"Halflings?" Fu Gen didn't think so, but his expression didn't change at all. He was still eager to learn. He was thinking about the origin of the halflings.
According to the Empire's book "Old World National Geography", Fu Gen recalled the halflings.
The halflings came from the Mu Te Territory of the Empire. Their history and origin have been mentioned before, so it won't be repeated here.
Although they were about the same height as the dwarves, the halflings were never a race that was good at fighting. Compared to being a warrior, the halflings were better at being merchants, innkeepers, and musicians. Their talent for cooking was unparalleled in the Old World. Normally, the cooking methods of mortals were nothing more than boiling, stewing, and roasting, but the halflings developed methods of frying, smoking, braising, frying, stewing, and so on. In the human countries of the Old World, a high-class inn or tavern must have a halfling chef. Otherwise, it would not be considered a real "high-class" establishment.
The smaller halflings were natural-born rogues. They were good at scouting, stealing, cheating, and using some simple long-range weapons. They had keen eyesight, excellent hearing, and the ability to move quickly and silently. They were so fast that few races could catch up with them. The halflings valued the traditions of their clan the most. They believed that the clan relationship was a kind of existence that transcended blood and law.
However, the halflings were not far away from war. On the contrary, many halflings were willing to take risks and become mercenaries. This race valued money the most, but unlike the dwarves, the halflings' love for money was through spending. They never liked to accumulate money, so they always spent it on gifts, parties, and purchases. They regarded money as the standard of how well they lived in this world full of clumsy and huge races.
When a halfling saved enough money to squander the rest of his life, he would return to the Mu Te Territory to enjoy life. However, most halflings obviously couldn't do that. Therefore, halfling mercenaries generally completed a commission, then found a good place to squander it, and then took on the next one.
Because of their optimistic, cheerful, and warm-hearted nature, the halflings were always able to stay away from the corruption of Chaos. All kinds of jokes and bragging made the journey no longer boring. They were always popular, but their tendency to steal was also loved and hated.
"The halflings may be excellent scouts and army cooks, but what I need is an elite army with combat power," Fu Gen said calmly with a gentle expression. "The expedition is too difficult."
"Hubby is a legendary pinnacle rogue who is close to the sacred realm. He was originally a thief and poacher. After coming to Tyrell, he kept creating all kinds of miracles. He once pretended to be a weak halfling playing around and killed a group of bandits on the spot with a few daggers. He once successfully assassinated a dark-skinned warlord who was pooping." Amancio motioned for Forgan to listen. "The group of Halflings under him are all experts with bows and crossbows, and they also have a secret weapon."
"Secret weapon?" Fu Gen's interest was piqued.
"That's the Halfling Crucible!" Amancio said in a serious tone, "It's a special soup made by the halflings. This black soup can burn in water. When it comes into contact with an object, it will continue to burn until it is extinguished. Therefore, when it comes into contact with a person's body, the skin will be penetrated, and then it will go deep into the bones. There is no way to extinguish this flame, unless the person who comes into contact with it is completely burned to ashes."
"So that's how it is." Fu Gen understood what was going on after a little thought. But if what Amancio said was true, then this halfling was still worth recruiting. "I understand! And the Genie Warlock from Araby? "
Amancio looked around, and all the servants understood and immediately retreated, leaving some space for the few people at the banquet.
"No one knows the name of this Genie Warlock."
"What I know is that he comes from Araby and passed by the Pirate Duchy of Satusa. Now he is in Tyrell. He is very mysterious and has always called himself a wizard. In the past, he has claimed different identities, from the Prince of Trade to the Elder who was exiled by the Magic Academy, and even called himself the Gilded King of Araby. But no matter which identity he is, he would quickly deny himself, so we usually call him the 'Gold Mage'."
"He holds a golden scimitar that is always burning. His robe is made of the best embroidered silk, and his skin is covered with gold powder. He looks exotic, elegant, and likes to speak in Gothic with a strong accent. But those who have seen him will not think that he is just an ordinary Arabian noble. He can summon fire, wind, and sea elemental spirits to attack the enemy with just a spell. He can even create deep-sea whirlpools and giant thunderstorms. It is said that he can also summon the legendary Araby Genie from an ancient jar in times of crisis. Unfortunately, no one has seen it, or those who have seen it are all dead."
"Recently, he appeared in Milagliano of Tyrell. He was wounded and lost an eye. He announced publicly that he needed a helper, or a partner, to help him in his revenge. He had endless wealth and knowledge."
"Sir Forgan, this is his contact address. But the news I have is that all those who tried to cooperate with him failed and were killed, so you must be careful!" Amancio handed over a small piece of paper.
"I know." Forgan took the paper with a smile on his face. "Genie of the Genie of the Lamp? Gold Mage? Interesting! "
… I am, O Moses Roy's section divider … ….
After the banquet, they came out of the Eastern Palace and returned to the State Guesthouse.
