"Who said that country bumpkins don't have the right to like noble ladies? That's what His Majesty Ludwig said! "Banda retorted impatiently.
Wayde was speechless. Ludwig had indeed said that, but the Savior's strength was unfathomable. Even a Sanctuary-level Demon Prince couldn't last more than one round against him. Bloodlines were important, but in this world, the strong were respected. If Banda was really a Sanctuary-level powerhouse, he would have a chance to get close to the Empire's Queen or even the Emperor's daughter, let alone a female member of the Marvel Blue Parliament.
But Banda was just an ordinary Warrior.
"Kid, it's understandable that you have big goals, but you have to have the strength to match them … Banda, do you know the story of Mr. Laing?"
"Didn't he rely on his ancestors' military exploits and his noble status to get the title of Knight?" The young mercenary said disdainfully. "He was able to kill the Orc leader because his weapon was good. If I had the same weapon, I would definitely be able to do it too!"
"It seems that you don't know the story of Mr. Laing … Mr. Laing awakened his professional talent at the age of three. At the age of sixteen, he followed his father, 'Baldy' Lord Norman, to the battlefield and participated in the famous Battle of Lapland. In less than eight years, the name 'Sledgehammer' Laing became a household name in Nord, so …" Wayde wanted to continue speaking, but Boris, who had yet to recover from his injuries, pressed down on his shoulder and said, "Wayde, stop talking."
"Well, in short, Banda, you have to become stronger. Working hard is the right path." The deputy commander stopped talking.
In his more than ten years as a mercenary, he had seen too many young mercenaries like Banda. These people all had one thing in common: they were ambitious but had little talent. They were always biting off more than they could chew. Without the strength to match their ambition, they would always dream of having a fortuitous encounter and slaying a dragon. They would always hope that a beautiful lady would throw herself at them. But such plots only appeared in knight novels. How could such a thing happen in real life?
On the other side, Laing was setting up a tent.
The knight unsheathed his longsword and swept it across the uneven ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. When the dust cleared, a flat surface could be seen in the snow and pebbles. Laing hammered the ground to make sure the sorceress wouldn't feel uncomfortable before setting up a tent. Pale blue energy gathered in the knight's palm and the temperature in the tent gradually rose. After cleaning the interior of the tent, Laing took out some animal hides and blankets to cover the ground before making an inviting gesture to Teresa. "Please, Councilor Teresa Trovic."
For the first time that day, the sorceress looked a little better. She took off her high-heeled boots and white cotton socks and put them at the entrance of the tent, revealing a pair of delicate snow-white feet. Teresa walked into the tent with her staff and lay down. Her tone became a little better. "You really know how to take care of people. I've had enough of staying with those mercenaries. Don't they know the meaning of hygiene and personal space?"
"Teresa, not everyone can get hundreds of gold denars every time they go on a mission. With the strength and conditions of the mercenaries, it's already good enough that they can give you a separate tent. They can't light the incense in your tent, and no one has enough animal hides and blankets to protect your delicate body from the hard stones." Laing sighed. "Teresa, I don't want to quarrel with you. You know that."
"I don't want to quarrel with you either, Laing." The sorceress put her staff aside and found a comfortable place to lie down. She took out a velvet quilt from her dimensional ring and covered herself with it. "It's really not a good idea to go with the mercenaries. Last night, Commander Boris let me eat roast mutton. Mysterious Lady above, how can I eat that kind of fishy thing?"
Mysterious Lady was another name for the Goddess of Magic. There were gods in this world. Calling them by their divine names or their real names would be directly perceived by the gods. Therefore, most people gave the gods nicknames. After all, no one wanted the gods to look at them.
"But that's already the most delicious thing for the mercenaries, isn't it? They've already given you the best thing. What else do you want? "Laing sat directly at the entrance of the tent and talked to Teresa.
"I know. That's why I want to say that I shouldn't have hired the mercenaries. I should have waited for you in the last town to meet me." The sorceress' voice was filled with regret.
"You can't always hide behind a high wall and cast spells, my dear Teresa. Lady Aurora sent her precious daughter out to join the hunt for Belt. Didn't she want her daughter to be trained?" Laing just shook his head. "You're older than me, but I'm afraid your actual combat experience is less than one percent of mine."
