"The Ferreira family, I'm sorry I've never heard of it."

Harvey Garcia's expression was haughty, with a tone that did not come from the North.

"I have just returned from Wangdu, and I don't know much about the countryside... I'm sorry, I don't know the Ferreira family very well, but I hear you're here to buy iron ore?"

Overcoming his discomfort, Derek forced a smile. "Yes, I heard your family discovered a new mine, and I hope to eat some of the output."

"Heh! Baron Ferreira should talk to me about this, and... I'm afraid we don't have much of a share for you either."

Harvey still casually said, and even shrugged his shoulders with self-thought humor: "You know, iron ore is scarce now, we want to reserve a part of it, when some friends come over, we need to provide some help for them."

By the way, your family is buying iron ore for their own use? There must be some blacksmiths to spare, and if you will offer them to my friends, when they have done their work, perhaps you will have some, perhaps a knight's collar?

I mean, you know what I mean? Derek Knight."

As you wish! Derek realized that he was interested in his iron ore, and he was interested in his men.

Maybe even ready to take the whole Ferreira family for a dog.

As far as allegiances go, they must be foreign nobles.

Derek almost laughed, didn't even want to be near Count Perez, and you Garcias.

"I'm sorry, Master Harvey, but I'm afraid you've been away from the North for so long that you've forgotten its prowess."

Your friends are here to pick up scraps, and they're not in a position to show off to me, remember, it's me."

Derek turned on the Garcias and flipped your table.

A family of barons with crooked hips, who will show you what reality is.

And Harvey had no idea that Derek would flip, because maybe in his eyes, a rural aristocrat who offered himself an olive branch wouldn't be eager to curry favor?

You know, the noble children of the king's capital are in control of certain political resources of the kingdom.

To hold some office of the kingdom, to get a knighthood or two without even having to work for it, is the way many people dream of.

How dare he?

Harvey yelled angrily as Derek prepared to leave.

"Aude, Aude, teach me a lesson about this ill-mannered countryman."

The Garcias have been able to squeeze into the kingdom's political circles with some strength.

The second son of the longtime king's capital even kept a group of hands.

Hearing his cry, several warriors tried to stop Derek.

Adrian, who had been quietly following Derek, suddenly burst out, his shoulder sinking, and severely knocked the samurai out of the way.

These strong looking warriors, as if met a wild bear, seven and eight crooked.

Without looking back, Derek walked straight away through the broken tunnel.

When a fallen warrior passed by, he suddenly stopped, reached out and pulled out the long sword at his waist.

The quality is not bad.

Derek took one look and thrust his sword back with his backhand.

The cold light flashed straight in front of Harvey.

Oomph!

Before he knew it, the sword had sunk an inch into the wall.

Derek just took off, leaving behind a group of warriors looking in every direction.

It took Harvey a while to react, and then a cold sweat poured down his face.

It passed right in front of his eyes, and now it's not in the wall, it's in him.

"Aude, are you rubbish? This is how I pay you all this money to protect me?"

Harvey was furious and could not accept being humiliated like this by a country aristocrat.

And more importantly, a man so vulnerable that he relied on him.

Aude was helpless. That guy had too much power.

And the Northland aristocrat was so fast, he didn't even notice.

Therefore, he had to endure the scolding, and he tried to pull out the sword several times before he succeeded.

Looking at the deep hole, Ord was lost in thought.

Are the northern nobles so fierce?

If that's true, then why play? Just go home.

Either the Northern nobles beat up the barbarians, or the barbarians claimed to be fiercer than the Northern nobles beat themselves up.

But when you think about your master Harvey, who seems to be a weak chicken, is that an exception?

Little did Derek know that he was making a samurai suspect that outside of the Garcias in his life, he just took his charger and ran.

Just offended the local snake, do not run will be safety on the mercy of the other side?

Derek thinks he's tough, but he doesn't want to capsize in the gutter.

And today, Derek got a nasty taste in his mouth.

The nobles who visited before, either for the sake of the introducer, or the Ferreira family face, or fellow Northern nobles, in short, face is lost.

But once those rings are gone, they reveal their original faces.

The Garcias won't be the first, and Derek is more attuned to The Times.

Adrian is also indignant, even if he knows more, after all, have not seen, met will inevitably be sad.

"Derek, shall we continue now?"

"Go on, big man, Adrian, what you suffer now is what you talk about in the future, and believe me, when we succeed, the Garcias will only make amends."

Derek went down a bowl of chicken soup, and Adrian felt fresh again.

Face? Derek's more sober than most. It's worthless.

The way back, just as hard.

Derek had seen all kinds of faces, and the war did make some people a lot of money, and even some merchants dared to look down on him as a nobleman.

Derek spit in his face, but his little book kept track of everyone.

"Let's see if I'm going to put you out of business."

By the time he got back to the estate, the iron ore shortage was almost over.

And then there's the training, the hard training.

Next time, I won't let someone say that to me.

While the northern provinces were preparing for war, a caravan of barbarians from the wildernesses further north officially invaded the buffer zone.

The barbarians, taller than those in the North, had rougher faces, more brownish skin, and pale green eyes.

However, different from the imagination, although the weapons in the hands of the barbarians are very simple, they can at least have a hand, and even some barbarians wear armor and ride tall horses, and the fierce breath is coming.

"Stupid Mega Man, think we're still the same as we were 30 years ago?"

The barbarian general gave a sneer as he looked closer and closer to the north.

Pride and prejudice always hover over the head of mankind.

Derek meets the arrogant Harvey Garcia, who is the pride and prejudice of the King's nobles against the country nobles.

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But he, too, was guilty of pride and prejudice.

Everyone thinks that the barbarians are backward, ignorant and ignorant, and that it was only the barbarians stealing chickens that led to the defeat of the separatist war thirty years ago.

