They all call me master

Hearing Arthur's words, Edwin made a gesture to one of his squad leaders.

Immediately, the team leader jumped onto a specially prepared cart nearby - the horse had already been unbridled, and a wooden box was placed under the cart to maintain balance. There were also wooden boxes placed on the cart, but it was They are stacked in the form of three on the bottom, two on top.

A temporary sentry tower was thus formed.

The squad leader's eyesight was also good enough, and he could see everything clearly after just a few seconds of looking at it.

"They are nobles, bastards from the West Berlin and Einhas families!"

The squad leader reported the situation in a low voice.

Arthur clearly heard the captain's address to the Marquis of West Berlin and the Margrave of Einhas. Not only was there no honorific or honorific, but his tone was contemptuous and insulting.

Although the authority of nobles has been greatly reduced after entering the "Pioneer Era", this kind of title is still very bold - including Nanlos, nobles still need to be addressed with honorifics in public places, but it is written in the new law, and those who violate it Need to be whipped.

Of course, most of the time, people are no longer so rigid in how they address nobles, they just express it.

But like this squad leader, most people don't dare.

After all, the whip will hurt when it hits you.

The squad leader's indifference naturally stems from the 'Ms. Long Night'.

Arthur could fully imagine how Malinda, who had recently been troubled by the Marquis of West Berlin and the Margraves of Einhaus, was cursing in private.

Unfortunately, he didn't see it.

Otherwise, he would definitely tease her and stimulate Malinda's nerves.

It's just a simple joke between friends, definitely not because Malinda said that there must be a weakness in the 'Kratos family' without Muggles.

He, Arthur Kratos, as a young, upright, simple and kind-hearted 'spiritual medium', how could he be so vindictive?

Illusions are all illusions.

Arthur thought with great certainty, and at the same time, he began to adjust himself.

Compared with the previous two batches of appetizers, the people who come this time are the main meals.

He must use all his energy to deal with it.

Maybe the nobles are annoying.

However, nobles are also powerful.

Relying on bloodline talent, as well as accumulated knowledge and wealth over the years, regardless of whether others admit it or not, these guys are the superiors in the world in front of them.

Even with the rise of gunpowder, it was the same in the 'Pioneer Era'.

And, it will remain this way for a long time to come.

Rising gunpowder?

The existence of a 'mysterious side' is destined to be suppressed.

unless……

A war swept the world, leaving all the nobles exhausted and forced to use more ordinary people.

Only then will gunpowder truly rise and explode with power that catches the nobles off guard.

Now?

Naturally, follow the rules.

Standing in front of the mountain stream, Arthur stared at the two teams of cavalry advancing in parallel but distinct in the distance - each team of thirty-one cavalry, and the leading cavalry held high the swallow-tail flag.

The eagle spreads its wings on the blue swallow-tail flag, and its eyes are as sharp as knives.

The two long swords on the red swallow-tail flag are crossed, showing off their sharp edges.

The former represents the Margrave of West Berlin.

The latter represents Margrave Einhas.

Da da da!

The uniform sound of horse hooves and the scraping of armor formed a special rhythm. Under the slanting sunlight, the armor all over his body reflected a dazzling light.

This light shines on everyone present.

Except, myself in armor.

Edwin stood one step behind Arthur. The coachman squinted his eyes to watch the two groups of cavalry more clearly, and kept gesticulating with his right hand hidden behind his back.

Immediately, except for the 20 people who left to buy food and supplies, the remaining 130 people took action quickly.

One hundred and thirty people pushed the carriage and arranged it into two parallel rows with an interval of less than two meters, and fifty of them began to mount their horses.

The remaining eighty people stood in formations on the left, center and right.

There were thirty people in the middle and twenty-five people on each side, led by their respective captains. The front row squatted, the back row half-crouched, and the last row stood up straight, all raising the firecrackers in their hands.

Among the fifty-man convoy members who mounted their horses, five elites had already rushed out.

Not a rush.

But investigation.

Their mission is to detect whether there are ambushes or traps around them.

If so, report it.

If not, send out a signal, and the following cavalry will circle back or insert diagonally.

While the members of the convoy formed a defensive formation with their carts, the cavalry of the Marquis of West Berlin and the Margrave of Einhas continued to move forward.

When the members of the convoy formed a battle formation, the cavalry of the Marquis of West Berlin and the Margrave of Einhas slowed down their advance.

When the cavalry members of the convoy sent out reconnaissance cavalry, the cavalry of the Marquis of West Berlin and the Margrave of Einhas stopped advancing.

Not timid!

We are not here for war!

Karlal, the special envoy of Marquis Einhas, told himself this, but the eyes he stared at the convoy of the 'Lady of the Night' were like a wild beast that chooses people to eat.

Karal swears on his noble honor that the so-called merchant escort in front of him is the army!

Moreover, it is an army completely trained in the elite army mode and composed of veterans who have participated in more than one battle!

Look at the skillful riding skills, the calmness when facing the cavalry pressure, and the commander's response. It has surpassed most of the nobles' private soldiers.

"damn it!

What does she want to do?

She raised an army! "

Unable to bear it, Carlal cursed regardless of his grace.

Jimt, who was in the team next to him, looked at this 'army' with great interest. As far as he knew, the 'Lady of the Night' had nearly a thousand caravan guards. Of course, it was claimed to be to protect the growing number of people. A strong caravan business, if these thousand people were all veterans of this level, would be enough to give local lords a headache anywhere.

By the way, this lady has four private islands on the South Los Angeles offshore archipelago.

It claims to be a sugarcane plantation.

Although sugar cane is also produced, this does not prevent the island from having similar escorts, right?

More importantly, this lady also has the "Long Night" as her flagship, three ocean-going fleets composed of thirty-seven large ships.

There are about 5,000 people in these three ocean-going fleets...

Thinking about the secret information coming from within the family, Jimt couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a terrible woman!

South Los is such a horrible place!

One tigress is scary enough, and now here comes another one...

It’s really dangerous! "

Jimt said this, but his eyes went beyond the team members and looked at the conspicuous black figure in the crowd, with a hint of excitement in his eyes——

‘Arthur?

I finally see you! ’