"I'm not a knight like you who only knows how to ride and kill all day." The sorceress didn't refute. Seeing this, Laing knew that Teresa had accepted his persuasion, so he said gently, "Rest well. I'll go out and see if I can get some game. In this cold weather, it's better to get some hot meat."
Laing had dealt with the group of female spellcasters of the Garland Council many times. He knew that this group of women was very arrogant. Sometimes, if he appropriately protected their face and gave them a way out, he would win a good impression.
"Got it." Teresa tightened the quilt around her body. Seeing that the knight had already gotten up, she called out to him.
"Laing."
"Yes?"
"Be careful."
"Haha, don't worry."
The curtain at the entrance of the tent was pulled down. The sorceress felt a long-lost comfort, and drowsiness quickly came over her.
This wasn't the first time that she and Laing had met. The first time they met was when Laing was 16 years old. At that time, Teresa had just turned 20.
After Laing was adopted by 'Baldy' Norman, the lord of the Nords Kingdom's Ortney Hill, the little boy displayed unbelievable talent. At the age of three, he awakened the talent of a profession. Under the witness of the Church of Justice, he successfully changed his profession. To this day, no one could guess what profession he took. Many guessed that it was a unique gift from the God of Justice. People could only confirm that his basic profession was a warrior.
Due to some unknown reason, he was much more mature than his peers. When he was eight years old, he had already finished reading most of the books in the National Library of Nord and completed the noble etiquette course all by himself. His talent in conversation and learning had shocked the nobles of the Kingdom of Nords.
When Laing was 13 years old, the northern barbarians attacked the south again. His father, the White Wolf Knight Norman, wanted Laing to join him on the battlefield. In the end, Laing said a famous line, "Father, if I go to the battlefield with you now, I might be cut in half like a wild dog. So please give me three more years. I will become a knight that is not inferior to you."
Coincidentally, three years later, the northern barbarians attacked the port of Lapland again. The first time they met was when Laing was 16 years old. In that battle, the 16-year-old Laing chopped off the head of a barbarian warrior and killed five barbarian soldiers alone. The Nords King conferred Laing the title of Ranger Knight on the spot and invited many people to participate in the conferring ceremony. That was the first time she met Laing.
The second time they met was when the young man was conferred the title of Knight. At that time, the terrifying Chaos Orc Lord, "Sharp Fang" Gorr, led thousands of Orc soldiers to wreak havoc in the Nords Kingdom. Numerous Knights and hundreds of soldiers witnessed Laing wielding his War Hammer and duel with Gorr on a cliff. The man and beast fought from dawn to dusk. In the end, Laing beheaded Gorr, earning him the nickname "Big Hammer" and the title of Knight of the Kingdom.
No one knew how powerful Laing was, but it was certain that an elite warrior couldn't kill a powerful Chaos Orc Lord alone. Hence, Laing was at least …
Teresa fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.
"Madam Trovik? Madam Trovik? " After sleeping for a long time, the sorceress was woken up by a gentle call. Although she still felt very tired, she felt a little better than before. She looked up and saw that it was Banda, the mercenary who kept trying to please her. Theresa just nodded. She noticed that Banda was trying hard to stretch his neck to see her face, so she wrapped a white fox fur coat around herself to prevent the young man from seeing anything else. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Mr. Laing is back. He asked me to call you." The young mercenary only saw the beautiful face of the female warlock, her neck as white as a swan, and her black jade-like hair. He was disappointed, but he immediately sensed Teresa's unfriendly gaze, so he quickly said, "I understand.
You may leave. "Teresa gestured for Banda to leave.
The young mercenary was looking forward to chatting with Theresa, but the sorceress did not intend to talk much. He was very disappointed. He thought that he was a little handsome, so he did not give up when he saw the sorceress's bad attitude. "Is there anything I can help you with? Madam Trovik, you look very tired … "
"No, you may leave. Tell Laing that I'll be right there." Teresa expressed that she didn't need his help. Banda was disappointed that he didn't manage to say anything. He could only leave.