On the dim streets of Magritte, Forgan and Hadrian talked about the day's meeting. "Mrs. Kiesler, the halflings, the Arabians … Tyrell is really a chaotic place."
"I don't know much about war and military affairs, Sir Forgan." Hadrian smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I'm just a businessman."
"A businessman?" Forgan looked at Hadrian and continued, "Businessmen are never simple. How many people in the world have declared war in the name of profit? And how many businessmen have opened up territories for the Empire in the name of colonization and exploration? "
"You don't have to use this method to show your obedience, Mr. Hadrian. Just do my job well for me." Forgan continued, "As for who I am? You will know what my family is one day, but not now. "
"Hahaha." Hadrian laughed awkwardly. The tycoon of the Southern Kingdom felt a little uncomfortable. Compared to Laing, who had recently begun to restrain his edge, this brother of his was really … He was like a very, very ornately decorated knight's sword. From the outside, this knight's sword was too ornate to be used in actual combat. But even if it was hidden in the scabbard, everyone could feel the power of this knight's sword.
And Hadrian had seen this sword unsheathed.
The tycoon always had a feeling that Forgan was too scary. He could easily see through his every thought and every inadvertent body language. It was as if he was naked in front of Forgan. Any thought that popped up in his head was already known by Forgan.
It's a pity that this kind of person didn't become a diplomat, Hadrian thought.
"The only reason I didn't become a diplomat was because my father wanted me to use my strength in more important places. In fact, during the Great Expedition, my children often acted as guards and attendants, following my father on diplomatic missions … Forget it, there's no point in talking about this now. Hadrian, tell me, why is Felix a general?" Forgan continued. "I'm not saying he's not outstanding, but he only has about three hundred knights under his command, right? How can he be a general? "
Only the sound of footsteps could be heard on the street. Other than that, there was only the faint light of a fire.
Children? Diplomatic missions? Great Expedition? Hadrian was confused, but he understood the last question. After hearing it, he smiled and said, "Sir Forgan, do you know how many marshals and generals Kislöw has?"
"How many?"
"Kislöw currently has more than twenty marshals and more than a hundred generals. Mrs. Kiesler is one of them. This country has always had too many military ranks and too many titles." Hadrian nodded and began talking about the military rank system of the Old World.
After the Great Holy War, Kislöw had a total of more than a hundred marshals and more than a thousand generals. The marshals of Kislöw were divided into three levels. Apart from Tsar himself as the grand marshal, there were currently three marshals of Kislöw. Apart from the pure title of marshal, there were also 'marshals of various arms' under them. For example, Tsar's archers had marshal of the archers, the rangers had marshal of the rangers, the guards had marshal of the guards, the kesa warriors had marshal of the kesa, the winged cavalry had marshal of the winged cavalry, and the Bear Cavalry had marshal of the Bear Cavalry. In addition, there were also marshals of the navy, archers, archers, first and second marshals, infantry marshals, and so on.
Since there was an official military unit, Mrs. Kiesler would definitely be given the title of marshal.
In comparison, the Empire had much fewer. The entire Empire only had two permanent marshals, 'Marshal Rick' and 'Grand Marshal Nur'. Curt Helberg was the ninth Marshal Rick.
As for Brittany, this country did not have a permanent marshal. Only when forming a frontline army, expeditionary army, or Holy War army would the Knight King consider appointing marshals. For example, the famous Marshal Roland of the Culona Frontline Army led an army of several thousand soldiers to station at the border between Brittany and the Empire. For the Knight King's country, they did not need to set up military ranks. This was because if the current marshal died in battle, the knight with the highest rank and position on the battlefield would immediately take over the command. Due to the constraints of the spirit of chivalry, the knights would immediately submit to the new marshal.
"Heh, the highest lord of the navy, Admiral Spier, will be disappointed … This matter is almost over. We will not stay here any longer. The day after tomorrow, we will depart for Tyrell," Forgen ordered.
"Yes, sir!"
After temporarily absorbing a group of winged cavalry, Ashes took a short rest and immediately set off for Tyrell.
However, when Ashes' fleet arrived at Milagliano, someone else also arrived at Tyrell.
It was Anglo and his Hippogryph.
By now, Anglo was very familiar with Tyrell. Ever since he got his Hippogryph, he often rode his Hippogryph, Nukailia, over the Black Mountains directly to Tyrell. Then, he would shamelessly fly over the Black Mountains again. This way, he would not have to pay Carcasson's customs.
In fact, the knights of Carcasson all knew about the Hippogryph Knight who often smuggled goods across the border, but they turned a blind eye to it. First of all, many nobles of the kingdom also liked to do this on their pegasi. Secondly, the Hippogryph Knight once single-handedly took on an entire tribe of greenskins. He grabbed the shoulders of a greenskin warlord with both hands and tore him in half.
In the distance, the glorious city of Milagliano stood there. The kingdom of Tyrell was divided into many duchies, and Milagliano was obviously the head of all the duchies.
