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There were many mountains and forests in Faustian. Of the four provinces, only the eastern province of Tyre, near Felor, had a small area of plains. It was said that unruly people came from the deep mountains and forests. The Faustians were known for being tough in the surrounding countries.

So, let the Faustians manage the Shalorians in peace? Stop joking. Most armies used violence against the Shalorians. Fortunately, Kenzir, the commander of the Faustian military, was a reasonable man. Massacres hadn't happened yet.

The soldiers in the Faustian army called the Shalorians barbarians. From a fair point of view, the Faustians were probably more barbarians than the Shalorians.

Suzanne knew how to behave. The hooligans who bullied her in Giza were now obedient to her. With the help of Hans and Kane, two good brothers of Locke, and her smart mind, Suzanne was like a fish in water among the Shalorian refugees.

Grace and the other two hadn't left for the past month. On the contrary, they would occasionally help Suzanne. Grace would occasionally reveal her shrewdness, causing Suzanne to break out in cold sweat. She felt that she had the brains of a housekeeper, while Grace was more like a noble with a deep mansion.

Locke didn't tell Suzanne about the origins of the three women, and she didn't want to ask too much about it. This was a patriarchal society, and women generally didn't ask too much about the decisions of men, even though this might have added a few sisters to her family.

Grace didn't show any different emotions towards Locke's death. From the beginning to the end, she was just a captive of Locke. Although Locke had always been very protective of them, Grace only felt a little bit of gratitude towards him.

Kristin, on the other hand, cried for a few days after receiving the news of Locke's death. After that, her eyes were red for a week. Everyone thought that the little girl treated Locke as her own brother, but only Kristin herself knew what she really thought.

Laffey, on the other hand, used her actions to show her attitude. As a maid with impetus, Laffey's strength was no less than that of a veteran soldier who had been in the army for several years. All she lacked was actual combat experience. Laffey played a big part in Suzanne's ability to suppress the troublemakers among the Shalorian refugees. All she needed to do was deal with some ignorant gangsters.

It was noon, and Auberdine, who was on guard duty in front of the camp, yawned while leaning on his spear. Although it was winter, the weather had been very strange recently. The sun was hanging high in the sky, and there were no clouds at all, let alone any wind. If it weren't for the white snow covering the mountains in the distance, Auberdine would've suspected that it was summer.

The warm sunlight shone on Aubertine's face. In a trance, he seemed to see two strange furry creatures. How could there be wild beasts in this season? Aubendine mocked himself. A month ago, more than half of the brothers in the camp had died. They had rested for a whole month. Could it be that they were sleepy? Auberdine rubbed his face and took a closer look.

Aubendine was scared out of his wits. Who was he looking at? He actually saw Locke, who was long dead! Although Aubendine wasn't part of Locke's platoon, he was from 2nd Platoon and used to be in the same platoon as Locke. He was one year older than Locke, but he was just an ordinary soldier when Locke was the platoon jarl. When Locke was the platoon jarl, he was still just an ordinary soldier. Although he was a little jealous of his brother, he admired him more.

Although the two savages were still some distance away from Aubertine, one of them had a calm expression on his face. Aubertine could tell at a glance that it was Locke.

Even though he rubbed his face until it was swollen, Auberdine still saw the savage who looked like Locke walking towards him with another person. Could it be Locke's ghost? Auberdine couldn't help but think. He had been on the battlefield for a few years and had seen magic a few times. He believed in these supernatural things without a doubt.

"Ah!" After a scream, Auberdine stumbled back into the camp. He thought he had seen a ghost.

Locke, who was holding Angelina's hand, looked at the funny guy in front of him speechlessly. He knew Auberdine; they were brothers from Quarryton and he was one year older than Auberdine. However, Auberdine's brain was very stiff. He had been a soldier for four years, but he was still just a servant soldier. In the past, Auberdine used to doubt whether Auberdine was really that stupid, but now, there was no longer any doubt. Locke felt that Auberdine was a problematic person.

Why did he run when he saw me? Locke rubbed his face awkwardly. Was he excited? Angelina, who was next to him, couldn't help but laugh. She was the only one who understood now. Auberdine probably thought that Locke was long dead. Now that the two of them were dressed in animal skins, it was no wonder that he was scared.

"Let's go! Let's enter the camp! "Locke took Angelina's hand and strode into the camp.

Locke didn't expect that the first Faustian unit he saw after coming out of the Bering Mountains would be his own. He and Angelina were heading northeast from the Bering Mountains, and they had passed through some villages along the way. Locke and Angelina did know that this was the area behind Entil. Could it be that Falcon had really fought their way here in just a month?

Since it was his own unit, Locke wasn't in a hurry to take Angelina to Kenzir. With the protection of Cardoj's troops and the support of a strong person like Wyr, Locke was confident that even if the previous group of Blood Red soldiers came again, they wouldn't be able to get away with it.

