"We'll just kill the horses," the baron said helplessly. "In any case, we have seized four horses from the horse gang."
Angele's face sank. "It's going to be troublesome with three more people. What are you going to do, Father? "
"Alright, we'll protect you. Don't worry, Count," the baron said with a smile.
He plucked a red raspberry from the ground and put it into his mouth. Angele's face turned red as well. He forced himself to calm down. There was a black water pouch on the table beside the baron. There was a bunch of red raspberries beside the pouch. Angele kept eating the raspberries and glanced at the plain outside the window from time to time. About ten minutes later, he finished all the raspberries in his hands and on the table. Angele grabbed the water pouch and gulped down a mouthful.
"Yesterday, I saw the count pour a large bucket of water from the carriage. I think he used it for bathing. Most of the white bread and meat soup were left on the side of the road. No matter how much water and food we have, it won't be enough for them, "Angele said helplessly.
Angele walked to the bandits he killed and checked the wooden arrows. Most of them were broken and couldn't be used anymore. The bandits didn't have any bows and arrows with them. Angele frowned and stood up. There was a brown wooden arrow in his hand that was full of cracks. He put some force into the arrow and it broke into two pieces.
"If we don't take care of him, our kindness will turn into hatred. There's nothing we can do about it. "The baron smiled bitterly. "Those three are spoiled. They asked me for oil to clean their weapons and armors. We don't even have oil to eat now, and they still want to use it to clean their armors! "
The rest of the soldiers started whispering when they heard it was a count. Seeing the two leaders saluting, the rest of the soldiers saluted and greeted Angele. Some kneeled on one knee, some bowed, and some unsheathed their swords.
"I have no choice," Angele said in a low voice. "Horse meat tastes sour and it smells bad. It's also very rough. No one likes to eat it except when they're hungry, "the baron said.
"Idiot!" Angele was speechless. "If you could go back to your father's caravan, who would want to join a small noble's caravan? He didn't even know how to make excuses. It was obvious that Philip was separated from his father's convoy. They must have been attacked by a large group of bandits. "Angele's sight fell upon the two knights. "Just two male peacocks," he commented directly.
"Is that so?" Angele started thinking.
"Then, Count, do you have a place to go now? If not, why don't you join my caravan and go to Marua Harbor together?" The baron was delighted, but he did not show it on his face.
Angele could hear everything clearly. The other party was asking if there was enough water and food.
The baron accompanied Philip and the other two back to the caravan, and everyone in the carriage also came down to greet them. Philip did not say much and just nodded casually.
The baron patted Angele's shoulder. "Everyone, please accommodate those three. Thanks to those horse thieves, we can constantly change our horses, and the speed of our advance will greatly increase. He estimated that he would reach the border in two months and enter the Andes. You don't have to endure for too long. "
Angele slightly furrowed his eyebrows. The baron and the other three were talking about the history of the Rudin Empire, and they were getting more and more familiar with each other. After a while, they found common ground among the nobles they knew. Philip's carriage also approached the caravan and joined the line.
"Yes, I will talk to them myself." The baron nodded.
"I understand. Please wait for a moment." The baron nodded. The knight also walked to the carriage with satisfaction.
"I have heard of his title before. I heard that he is one of the favorite sons of the Marquis of Syrias. He has two mid-level knight guards with him, which shows how much he values him, "the baron explained.
"Whatever, just endure it for a while longer. Father, you better talk to them. If they continue like this, they will waste all the food in the caravan in less than five days, "Angele reminded the baron.
The other soldiers were collecting the horses of the bandits whose owners had died. They were using them as backup carriages.
The curtain of the carriage was opened from the outside. A middle-aged man with long brown hair walked in. He had a full beard and was dressed in black and red aristocratic clothing. It was Baron Kaer Rio. The Baron furrowed his brows and said in a low voice, "Angele, we might be in trouble. There wasn't much food and water left. It's only enough for everyone for half a month. "
The young man following behind hurriedly tidied up his messy clothes. It was as if he attached great importance to his image.
