Chapter 45: Set up camp

Schwab led his troops into the camp of Duke Hanrowei. As a friendly army, Schwab clearly felt that the treatment was too bad. The camps of the nobles were divided separately, with brightly colored flags floating above the spire tent, and the knights in bright armor fought each other in the open space, while the other nobles watched with wine glasses in their hands. The terrain was empty and in the upper wind, and the air was circulating close to the water source, while the soldiers were placed near the swamps and forests.

"Mr. Remund, please place your troops here." A messenger led Schwab and others to a place far away from the noble camp, where the stench of vegetation rotten was everywhere.

"Bah, it's really damn. Are you blind? We are reinforcements from Sayfu. How dare you put us in such a place? Koro cursed in anger.

"Sir, this is the Duke's order, I just follow the order." The messenger didn't care. If the noble Earl of Medoor was alive, he would definitely be well arranged. However, although Remond had the same bloodline as Earl of Medoor, no noble would agree with this timid and cowardly guy.

"At least we should clean up this dirty place for some servants." Raymond, dressed in gorgeous clothes, muttered dissatisfied, but after hearing his words, everyone, including Schwab, couldn't help rolling their eyes, and the messenger's face showed even more disdainful expressions.

"I will make arrangements as soon as possible." The messenger lowered his head slightly and turned around to leave. Suddenly, several nobles in chain armor came from behind.

"Yeah, isn't this Remond? Why did you come to fight when you are here? Did I read it wrong, or did the witch perform some magic?" The nobleman wearing a light yellow tights and bearded mocked while walking.

"Oh, it's you, Lord Georg." Schwab clearly felt Reymond's body retreating, looking very scared. The only reason why he didn't let him do this immediately was the noble's reserve.

"Sir, please introduce this noble master to me." Schwab approached Remond calmly, supported Remond with his hands so that he could not retreat, and pushed him forward.

"Hey, hey, this is Count Georg of Bern. He has just inherited his father's title and territory." Reymond said with a bitter face.

"Oh, Remund, have you forgotten your old classmates who studied in seminary together?" Earl Georg stepped forward and hugged Remund's neck enthusiastically. It seemed familiar, but in the eyes of Schwab and others, they almost knocked Remund to death.

"Sir, please allow me to introduce myself. I am from the free-leader of the Mark Knights, Sir Schwab." Of course, Schwab would not let his employer suffer a loss. Although Remond was greedy and stingy, he still had to rely on him to support the storefront. So Schwab stretched out his hand and grabbed Georg's arm and drove him away from Remond's neck.

"Oh, cough, I'm going to suffocate." Remond blushed and bent over and coughed hard.

"Who are you? How dare you talk to me like this?" Georg stared at Schwab, who grabbed his arm.

"Ah, I know him, my friend." The nobleman next to Earl Georg whispered in his ear. Earl Georg slowly frowned and looked at Schwab with a strange look.

"Are you the champion of the Hanrowe Knights Competition?" Although Earl Georg said in a disdainful tone, it was a little gentler than before.

"Yes, sir." Schwab didn't expect that even Earl Georg and others knew him. No wonder those knights tried hard to participate in the competition, and even borrowed money to buy armor to sign up. Not only for the sake of generous rewards, but also for the promotion of personal reputation. This is like the first recommendation and strong recommendation of the website (laugh, don't hit me), which can quickly promote their fame at the top of the industry.

"I heard that you defeated Demon Mountain, is it true?" another gossip nobleman asked curiously.

"Yes, sir."

"Ah, it's amazing." The nobles exclaimed, and even the Earl of Earl Georg looking at Schwab became more enthusiastic. Schwab was shocked by the gaze of these nobles, thinking that these guys had no hobby of breaking their backs.

"So, have you been loyal to this Remond?" Earl Georg said in a sour tone, lifting his chin.

"Sir Schwab is almost loyal to me." Although Remond was a little cowardly, he was not stupid. He thought it was a unit that had gathered the number of people, but in a blink of an eye the commander was the champion of the Cavaliers' Competition, which means it was different.

"Absolutely?" The nobles were puzzled. Allegiance means loyalty, so why is there almost the same thing?

"In fact, I was hired by Lord Remond."

"What? Mercenary?" The nobles' eyes became warmer again, and they rushed to approach Schwab. "Then when will you terminate the contract? Do you want to come to my army? Don't worry, you won't treat you badly."

"You are too much." Remond was extremely angry. Did anyone dig like this? But Remond, who dared not offend the nobles, was really bitter and had no place to fall.

"Woo." Just as the nobles were rushing to invite Schwab, the sound of a trombone suddenly came. This was the trombone of the nobles who summoned the nobles to discuss the military ceremony. This order just lifted Schwab's encirclement. The nobles quickly sorted out their armor and clothes, and walked towards the duke's tent with their chests and belly raised.

"What should we do?" Schwab asked Remond. This was the order to summon the vassals. Remond was not the commander of Sayfu. He had not officially swear allegiance to the Duke and was not qualified to participate in the military convention.

"Let's wait for the Duke's summoning." Remond said helplessly.

"Mr. Remond, please invite him." After leaving for a while, the messenger came here again, and his attitude changed significantly. Not only did he behave respectfully, but he also wanted to lead Remond to.

"What's going on?" Schwab and others looked at each other, but Reymond suddenly felt refreshed and his face was filled with joy. He sorted out his wool fur clothes and followed the commander with full ambition.

"Sir, why do I have an ominous premonition?" Bald Otto said, looking at Remond who was leaving.

"Who knows? No matter who he is, let's set up camp and build a solid camp according to our usual training." Schwab couldn't understand why the Duke suddenly summoned Remond. From the beginning, it seemed that the Duke did not like the younger brother of Count Medoer. Schwab did not believe in the appearance of any miracle, which made the Duke feel conscience that he should treat Count Medoer's younger brother well. These great nobles are very realistic.

"Yes, sir, the soldiers immediately moved and went to the forest to cut down some trees."

The soldiers of the Mark Legion immediately took action. They cut down the trees with their weapons, and cut the two ends into sharp shapes, inserted them into the ground with pointed wooden stakes to form the first line of defense, and then connected the carriages to form a circle, so that the soldiers could safely rest in the carriage fortress.

"Sir, your method is really good." Otto and the people were extremely impressed by the method of using carriages to make fortresses. It was much lighter than hard-working to make a village with wood, and it was also very safe.

"It's nothing, just use your brain, nothing unexpected happens." Schwab smiled, feeling guilty for this practice of plagiarizing later knowledge.

"I can't even think of it even if I want to break my mind." Otto said with a laugh, and the soldiers around him laughed.
Chapter completed!