After thinking hard until midnight, he didn't know what to do, so he could only put down his men outside first.
Then he summoned several close soldiers who were also from his own manor to speak.
"You said Orlando will send someone soon?"
"It's hard to say, sir. We have no way out. We can only fight or surrender."
"Maybe I did something wrong. I should ask for more food from the castle."
"Sir, you have asked for it five times. I heard that my wife hangs out with that businessman every day. Even the servants in the castle are moving things out. No one cares about our life and death. This happened when your father was still alive. A famine.
That year the Vikings invaded and emptied everything they could rob. That winter was extremely cold. Later, dozens of soldiers rebelled and robbed territories everywhere. Many people died. If you don't lead us to rob, it will just be a waste of time. Point inside the collar. "
Marcus sighed. He was destined to have a sleepless night. In his captain's room, he looked at the knight's sword left by his father and thought about what his father would do.
The biggest influence on every knight is his knight mentor, and Marcus' mentor is his father.
"Restraint and flexibility are the only way to survive!"
Marcus did not light the candle and recited the family motto several times by the faint moonlight coming from the window.
Restraint—so he only robbed twice.
Adaptation - Then you should simplify things and reduce risks.
He underestimated the greed and self-righteousness of the soldiers, and the situation gradually spread.
As the night passed, Marcus had a few more white hairs. He decided to go back and report all this to the castle, and let the lord rule in the most suitable and beneficial way for him.
He arranged the border and waited for two more days.
In the past two days, a soldier who was released by Oran returned (and the other was taken into custody by Oran, waiting for an opportunity).
For Marcus, it is always a good thing to come back alive. At the same time, the soldier also brought "false information" and said, "Sir, after I was caught, I didn't say anything. They tortured me and took me away." Going back to the castle, when I passed a hillside on the way, I jumped down and escaped.
The words were half-truths, but Marcus couldn't tell that the injuries on his body were fake.
The man had a lot of scratches and a limp, so Marcus told him to rest well.
He spent the fastest time, and the horse under his crotch almost broke, and the friction between his pants was about to catch fire!
When he saw the gate of the territory appeared, he jumped off his horse and shouted, "Open the door, I want to see the lady, right now, right now!"
No longer caring about etiquette at this time, the two riders he brought back also knocked on the door.
There was too much commotion, and soon everyone in the castle was talking about what happened to the knight Marcus, who was always known for his gentleness.
When they came to the hall, the lady (the Baron's mother) asked the servant to bring a towel for Marcus to wipe.
Marcus saw that the young businessman was still in the hall, and he suddenly felt angry, but today's target was not him.
After organizing his speech, he said, "Honorable madam, and my lord, Your Excellency Dasif, your loyal servant Marcus Milo says hello."
"You're back. I just heard Bol talking about you yesterday." The lady was still calm and composed, while the baron was holding the doll and drooling.
"I have something big to say, I..."
"What do you want to say about Oran?"
"You know?"
“Yesterday, their envoys came over and said that our border soldiers crossed the border to hunt and robbed their wheat, but for the sake of fellow believers and decades of neighborly relations, this matter can be ignored and there will be no next time. "
After the lady finished speaking, she asked the servant to take the letter to Marcus.
Marcus looked surprised. He read it three times to confirm the content of the letter and put it down when he couldn't find any faults.
The lady continued, "I know you are under a lot of pressure, but you have to watch over your men. If we really have a conflict with Baron Oran, our mother and son will be in danger as if they were on the edge of a cliff."
"Madam, the whole thing is not that simple."
Marcus quickly organized his words, but the lady obviously didn't want to talk more. Finally, she found a reason and hastily asked Marcus to leave, and reminded, "The summer border tax is about to expire, so this year I will take the previous year's tax." Nine and a half percent, let you be more comfortable."
At this time, this woman is still thinking about border taxes!
Not many people have crossed the border in the past few months, and the little tax collected is not enough to feed the soldiers at the outpost just one meal a day.
After the lady retired, she and her male favorite, the businessman, returned to the room to have fun. At the same time, they also picked up the silver jewelry sent by Oran to enjoy it.
"This thing is so pretty."
"My lady, nothing can surpass your beauty."
…
When Marcus walked out of the hall feeling restless, two days passed quickly, but he couldn't get out.
He was pulled by Bol, a tomboy, and asked to teach her swordsmanship.
There were also the lady's soldiers watching, but Marcus's horse was unable to move due to the excessive travel, so he could only stay with her for two days in hypocrisy.
If people are forced to do something they are not interested in, it will only increase their resentment.
Two days later, he rushed back immediately.
However, there were still no changes at the border. Oran's soldiers did not come, and no scouts appeared to inquire about intelligence.
Marcus carefully checked the weeds on the border. There were no traces of being trampled by large numbers of troops.
Now he really didn't understand. Didn't Nanding and the others report it to Oran?
But the letter in Madam's hand was obviously known to Oran.
So Nanding lied about the losses and made Oran think they were not serious, so he didn't take action?
Or maybe Oran is brewing a conspiracy!
But no matter what he thought, one day, two days and three days passed and nothing happened.
Marcus doesn't dare to relax. Don't relax until you have guessed your opponent's intentions.
He practices his sword every day, getting heavier and stronger every day.
Only "sweat and hard work" will not let you down.
Marcus understood this early on.
Five years ago, when he was a fifteen-year-old boy, he was young and aggressive, and went out to the territory privately, as far as the "Wessex" region in the south.
In that year, the king of Wessex was not the current Æthelred (the noble one), but his brother Æthelbert (the exalted one).
The capital of Wessex celebrated the ceremony with a tourney.
The knight who gets the first place in each item can enter the court of the "noble one", and the knight who gets the first place in all three items can receive a fief.
Marcus went to participate, but he was unlucky and was eliminated at the first level.
When it comes to shooting bows and arrows quickly, his eyes are distracted and he shoots directly through the perimeter, causing laughter, but he forgets about the championship.
Immediately riding a gun, he lost to a man from the Kent area, known as "Wind Gun"...
In the swordsmanship competition, he lost to the man from Mercia, known as the "Confessor"...
But he was also very lucky, because both of them won championships in different events in the end, and they were also the strongest Cavaliers in his mind, ranking third and fourth overall.
After that day, his confidence grew day by day. Even though he was only from a family of little knights, he dared to have the confidence to become the number one in the Seven Kingdoms.
On the eighth day after returning to the border, I walked past the soldiers and heard them chatting.
"Is that Oran really the son of the devil?"
"I heard that he was captured by the Vikings as a child and must have been possessed by the devil."
"He also killed his uncle. A servant of his uncle's original manor had fled here and talked about his evil deeds."
"I also heard that he sleeps with a woman in his arms every day, which is really enviable."
"If he does come, will we die?"
Hearing these last words, Marcus stopped, turned around and said,
"If he comes, I will send him to the Lord Jesus Christ!"
As these words came out, the confusion in my heart disappeared instantly.
He wants to be a hero above the knight!
…
This light shines on countless lords, and Oran is also looking into the distance from the top of his castle.
Mi'er was followed behind. Mi'er looked at Olan's back, as if there was a ball of fire, too bright.
Fascinated, she said, "Sir, everyone will get everything under your leadership, and you will become the hero who defeats the Vikings."
"No."
"No?"
Oran's eyes are firm, he wants to become a greater being.
Heroes appear in the times,
The king transcends the times!
The only true king of Britain-Olan. Vijay.
