Lord of the Oasis Chapter 393: .Bertram’s awakening

On the battlefield, the elite desert robbers walked with their spears. When they passed the fallen enemy, they stabbed them in the neck and chest, twisted them half a turn, pulled them out, and moved on.

This is field cleaning, standard post-battle tactics, and they're very skilled at it.

Professional patching.

In this day and age, serious injury equals tragic death.

Rather than endure the torment of illness and pain, it is better to simply die and die.

As for those cowardly suspended animations, since they chose the path of cowards, there is no point in living. Anyway, when the elite desert robbers walked over with their spears, everyone on the entire battlefield made up for it accurately.

Not a single life was left, even in the face of lightly wounded armed militias.

The absence of massacres is an act of kindness.

But that's not the case with sweeping the battlefield.

This is a warning.

It's also a deterrent.

Since choosing to be their enemy.

Then the current battlefield cleaning is destined to be merciless.

As an enemy, then they are not qualified to live, because on the battlefield you and I are fighting for life. Either you die or I forget, there is no second way to go.

War is a cruel Asura field.

Temporary camp.

Inner layer.

Kant sits on a simple low chair padded with a saddle.

Kneading his calf with his hands, he looked at the young knight who was kneeling on his knees in front of him and responded to him with the most humiliating appearance. His face was calm, without the slightest anger or fear.

He won this victory, and the initiative is in his hands.

And in front of this young captive.

Just like the fish on the cutting board.

There is no difference.

This Bertram also knelt in front of Kant resignedly, with his hands on his back.

He bowed his head and let his hair hang down. He was like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed, but the fact that he was still safe now, at least he didn't lose his life on the battlefield, already showed that he survived for a reason.

Today's cooperation is one of the biggest reasons for Bertram's survival.

Not too long to wait.

Outside the tent.

The elite desert robbers who have cleaned up the battlefield will report back.

Rolfe waved his hand to retire, and at the same time whispered to Kant the results of the battle. Of course, Kant did not express much about the expected brilliant victory.

Just nodded and said, "Understood, I ordered to go on and do a good job of vigilance."

"Yes."

Rolf takes the lead.

Turned around and left, greeted the elite bandits under his command, and returned to the tent after making arrangements.

The night in East County is still silent, but the sound of horses' hooves erupts, and the elite desert robbers scattered in small groups have scattered like the daytime with spears and machetes, and cautiously began to patrol the surrounding area to ensure that Safety.

"No problem."

Rolfe's affirmative report.

"Very good." After arranging all this, Kant was slightly relieved.

Turn his head to look at the prisoner who was still kneeling in front of him, he said calmly: "Okay, it's time for us to talk, as a mercenary group that just came here, um, let's count it this way, we can I didn't mean to attack you, but why you would attack us first, which makes me very puzzled, and also curious, what is the reason."

"The reason, maybe I said it was a misunderstanding, Baron Kant, you won't believe it."

Bertram smiled wryly.

The reason for this attack was really a misunderstanding of the barbarians.

"Yeah." Kant shrugged. He doesn't know the truth of the matter yet, but the experience from the system instilled in his mind, as well as the experience of past and present life, naturally won't simply believe the so-called misunderstanding.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect. If you misunderstand this term, you can only deceive children.

"Oh, it's a good misunderstanding."

Rolfe smiled beside him: "This is indeed a misunderstanding."

"Huh?" Bertram raised his head in amazement. He expected Kant's silence, but Rolfe's temperament was obviously beyond his long-standing, more gentlemanly thinking.

"We really misunderstood."

Rolfe smiled and said with a bit of savagery in his eyes: "Then, in this battle, because of your misunderstanding, or take the initiative to attack us, we can ignore this misunderstanding." He said solemnly. : "How can you compensate us? After all, this attack has frightened us and requires mental damage."

"Uh..." The stunned look in Bertram's eyes was even more intense.

The fields outside the camp were also piled with the bodies of those who died tonight. They were all the knights and servants of Fort Avilés and the militiamen of the village of Nari. The losses were extremely heavy.

And now this so-called mental damage fee is really unacceptable to him.

But in fact they were the attackers.

is the one who started the incident.

"I can't make a decision."

Bertralem bowed his head sullenly, but smiled helplessly: "For me, I'm just the captain of the Aviles Fort guards, just one of Viscount Gibran's knight apprentices."

"Your name." Kant asked calmly.

"Bertram," he replied.

