The 14th of September.
Norland Village.
It had been six days since Roddy stormed out of the cloister, and nearly half a month had passed since he left Norland Village.
For Roddy, who had reached level 10, his life had undergone a crucial change. On the other hand, at the edge of Eiffta's territory, the quiet Norland Village was still the same as before, maintaining its unique tranquil atmosphere.
Herdsmen were herding sheep back from afar. As it was almost time for the new harvest, the farmers had begun to prepare for the autumn harvest. At this time, they had harvested the newly grown oats. After packing them in bags, some of them were left in the village for the scouts' warhorses to eat, and the rest were given to Steward Anderson to offset the taxes.
Roddy's departure did not bring about any changes here, which was also the effect he wanted to achieve. At this time, many people in the village did not even know that their leader had gone to Hollier. In their eyes, the scouts were busy all day, running here and there. No one would notice that one or two faces were missing.
At noon, the resting farmers looked at the scouts training in the distance by the low wall. They called out from time to time. Auntie Susan and a few children brought cold water from the well, waiting for a while to quench the thirst of the scouts who had finished their training.
A few months ago, the scouts were so lazy that they could only "eat". Now, they had undergone earth-shattering changes. The villagers' attitude towards them had changed a hundred and eighty degrees. It was not only because of the great change in the scouts' spirit and appearance, but also because of the "accident" that happened a few days ago.
Around the 12th of September, the village was attacked by the Whistling Horse.
In this day and age, the "Whistling Horse" sounded noble, but to put it bluntly, it was actually hard work. The name of the Great Prairie Rattling Horse had disappeared into the wind many years ago. The Kallon Kingdom had been developing quite well in recent years, and the year was good. Sometimes, it was better to be a farmer than a bandit. Therefore, there were far fewer rattling horses than there were a few decades ago. The ones who were still "working" hard were mostly those who had been oppressed by their lords. Although there weren't many of them, they were capable of doing anything.
When a man was hungry, he was more ferocious than a wolf. Therefore, even a dozen of haggard bandits on skinny horses could cause unimaginable harm to the village. However, when the bandits rushed into the village with their swords, they probably did not expect what they would encounter...
What exactly happened that day, the timid villagers who hid in their houses did not see clearly. In any case, when they realized that the battle was over, they only saw the ground covered in broken and shapeless corpses of the rattlesnakes and 29 fully armed scouts whistling past.
From that day on, the villagers' attitude towards the scouts completely changed.
At this moment, the villagers were curiously watching as the scouts changed their formation. Within ten seconds of sprinting, the fifteen scouts changed from a disorderly formation to a wedge-shaped formation. They then rushed past seven to eight rows of scarecrows. Their long swords danced in the air, and the ground was littered with dummies that had been cut into several pieces. The villagers cheered loudly for their superb combat skills, and there was even a sparse round of applause.
"Everyone, take a break!"
After the last few drills, Sodelor gave the order to rest and reorganize. The sweating soldiers dismounted from their horses and took the water and towels handed to them by the villagers, talking and laughing. Carter, on the other hand, livened up the atmosphere. With a few words, he began to get the people gathered together to start a singing competition. It was quite a show of unity between soldiers and civilians. This was also the task that Roddy had arranged for him.
"Will the afternoon training still be the same as yesterday's?"
On the other side, Ruger put the short bow on his back to the side and asked Sodelor after wiping his sweat.
"No, there are some changes. The training plan that Roddy left behind said that there will be changes starting today. The battle against infantry is almost done, but there is still a lot of room for improvement in the battle between cavalry and cavalry." Sodelor flipped through the parchment in his hand. "The round shields that Dick and Stan helped make these days are almost ready. After they are equipped tomorrow, we can start the cavalry battle practice. But Roddy stressed that..."
The two sat on the side and discussed some "technical problems." It was obvious that they had a tacit understanding and reached an agreement without much nonsense. Not long after, Sodelor asked Dick to bring the wooden round shields wrapped in iron and explained to the group of scouts how to use them after they were equipped.
However, before the afternoon training could begin, an urgent letter from Hollier City made Sodelor change the training arrangements.
In this era, the fastest way of communication was through pigeons. However, pigeons were difficult to popularize. In a small place like Norland Village, there were no pigeon houses for civilians to use, and the pigeons in the lord's manor were used for food. So in the end, they could only rely on the most primitive "messengers" to deliver letters.
In most cases, only the king and nobles had professional "messengers" to deliver messages. However, Hollier was the number one city in Eiferta, so it still had "messengers" for civilians and merchants to deliver messages. Even so, it took five days for the message from Hollier to reach Sodelor.