When Anglo landed on his Hippogryph, he found that the city was under martial law.
This puzzled Anglo. The World Eater geno prototype had originally planned to order a new exquisite pocket watch for his soon-to-be-born nephew from a watchmaker in Milagliano. There was a famous watchmaker in Milagliano. His name was Patel Phillip. His watches were famous in the old world, so Anglo went to him.
If the watchmaker did not want to, he would "convince" him. If the customers did not want Anglo to jump the queue, he would also "convince" them to do so.
However, the problem was not that complicated. The branch of the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce was in Milagliano, and there was also the famous halfling, the Queensberry Chamber of Commerce. Anglo had a lot of dealings with these halflings, so it should not be difficult for him to make a pocket watch.
A few halflings from the Queensberry Chamber of Commerce saw the Hippogryph appear from afar. This ferocious beast was really rare in the human kingdom, at least in Tyrell. So, the halflings immediately swarmed up. They gathered together and said to Anglo, who had just landed, "Mister Anglo! It's a great honor to see you again. I swear, your appearance is like the sun in the night, like a piece of braised beef in a pile of pickled vegetables … "
"What happened? Why is the city under martial law? " Anglo reached out and stroked the Hippogryph's neck, then handed it a piece of raw meat. The Hippogryph immediately swallowed it and screamed with satisfaction.
"Our prince, Borgier the Siege, was assassinated in the Grand Baths!" The halfling roared angrily. He reached out and hugged Anglo's leg. "Mister Anglo, our prince was assassinated! He's dead, and now the mercenaries in the city are fighting for the prince's position. Are you interested? The halfling will support you! "
"I'm not interested." Anglo thought that he had come at the wrong time, but he had to complete the task. "Where is the watchmaker?"
"Well, well, the bad Mister Anglo doesn't want to protect Bobby. Bobby will take you there." Seeing that Anglo was unwilling to show up, the halfling immediately changed his attitude. He took out a pass from his pocket.
With the pass, Anglo smoothly entered Milagliano.
It was midsummer, but the streets of the city were very bleak. With the death of Borgier, Milagliano no longer had a prince and a ruler. The remaining mercenary leaders could not be trusted, and the tense situation led to the depression of business. After all, no one wanted to do business in a chaotic situation.
"Hmph! A bunch of wretches who enjoy peace and quiet. All they think about is fighting for power, "Anglo complained. "While the people in the north are fighting against the evil southward, the people here are still busy fighting a civil war."
"Yes, Mister Anglo, the Queensberry Chamber of Commerce's trade route has also suffered. Our profits have decreased year-on-year … inversely … month-on-month …" The halfling chattered.
"Calm down, ladies! Gentlemen! " At this time, a preacher-like figure who was giving a speech caught Anglo's attention. He motioned for the halfling to shut up.
"Calm down, citizens! In this period of chaos, we have learned that the Green Tribe in the nearby Black Mountains has made a move! " The preacher was very strong. He carried a battle-axe on his back, wore red linen clothes, and was bound with iron chains. "Therefore, I bring the teachings of the great God of War!"
"Oh, oh, oh! What teachings did the God of War bring us? " The people who were gathering around were shouting loudly. In this chaotic situation, more people put their spirits on the gods.
"Anger and hatred from the bottom of your heart! It will bring us strength! When you face the enemy, you need to learn to take a deep breath, and then release your battle cry to face the enemy! " The preacher said loudly. "Learn to roar, learn to fight, and learn to cut the enemy's neck and chest with your axe!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" There was a lot of noise.
"???" Anglo's expression changed slightly.
"Imagine, imagine the surging river of blood! Imagine that you have destroyed the enemy! A strong will will be watching you. What is that? Is that a gift from the Goddess of Mirmedia? That's right, the only thing you want to do now is to take the enemy's head and cut off their head! " The preacher shouted, and he raised his right hand. The trembling chains, the dripping blood, and the shaking skull all sounded at the same time. "God needs sacrifices!"
Anglo's hand had already reached for the battle-axes on his back.
"But there is no enemy in front of us!" A citizen of Milagliano shouted.
"Yes, there is no enemy in front of us, but haven't you noticed? These cowards around us have good brains … "
Pang! There was a gunshot in the distance. A mercury bullet came from the depths of an alley and blew up the preacher's head. Blood and brain matter splattered all over the ground.
The crowd screamed and scattered in panic, leaving only Anglo standing in front of the platform. The World Eater geno prototype did not look back. He pulled back his hand that was reaching for his battle-axes and said, "I can smell you from three streets away, sissy."
"His words remind me of Kahn, but is Kahn really that smart?" Behind the man were a few fully armed great swordsmen. The muzzle of his short-barreled gun was smoking, and his silvery hair was dancing under the hot sun.
"Who knows?" Anglo smiled. "Long time no see, brother."
"Yes, long time no see. Are you interested in coming with me to meet the legendary Arabby Lamp God?"
"Of course."
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