"Stranger, I will certainly prepare ten wild pig skins for you."

"Well, next time the caravan comes, I'll wait for you... You can take care of Vincent while I'm gone."

The mountain man took the package and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned his head again and asked stubbornly, "Knight, tell me your name."

"Von Derrick!

"My name is Wood, and I will surely bring you the boar's skin."

Watching the mountain people stride away, Vincent only a face of regret to come up.

"Knight Derek, I'm afraid your wounds will be wasted, these people... There is no chivalrous virtue."

"No, I think he's a warrior and I'm willing to give him a chance."

"Where did you see that?"

Vincent was curious, but Derek smiled and said nothing.

Where'd you see that?

The few mountain thieves who dare to charge are also the strongest big wave of combat effectiveness, do you say brave?

If you were another guy, they might have washed you down.

Such a person is definitely a talent among the mountain people and has the value of co-opting.

My Derek's stuff, it's not that easy to get.

Vinson did not get an answer in the end, but based on his years of experience in business, 80% of the investment was wasted.

But Derek doesn't work for the firm, so he has no right to interfere.

On the contrary, such a armed young knight should be on good terms.

The caravan stayed for two days, acquiring a large quantity of fur before returning.

The way back, again, was slightly different.

Vincent was buying up supplies as he went along, trying to stack the wagons as high as a mountain.

It pains Derek to see the horses working so hard.

Sure enough, capital is bloody in any world.

The difference is, the object of exploitation.

Derek can only tell himself to exploit others, not be exploited.

Near the Watchcity, another happy event occurred.

The knight-attendant Simon's inferior horse was also added to the panel, and was soon elevated to ordinary quality.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the difference between this time and again is at least three gold coins.

Profiteering or second, have a war horse source is the most important.

Heavily armed cavalry, in this era of backward fighting methods, is simply a decisive force, as a deterrent as nuclear weapons.

And that, you can't do without a good charger.

Back to the city handed over the task, in the task of the tavern recorded a note, is left for the record.

There are caravans who want to hire Derek in the future, this is the reference, and if they are particularly good, they can even add money.

This time, for example, Vincent offered two gold coins as a reward.

The handover is over, and Derek returns to base.

The limited training, coupled with the increasing rank, left the spearmen with few upgrades.

However, the three blacksmiths became more skilled, and little Truu was even able to forge a better iron sword on his own.

While Derek was accumulating strength, he took on some small tasks around the perimeter, and let the spearmen go out to exercise.

After a while, he made a name for himself.

The Watch City mercenary circle knows that a group of fierce men have arrived, with good reputation.

Money, more and more money.

Strength, but also stronger and stronger.

But Derek still felt anxious, always with a sense of urgency.

Without land and population, a seemingly good career has a ceiling after all.

Baron Ferreira, for example, has a population of 4,000 or 5,000, and he can recruit unlimited numbers of soldiers?

It's the same with every other noble estate. Don't even think about recruiting soldiers at will.

And most freemen had their own land and property and would not be soldiers.

Without land or property, they were the neighbors of the nobility, and even their movement was restricted.

Not to mention farming and animal husbandry, which are entirely means of production.

In this feudal society, the ceiling has been locked, even if you want to work hard, you can not break through the blockade.

It can only continue to grow if it breaks down the class.

And now, the output of the three blacksmiths, barely able to cover, really want to expand the business, without a strong backer, sooner or later will be eaten dry wipe.

Derek knows the habits of the aristocracy too well to take any chances.

And the status quo, it seems, is fine.

A miniature manor, about 5,000 ducats in the northern province.

If he works hard for 50 years, he can save one.

For people in this era, it can be said that it is very good to be able to leave such a property to their descendants and families throughout their lives.

You see, the Perez family has only managed to save two miniature estates over the years, which is better managed.

Derek should be satisfied.

Satisfaction? Derek's not gonna be satisfied with that.

Travel once, hold a golden finger, hang out forever?

And if something happens along the way, you may not be alive in 50 years.

The world, can not give him a sense of security.

Unless you take your destiny into your own hands.

And some small war, maybe there's a chance, but Derek won't.

