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Simon looked at them with interest. After a while, after they calmed down, he asked: "Who are you?"

"Sir, I am Leroy Kaye, the fifth son of Baron Kenler Kaye of the Green Forest Territory, and she is my sister, Fleur Kaye.

This evening, our camp was attacked by bandits. There were too many of them!

The camp was not defended, so my sister and I escaped into the forest under the protection of a group of guards, but we encountered a hell of a pack of wolves again!

Sir, can you help us recapture the camp? "

The little guy who was talking seemed to have just grown up, about the same age as Simon.

He behaves relatively calmly and is obviously well-educated.

"Was your father Kenler a noble before he was granted the title of baronet?" Simon asked calmly.

"Yes, sir, we are from the Kaye family of Windmill Town in the Brook Valley. We did not choose another surname."

"Oh, what's more, what other territories does your family have?" Simon nodded slightly and asked.

"Sir, no more. We only had Windmill Town before, and it has been more than a hundred years.

Recently, my father obtained the fiefdom of Green Forest Territory. "

LeRoy replied with a sincere expression, as if seeing that Simon was about the same age as him, he didn't have much awe.

"Oh, so you have a lot of uncles and uncles in your family?"

"Yes, I have three uncles, four uncles, and..." LeRoy counted.

Simon was no longer interested in listening. This was an old aristocratic family. Although the title was not high, it was just a baron.

But with a century-old business and intricate connections, there must be relatives everywhere, so it would be difficult for Lu Lin to plot this fiefdom.

Baron Kenleer's strength should be pretty good. After all, with the support of his hometown, the bandits actually managed to break through the camp.

It shows that this group of thieves is very unusual and is definitely not a ragtag group.

Thinking of this, Simon became worried for a while.

"No, the troops are still too few. We need to train the serfs when we go back. At least they must be able to walk in a goose step.

As long as you take the right step, you will be scared to death! "He thought to himself.

"Sir, please help us. The Kaye family will never forget you! You will gain our friendship!"

LeRoy shouted innocently, interrupting Simon's thoughts.

"How many bandits are there?" he asked immediately.

"One hundred...maybe two hundred people! Or more..." LeRoy was obviously unsure.

"How many troops do you have in the Green Forest Territory?" Seeing this, Simon asked again.

"Thirty spearmen, twenty sword and shield light infantry, ten short archers, ten axe-throwers, fifty militiamen...

By the way, there are a dozen light cavalry and two family knights! "LeRoy recalled, not knowing whether he had any reservations.

"What's the strength of your knight? Silver knight? Golden warrior?" Simon frowned slightly and asked inquiringly.

"Uh... not that powerful, probably... comparable to the Silver Warriors, they can't use fighting skills.

Only the patriarch of our family, Baron Hosler Kay of Windmill Town, can use fighting qi skills. He is over a hundred years old..."

"Hey, at least he's a bronze knight. This little guy is really interesting."

Simon thought in his mind that his seemingly ignorant words actually contained threats.

"Then how was your camp built?"

"Uh...that's it, we follow..."

Just like this, after about half an hour of asking and answering, Simon had a general understanding of the situation in the Green Forest Territory.

Baron Kenler's strength is okay, but not as good as him and Verrill. There are only seventy or eighty retired soldiers.

Among them, only a little more than half are equipped with iron armor.

From this point of view, the support provided by Windmill Town is very limited. An ordinary set of iron-clad light armor is only worth three or four Golden Eagles.

It shouldn't be difficult for a century-old baron family to prepare a hundred sets, right?

"Maybe the Bronze Knight is too busy with the money. The life potion is not cheap."

Simon thought for a moment and thought so.

In this case, the bandits don't seem to be as scary as imagined.

Thinking too much was of no use, so Simon decided to personally lead his troops to conduct a reconnaissance tomorrow. If it was too strong, he would consider the long term.

If you can clean it up, then do it. Baron Kenler's collection, plus the proceeds from the bandits' plunder, should allow him to live a prosperous life.

"Sir LeRoy, I can lead my troops to have a look tomorrow. If the robbers are defeated, all the harvest will be mine.

You have no objection to this, right? Simon smiled.

"That's...ok." Leroy was not an inexperienced child, so he nodded in agreement without hesitating for long.

"Mylan, arrange a place for this Sir and the lady.

Airey and Shelter, be careful tonight! "Simon immediately ordered.

"Yes!" Everyone responded.

After Simon looked around at them, he walked away and returned to his room.

This is a small wooden house of twenty or thirty square meters, with a fresh scent of vegetation floating in the air.

The room was a little damp, but it couldn't be better than this at the moment. Simon didn't take off his armor, climbed onto the wooden bed, lay down and fell asleep.

The forest wolves outside the camp were still howling, but they lingered until midnight and dispersed when they saw no opportunity to take advantage of them.

After dawn, Simon woke up, got out of bed and stretched, went to the bedside, picked up the sword, put it on his waist, and pushed the door open.

"Sir, good morning! Breakfast is ready." Mailan was guarding outside the door. Seeing him come out, he immediately greeted him.

"Bring it in, or black bread and rye porridge?" Simon asked expressionlessly.

"Sir, there is wolf meat. We picked up the dead bodies of forest wolves outside the camp in the early morning." Mailan smiled.

"Really? Bring it in quickly."

Simon's face lit up and he shouted.

Forest wolves should be similar to dogs. Dog meat is very fragrant. This thing should not be much worse.

"Sir, please wait a moment!" Mailan responded.

After a while, several guards brought the food together and put it on the simple long table in the house.

Black bread and rye porridge are indispensable. What attracts attention is the large piece of roasted wolf chops. In addition, there is a bowl of wild vegetable soup.

After washing his hands, Simon walked over and took a few glances. He drank a mouthful of porridge first, and then began to gnaw on the wolf chops.

He frowned slightly. The wolf meat was not as delicious as he had imagined. It was too dry and sour. But at least it was meat, and the aroma was strong enough.

Not long after, he finished all the food and muttered, "Pheasant is still delicious, and venison is also good.

Well, let's do it. The sooner we finish the work, the sooner we go back..."

He walked out of the house and said to Mailan, "Gather the team and go through the forest.

Let the people of the Iron Bear Mercenary Group explore the way first and find out how many bandits there are."

"Yes!" Mailan responded and went to notify.

After a while, Shelt walked over and said respectfully, "Sir, we are ready."

"Well, go ahead. Pay attention to concealment when you act. Your task is to find out how many bandits there are." Simon nodded and smiled.

"Yes!" Shelt responded with a firm look in his eyes, and then led people out of the camp and into the forest.

As soon as he left, Aile and Hilde also assembled their direct troops.

Simon reviewed the troops, took Leroy Kaye and three others with him, left a dozen people to guard the camp, and the rest went into the forest.

This time, he brought 50 guards and 100 infantrymen, two-thirds of whom were equipped with iron armor.