"Sir, is it okay to do this? If the superiors know that you have seriously violated military discipline and let others go out of the city at night, the people from the Military Law Department will not let you go."

In front of the half-open city gate, Juliers and his soldiers watched the carriage in sight slowly disappeared into the distance. The adjutant standing beside Juliers suddenly whispered.

"If you don't say it, will the people from the Military Law Department know?" Juliers said with a calm face.

The adjutant was stunned and said, "But there are always people who can't control their mouths."

"Perlin, do you know how many years it took me to climb this position?" Juliers asked suddenly for no reason.

The adjutant of the famous writer Palin lowered his head and said, "If I remember correctly, it only took you three years since you joined the army."

"Three years...if three years can repay a favor, do you think it's worth it?" Juliers said.

"I don't know." Palin said.

"I am still young. Three years are only a small part of my life for me. If I lose my power, I can take it back, but some kindness needs to be repaid for the rest of my life." Juliers said quietly.

"Sir, you let them go out of the city just because you want to repay the kindness?" Palin said in confusion.

"Yes and no, I just want to split the past with them." Juliers turned around and turned around and turned around.

"Why? Sir, have you ever been the most affectionate companion with them?" Palin caught up with him.

"Juliers was indeed the case, but Juliers is no longer the Juliers he used to be."

Palin looked up at the dark night sky, as if sighing and feeling sad.

...

"He's your former friend?"

The rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground. Occasionally touching the stones hidden in the snow inevitably made violent bumps. Winnie yawned and tried to stretch her body in the narrow carriage. She was very tired, but the sobering potion she took not long ago still kept her spirits excited. She opened the small window of the carriage and happened to see Oden riding on the horse, and asked.

"Yes." Oden looked ahead and thoughtfully.

"Looking at your expression, you seem a little sad." Winnie said after noticing the abnormality shown by the other party.

"Is it sad?" Oden touched the rough beard on his face.

"Yes, in my eyes, all of you are like this." After observing the expressions of the mercenaries around him, Winnie affirmed tone.

"Maybe it's because we lost another friend." Oden sighed.

"Are you talking about the officer at the city gate just now?" Winnie asked.

"Yes."

"He's not your friend?" Winnie said strangely.

"It used to be, but now... maybe not." Oden said sadly.

"Can you tell your story?" Winnie reached out to support her by the small window.

"Are you curious?" Oden glanced at her.

"The journey to Cantland is long and lonely, and there is always something to spend time on boring days." Winnie smiled.

Oden was silent for a while, and a faint bitterness appeared on his rough face and began to recall and tell: "I was once the leader of the Knights under Lord Florence. However, about seven years ago, Lord Florence was unfortunately defeated by another hostile lord. According to the rules agreed between the noble wars at that time, we surrendered to each other as vassals of Lord Florence."

"Isn't this a very common thing in Sissinia?" Winnie jerked.

"Yes, we will follow the new lord and continue to serve, but the cruelty of reality stabbed us hard." Oden said with a hint of anger.

"Is there something wrong?" Winnie asked in confusion.

"The incident?! No. To be serious, it is a premeditated murder!" Oden said with a tense face and a low voice: "The new lord is a very strong and warlike lord. He was immediately dispatched to the newly opened battlefield shortly after we surrendered to the new lord! And do you know who the enemy we are facing?"

"Who is it?"

"Marquis Edmund!"

"Marte Edmund? Wasn't he the most powerful noble in the entire Sissinia at that time? Is the new lord you serve in a disorderly manner? He actually declared war on Marquis Edmund!" Winnie exclaimed.

"You underestimate my new lord too much. None of the nobles who can survive in Sissinia will be idiots! On the contrary, the wisdom and cunning of the new lord are well-known, and do you know why he dared to provoke Marquis Edmund?" Oden snorted coldly.

Winnie thoughtfully said, "If you follow your description of the new lord, it means that he must have other purposes for provoking Marquis Edmund!"

"That's right! He does have other purposes!" Oden gritted his teeth.

"What did he do to make you so angry?" Winnie said carefully when he noticed the change in Auden's face.

"Haha. In the newly opened battlefield, every day we have comrades who die. Every day, the military orders require us to attack the opponent's walls without fear of death! But we are knights! Let the knights attack the city? What a ridiculous thing! Even the stupidest person knows that the knight plays the right role! However, the new lord insists on his own and lets us continue to die and consume under the opponent's high walls." Oden said with red eyes: "Later, I accidentally learned the new lord's idea through a certain channel. It turns out that he does not trust us surrendered soldiers at all. The real reason for provoking Marquis Edmund's Marquis was just to kill us with the other party's hands. In contrast, it can also consume Marquis Edmund's strength!"

"How is this possible?" Winnie said in disbelief, covering her little mouth.

"What's impossible?" Oden said coldly: "Which aristocrat who was defeated and surrendered would be willing to fail? Many times they would secretly collude with their former subordinates to attempt to rebel. In order to prevent such a thing, most of them would be under house arrest by the victors, and the surrendered soldiers and officials would be dismissed to different places... But I never expected that the new lord's method was so cruel and intended to kill all of us brutally!"

"What happened later?" Winnie cared.

"Later? Haha... Later, of course I led the remaining members of the Knights to launch a mutiny!" Oden sighed to the sky: "The mutiny of the Knights was quickly suppressed, and a few of us broke through the siege. From that day on, I became mercenaries with those who were willing to follow me and began to wander..."

"Have you ever considered joining another lord and noble? This is much better than being a mercenary?" said Winnie.

"Do you think those stereotypic and conservative nobles would accept a soldier who led his soldiers to mutiny and rebellion?" Oden smiled bitterly.

"This... probably won't." Winnie said embarrassedly after thinking about it.

"Yes, so I can only choose the mercenary path." Oden said helplessly: "Juliers was once a member of the Knights who broke through the encirclement with me. After that, he pursued his own path alone. Perhaps the damage given by the new lord made him never forget. We all know that Juliers has changed and has become no longer like the smiling young man we once remembered."

"But when I was at the city gate, I felt that the friendship between you was still as deep as it was back then." Winnie said.

"That friendship had dissipated when we left Ebranro." Oden muttered.

"I don't understand." Winnie shook her head.

"Of course, because this is a world that only men understand."
Chapter completed!