When all the mounted bandits were gone. Only then did the three people who had been rescued take the initiative to welcome them. A knight shouted before he even got close. "This is the carriage of Count Philip, the son of Marquis Syrias of Rudin!"
The baron was also silent, wondering if there was any other way.
He waited for the three of them to leave. Only then did he speak. "Father, although we just replenished our drinking water, it's only enough for us for about a month. We have to save as much as possible, and we don't have much food left …"
The baron raised his hand to stop him. "Now that we've saved Earl Philip, the benefits we can reap when we reach Marua Harbor will definitely be far greater than this. Let's save a little more and try to supply as much food and water as possible. We'll have a good life in the future. "
Three days later, somewhere in the middle of the Anser Plain.
Two guards walked to the Earl's carriage with food and water bags. They handed the items to the Earl.
Earl Philip and the two guards looked at each other. Earl Philip was a little hesitant. "We're going to Marua Harbor. The governor there is my father's sworn brother. We're planning to join him during the war, "Philip said with a smile. His tone was a bit distant, but it didn't feel like they were close. Knowing that Karl Leo was only a Baron and that he was so respectful and courteous, Karl Leo figured that Karl Leo probably had something to ask of him. As a result, Karl Leo's arrogance began to show.
The baron was speechless when he heard what the guards were doing. Angele didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
Angele stood at the side with Captain Mark. He was not qualified to participate in the conversation. He could only listen to the conversation. After chatting for a while, Philip yawned. "Master Karl, I'm a little sleepy. I'll go back and rest."
He got on the last carriage. Captain Mark was driving the horse with a listless expression. He forced a smile when he saw Angele walking toward him.
It was drizzling, and the wind was blowing.
Angele nodded. He stopped talking.
The baron smiled. "They're using the so-called royal swordsmanship. It's mainly for show. Most of the time, it's for the nobles. It looks good on the surface, but it's very weak in actual combat. Their knight-level power is probably obtained by using all kinds of precious resources. The two knights probably have powerful backgrounds as well. "
The baron stood up with a sincere look on his face. "Sir Count, the journey is long and tiring. May I know which direction you are heading in?"
The baron's expression turned serious. He walked forward and bowed slightly. "Welcome, Count Philip, Baron Karl Rio of the Southern Border." Angele smiled and bowed as well to show his respect.
The baron stood up and walked out of the carriage. Angele sighed and shook the water pouch. There was only half of it left. He jumped off the carriage and walked to the back.
A small group of carriages was moving forward slowly on the endless grassland. Four black carriages were lined up in a straight line. The second carriage in the middle was much more luxurious than the other carriages.
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"Sir Karl Rio saved us when we were in danger. I'll remember this favor." The young man in luxurious clothes, Philip, did not care about the soldiers' actions. He walked forward and said loudly. His voice was loud and clear, and it sounded like the gigolo singers on Earth. It was very attractive.
Philip already had the same idea, and he looked like he wanted to join the group.
A young knight whispered a few words into his ear, and he immediately nodded slightly. "Alright, I was planning to go back to my father's group, but since the baron invited me, I'll join your group."
Angele scrunched his eyebrows. "Who knows if they're telling the truth?"
"They don't look like they're at the knight level …" Angele was confused.
Inside the first carriage. A young man with brown hair was chewing on something with a calm expression on his face. He was holding a bunch of wild raspberries in his hand. The young man's face was not handsome, but his eyes were calm and steady, giving people the impression that he was reliable and reliable. He was wearing a black hunting suit and looked clean and professional. The young man was Angele, who was trying his best to recover.
Philip nodded lightly. He returned to his carriage with one of the knights following him. The other knight whispered a few words to the baron.
"So troublesome." Angele was speechless. "The wooden arrows are getting fewer and fewer."
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