Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The Southern Territory had already entered summer. According to previous years, it would already be a time of steaming seas and scorching heat, so hot that even the wind would be lazy, and the leaves would be too lethargic to sway.

But now, it was instead the most comfortable climate. Wearing a thin linen shirt was perfect for enjoying the cool breeze.

Levi stood on the carriage, looking into the distance. The sky was high and the land vast. Under the sun, the pine needle forest rustled in the breeze, and the rye grass on the grassland rolled like waves of wheat.

The terrain of Deber was relatively flat, with few mountains and many plains. This also meant that Deber had several times more cavalry than other countries. Even a baron could have hundreds of cavalrymen.

This land was constantly changing, but it would not change because of anyone. The demons wouldn't, and neither would the people of the future.

"The sky is high for birds to fly, the sea is wide for fish to leap."

"My, Hu Han-san's, good days are coming."

This trip south had been very rewarding for Highcliff Castle. In a great mood, Levi couldn't help but shake his head and recite a few lines.

"Lord, we'll be leaving first."

A voice came. Turning around, he saw Fojero, dressed in riding clothes and riding a low-level magical beast.

The lord was standing on the carriage, a head taller than him, and casually said, "Alright, be careful on the road. When you pass through Dreadfort, say hello to Skye for me and tell him to come to Highcliff Castle for a cup of tea when he has time."

Since this knight was assigned to oversee the long logistics route, Levi had not seen him again. To be honest, he did miss him a bit.

After all, besides women, he didn't have many people he was close to.

Originally, Ando counted as half, but this guy had to plant a flag before he left, which led to him being ambushed and destroyed by demons.

It was a lesson for the lord, by setting an example.

"When the lord passes through Whitewater City, you might as well come to my manor for a visit. Rollina can discuss trade matters with Highcliff Castle with you," Fojero said, seizing the opportunity. His face was serious, without any other selfish motives.

"Alright," Levi agreed without thinking.

If Highcliff Castle, located in the wilderness, wanted to develop, it had to exchange goods and engage in large-scale trade.

The wilderness was full of endless grasslands, whether it was warhorses, various animal skins, or magical materials from magical beasts, all of which were lacking in Deber.

Finally, Fojero led the Thorns Legion soldiers away, embarking on the road back to Whitewater City.

They were the last batch of soldiers to leave. After the lord rejected Frina, this decisive Duchess of the North directly led the main force away, leaving only Fojero to do the finishing work.

After all, such a large army was a huge challenge to logistics, every extra day they stayed here. Fortunately, some of the logistics were supported by Lia from Cullen.

However, the first to leave were Fatir and Mandela with that group of griffon knights.

The former had been out for too long and had to return to the Holy Light Church as soon as possible. Before leaving, he kept telling the lord to visit the Holy Light Church.

As for Mandela?

The lord got angry just thinking about it. They had clearly agreed to talk to them about Zion, his deputy, after dealing with the remaining demons.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the demons were dealt with, this guy directly took the Vanguard Swordsmen and left on the griffon, leaving only a note full of words—Levi, I'm leaving Sir Zion to you, he will tell you everything.

Levi vowed that if he met this guy next time, he would have a friendly sparring match with him!

Just like that, the war couldn't be fought, and everyone simply disbanded on the spot, each going back to their own home.

And the Highcliff Castle team became the last force that hadn't left yet, no, Diamond didn't leave either, or rather, had nowhere to go.

As if thinking about something would make it happen, just as Levi thought this, a burly, resolute-faced middle-aged man, like a lion, strode towards him.

"Lord, is this guy here to cause us trouble?" Rifinchi rubbed his still slightly bruised eye sockets and asked curiously.

As a painter born and raised in Cullen, he knew about the conflicts between these two.

If it weren't for the Lion Hunter in front of him, Diamond would be the lord of the entire Southern Territory, instead of the lonely man whose soldiers abandoned him.

"Still want to cause me trouble?" Levi sneered, "If that's the case, I'm worried I won't find a chance to deal with him."

