"Lord Macsen's army has arrived at Gars Ferry."
Brendel was silent for a moment, but when he opened his mouth, it was this sentence.
Everyone present was stunned, unable to react for a moment.
Brando did not avoid Bosley's question, but the latter bowed slightly: "Since this has nothing to do with me, I'll take my leave, my lord!" He followed the etiquette of Aouine's nobles and placed his hand on his left chest as a sign of respect. He raised his head and reminded Brendel: "That may be the case, but my lord, I await your good news." With that, the old man walked out of the courtyard.
"What's going on?" When Jana saw the detestable old man leave, she turned around and asked, "Why didn't we receive any news?"
"The news was sent directly to the Nightsong Tiger," Brando replied and introduced the Wild Elf girl beside him: "This is Felaern, you all know her. Let her speak."
Everyone's gaze fell upon the Elven girl. Felaern's expression did not change. She raised her chin slightly and recited the current situation unhurriedly.
When they heard that Lord Macsen only had six to seven hundred men crossing the river, and that there were only a few Knights in the group, and that some of the soldiers were mercenaries, but most of them were peasants who had yet to leave their jobs. Everyone's expression turned strange when they heard that Lord Macsen only had six to seven hundred men crossing the river.
"Wait, that bastard, there's no need for him to rush to his death." Jutta brushed her long red hair behind her neck and shook her head in confusion: "He only brought so few men. We can take them all down in one go."
"Could it be a decoy?" Cornelius asked in a serious tone.
"No, I think Lord Macsen didn't expect us to be so daring." Brando analyzed: "Graudin's most loyal Knight's men were killed in the battle with us in the inner city. The rest of his soldiers are just mercenaries and adventurers. After these people dispersed, do you think they would escape and report the news? "
Everyone was silent. After all, abandoning one's master and running away was not a glorious act. Especially in this era, it was very likely that one would face the danger of being hanged. Naturally, no one would run away to do such a thing that did not have any benefits.
Brando continued, "So the information Lord Macsen and Lord Palas have might have come from other sources. For example, they might have heard bits and pieces of information from the refugees of Abies or even the barony."
"After that night, in order to prevent more people from escaping, we had already given the order to seal off the surroundings of Abies." When Amandina heard this, she continued: "Have your men set up layers upon layers of sentries within ten miles of the city. As for whether Lord Macsen's spies will be able to sneak in, you know best."
Jutta and Cornelius looked at each other. It was not that they were confident, but their subordinates were the most experienced mercenaries. These people weren't necessarily the best soldiers, but they were definitely the best hunters. With their rich experience, they believed that a small noble like Lord Macsen wouldn't be able to sneak his way into the city, let alone obtain accurate information.
However, if they dared to blindly send out their troops based on such limited information, it was enough to show the blind arrogance of the nobles. It seemed like they did not put the 'commoners' in their eyes at all.
Brando raised his head and immediately saw Jutta and Cornelius straightening their backs. He was stunned for a moment, and could not help but feel a wave of surprise in his heart. After subduing Tagiv and its subordinates, the mercenaries had begun to realize that their status in this group was no longer what it used to be.
On the other hand, the mercenaries had no choice but to rely on Brando in the face of Count Randner's revenge. So when Brendel showed enough strength, they put away their unnecessary thoughts and thought more about what kind of position they could obtain in this group in the future.
Even someone like Jutta who was not passionate about fighting for power had to think for her subordinates.
Brando smiled. [There must be another reason for this.] When they heard that Lord Macsen only had six to seven hundred men under his command, and that there were thousands of Subterrane Dwellers hiding in the forest, it meant that they had already obtained the merit. Naturally, everyone was willing to fight for it.
He first looked at Jutta, then at Cornelius. In fact, Vern and his men were still at the frontline, and the former Karsuk cavalry captain was the first of the three regimental commanders to submit to him. Before the battle at the sawmill, Vern had secretly talked to him and promised to let him command all his men. But Brendel knew that trusting one person too much would make the two commanders suspicious. He thought for a moment and said, "Yes, Sir.
