the last thing.

"As soon as they arrive, Siward, who feels that he has gathered enough manpower, should go directly to the depths of the Pontal Valley."

Lincoln nodded, but intentionally or unintentionally He sighed in a low voice.

“Hey, the demon hunter’s senses are indeed powerful. Private conversations that others think there is no one around can’t be hidden under this kind of hearing.”

Lan En had a clear idea of ​​the talented people under his command, so he glanced sideways at Lincoln beside him.

"We have already agreed on improving the mutation process. Don't give me eye drops now!"

Lincoln's expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he still shrugged. The Ember Knights still ate their meals in a disciplined manner.

"You are right, my lord."

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In the Melitelli Temple, the rooms provided for outside visitors are not luxurious, and even Nannick's room is not luxurious.

It seems that the main reason is to help more people.

The rooms here are mostly crowded.

But fortunately, although the Ember Knights all respect Lan En, they do not have the strict relationship between feudal knights and lords.

They have been eating and living together for a long time since the last battlefield, so they are very adaptable to each other.

Just to avoid causing more surprises, Lan En let Qilin out and let him play in the area around the temple for one night.

Flannel Ball, on the other hand, did not go out. He was organizing his own space expansion pack in the room arranged by the temple.

Early the next morning, when it was still dark, Lan En heard a series of horse hooves tapping on the ground outside the tree-lined path and outside the main entrance of the Meritelli Temple.

That was the team sent by Siward to pick them up.

Early in the morning, the originally quiet temple began to become noisy.

There were disputes on various matters such as calling people, moving things, and allocating horses, and then they quarreled, reconciled, and continued to work.

The loudest among them, and obviously the one with the highest status, is a knight sitting on a horse.

He seems to be the main executor responsible for taking away the mercenaries and soldiers this time.

“You still have ten minutes!”

His armor is bright and gorgeous, and there is a bright peacock tail feather on his helmet. He holds a riding crop and commands around.

"We'll leave immediately in ten minutes! If you haven't mounted your horse yet, get out! Prince Siward wants warriors who can respond in time, not a bunch of rubbish who even struggle to prepare and mount their horses!"

"Prince Siward's team is waiting in the northeast of Elland. They are already waiting impatiently. If you continue to delay, you will not be able to keep up with the hot food! Don't even think about the commission, and don't think about the reputation of Glory. Think about it!”

There were domesticated dogs outside the temple, barking loudly because of the knight’s loud shouting and the noise of the personnel early in the morning.

The soldier leading a group of horses behind him shook his fist and scared it before it calmed down.

Generally speaking, it is most economical to transport people by horse-drawn carriage, but it was obvious that Siward was in a hurry and wanted these people to catch up with the large army quickly.

That’s why so many horses were brought here.

Although it is not a war horse, it is still a big expense.

"Okay, stay away from my dog. It is much more pious than you are to Meritelli."

The noise at the gate of the temple finally woke up Aunt Nannick.

As soon as she came over and made a sound, the soldier who had scared the guard dog immediately stood at attention. The guard dog growled at him without turning his eyes.

The knight who was still arrogant just now quickly dismounted with his helmet in hand, trotted towards Nannik, and saluted respectfully.

"Knight Samaresh." After he finished his salute, Nannik asked, shaking his head. "How old are you? Are you still in a hurry in the temple? When your mother gave birth to you here, she was not as excited as you are now."

The knight smiled awkwardly, and gave a hand to The fat mother-in-law with her knotted headscarf kept talking.

“Also, don’t imitate those knights of the white rose, flattering Siward and calling him prince. You are a local knight, not one of their losers. When these words reached Vizima, What do people say? ”

(End of this chapter)

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