The politics of the kingdom is a typical two-fold monarchy.

A king and a king.

The nobles in the name of the king had obligations to the king, but they were relatively free.

Ennobles by other great nobles might be able to continue to hold the office of the kingdom, but there was little political freedom.

Feng Jun's position is your position.

Unless Feng is rebellious, you can hardly refuse some of his requests.

However, most of the kingdom's political resources were still in the hands of the king.

Even the offspring of your family must be driven by the offspring of the other.

Breaking through classes and mastering power is difficult and limited by the great aristocracy.

The best way is to go to the king's capital, to grasp the core resources of the kingdom.

However, the Ferreira family was only a rural aristocrat and did not have the political resources to make him an official of the kingdom, nor did he have the right to enjoy it.

Such political resources are available only to the great nobility and the royal family.

So, stuck in a loop.

Unless there is a major war, military awards and then into the king's vision, and then there is also a little bit of competition for power and resources.

What Derek was waiting for was the war of the barbarians in the North, the barbarians who had sprung up in the North and seized many kingdoms when the kingdom was divided.

Sooner or later, as the kingdom recovers its strength, there will be a war of reconquest.

This is the understanding of people with insight, but this day may be tomorrow, or it may be in ten or twenty years.

Derek had thought he could wait, but now he found... There's no patience.

Of course, all impatience comes from the eyes of prying eyes around intentionally or unintentionally.

A business worth over a hundred ducats a year, and an arms business, a lot of people are jealous.

That is, the knighthood, the family threat behind Derek, and even the force of his own force, to keep the greed out of sight for a while.

However, if the scale is larger, it will also cause greed.

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Maybe even the first to strike was his patron, Baron Ferreira.

Yes, father and son affection in the face of family interests, what?

A business that would take up a few percent of the family's income,

After all, Derek underestimated the value of a qualified blacksmith.

Why is a blacksmith worth so much?

Smelting technology, forging technology, these things are very precious in this era.

Most blacksmiths build good weapons purely by feeling and experience.

So it's scarce and highly profitable.

Even the succession is very cautious and conservative.

Only a few forces that have concluded advanced technology monopolize the industry.

The existence of the panel is simply a cheater, which directly turns the luck into an inevitability.

Every blacksmith is a man of time.

What a power to envy?

When Derek realized this, he didn't even dare add more.

However, he had a fire in his heart, always trying to find a place to avoid everyone's sight, and make full use of the panel's abilities.

He believes that only one opportunity is needed to quickly climb onto the stage of history.

And the goal, he already has.

Four months later, when the goat caravan invited Derek to escort it again, he readily agreed.

Vincent took the initiative to add a gold coin to the commission, which was quite a lot. Even Derek was allowed to smuggle in some illicit goods.

It's an acquaintance, and the path is familiar, so the journey is smooth.

Mountain thief is not to see, perhaps the last defeat has let this team break up.

This noble power can not spread the mountains, nor can support too many people.

It wasn't until the last knockoff that Derek finally got serious.

It is customary for the caravan to stay here for two days.

Derek was hopeful. He hoped his eyes were right.

Vinson also remembered the last time, and quipped: "You don't have to expect too much, I judge that mountain man probably won't show up."

Although he earned the money of the mountain people, he despised these poor and aggressive mountain people.

Derek wouldn't say whether or not, and if he broke the deal, it would be just a little trouble.

But he didn't think so. His eyes were pretty good at reading people.

The first day, of course, no one.

The next day, not a single day.

Derek felt a little disappointed, Vincent secretly shook his head, young people or eat a little lesson for good.

Of course, he will not go up to be annoying at this time, or let young people lick their wounds alone, feel the cruelty of the world.

Derek stood outside the camp and seemed to know that the caravan was leaving and that more mountain people were coming and going.

A lot of them are from other villages.

Did you really see the wrong thing?

Derek was shaken. The nobles of the world looked down on the mountain people, but he didn't feel it.

There's something heroic about them. That's what Derek feels.

Heroic gas is a neutral word, perhaps such people will break the ban, make mistakes and even commit crimes, but generally will not easily break the contract.

Think of it as a lesson!