He thought for a moment and said: "Mister Cornelius, make your preparations to support Raban. Find a way to bypass the main battlefield and cut off Lord Macsen's escape route. Capture as many captives as you can. It would be best if you can capture Samuel himself, but don't kill him. I still have some use for him —"
He paused for a moment: "Of course, you have to judge the situation yourself. Accept my orders!"
The silver-haired middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and his entire body seemed lighter. He looked at Jutta who was beside him and replied in a low voice: "As you wish, my lord."
After saying that, Cornelius straightened his sword like a true knight and bowed before leaving the courtyard. Only the sound of his footsteps could be heard as he walked back to the courtyard with a satisfied 'thump thump thump'.
Only Jutta was left in the courtyard. She could not help but frown, but she did not say anything in the end. Metisha sighed in relief when she saw that the people who were arguing had left. She bowed slightly to Brando with the Elven etiquette: "My lord."
Brando nodded and looked at her. The noble lady on the side was obviously relieved. The few fellows who came to ask for money were all sent away by the Lord with just a few words. This made her feel as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
But it was just a misconception. She did not feel relieved at all because the problem would not be solved by itself. Dragging it out was not a solution.
"My lord, are we not going to the frontlines?" She thought for a moment and asked while hugging the documents.
"What's there to see?" Brando shook his head. He did not see any suspense in this battle. Moreover, the Nightsong Tiger, Raban, and Cornelius were veterans, and it was much more effective than him going up alone.
He knew that he was more suited to lead people into traps. That was his old profession, and he did not want to be a commander. Brando felt that being a lord was enough of a headache for him. As for other things, he would be lazy if he could.
If he had the time, it would be better to solve more pressing problems. He turned around and asked: "How much money do we have?"
"About 3.5 million Tor coins, and that's after taking into account Graudin's collection and the precious metals in his treasury," Amandina paused for a moment before she quickly replied: "But considering the time, it's not worth that much. In fact, we only have less than a third of this amount in cash. "
"And my lord," Amandina said with a serious tone: "The problem of food is urgent. As far as I know, Tónigel's annual output is only equal to its consumption. In other words, we do not have a single extra person, and we have to think of a way to feed them."
As if she was afraid that Brando did not expect this, she reminded him: "Mister Retto is leading thousands of refugees in Port Gris."
Brando did not forget this point and nodded. Amandina continued: "Speaking of food, it is not a simple matter. First, we do not have a ship — "
"There should be a ship in Port Gris, right?" Metisha reminded in a low voice. Even though she was not familiar with the human world, she had recently studied Tónigel's geography in order to prepare for the war in the future.
"Let's not talk about the fact that we don't have full control over Port Gris, and it's just a fishing port." Amandina shook her head: "There might be some merchant ships docked there, but if we want to rent them, it'll cost us a lot of money."
"Secondly, we cannot use all the money in our hands on one thing, and that is to delay everything that can be delayed. But at least half of it will be used for the upcoming war. To be honest, I do not know how long this situation will last, and Count Randner will definitely not let us have an easy time. " Amandina sighed as she spoke: "Not to mention that even though we control Abies in name, most of the Barony of Abies is not under our control. We can say that we are in a difficult situation right now —"
Amandina hugged the documents in her hands: "Compared to this, I would rather hide in the Dark Forest. Even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice, my lord."
She looked at Brando with a resentful gaze: "As for the Magitek Laboratory that you promised me, Amandina has nothing to do with it, and it can be delayed. But Grandmaster Bosley looks like he can't wait any longer … … "
Brando could not help but smile bitterly. He knew that Amandina did not mean that she had nothing to do with it, but that she had nothing to do with it for the time being. He also knew that Amandina was telling the truth. The autumn harvest in Tónigel was over, and the only way to solve the problem of food was through trade. But at the end of the day, they still lacked money.
Therefore, the first thing he had to figure out was how to make money.
He did have a sum of money in Braggs, which was left behind by the Roman's first business deal. Before they left, they entrusted this sum of money to Retto's daughter, Sue, to manage. If there were no problems, this sum of money would be at least a few hundred thousand Tor coins.
[But with Count Randner's territory between Trentheim and Grinoires, I can't count on this money. I have to think of another way to solve this problem.]
The first thing he thought of was naturally Schaffdren's silver mine.
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