"Level one alert. Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Sodelor took the letter from Roddy. After confirming that the handwriting and wax seal were correct, he immediately issued an order. "Everyone, equip your weapons and armor. Bring your shields and prepare your horses. We will depart in ten minutes!"
The scouts immediately got to work. The curious villagers did not know what was going on. They only felt that when these young people were serious, they had a different kind of aura.
This aura seemed to be much more powerful than those arrogant knights.
*****
At the same time, in Hollier, Viceroy Rubens's convoy was slowly driving into the city.
The people on both sides of the road sensed that this convoy was different. Those who were slightly better informed knew what it meant. At first, the ordinary people just looked around. But soon, the devout believers who received the news immediately surrounded some of the main roads. If not for the two teams of Holy Knights on big horses opening the way for the convoy, it would have taken the Viceroy's convoy several hours to reach the monastery.
The believers shouted slogans and crawled on the road where the carriages passed by. They even kissed the dirty ruts left by the carriages. In an era where information was not developed, the power brought by religion was often so astonishing. People yearned for the power of God to protect them, so they gave up their faith.
There were all kinds of people in the crowd. There were believers, commoners, city guards who maintained order, gentry, nobles, guild members of various professions, and so on. Among them, naturally, no one noticed a middle-aged man in tattered clothes who looked like a vagrant.
He was wearing a tattered robe that reeked of sweat. Rody no longer sang and told stories with the Viellein. Instead, he completely abandoned his identity as a wandering poet and disguised himself as the Viellein, lurking in the city.
After being pointed out by Bishop Benjamin, although he had some doubts about his reputation in the Rose Cross, he also understood that continuing to use the identity of a Bard was not a wise move. So on the 10th of September, he said goodbye to Boss Hu Ke's Pig's Head Bar and stayed in another inconspicuous inn. Every day, he spent some time walking around the city to record information. Most of the time, he went outside the city to adapt to the new arrows and short bow.
Francis was still holed up in Moria Manor, so Roddy had put all his hopes on the speech he would definitely attend on the 20th in the city square. And for this, he had been doing a lot of preparation. Other than calling Sodelor and all the scouts over, the most he did was to adapt to the new weapon in his hand as soon as possible.
Although Roddy's archery skills were outstanding, he could not immediately adapt to and adjust to the subtle differences between the bow and the arrows. So he dared not be careless in this kind of thing. To be able to walk at the forefront of all the players, it was not purely based on ruthlessness and talent. More importantly, it was a cautious, steady, and meticulous mind, as well as a perseverance that ordinary people could not achieve.
In six days, Roddy had completely adapted to the short bow. Today, when he learned that the viceroy's team had entered the city, he immediately rushed over. Because of his sloppy appearance, some believers would occasionally treat him as a beggar, even waving their hands to give him some copper coins, and Roddy would bow and thank them like a real vagrant.
He was like a precise machine, and his state was almost no different from when he was at his peak in the game. He was focused, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and did everything with a strong sense of purpose and direction.
Under the disguise of his tattered robe, Roddy watched the viceroy's team disappear at the corner of the street. The crisp sound of the Templar Knights' horse hooves hitting the road was covered by the noise of the crowd. He carefully counted the number of people and calculated the combat power of the entire team. In the noisy noise, the whispers were almost undetectable.
"Twenty-four Templar Knights."
"Miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers."
"Four priests. About Level 5. "
The pedestrians on the street jostled each other, and Roddy was among them. His ears were filled with countless blessings, sighs, and conversations. In a few minutes, all of this gradually disappeared as the team disappeared at the corner of the street.
Standing on the spot and combing through the information he had just received, Roddy glanced at his "Battle Stance Bar." His expression gradually returned to its usual indifference, and he turned around and disappeared at the corner of the street.
Speaking of which, Rody's strength had improved by leaps and bounds. This was because he had obtained a true IMBA 'advanced profession', 'Witcher'.
This feeling was like casually buying a lottery ticket and winning five million dollars. Even though six days had passed, Roddy still felt a little "unbelievable" in his heart.
The moment he clicked to upgrade, the "mysterious necklace" on Roddy's chest completely shattered. The crisp "crack" was the sound of the necklace self-destructing. When he realized that his body had changed, his "Character Attribute Bar" had an additional advanced profession bar of Witcher!
Roddy never imagined that he would encounter a situation that was completely different from the game. However, whenever he opened the "Character Attribute Bar", next to "Army Soldier, Level 10", it would clearly say "Witcher, Level 0".
Witcher, this was a profession that Roddy had only heard of on the official forum. The only thing he knew about it was that because it was too powerful, it was cut and split into several professions. One of them was the "Ranger" that Roddy used to have the highest level!
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