After the demon war ended, he wrote a detailed report on the war, without any personal bias, to Lia.

It also included an inquiry on how to deal with Diamond.

The final result was still the same, in this war, most of those who died were civilians, and very few were nobles.

The suffering of the people, whether in peace or war, was not just talk.

Lia's disposal of Diamond was to demote him to a baron, have him stationed at Bone Fortress for life, not allowed to step out of here, and only three thousand soldiers could be left under his command, with the rest all sent back to Cullen.

Levi was not surprised by this, after all, the Southern Territory's title seizures were all internal infighting.

To put it bluntly, Diamond had held Lia when she was a child.

Unless it was a feud of killing one's father, even if it was a seizure of title, the other party would not be put to death, at most it would be life imprisonment, or this kind of exile to the border, so that he could never make waves again.

Originally, the lord was looking forward to this guy stubbornly rejecting Lia's disposal, so that he could eliminate future troubles forever.

But it was not clear whether the other party knew that the general trend was over, or because Lia chose to return Penny and her son, this "Golden Lion of the Highlands" actually agreed.

"Levi, you are a true hero." Unexpectedly, the other party's opening words surprised the lord.

"Just luck," It was said that one shouldn't hit a smiling face, and Levi was not the kind of petty person who was proud of his success. He just waved his hand casually and jumped off the carriage.

"Putting aside everything else, please allow me to thank you."

"If it weren't for you, then the sixty thousand soldiers under my command would have all been buried here."

Levi saw a trace of clarity and peace in his eyes. He had only seen this kind of look in one person, and that was Cross.

When the old general faced the moment before the fire, his eyes were also like this, which was something that people who had figured everything out and were relieved could have.

This "Golden Lion of the Highlands" may have done a lot of stupid things in the past, but he was essentially a marshal who was extremely good to his soldiers.

After all, it was extremely rare to put down his dignity and thank him, his enemy, for a group of soldiers.

Not to mention easily letting the remaining soldiers leave here and return to Cullen and their respective hometowns.

It was said that the remaining three thousand soldiers were all die-hard loyalists who couldn't be driven away.

It could be seen that his prestige among the soldiers was extremely high, even Fojero couldn't compare.

"No need to be like this, I didn't do it for you," Levi said calmly.

"But that's the fact," Diamond said.

Then the two looked at the white clouds in the sky, and fell silent for a while.

After a long while, Diamond suddenly said something to break the silence that felt like years.

"Levi, what do you think would have happened if I had won you over in Cullen back then?"

Levi rolled his eyes at this greasy sentence, turned around and left, leaving only a sentence in place:

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, Diamond, cherish the present..."

Just as this land would not stop for anyone, time would not turn back for anyone.

The lord would never regret what he had done before, and would only cherish the present.

...

"Lord Levi, I didn't expect that in the end, only this old man would be left with you."

Levi returned to the camp, happened to meet Bodov, and took a walk with him.

This independent mage actually came here to support him alone, so his destination was different from everyone else.

The people of Highcliff Castle were tidying up their supplies, the giants were humping and hauling things onto the carriages, and the goatmen and rabbitmen were covering them with tarpaulins and securing them with hemp ropes.

The summer weather in Deber was unpredictable. One second it was cloudless, and the next second it might be cloudy, with torrential raindrops falling.

So rain protection measures had to be taken in advance.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Highcliff Castle was about to embark on the road back.

"Just call me Levi," Levi waved his hand. He got along better with this old mage who was clearly a spellcaster, but liked to fight up close with a long sword.

"By the way, Old Bo, how many spellcasters are there in your mage tower?"

As soon as he was free, the lord couldn't help but think differently.

The mage tower was also called the White Tower, and it stood in the sea east of Deber. It was said to be ninety-nine stories high and extremely mysterious. Only those who were guided by the gods could find it.

This was a transcendent force, which meant that the spellcasters inside were still wild mages, so the lord naturally had ideas.

