Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation It was evening in Fenkes Village, and most of the villagers stayed at home. Therefore, the scouts from Norland Village went smoothly. Before long, many people appeared in front of 70% of the houses in the village. Obviously, they had all received the notice. Roddy looked around and found Ruger holding a torch. He was about to walk over to him, but he suddenly stopped.
He squinted his eyes and looked in front of him. He could not help but swallow his saliva.
In front of Ruger, a young man was talking to him with a serious face. He was half a head taller than Ruger. His upper body was strong, but not fat. His sword was on the right side, which proved that he was left-handed. He had a Second Lieutenant badge on his chest. Obviously, he was the leader of the scouts from Fenkes Village.
He frowned, as if he did not want to believe the contents of the parchment in Ruger's hand. He kept shaking his head and waving his hands. His expression was a little ugly.
"I remember … Second Lieutenant Sodin doesn't know how to write, right?"
The young man's words made Ruger's expression change.
"We don't have time to talk nonsense. If we don't evacuate the villagers today, a platoon of Orcs will turn this village into ruins tomorrow. Do you want to see that?!"
Ruger was not stupid. He knew that the forged letter in his hand was not very convincing. He could only bluff and trick the other party into making a decision. To be honest, he was doubtful that the Orcs would ambush a village that had no strategic value. However, when he thought of Roddy's serious face, he chose to believe him. However, the big fool in front of him seemed to have seen through his lie.
This was really troublesome.
Ruger was anxious and wanted to say something, but he saw that Roddy had already walked out of the manor. The young leader came to them with a strange expression, as if he had seen something unbelievable. He frowned and stared at the Second Lieutenant of Fenkes Village. Finally, he hesitantly asked a question.
"Sodelor?"
The big man turned his head and frowned at the strange guy in front of him. Although he did not understand why Roddy was looking at him like that, he still nodded and answered, "Yes, it's me. Have we met before?"
Not only had they met before.
After getting a definite answer, Roddy was extremely shocked. But what followed was a little sadness.
In the game world before his rebirth, there were countless heroes in Earthbreaker, and Sodelor was one of the most dazzling heroes.
He had once been the highest commander of the Rebel Army, and was one of the few powerful existences who had broken through the Advanced Profession Level 60. He was also a Legendary General with over 90% victory rate on the battlefield.
However, countless dazzling halos gradually faded after he perished in a despicable assassination. The rebel army lost a great general, and they were betrayed by their 'allies' one after another. In the end, they were defeated.
Roddy was a witness to the entire history. He had witnessed the entire process of this general's rise to prominence and his fall. However, he could never have imagined that the legendary figure of the past would actually have a similar status as him at this moment. Just a scout captain from a border town?
If he hadn't been reborn from that era, Roddy probably wouldn't have believed it himself.
"I — I've heard of your name. Let me introduce myself. I'm the scout captain of Norland Village, Roddy … Second Lieutenant Sodelor was injured during the battle with the Orcs and couldn't come personally. That's why he asked us to rush over to report this information. " He casually made up a lie, but after some thought, he added, "We've killed more than 30 Orcs over the past three days, and ambushed a camp. This information was obtained by chance, because one of the Orcs speaks Bringan."
Roddy remembered the analysis and various introductions of this former Japanese commander on the forum. He knew that he was a cautious person, so he quickly listed out the evidence and reasons, hoping to cover up all the doubts in the shortest time possible, and strive to get the other party to cooperate with him as soon as possible.
"Killed more than 30 Orcs …?"
Sodelor raised his eyebrows. Anyone would be shocked to hear such news from a scout troop, but he clearly hadn't let down his guard, and could even be said to be unbelievably calm.
"Seven casualties, a heavy loss, but fortunately, the Orcs suffered even more." Roddy thought for a moment, and immediately took out the sandpaper with the time of the enemy's attack written on it. Without hesitation, he handed it to Sodelor and said, "This was found on the Orc."
Did Sodelor know these words?
Perhaps not even all the scouts in Fenkes Village knew that Roddy's ability to read Orc words was first popularized by Sodelor, and Sodelor himself was the first military general to be able to read Orc words. Roddy had reason to believe that even if Sodelor wasn't as powerful and intelligent as he remembered, he must have his own way to find out some clues.
"Letter?"
Sodelor took the letter. The first thing he did was not to read the words, but to rub the papyrus against the firelight. He narrowed his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then stared at the handwriting and compared it with each other. After a minute, the scout's eyebrows gradually relaxed, but his expression became even more tense.
He raised his hand and handed the letter back to Roddy. He asked directly, "I believe you. What do you need me to do now?"