"Haven't heard of it."

Kant shrugged: "I have heard a little about your three big knight brothers." After a pause, he stretched out his hand to support his head and rubbed it: "Remember ten years ago, they were lucky too. Young people who survive."

"That's right." Bertram nodded, "I'm just a new apprentice who was introduced by Countess Agatha last year."

"New apprentice."

Kant chuckled: "Your family background is very good."

Bertram said with a gloomy look: "It's because my father is the sheriff of East County City." After a pause, he smiled bitterly: "It's the court baron conferred by Earl Agatha."

"No."

Kant raised an eyebrow.

He certainly understood what Bertram meant.

Being able to become the new apprentice of the famous Viscount Gibran in the East County Territory must have enough wealth and power to support it, otherwise it would be impossible to just worship this famous general.

As for the sheriff of East County City, he is also a court baron conferred by Earl Agatha.

It's no surprise then.

Wealth is there.

Background has.

Identity has.

This Bertram is estimated to be even more noble, no less than the son of an ordinary powerful baron.

Kant's mind turned quickly, looking at Bertram's dejected appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, he also thought that this might be Countess Agatha, his aunt, who wanted to intervene in Aviles Fort's little test.

Bertram's father was the sheriff of East County.

Born with the brand of Countess Agatha.

Not to mention the court baron.

It's actually money, a title bought from Countess Agatha.

It is usually done by merchants or big landowners who have been servants or vassals, such as financial officers, magistrates, and even stewards of Dongjun City, as well as subordinate caravan leaders and big landowners.

Elsewhere, this type of person is called a gentleman, an honorary title.

The same is true for court barons.

In practical terms, even lower than Baron Wufu.

After all, Baron Wufu was fought down with real military exploits, and he still has real power under his hands. He has the troops directly under him. If he is lucky on the battlefield, he is invincible and can continue to obtain titles with higher military exploits.

And if the baron of the court wants to be promoted, it depends entirely on the meaning of the person who is enshrined, just a servant with a noble title.

But it still represents the higher noble.

A place that can be canonized as a court nobility.

There are only two.

The power center of the Lion Duchy, the Lion Castle of Archduke Cameron.

Or the eastern county town of Countess Agatha, which is faintly independent from the Principality of Lions!

Bertram opened his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "Yes, Baron Kant, you guessed right, I am indeed sent by Countess Agatha to investigate Viscount Gibran's counselor."

"Go on, I like this story." Kant nodded.

"This is not a story."

Bertram retorted in a low voice.

But his voice was even more decadent: "Viscount Gibran became more and more weird after the **** battle ten years ago, and even tended to be weird, and even began to be independent from the jurisdiction of the East County Territory."

"Self-respect, semi-independent warlord state." Kant said calmly: "I understand."

"Indeed."

Bertram also confirmed: "Even Countess Agatha's orders are sometimes rejected."

After a pause, he continued: "But when I came to Avilés, even if I became a new knight apprentice~IndoMTL.com~, I was still excluded from the entire Viscount Gibran system. Outside."

"But in your body, there is still an extraordinary power related to Viscount Gibran."

Kant calmly reminded: "From the abyss, the fallen power."

Bertram shook his head: "I don't know what an abyss is, what a demon is, it's too far away for me, it's a myth and legend after all, I only know that I should get supernatural power."

"And then you really chose this power?" Kant raised his eyebrows: "It's interesting."

"That's right."

Bertram nodded sullenly: "But I didn't know that Viscount Gibran could be so depraved."

He thought of the terrifying demon form, as in the legend, and couldn't help shuddering: "My three senior brothers have been completely controlled by that evil force, even me, because of Approaching this force, Viscount Gibran actually controlled his consciousness at that time, only knowing irritability and killing, as well as hysterical madness!"

Actually, let alone him.

Even the squires of knights are controlled by that power.

On weekdays, I just think it's motivated by Viscount Gibran's reputation, but I don't care at all when I notice it.

But now that I think about it carefully, I feel shivering. This is clearly the use of extraordinary power to control the surrounding soldiers to produce some kind of special effect. It is really irreversible madness!

"So that's why."

Associating with Bertram, he sighed, "The truth of the victory ten years ago."

This is indeed the truth.

Only this kind of power can defeat the main force of thousands of people in the Silver Plate Kingdom.

Instead of relying on a group of cowardly rout, a group of militias and peasants conscripted by improvised armed forces.

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