Chapter 140

On December 18, 1458, the winter season once again came to the north of stoke kingdom.

The cold winter wind swept the bitter land, but it could not prevent the lively and festive atmosphere, because it was the glorious Memorial Day in less than half a month.

Every people living in Stoke Kingdom, whether poor or rich, humble or noble, are preparing for the arrival of the glorious memorial day of the new year. This is the best farewell to the coming year, and also praying that the God of light can protect them for a bumper harvest in the coming year.

After nearly two years of transformation and expansion, ewendell Town, once a transit farming town, has gradually become a prosperous trading town, attracting countless traders and wandering mercenaries to and from here.

"Hey, congrif, this... The town of irvindale has changed too much!" a mercenary in lock armor stared at the crowded and prosperous city gate in front of the towering and majestic city wall.

"I remember, just two years ago... Yes, when I left here two years ago, there were only a few leather herbal traders here. Now..."

"Hahaha, Horace, that's your bad luck." the mercenary called congrif turned his head and said with a smile. His calloused right hand hit Horace's shoulder.

"Remember the pioneering knight who just came to irvindale town at that time? The rumor is not reliable. It's a very complicated guy."

"Now the town of irvindale can develop into such a scale, thanks to the iron blood policy of the pioneering knight, no, Baron modrian!" Congreve couldn't help swallowing foam when he looked at the column of Black Knights standing in front of the city gate, and the scarlet memory came to his mind again.

"More than a year ago, a fine iron vein was found in the renwal mountains, but it attracted the attention of many northern nobles. Guess the final outcome?"

The thin Horace rubbed his sore shoulder and looked up at the cold and iron city guards standing in the wall. He had no choice but to shake his head and was forced to cooperate with Congreve's "performance".

"What's the ending?"

"Hey, of course, the outcome is that Baron modrian won. It is rumored that nearly 5000 people died in the first World War outside the town of ewendell, and many extraordinary knights and kingdom nobles were included." Congreve slowed down and whispered close to Horace, mixed with a trace of unspeakable fear.

"Well, I know, the result must be that Baron modrian won... Wait, you mean there was a small-scale war, and 5000 people died... It's impossible... This is in the stoke Kingdom..." Horace had a casual look. When he heard his partner's words, he couldn't help questioning loudly. He knew the order and strictness of the laws and regulations of the kingdom.

Congreve saw the people around him staring at it with lively eyes. His face suddenly changed. He directly covered Horace's mouth and roared.

"Damn it, Horace, what are you doing? Who made you talk so loudly... Get out of here. I don't want to be watched by the Knights of the Knox empire."

With the rapid footsteps, the two mercenaries accelerated and disappeared into the crowded crowd.

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In the bustling and noisy town of ewendell, neat and clean cyan streets extend in all directions. A large number of armed and hordes of wandering mercenaries can be seen everywhere. From time to time, there are traders constantly looking for business opportunities.

Not only the existence of human businessmen, but also other ethnic businessmen from countries near stoke Kingdom also trade in this newly prosperous town, adding a sense of prosperity.

"Hoo hoo, don't be so afraid, congrif. You said it was a rumor. Would the Lord modrian care?" Horace stood in an alley and gasped. Up to now, he still didn't believe congrif's previous words. The Kingdom law deeply affected his soul.

"Rumor? Hey, you bastard assassin, if you hadn't saved my life, I would have abandoned you at the city gate just now and let those cold-blooded guys catch you." Congreve wiped the sweat on his forehead and said ferociously.

"If it's really a rumor, I'll be so afraid! And think about it, why doesn't any northern nobles dare to covet this trade town like a gold mine? And those refined iron ores transported every day!"

"Because Baron modrian's prestige awed those hypocritical nobles who were soft and hard, the battle in the town of ewendell more than a year ago directly interrupted their backbone and completely defeated their confidence."

"However, this is the territory of the kingdom. How can there be a small-scale war or an internal war!"

Horace is still puzzled. His memory two years ago is completely inconsistent with that of now. He has heard of the pioneering Knight modrian. He seems to be the second son of the Viscount scarlet, a very mediocre young nobleman.

"And, Congreve, why do you know so clearly?"

"Bah!" Congreve spat a mouthful of thick sputum, slightly shrugged his shoulders, and tried to keep his tone normal.

"Don't you feel the dark tide of stoke Kingdom now? You're an informed assassin." he continued with a trembling tone, looking at his suddenly silent partner.

"As for why I know, Hei hei, because I was once hired by a dead nobleman to participate in that hell like battle."

"The goddess of luck favored me. I survived and now become a senior mercenary active in the town of ewendell!"

The atmosphere of silence shrouded between the two mercenaries. They were silent one after another. The cold law of the law of the jungle made them feel powerless.

Patter!

The heavy palm slapped on Horace's shoulder again, and Congreve's stiff face pulled out a smile, as if he didn't care about the past memory, but the humble fear remained in the depths of his pupils.

"Well, these are not what we lowly mercenaries can consider."

"Come on, I'll show you around the town of ewendell today. Maybe we can have a free wheat wine."

Looking up slightly, Horace looked at Congreve's tall figure and smiled again on his silent face. He also cared about the situation in Stoke Kingdom and what to do. Now he is just a wandering mercenary.

He wants to enjoy today's leisure time.

Then he followed Congreve's footsteps and visited the town of ewendell, which had been transformed successfully by fine iron veins.

Compared with the large cities Horace has visited and the more prosperous trade cities, there is a sense of order that can not be clearly explained.

Yes, sense of order!

All the people in the town of ewendell, including the rebellious and strong mercenaries and the cunning and greedy businessmen, are following a certain order and dare not step over the minefield.

"This is an order cast with blood. You know, when refined iron ore is traded here, dozens of bloody battles occur every day, and death is completely filled inside and outside the town."

"But everything ended with the intervention of Baron modrian. His black cavalry slaughtered countless greedy guys who didn't obey the rules and order."

"Even the great knights who are high above are no exception. I have seen the heads of those great men interspersed on the red axe blade flag at the top of the wall."

Congreve stopped in front of a deep and silent alley, his face slightly excited.

"Here, Horace, this is the most special place in irvindale Town, and it's also......" Congreve turned to his partner behind him and explained.

"It's also our mercenary's favorite tavern!"