Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"Let's toast to celebrate our gathering here." Balmond picked up the wine glass and said to everyone.

The six people sitting below raised their glasses, and when they saw Balmond drink first, they drank it all.

Balmond put down the wine glass, looked at the familiar face on the left, and said with a smile: "Alcott, I didn't expect to meet you again after so many years."

"Lord Balmond, it's been almost 30 years since we parted at Windsor Castle. Time flies." Alcott also said with emotion.

"It's really a long time ago." Balmond couldn't help shaking his head and said, "The last time we met was when my eldest brother inherited the Earl of Eagle. I didn't expect so many years to pass."

"Kadqi, Flora, you two are good brothers and sisters, and you have achieved success now."

Sitting in the first position on the right, Kadqi smiled and said, "Lord Balmond, thank you for your guidance to us brothers and sisters back then."

"If you want to thank someone, thank my eldest brother. Without him calling me back from the army, I would not be able to give you special training. It's just that time flies a little fast. In the blink of an eye, the two little ones have grown up."

"I heard that you are engaged to the daughter of Madmonchi. When you get married, remember to invite me to drink."

"Of course." Kadqi responded a little at a loss.

Then, Balmond turned his eyes to Flora and said gently: "Flora, I heard that you are still unmarried."

"Yes, Lord Balmond." Flora looked directly at Balmond and said neither servilely nor arrogantly, "I plan to consider my life after breaking through the gold level. I don't have this idea now."

"I am still the little girl back then, and my temper is still so stubborn."

Balmond recalled the scene more than 20 years ago, shook his head and said with a smile: "Follow your inner thoughts. After breaking through the gold level, if you can't find a satisfactory man, come to me and I will introduce you to a few."

After hearing this, Flora nodded with a blush. This was the first time that Weilin saw his aunt blushing. It was really away from Dapu.

"Brian, why don't you stand up and say hello when you see me." Balmond stared at Brian who was sitting opposite Weilin and said to him.

"Well, Uncle Balmond, long time no see."

Brian stood up reluctantly, looked at Balmond, and recalled the scene of being beaten before, and couldn't help shivering.

"You have been reckless since childhood and have no business sense, but it is also your luck to meet the right subordinates."

"Uncle Balmond, you are wrong. That was me in the past. Now I have changed... Well, you are right. I still need to correct it." Brian looked at the familiar smile on the opposite side and immediately changed his words.

"Follow your magic knight and learn well. Don't be lazy."

"Yes, Uncle Balmond." Brian nodded timidly to avoid being beaten later.

Finally, Balmond looked at Edgar and said in a casual tone: "Edgar, although you and I meet for the first time, we are blood-soluble relatives. If you have any troubles that cannot be solved, you can come to me at any time during this period."

"Thank you, Lord Balmond." Edgar stood up, bowed and saluted, and thanked respectfully.

"Come, have another drink. I am very happy to see you today."

The banquet lasted for more than two hours. The unfamiliar relatives became more familiar. Seeing the third uncle and the cousin talking and laughing, Weilin felt that this banquet was not held in vain.

However, this time, Weilin also looked at his uncle with new eyes.

Unexpectedly, in the midst of his busy affairs, he also took the time to get to know several other tribesmen, and calmly found connections among them, and skillfully handled the relationship to bring the two sides closer.

Weilin was shocked and said he had learned something.

…

Ten days later, the Sailuopu Corps set out, and a large number of combat troops left the Brazilian A camp in batches and rushed to the Gray Mang Wasteland.

In less than ten days, more than half of the camp covering an area of ​​40 square kilometers was empty, leaving less than 100,000 logistics personnel and auxiliary soldiers.

After a few days of meetings, Weilin was appointed as the commander of the 13th Transport Battalion, and together with the 14th Transport Battalion, he was responsible for transporting the military rations of the Sixth Legion. In addition to the 800 people in the headquarters, 1,200 regular soldiers and 2,000 auxiliary soldiers will be transferred to his command, as well as 50 Cokaros beasts.

According to the requirements given by the Sailuopu Corps, regular soldiers are apprentices of intermediate level and above, and auxiliary soldiers are apprentices of low level and ordinary human soldiers.

The origin of these 3,200 people is also complicated. They are the military service tasks assigned by the kingdom to the baronies in the provinces of Kadlo and Serop that did not meet the military requirements.

In other words, these people are important military forces in the hands of local nobles in their hometowns, responsible for maintaining the security of the territory and an important tool for the rule of the nobles.

But here, they are just a group of logistics personnel, a group of cannon fodder assigned at will, and they fill in wherever there is a shortage of people.

"Kyle, go and count the noble children here and give me an accurate number."

"Yes, my lord."

After receiving the order, Kyle took a team of soldiers and began to clean up the noble children.

After a while, looking at the more than 60 noble children standing in the front row, he was speechless.

Wearing iron armor and holding iron weapons is already considered to be in good shape, barely considered to be what a noble should be.

Some noble children even wear half-body armor, and their weapons are still weapons, with a sloppy image.

Weilin walked back and forth, randomly pointed at a nobleman and said, "What's your name, which family are you from, and what's your occupation?"

The nobleman pointed at by the scabbard stood up in fear, and said in a trembling voice: "To answer your words, my name is Cook Doslan, from the Doslan Baron family, the sixth son of the contemporary baron, and my profession is a low-level bronze warrior."

"How many people did you bring?"

Looking at this nobleman in iron armor, Weilin frowned and asked.

The nobleman Cook saw that Weilin looked bad, and replied tremblingly: "According to the governor's request, I brought five bronze professionals, fifty regular soldiers, and three hundred and fifty auxiliary soldiers."

"Who are the other four? Please stand up."

As soon as Weilin finished speaking, four noblemen stood up.

Two of them wore iron armor and two wore leather armor.

"You are all descendants of the Doslan Baron family, and the fifty regular soldiers are all collateral descendants of your family."

"Yes, sir." A mature and steady middle-aged man replied respectfully.

Welin waved his hand and asked them to return to the team.

Perhaps this is the truest appearance of the bottom-level baron family in this world. They send their children to the battlefield to complete the mission and to get to know a noble.

And he, in the eyes of these people, is a big shot.

But then again, he is.

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