During an after-dinner chat, he heard Ansel tell the story of what happened after he came to Lulian.
It was precisely because of following the young man named Roy that Ans Air, who was originally just a sideline disciple of the family, suddenly emerged and became a leader among the third generation disciples of the family, and entered the core circle of the family.
Later, because of Ans Ayer's timely advice to Charles during the rainy night battle in Munich, the family escaped from a catastrophic defeat. He also gained Adolf's friendship and helped the family in Lulian.
He has established himself as a grand duke in his business, and now he is someone that his father Renault also values especially.
It can be said that without Roy, there would be no Ans Ayer today.
It's a pity that the almost legendary young man has died under divine punishment. Originally, after hearing about his deeds, Scott felt quite satisfied with his temper and appetite and wanted to meet him.
At this moment, hearing Ans Aier suddenly mention Roy again, Scott's eyes narrowed slightly: "What?"
"If I'm not mistaken, one of the old knights who entered just now is Mr. Luke, Roy's escort knight," Ansel said. "The last time, it was in this Storm Tavern that I saw him with my own eyes.
he."
Speaking of this, before Ansel's eyes, there seemed to be a scene where Luke flew from the sky like a meteor and held the injured Roy in his arms.
The terrifying momentum and pressure made Ans Aier feel like he was facing a flying mountain.
When Percy and others arrived, Luke left. Then, everyone in the city saw the bodies of Xilin and others and the betrayed nobles hanging on the tree.
Until now, no one is sure who did this.
But Ansel knew that this was definitely done by Luke. In order to avenge Roy, he killed everyone cleanly.
Ans Ayer didn't expect that he would meet Luke here today. And when the old man walked into the tavern with his friends with a smile on his face, a thought that had been hidden deep in his heart suddenly emerged. It became stronger and stronger.
The sense of certainty made Ansel feel his throat was a little dry.
Not long ago, on a rainy night in Munich, from the moment Ansel saw Sauger at Archduke Adolf's residence, he subconsciously connected Roy and Leo. It was precisely because of this that he asked Charles
Advice was given not to underestimate Adolf's determination.
However, he never told anyone about all this, but kept it carefully in his heart and observed it carefully, trying to confirm his judgment.
The answer was revealed after the battle of the Abyss Demon.
Especially when he saw the hundred sets of magical costumes that Adolf personally confirmed to be made for Leo during the city entry ceremony, he was almost certain that he was right. Although the appearance had changed greatly, it still had the same characteristics.
The young man with a pair of deep blue eyes is Roy.
You know, the Power Storm Magic Armor was worn by him personally when he followed Roy in the fjord battle. Even though it looked different, the core thing could not be hidden from him.
Therefore, when he saw Luke, he subconsciously grabbed the guard who was trying to cause trouble for him.
"Oh?" Charles was surprised when he heard Ansel's words, "You mean, he was the one who killed the Fire King Sword Master's disciple and Xilin last time..."
Ansel nodded.
Charles took a breath. He had heard these things from Ans Ayer.
Under Scott's confused eyes, Charles whispered in his ear. The more he listened, the more surprised Scott's eyes became.
After Charles finished speaking, Scott narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let's go in."
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The Storm Tavern was very lively.
As soon as they entered the door, everyone felt a rush of heat and noise. To avoid a few drunken mercenaries who went out, Ansel had to raise his voice and asked a waitress to help find a seat. Only then did the group get out of the messy wine room.
I squeezed through the table and the crowd and sat down in the corner.
After casually ordering some drinks, Scott and others immediately focused their attention on a group of old knights five or six tables away.
Nowadays, Lulian is becoming more and more prosperous and lively. People of different statuses flock here from all sides of the empire to look for opportunities. Among them, there are naturally some older mercenaries and knights.
Some of them are vassals of a certain lord. From the appearance, this kind of old knights usually have a calm and self-respecting aura. They are well-dressed, their beards and hair are carefully trimmed, and their boots are clean and shiny.
.Although they are no longer young, they still maintain a standard and lean figure.
Just look at their clean and steady hands and the swords they carry, and you will know that provoking them is definitely an extremely dangerous thing.
Others are wandering mercenaries or free knights.
The appearance of this kind of people can be very diverse. Except for some freedom knights or respected "old horses" among mercenaries, most of them are wearing mismatched armors and holding hands covered in mud.
The thin horse has a dirty face, greasy beard and hair, and looks extremely miserable.
Most of these people have been wandering around since they were young. They believe in drinking today and getting drunk the next. Every gold they earn is spent on wine glasses, gambling tables and women's bellies. When they have no money, they will
Go to the mission hall or other places to take jobs, and work hard with your head in your hands.
It was fine when I was young, but as I got older, life wasn't so easy.
A long period of abjection has profoundly changed their appearance. In addition to dirty clothes and messy beards, the most striking feature of this type of people is their cloudy eyes. In their eyes, you can see pity.
, numb or cunning, but no look of confidence can be seen.
Usually these two types of people belong to completely different worlds and rarely get together.
However, the group of old knights on Luke's side seemed a little different.
There were twelve of them in total. The youngest looked to be in his fifties, and the oldest looked to be seventy years old.
Everyone seems to be from different places and dressed differently. Some look like noble gentlemen, some look like they are from a certain merchant group escort, and some look like they just got off the ship and are wearing
It smelled a bit fishy, and there was even a person wearing a sheepskin jacket unique to the northern plateau people.
If you were asked to guess their occupation, the answers you would get would definitely be varied. Mercenaries, noble knights, military commanders, manor owners or some shadowy executor in the underground world... In addition to age,
It's hard to find the same traces in their clothes and appearance.
But unfortunately, just such a group of old people gathered together.