Derek shook his head, not holding out much hope.

As he turned to leave, someone shouted behind him, "Feng, I'm coming."

Derek turned quickly, just in time to see several figures running up with something on their backs.

The smile on his face was not for the ten wild boar skins, but because he had asked to come.

Before long, Wood the mountain man ran up to Derek.

Derek noticed that Wood had taken half a step back, and that the others were subconsciously standing behind him.

Suddenly, a familiar face came into view.

Derek remembered very well that this was the same guy who had rushed to the front, taken a few hard 窟窿眼 and was not expected to survive.

Boom!

Bundles of boar skins lay on the ground, making a dull noise.

"Feng, I owe it to you. I, Wood, never lie."

Derek didn't even look at the leather on the floor, even if it was worth a lot of money.

"As promised, he's a man."

Derek praised loudly, and Wood squared his shoulders, not as he had done in his last plea.

That's how you look like a good man.

Lloyd, the mountain man across the way, has been watching Derek.

He was curious about the guy who was willing to give him his wounds on credit, especially if he didn't seem to see the leather goods on the floor.

This doesn't look like a noble knight.

Originally just wanted to fulfill a promise, Lloyd suddenly had another idea.

"Feng, thank you for your trust. Do you dare come with me? I'll buy you a drink."

The invitation was unexpected.

Wood couldn't help Shouting, "Big Brother!!"

Although he does not like the guys outside the mountain, he has some good feelings for Derek, and thinks that the big brother is to cheat each other out to murder.

Derek took a moment to realize this was an opportunity.

Sometimes it's easy to gain trust, sometimes it's hard.

Say no, and you might be missing a great opportunity.

They don't look stupid. They don't do stupid things.

Of course, the most important thing is... Derek stroked his sword at his waist and smiled confidently.

"Why not dare! But please wait."

Derek reached out to Simon, who was watching from a distance. The knight attendant was very alert. He saw a group of people approaching Derek from a distance and kept his eye on the spot.

"What is your order, my Lord?"

Simon stared at Lloyd, his sturdy body radiating a strong sense of intimidation.

He's stronger than he was four months ago.

"Tell someone to take these things away, and bring me what I have."

Not stopping Simon's hostility is also a deterrent, a show of strength.

Sure enough, seeing Derek's men, everyone's expression was a little more cautious, obviously not a pleasant memory.

Derek didn't seem to notice. He turned and laughed. "You mind if I bring an entourage?"

What's the difference between one person and two people in this situation?

Lloyd nodded, if this man has the courage to go with him, then he can make a friend.

Soon Simon called for the fur to be removed, and before Vincent's steward could react, he removed the cargo.

Simon came carrying a wooden box.

Despite the curious eyes, Derek urged, "Let's go!"

Lloyd nodded silently to his men and led away.

In fact, the caravan is not stationed in the cottage, but a relatively flat open space outside the village.

And Lloyd's shanzhai and others are not close to here, hurry up and certainly will not go back overnight.

They found a place to set up camp nearby.

Three rudimentary leather tents with a bonfire already burning in the middle.

When Lloyd came back, five or six people appeared here and there.

Derek watched silently. There were ten people in front of this small group.

Not weak in the mountains.

Here, the mountain people, more than 100 people tied the village, the few may live alone.

Mountain survival is tough, and no one wants to stay here long unless they can't survive.

So Lloyd was able to recruit a dozen of them, which is very capable, and I'm afraid that's not all of them.

It's not work. There's no need to go out there.

Seeing Derek, the people who stayed behind didn't seem to recognize him.

But a look is also not good, obviously will be him as a fat sheep.

Lloyd is even more silent, as if he is really ready to lure Derek over and kill him.

For the lawless mountain people, killing him out of evil, it seems not impossible.

Simon had one hand on his sword, ready to kill at a moment's notice.

Derek, on the other hand, looked like he didn't care, laughed and sat down on a stump.

"This... Chief, don't play this game. Sit down and talk."

From the way he looks, I don't know, I think he's at home.

Lloyd reached out to restrain his agitated men and sat down boastfully across from Derek.

"Aren't you afraid?"