The noisy pier, the lively crowd, the air filled with the smell of the sea and rum.

The carriage slowly drove into the port, while Leilin looked at the busy scene outside through the small windows above the carriage.

Sailors, farmers, mercenaries, adventurers, and various characters began to fall into his eyes, and they were quickly distinguished which ones had good strength and which ones were having ulterior motives.

Before, because he was immersed in spell learning, Lei Lin rarely even came out of the manor, let alone came here.

"It seems that the Faoran family has managed this place even more than I expected, and it is understandable to attract some covetous people."

"Hmm?! Even bards have them!"

Leilin looked at the crowd next to a crossroads, and was performing a bard in surprise.

The bards in the world of gods are not just street artists. They are often spies and spies, shouldering the heavy responsibility of spying on intelligence, or making a living by selling intelligence. What's more important is that they often have powerful force.

The prosperity of Efa Oran Port obviously did not attract bards to travel and perform.

"Jagub, what's the name of that bard? How long have you been here?" Leilin asked directly.

"Is that bard? It is said that his name is Snow, and he comes from a distant northern country. His poems are very beautiful and there are many interesting stories. Before, the Baron also had the intention of inviting the other party to perform at the manor..."

Jagob replied quickly.

With the power of the Faoran family, the civilians here quickly moved out of their way and offered gifts to the families who ruled the port and islands.

Lei Lin, who was sitting in the center of the carriage, was not intoxicated by the crowd. Instead, he frowned: "There are too many people, but the patrol team appears too few..."

"Jagub. How much power does our family have here?"

"Are you talking about the patrol team? Dear young master!" Jagob was stunned for a moment, obviously Leilin's question surprised him a little.

But for the former commander here, the situation of the patrol team had long been remembered in Jagob's heart, so he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't think about it and replied: "We have two brigades here, with a total of one hundred people, all of which are powerful young men!"

"Awesome guy? Have strength? This means that there are no extraordinary professionals who can only suppress ordinary sailors and thieves?"

Lei Lin was speechless: "So among these hundred people, how many professionals are there? How many pairs of leather armor are there? And ranged weapons such as crossbows?"

In this world of gods where extraordinary power is greatly limited, armor and weapons are also a very important factor in strength.

A group of well-equipped and well-trained soldiers. It is no problem to deal with professionals below level 5. If the number is enough, even professionals below level 10 will not be willing to fight them.

Of course, after level 10, it is not the case that quantity can make up for quality.

"Professional? Leather armor and crossbow?" Jagob's somewhat surprised voice came from the front.

"What? No?" Leilin sighed.

"Are professionals? The two captains are retired officers recruited by the Baron, and they also have low-level warrior strength, but they have not passed the level 5 warrior profession verification. As for leather armor, there are a pair of people above the squad leader. There are twelve pieces in total, and there are also crossbows... Our patrol soldiers are not equipped with this thing, but there seems to be several inventories in the manor..."

Jagobu said with a little blushing.

"Too little! Too little! This kind of power seems to be a little too thin..." Lei Lin said as if complaining.

"Why did the young master say that?" Jagob had a surprised expression on his face: "A Baron has more than one hundred elite soldiers. This kind of strength is simply the level of a viscount in the kingdom... and in order to bear this team, the Baron has to invest a lot of trade profits every year..."

"Baron...so..."

Leilin suddenly realized that Faoran Island was originally a newly developed territory. It had no permanent population, and it was very troublesome to recruit farmers to cultivate land. It was even more impossible to recruit soldiers directly.

To recruit enough people, they can only be employed in the form of mercenaries, pay a lot of money, and even have to bear food and settlement fees.

In fact, if Farãoland had not been located on an isolated island and had to face a large number of vicious pirates, Baron Jonnas would have long since removed most of the guards here.

Although the barons in the Kingdom of Dambreth can also recruit so many soldiers, they never did this except during wartime because they could not afford it.

If it weren't for the profits of trade, I'm afraid the entire Falan family would have been bankrupted by the army.