It is also because of the civil war of the three countries that the latter did not spare their hands to solve this problem.

Perhaps the barbarians of thirty years ago were like this, in line with the impression of the nobility of the Lockean kingdom.

But it wasn't just land that was taken, it was people.

How can a barbarian not make any progress in 30 years?

Within a generation, the barbarians had established a simple semi-feudal system, acquired a certain degree of technical and military knowledge, and even had some Lockean descendants working for them.

It is only the remoteness of the north, coupled with a buffer zone in the middle, and the consistent prejudice that makes people ignore the changes of the barbarians.

When they voluntarily gave up some land, it became a perfect barrier.

Even though some nobles have been trading with barbarians, they still feel that barbarians are ignorant and ignorant in their hearts.

Even Derek thinks so. How many sober Northland lords are there?

So, when the barbarian army suddenly appeared, the Northern nobles were caught off guard.

Not only the Kingdom of Locke, the kingdom of the Holy Cross next door also appeared the figure of barbarians.

Thirty years ago, they were a fluke.

Thirty years later, the Barbarians declared themselves officially on the stage of the southern continent.

The nobles of the northern provinces and even the kingdom officials were completely unprepared, and in just a few days the barbarians stormed four or five cities, and even a count was beheaded.

More nobles and the kingdom's army were hit hard, and the scene of thirty years ago seemed to be repeating itself.

When Derek heard the news, it was ten days after the barbarian invasion.

After many obstacles, the news finally spread.

The nobles of the North then realized that this was no rumor.

Many people were not prepared for the war coming so soon.

According to the plan of the kingdom, there is still half a year of training time to be able to raise an army.

But now, only in the past two months, many farmers have picked up weapons for less than a month, how much fighting power can they have?

The bottom line is that scattered farmers are completely useless.

Even large reserves of supplies, all cheap barbarians.

The Ferreira family held an emergency meeting to discuss this drastic change.

"The Barbarian vanguard has reached Ironwall. If something happens to Ironwall, the entire northern province will fall. Watchcity will be the next target."

Baron Ferreira had been in the war, so he had some military knowledge.

On the map, there are two distinct dividing lines throughout the northern province.

North of the provincial city of Iron Wall, facing the Barbarians and the Kingdom of the Holy Cross.

South of Watchcity, near the hinterland.

The Ferreira family is on one side of the Watch City, not north.

The land of Count Perez is right in the middle.

If the information is correct, a small band of barbarians must have crossed the Iron Wall, and Count Pereira's territory may have been attacked.

But can not be optimistic, once there is a problem at the front, the Ferreira family is the first to run away.

So the Ferreira family was very upset, pointing back and forth on the map.

"The Governor's order, I suppose, is approaching.

As is the custom of the kingdom, temporary legions may be formed nearby to support the front.

Iron Wall can't go wrong, or the whole North will be lost."

Baron Ferreira has a clear understanding that there is no use defending his own acre and three points, only to save the iron Wall city, can breathe.

Derek, having recovered from his initial shock, asks a crucial question: "How is Iron Wall? Can you hold up?"

"It is not clear, the current governor is a royal family, and has no war achievements."

The Iron Lion Army is stationed at Iron Wall, with a strength of only three thousand men, although it has recently been expanded, it is hard to say how many.

Together with the city Guard and the private forces of the nobility, we should be able to hold it if we do not mess up." Baron Ferreira had a terrible headache, and out of some prejudice he did not think much of the present governor.

It's also true that a governor-general who was born as a court aristocrat would inevitably be despised by the northern military meritorious nobility.

Derek didn't expect the situation to become so dire, but he saw an opportunity.

"Regardless of whether the Iron Wall can be held, we must prepare for two things.

Some of them left immediately, headed for the mountains.

The family is in the hands of your father, and with the castle here, any accidents can at least hold out for a while.

My brother and I are ready to go. We can't sit idly by."

Derek knew that once the established armies of the northern provinces were destroyed, the nobles alone would be doomed.

Therefore, whether Iron Wall holds or cannot hold, it must be fought.

"Derek's right, father," agreed Marco, the eldest brother. "We can't ignore the second brother while he's serving in Iron Wall. We've got a fourth brother at home.

Intellectually, even if the worst came to the worst, the Ferreira family would not be broken.

And neither the glory nor the practical considerations of the northern nobles could hold them back.

Thirty years ago, the fate of those aristocrats who lost their land, the northern people are watching in the eyes.

How many have been cut off from their lineage, deprived of the glory of their ancestors.

Baron Ferreira knows Derek's arrangement is fine.

It's time to decide.

"My Lord Baron, the governor's orders."

The captain of the knights burst in, bringing orders from the kingdom.

"Show me."

Baron Ferreira took the order, which was a general proclamation.

"By order of the Governor of the Northern Provinces of the Kingdom, raise a provisional legion.

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With Count Pereira as commander of the Second Provisional Army, he was given orders to assemble within three days and to rescue Iron Wall within ten.

This war should be recorded in the record, after the war, the title of the land, will not be stingy."

It was clear that the Governor had not given up his resistance, and that his mind was very clear.

As the highest official of the northern province, he had the power to issue such orders on behalf of the King.

After the war, the king must redeem the reward, or the credibility of the kingdom will be destroyed.

Baron Ferreira finally made up his mind.

"Do as Derek says. Keep some of the soldiers and take the rest."

With Baron Ferreira in place, the family's power must be in Marco's hands.

Derek is kind of his own person.

"I will speed up the recruitment of soldiers, speed up the training, and also be able to stand up for something."

Derek, take care of your brother."

The last sentence is merely a father's exhortation.

"I will."

Derek promised he wouldn't stand by while he could.