On the other side, the mercenaries were making a big fuss because the Royal Knight, Leon, had brought back an entire reindeer!
The huge reindeer were being skinned by the mercenaries using short knives. After experiencing the sorrow of the huge casualties, the mercenaries could finally find some comfort in the venison feast at night. Lionel generously allowed the mercenaries to take away a portion of the reindeer meat, leaving only a hind leg and two pieces of venison steaks for them.
"Tsk, that damn knight. He's just lucky." Banda's face darkened when he saw the mercenaries cheering. "He really knows how to win people's hearts. Nobles know how to win people's hearts. These people hide behind high walls all day to collect taxes and enjoy the offerings of the poor. These people deserve to die!"
Although he said that, the fragrance of the roasted venison wafted in the air. When Wairt saw Banda, he took the initiative to pass the short knife with the meat skewer on it to Banda. "Lord Laing brought some roasted meat. The weather is so cold. Eat more!"
"Oh …" The young mercenary was indeed hungry. At this time, he couldn't care less. He took the roasted meat and ate it happily.
"That's all for now. I'll go check on Teresa. You guys help yourselves." Laing didn't want to stay with this group of mercenaries. Their behavior of exchanging bowls, chopsticks, and cutlery made Laing uncomfortable. Moreover, the mercenaries didn't get along with the knights.
The knight profession was the model of the lawful camp. From the paladins of the good camp to the black knights of the evil camp, no matter what kind of knight it was, they were all inclined towards the lawful camp.
However, the mercenaries were different. Some mercenaries fought to protect their loved ones, and some would brandish their swords at anyone purely for the sake of benefits. However, they were all existences of the chaotic camp. Knights and mercenaries were born to be in a hostile relationship.
Laing also didn't have much of a good impression of the mercenary profession. In many online novels in his previous life, mercenaries were the embodiment of courage, kindness, and wisdom. However, since he came to this world, he had seen more of them being foolish and unscrupulous.
Most mercenaries were willing to do anything for money.
Laing took two pieces of venison steak and a deer leg and walked towards the tent he had set up. However, before he reached the tent door, Teresa, wrapped in a white fox fur coat, lifted the curtain of the tent. When she saw Laing holding something raw, the sorceress frowned. "I thought you had already cooked it."
“？？？ How did you know I was back? " The knight was puzzled. He took out a metal pot and placed it over the fire. He also set up a rack to prepare the food.
"Didn't you have Banda call me?" Teresa wrapped herself tightly in her white coat and sat opposite Laing, only revealing her mature and beautiful face. Nord's winter was far too cold. Normally, the sorceress could use spells to protect herself from the cold, but she was very weak now.
"Banda?" Laing was still dumbfounded. The two looked at each other strangely for ten seconds before the knight snapped out of it. "Looks like another young man has fallen for Madam Trovic's dress. Perhaps one look from you and he'll be willing to die for you. I can only congratulate you on gaining another suitor."
"I don't want to argue with you, Laing," she said coldly.
"Alright, alright. You do have that kind of breathtaking beauty. No one can doubt that." Laing cut the steak into small pieces and put them into the pot. He also added various spices and picked wild vegetables to make a pot of venison and wild vegetable soup.
"Did all those years of traveling teach you how to sweet-talk women and how to cook well?" Faced with Laing's flattery, Teresa had to admit that the man had a way with words. Her tone softened considerably.
"No, my years of travel taught me even more. If there's a chance, I'll tell you what I've encountered over the years." Laing took out a spoon and stirred the ingredients in the pot. A fragrant aroma wafted out of the pot and whetted his appetite.
"Why do so many people think they're the male lead of a story? A normal mercenary? "she said faintly as she sniffed the aroma in the pot.
"You're saying that now. Weren't you the same way back then? I remember when we first met, you didn't even look at me properly. You only thought of me as a lucky brat." Laing retorted. When they first met, Teresa also spoke to him with the same arrogance.
"Alright, the most important thing now is what to do about Bernt. I've used up all my mana and can't use magic to chase after him. "The sorceress blushed and changed the topic.
"Let's eat first. After that, we'll discuss in detail what to do."
"Alright."
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