And looking at their relationship with each other, it was also very strange. Whether they were well-dressed and looked relatively high-status, or they were shabby and looked humble, there was no distinction between them. They talked excitedly and hugged each other.
Drinking wine on the shoulder.
The look in each other's eyes, their demeanor and movements make it hard for you to believe that they are people from different classes.
And more importantly...
"These people are extraordinary." After watching for a while, Charles suddenly said.
In the family, Charles is not known for his combat prowess, but this does not prevent him from learning how to judge the strength and danger of a knight. This ability was originally born in the Renault family, which leads the Tomahawk Knights. Most of them
Under such circumstances, they only need to take a look to know whether someone can be their enemy.
Charles didn't know where the old knights around Luke came from, but he knew that any one of these old men was more dangerous than everyone in this tavern put together.
It was an indescribable feeling. It was like facing a group of tigers lazily taking a nap in the sun. You instinctively knew how bad the consequences of irritating them would be.
Scott nodded slowly and solemnly.
Compared to Charles, as a strong man in the sanctuary and in charge of the family's core secret guard, he can see more things.
And this is precisely the strangest thing about him.
You know, the Renault family's intelligence agency has its tentacles all over the continent. Not to mention the Solan Empire, it is the Pompeii Empire, the Ferret Empire and even the major families and forces in the Land of Chaos. Scott has accurate and detailed information
Information. Know the powerful ones among them that deserve vigilance and attention.
This ability of almost photographic memory has always been Scott's most secret and proudest thing.
But now, looking at the dozen old people over there, no matter how much he searched in his mind, he couldn't find any information that could match them.
Who are they and where do they come from?
How could such a group of people be so unknown?
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, a group of people at the next table began to argue loudly, which attracted everyone's attention.
"I don't believe that we have so many excellent generals in Lulian, but we can't train a single team. If nothing else, who is worse than our Munich City Guard or the Bavarian Knights? The Phillian invasion,
Even the Prussian province was completely defeated. We were surprised to win..."
"Stop yelling. Speak calmly. I know what you are saying. When it comes to pride, I am equally proud. But wasn't Miss Sophia here at that time? Now she has gone to the imperial capital to form the Fire Phoenix Legion. These generals of our Lulian
Counting on your fingers, how many people are ranked high in the empire?"
"Yes. I heard that even General Fano can't do anything with these mercenaries this time. The strength of these guys is incredible, but their temperament is weirder and hotter than the last one. Besides, they
After working as a mercenary for so many years, fighting habits have become deeply ingrained and difficult to change."
"Look, what did I say earlier? In the past, there were many mercenaries who joined the army during the war, but why have we only had a ragtag army over the years? Why didn't we organize them into a separate army earlier? This is the reason. The mercenaries
Personality and habits are simply impossible to change through training!”
"So, the group of people we Lulian recruited can only be broken up and used?"
"This is the best way."
"But what about the Knights of the Southern Cross? I heard that Mr. Leo will also go north to fight against the demons in the future. If you fail to complete the training, you will probably suffer a big loss."
"Who knows?"
…
For a time, there were different opinions.
Along with the discussion at this table, other drinkers around were also attracted. Whether they knew each other or not, many people jumped in immediately and were obviously keen on this hottest topic at the moment.
Hearing this, Scott snorted coldly.
Obviously these people don't know that the training problem of the mercenaries recruited by Lulian has been solved with the taking over of the Renault family. If the boy named Leo hadn't shown up all the time, the training of the Knights of the Southern Cross would also have been solved.
It has already started.
On the other side, the old knights at Luke's table also stopped talking and listened to everyone's discussion attentively, exchanging complicated looks with each other from time to time.
"Luke, do you know about this?" Michaud put down his wine glass and asked in a low voice.
In the eyes of everyone, Luke shook his head. When he left Munich, the recruitment of the Knights of the Southern Cross had just been completed and the training had not yet begun.
"It seems that our young master has encountered a little trouble." Mi Xiao said thoughtfully.
"The young master is not in the city?" Bai He suddenly turned around and looked at Luke in surprise. He had just heard from the people talking that Leo had not appeared in the past ten days.
Luke smiled bitterly and said: "I've been looking for you everywhere these days, how could I know these things."
"Then what should we do now?" Bai He asked, "Let's just wait and see?"
"I'll go ask Fano first." Luke thought for a while and said.
He was about to get up, but was grabbed by Michaud.
"Wait..." Michaud said.
"What?" Luke asked doubtfully.
"Do Adolf and his subordinate Fano know your identity?" Michaud asked.
"Yeah." Luke nodded.
"Okay, let's go together." Michaud slapped the table and said, "It would be best if we can find the young master. If we can't find him, let's not wait any longer. We might as well go to the military camp."
"Military camp?" Everyone was stunned, and then their eyes lit up.
"That's right," Bai He said excitedly, "Training is troublesome to others, but what does it mean to us? What mercenaries can't be trained? That's because they don't understand at all. Compared to mercenaries,
I think those regular armies are bullshit. There are not many armies in the three major empires that I can take a liking to."
"That's right, no matter how good the soldier is, he is trained to be a fool by those amateurs." Leng Jin agreed.
Another old knight, Ji Feng, who is short and stocky with a broad face and square nose, also said: "It's best if you don't train well. If you really get trained by them, we have to correct it, but we will really have a headache."
Bai He suddenly stood up: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
After throwing away the money and paying the bill, a group of people got up and left the tavern.
The drinkers were still discussing and arguing. Many of them were shouting and blushing, but they didn't notice the group of old knights leaving. Only Scott and others followed them until they were blocked by the rebounding wooden door.
Looking back, Charles saw Scott looking thoughtful and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"
"I always feel that there is something strange about this group of people, but what it is..." Scott shook his head and said. That was a thought that suddenly flashed in his mind, but he couldn't grasp what it was exactly.