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Marquis Charles?"

"Marquis Charles is the eldest son of the Duke Of St. Hilde, the first in line to the throne …"

"Nonsense! Of course I know who Marquis Charles is, but why would his knight appear here? Why is he urgently recruiting us? "

"Isn't Marquis Charles fighting the Trolls at the border? Are we going to the border? "

"How is that possible? This place is so far from the border. Even if there was an urgent recruitment, they wouldn't come here to recruit soldiers. And look, the order clearly says that we have to gather at Mirror Lake within two days. "

"Where is Mirror Lake?"

"It's not far from here. Follow this river and head north for about fifty kilometers."

"Then should we go?"

"I don't want to go to the battlefield!"

"But … But this is an urgent recruitment order from the House of Saint Hilde!"

"But it wasn't personally signed by the Duke."

"Won't Marquis Charles be the Dukes Of The North in the future?"

"That will have to wait until he inherits the title … Moreover, I don't want to die!"

"You might not die. Perhaps this is a good opportunity to make a name for yourself."

"Ha, idiot!"

"Who are you scolding!"

"So what if I scold you!"

… …

When Sarroux brought Marquis Charles' urgent recruitment order back to the camp, everyone immediately exploded.

Some agreed, some objected, and they quarreled.

The reason for this situation was that this urgent recruitment order came from Marquis Charles and not his father, the Duke Of St. Hilde of the Northern Frontier.

Marquis Charles St. Hilde's title was fake and did not have any actual land. It was only a confirmation of his first in line to the throne, similar to the position of crown prince in ancient China.

Although the crown prince's status was noble, he was not the emperor.

Therefore, if it was the Duke Of St. Hilde who issued the urgent recruitment order, anyone who received the order from the Northern Frontier would not dare to resist.

However, if it was Marquis Charles who issued the urgent recruitment order …

Looking at the noisy Firefox Mercenaries, one could see its effectiveness.

"Enough! All of you, shut up! "Sarroux roared in annoyance, stopping his men from quarreling.

Then he turned to look at Oliver and asked, "Does Marquis Charles have the authority to issue an emergency draft?"

"I remember that Marquis Charles shouldn't have such authority …" Oliver was a little uncertain. He turned to Colin for help. "Knight Of Kahn, am I right?"

"According to the law, Marquis Charles does not have such authority." Colin searched his memory. "However, there is a similar precedent in the history of the Northern Frontier."

Oliver's face, which had just turned for the better, turned gloomy again.

He absolutely did not wish for the Firefox Mercenaries to be urgently recruited at this time.

Without the escort of the mercenaries, his caravan would be like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. It would be impossible for them to reach Fallen Eagle City safely.

"Then, Captain Sarroux …" Oliver's tone was a little bitter. "Are you prepared to accept this recruitment order?"

Sarroux's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. It was obvious that he was also very dissatisfied with this urgent recruitment order. After thinking for a while, he slowly shook his head and said, "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, Oliver's face was immediately filled with joy. However, the mercenary leaders behind Sarroux immediately exploded.

"Captain, you can't reject Marquis Charles' recruitment order like this!"

"Yes! The House of Saint Hilde won't let us go! "

"And that cavalry … I think they really have the guts to kill!"

Sarroux suddenly turned his head and fiercely swept a glance at the noisy mercenaries behind him.

The scene instantly quieted down.

"Do you know what we will face if we accept this recruitment order and go to Mirror Lake?"

Hearing Captain Sarroux's question, the mercenary leaders looked at each other and then replied, "It should be to prepare for war. Although it's dangerous, it's still better than defying the orders of the House of Saint Hilde. "

"War?" Sarroux sneered, "We are going to die!"

"What?"

"Captain, why?"

"Going to war doesn't necessarily mean that we are going to die. Moreover, if we win, we might be able to get some military merits … "

"You are dreaming!" Sarroux mercilessly interrupted his subordinates' delusions, "Think about it carefully! Why would Marquis Charles' army appear at Mirror Lake? "

The mercenaries looked at each other.

Colin's eyes flickered. He seemed to understand what Sarroux meant.