"Levi, you better not think about it," Bodov said, laughing and crying. He knew exactly what this Highcliff Castle lord was thinking.

"Although the mages of the mage tower do not belong to any force, they are a group of old scholars who are not interested in anything other than magic."

"Some people travel the continent to find ancient things, wanting to explore the ancient traces of magic, and some people stay in the mage tower day and night to study magic."

"Like me, I just happened to meet this thing and decided to take care of it. After all, the mage tower's duty is to protect the entire material world."

"It can be said that if the other party does not actively reveal his identity, you can't even imagine that a barefoot farmer tilling in the field is actually a mage from the White Tower," Bodov spread his hands: "And the other party is a mage who studies earth magic, and personally cultivates only because he believes that this will enhance his affinity with the earth."

"So Levi, unless the other party takes the initiative to find you, don't try to find any mage from the mage tower, it will only be a waste of effort!"

"Are you interested in going to Highcliff Castle for a drink?" Levi said calmly, "The entire Highcliff Castle will welcome you."

"..." Bodov was silent for a while.

He thought this guy wanted to dig up his friends and partners, but he didn't expect him to be coming for him.

"To be honest, I really want to go to Highcliff Castle to see it, because you yourself are too magical. I have seen many people, but no one is like you, full of miracles," Bodov said truthfully, without any concealment: "But it's probably not possible now, I have to go back to the White Tower first."

His eyes were deep, looking at the horizon in the sky, which was an endless plain, and also the east.

"The White Tower is responsible for guarding the material world, and now various space channels from other worlds have appeared in this world, just like a tree has been bitten out of many holes by insects."

"It stands to reason that this is impossible. Something must have happened in the White Tower. I have to go back and find out what's going on."

"Alright, have a good trip," The lord was in awe and gave his sincere blessings.

This old man in a mage robe and a mage hat was really thinking about everyone. Although Levi was not this kind of person, it did not prevent him from respecting people who cared about the world.

And he was also curious about what was the reason behind this.

The dark elves in the Underdark came to the ground through space channels, and so did the current demons, and this was only in Deber.

It was completely impossible to imagine how many space channels from other worlds were connected to this world in the entire Middle Ages.

"Although I can't go to Highcliff Castle, I'll give you this four-star stone."

"There are a total of four of these alchemy creations, which are born together and can sense each other within a certain range. If my old friend passes by Highcliff Castle, he will definitely visit. I hope this will help you, Levi."

Finally, Bodov blinked his eyes, took out a crystal with four corners, the size of a thumb, and crystal clear like white crystal from his arms and handed it over.

Levi was not polite, took it and put it in his pocket, and prepared to tie it with a rope when he had time and tie it around his neck.

After all, this thing was related to three other spellcasters who were at least as strong as Bodov.

He really didn't expect Bodov to be so kind.

When the sun rose high, this mage rode a black warhorse that the lord had given him, pressed his hat brim and went to the east alone, the strong wind blew his robe and the wheat-like dancing rye grass seemed to be sending him off.

And the clear sky and the vast and boundless fertile field formed a beautiful picture.

The Highcliff Castle team then cleaned up and a series of carriages full of baggage fell behind, forming a long dragon, heading north.

Levi stood on the carriage and looked out. The camp, which he couldn't see the end of at a glance, was now just a mess, and there was no one.

Everyone he knew had left, leaving only the Highcliff Castle team as the bottom.

It was inevitable that there was a little emptiness in his heart, but this feeling came and went quickly.

Looking at Heather, Sophia, Mir, and Layton on the carriage, and looking at Zart, Gus, and Hogg next to him.

Now he was not alone, and had a group of people under his command, and he couldn't help but feel proud and couldn't help but shout at the top of his voice.

"Little ones, let's go home!"

In an instant, the response was varied.

The barbarians roared excitedly, the centaurs ran on the fertile fields, the hooves sounded like drums, and the dire wolves of the jackalmen began to howl to the sky.