"The rise of the nobles is indeed very difficult..." Lei Lin sighed in his heart. His body grandfather had barely obtained this deserted island as a fiefdom for the rest of his life. After half of his life's efforts by Baron Jonnas, he finally gained a little popularity here, but was immediately coveted.

"If you want to equip all these hundred people..." Lei Lin estimated a little. The cost of armor in the world of the gods was very expensive. A complete armor or even a knight's heirloom can be worth a small manor. The price of armor that has been transformed by a mage or blessed by a priest is even more amazing, and it can even be comparable to a city!

"It is obviously unrealistic to replace the patrol team, but you can still use your brain to deal with weapons. At least, you can't hold a rusty iron fork or something..."

Leilin covered his forehead with a sigh.

Now he is no longer the wealthy and powerful body before. In the world of the gods, even his pocket money is only a few gold coins every month, and most of it is consumed on magic materials.

"The low-level mages can make money, but they are all coolies that copy spells or configure low-level potions, and there is no time left... Alas, in the world of gods, it is not easy for the little nobles to mess with. Only the temple is the real tycoon! Last time I saw the church of the Spring Goddess, the knights were all covered with metal armor, and even had the effect of blessings of divine art..."

Lei Lin couldn't help but think of what he saw last time. The wealth of the Church of Gods is famous throughout the continent, and it is even more so because of the church of the goddess of wealth, Wojin. It is rumored that the other party directly built the church headquarters with gold and silver, and even the ground was covered with gold bricks. Sometimes Lei Lin, who was crazy, even decided to make a fortune and must grab it after he became rich.

"So... can I mobilize them?"

Suppressing the rebellious thoughts in his heart, Lelin asked Jacob outside.

"Of course! As the heir to the Faoran family, your will is our mission!" Jagob replied firmly: "Do you need me to send a signal?"

"No! No! What I want to go to is the Temple of Knowledge. There will be no danger there. Go and tell them..."

Lei Lin said a few words lightly, but he added silently in his heart: "And, you guys have no effect on the temple priests and paladins, let alone many people are willing to attack the church and gods they believe in..."

After Lei Lin finished speaking, the carriage fell into silence again. Lei Lin did not continue to speak, but just looked at the terrain and buildings outside with curious eyes.

"Young Master! The Temple of Knowledge has arrived!"

As the carriage drove into an open area, Jacob's voice came from the front.

Leilin looked outside the window. The streets here were clean and tidy, and the pedestrians seemed very well-educated. Even when other farmers and mercenaries passed by, they would try to keep their footsteps down as much as possible, and seemed very cautious and respectful, as if they were two worlds as the noisy and chaotic port before.

Through the carriage, you can also see the tall and majestic temple buildings, emitting dazzling brilliance.

The churches of the gods are always built very magnificently, giving people a gorgeous and solemn feeling.

"God of Knowledge..." Many prayer voices were heard.

Since it was a celebration day, many believers of the God of Knowledge have gathered here, and the spacious square is even crowded with people.

In order to worship the God of Knowledge, Jonnas directly dedicated the best and largest piece of land on the port, without collecting a single copper.

In the eyes of those pastors, this is natural.

"It seems that all the 'cultural people' above the port are here!" Lei Lin sighed, rubbed his face, and changed into a sunny smile.

"Young Master Leilin!"

"Welcome!" "Yo! Look at who this is..."

Many acquaintances gathered around, many of them were his uncles and aunts, which made Lei Lin have to smile and say hello and greet them one by one.

With Anthony's teaching, Raylin had no mistakes in etiquette. The ones presented outside were the most perfect image of aristocratic heirs, and were unanimously praised by outsiders.

At the cost, after the tedious greetings, Leilin found that his facial muscles had begun to stiffen, and time had passed.

"Even though I know it's very troublesome, I still have to do this, noble..."

Lei Lin sighed and entered the grand temple, and threw a small bag of gold coins into the donation box, making the fat-headed priest behind him seem to have a flower laughed on his face.
Chapter completed!