Oliver immediately shouted, "That's right! I also suspect that Marquis Charles retreated all the way to Mirror Lake! "

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"How could Marquis Charles lose?"

… …

The mercenaries all expressed their disbelief.

It was no wonder that they had such blind faith in Marquis Charles.

This was because in recent decades, the trolls had been completely suppressed by the Army of the North.

Five years ago, even the troll court was forced to move north under the threat of the Northern Frontier. A large area in the southern part of the Firmament Ice Plains had almost become a hunting ground for the Army of the North.

If not for the harsh climate of the Ice Plains, which made it unsuitable for planting crops and building manors, the Northern Frontier's territory would have extended even further north.

Under such circumstances, no arrogant person from the Northern Frontier would have thought that the House of Saint Hilde would actually be defeated.

But thinking about it carefully, Sarroux and Oliver's guesses made sense.

In recent months, there had been no good news from the frontlines. Instead, a few towns at the border had been breached one after another, and a few families had lost their lands.

At first, everyone thought that the trolls were desperate and had sent small groups of troops to bypass the frontlines and enter the Northern Frontier to harass them.

Although the private armies of a few families had been temporarily repelled, as long as the main forces of the Northern Frontier led by Marquis Charles returned to reinforce them, they would definitely be able to wipe out the invading troll army and recover their lost lands.

But now, it seemed that this might not be the case.

This was because Marquis Charles' army had actually appeared at Mirror Lake …

That was no longer the border, but the hinterland.

In the memories of this generation of Northern Frontier people, the trolls had never had the ability to penetrate deep into this place.

Most of the mercenaries fell silent, evidently afraid.

But there were some who did not think so and encouraged, "Even so, we can still go to Mirror Lake and help Marquis Charles defeat the invading trolls …"

"Idiot!" Sarroux scolded sternly, "With the army retreating, you still want to turn the tide? Just based on us, mercenaries who were urgently recruited? "

"It's not just us, the nearby mercenary groups must have received the urgent recruitment order …"

"Just a bunch of cannon fodder!" Sarroux knew very well what kind of people his subordinates were.

These fellows could even kill their own people when fighting with thieves. Calling them a motley crew was a bit of a compliment.

And they still wanted to go to the battlefield and fight with the regular army?

They were really looking for death!

Sarroux finally made up his mind. He ignored the voices of opposition from his subordinates and resolutely turned around, walking towards the cavalry of the House of Saint Hilde.

Looking at the back of Sarroux's departing figure, everyone looked at each other with different expressions.

Colin suddenly realized that his father, Baron Angele, had not written back for a few months.

This was obviously a bit unusual.

It seemed like someone was deliberately blocking the news from the frontlines …

Could it be that the situation at the frontlines was really bad?

…

"You dare to reject Marquis Charles' recruitment order?" No one knew what Sarroux said, but the leading knight of the House of Saint Hilde suddenly shouted angrily.

"Sir Knight, I just want to know …"

"Enough! Rejecting the urgent recruitment order is treason! " The knight rudely interrupted Sarroux's explanation and said to the Firefox Mercenaries gathered in front of him, "Whoever kills this traitor will immediately be promoted to centurion!"

"Hua — —"

The mercenaries were suddenly in an uproar.

Some were filled with righteous indignation, some sneered disdainfully, but there were also some whose eyes flickered.

"Sir Knight!" Sarroux did not even turn his head, confidently showing his back to the people behind him and continued, "I respect the House of Saint Hilde and Marquis Charles, but we also have the right to know the situation of the place we are about to go to …"

Sarroux's words stopped abruptly halfway through.

Because, a long sword pierced through his chest.

"Ah — — Ah — —" Sarroux spat out blood and tried hard to turn his head.

After seeing the face of the young man behind him, his expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

"Bang!"

The corpse fell to the ground.

"Very good!" The knight on horseback nodded in satisfaction and looked at the young man who was holding the long sword dripping with blood. "Tell me your name."

"Respected knight, my name is Sarre."

"Sarre? What is your relationship with this Sarroux? "

"He is my father, respected knight."