There was a moment of silence. Ruger's mouth was wide open, and he did not hide his shock. They all knew that the words in the letter were written in Orc language, and to them, Orc language was like a book from the heavens!
But now, with just a few glances, the scout completely believed Roddy's words. Not to mention his ability to read Orc words, his boldness was unprecedented.
As expected of that monstrous guy.
Roddy was overjoyed, but at the same time, he sighed. Although Sodelor was only a young Second Lieutenant, he could still calmly analyze and make decisions. But under such circumstances, he could still calmly analyze and make decisions. It was really …
The corners of Roddy's mouth twitched. He did not want to become enemies with this guy. In his previous life, he had participated in several foreign wars organized by Sodelor, and he had a deep understanding of this general's iron blood and strength.
Now that Sodelor had decided to cooperate, Roddy did not refuse. He looked at the team that was about to enter the village in the distance, and said clearly, "The Orcs will attack tomorrow, so we must move quickly and not encounter any resistance!"
"Ruger —"
Ruger, who was called out, immediately stood at attention. The sound of his boots hitting the ground was unusually clear.
"Have the team continue to help the villagers leave. Don't bring anything extra. Before midnight, no one must be left here."
"Yes!"
He immediately turned and trotted away, leaving only Roddy and Sodelor facing each other. Looking at this young man, who he could only look up to in the past, but was now only a Second Lieutenant, Roddy hesitated for half a second before solemnly saluting. He then said, "I'll go convince Butler Hall and Miss Sally, but I don't expect to succeed. So if there's any conflict, try not to let your men come over. "
Sodelor narrowed his eyes. He looked down at the scout he met for the first time, as if considering and weighing something. Finally, he nodded silently, returned the salute, and turned to his men.
"Phew."
Roddy let out a sigh of relief.
Even though Sodelor did not have the temperament of a decisive general, Roddy found that he could not completely shake off the "past." Or rather, it was the influence of the "future" that had become vague.
Turning his head to look, in the dim light, Butler Hall was lashing out at a few terrified servants because he had finally discovered that the villagers were collectively packing up. The manor's servants stood obediently as they were scolded. The butler was sweating profusely from anxiety, but he could not stop the Duke's daughter, Miss Sally, from riding a horse towards him.
"Hello, Butler Hall."
Sally, the daughter of Duke, came to Hall and gracefully got off the horse. Although the daughter of Duke was young, she was very imposing. In the light of the torch, she bowed politely. When she raised her head, her eyes flashed slightly. She seemed to be a little surprised and curious. She asked softly, "Is the Finks Village going to migrate today?"
Her tone was just a simple question, but to the butler, it sounded like a reprimand. His back was suddenly drenched in cold sweat. He stammered, "Miss Sally, I … the villagers seem to … they …"
Hall could not say a complete sentence for a long time. However, at this moment, a voice that he absolutely did not want to hear rang in his ears.
"Roddy, the captain of the second scout team of Norland Village, wishes to report a piece of news to the respected Miss Sally."
Village. Scout. Captain. These three words meant that the identity of the speaker was no different from that of a civilian. In the eyes of Hall, the butler of Finks Village, this unknown snack queen was simply treating him like air.
He was already depressed after encountering so many bad things. At this time, he was interrupted again. He immediately turned his head and shouted angrily.
"Who are you? What right do you have to stand here and talk? Since when does the scout of Norland Village need to report the situation here? "
"You have crossed the line! I will definitely punish you with the most severe law! "
Butler Hall did not know that his anger was tantamount to leaving Sally, who was supposed to speak, aside. However, when he scolded Roddy fiercely, he did not expect that Roddy's eyes did not look at him from beginning to end. Instead, he stared straight at Duke's daughter, who had just dismounted from the horse.
This was the first time that Roddy had seen the daughter of the old Duke, who had died in history. In his imagination, this girl should be innocent, perhaps a little naughty, or quiet. Now that he had a closer look, the other party's face was indeed beautiful in the firelight, and her figure was slender. However, the inexplicable aura of "victory in hand" made him frown slightly.
It seemed that … something was not quite right.
"Butler Hall, I think I still have the right to decide whether I should listen to the report of this scout, right?"
Sally noticed Roddy's gaze. She did not seem to think that this scout was rude, so she simply interrupted Butler Hall's endless chatter.
This time, Hall was like a duck that had been hit hard with a stick. His mouth was slightly open, and his expression was stunned.
The young Duke's daughter was known to be polite and gentle, but at this moment, the butler did not expect that the words that rang in his ears carried a trace of coldness that made him shudder.
Sally, whose face was cold for a moment, no longer paid attention to Hall. Instead, she looked at Roddy. The smile on the corners of her mouth disappeared, leaving only a serious expression.
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