Angelina was also very curious about Locke's unit, so she accepted Locke's suggestion and went to his camp to have a look.

It was a good thing that Aubendine wasn't the only one standing guard at the entrance of the barracks. When the soldiers on the watchtower saw Aubendine run back to the barracks in fright, they thought that the enemy had attacked the barracks. Just as they were about to blow the alarm, two people approached the barracks. They were so startled that the whistles in their mouths fell off the watchtower, and no one noticed.

There were only two types of soldiers on duty at the arrow tower: scouts and archers. Soldiers of these two positions had one thing in common: they had good eyesight. They might not be able to see through a willow tree from a hundred meters away, but it was easy for them to see a person's face from a hundred meters away. Locke's hair had been cleaned several times before he went down the mountain. Of course, it wasn't to the extent that it covered his face.

But seeing clearly was one thing, and what kind of reaction was another. Auberdine was terrified when he saw Locke's face, as if he had seen a ghost.

Fortunately, there were very few boorish men like Auberdine in this world. Although the soldiers on the arrow tower couldn't believe their eyes, they didn't do anything out of line. They just stared blankly at Locke, who was holding Angelina's hand.

Looking at the soldiers on the arrow tower staring at him, Locke wondered if his clothes were too eye-catching. After all, it was pieced together from a pile of messy animal fur. It wasn't as handsome as the armour he used to wear. However, Locke still had the composure that he had cultivated as a platoon jarl. He calmly nodded at the group of dumbfounded soldiers as a way of expressing his approval for them to stick to their posts.

Auberdine's startled run back to the camp caused quite a commotion. After all, such good weather was the time for most soldiers to rest. In fact, for the past month, everyone in the camp had lived like this: eat, sleep, sleep, and eat.

Everyone who was woken up by Auberdine ran out of the tent impatiently, ready to teach this ignorant fellow a lesson. Auberdine was sent to the gate of the garrison camp in the middle of the day, which had something to do with his terrible interpersonal skills.

But just as everyone was about to curse out loud or get ready to teach this dreamy fellow a lesson, they swallowed their words when they saw Locke walking into the camp behind Auberdine. The person who tried to hit Auberdine was even more shocked. His raised hand trembled in the air for a long time, unable to come down.

Instead, they stared at the person behind Auberdine with their eyes wide open and mouths agape.

"What's wrong? Why are all of you so excited to see me? " Perhaps the atmosphere around him was too strange, but Locke broke out in a cold sweat. What was wrong with his brothers? He had no choice but to make a cold joke.

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Silence, silence, silence. What followed was the excited roar of everyone who saw Locke in the camp.

Cardoj was worrying about something in his tent. He thought about the history of his family's rise. Cardoj's ancestors were from the army, and his grandfather was a poor man who was even worse than a commoner for the first half of his life. He also made a living in the fields for half of his life. A war with a neighboring country suddenly broke out, and his grandfather was forced to join the army. However, this man who studied the land for half of his life had great strength even though he had not undergone any training. As he survived one battle after another, he accumulated more and more military achievements. In the end, Faustian won. This inconspicuous duchy with only two provinces became the Kingdom of Faustian with four provinces after annexing a neighbouring country. After the first king of Faustian obtained a large piece of unclaimed land, he rewarded a large group of outstanding soldiers with noble titles.

At that time, Cardoj's grandfather, who was the jarl of Falcon's second brigade, was conferred the title of baron and given the surname Cardoj. However, perhaps because of his uncouth background, Cardoj wasn't aware of the filth among the nobles when it came to the location of his fief. Without giving any indication to the upper nobles, his fief was given to the southwest of the southern province of Dor. There were no fertile farmlands or rivers here, only barren land and rolling hills. The only good thing about his fief was that it was very large. A baron's fief was almost as large as a viscount's fief or a count's fief.

After that, the barons of Cardoj were much stronger than their first ancestor. Because they were a military family, Cardoj's fief lacked everything but powerful soldiers and commanders. They led the soldiers to destroy the major monsters and wild beasts that harassed the civilians, and attracted a large number of people to settle there with strict laws. Moreover, because Cardoj's fief often exterminated major monsters and wild beasts, they began to export magic crystals and furs. Merchants moved when they heard the news, and Cardoj's fief became more and more prosperous.

Cardoj was the fourth baron. He was even more outstanding than his ancestor. With the advantage of his family, he became in-laws with De Sandro, the deputy jarl of Falcon. He won the favour of a lady from De Sandro's family with his mature demeanor and humor. With the influence of his wife's family and his own efforts, Cardoj was on the verge of being promoted to a viscount. Coupled with the unprecedented war between the two countries, his golden title was already in the bag. How could such a thing have happened?

His strength had been greatly reduced. Not to mention improving himself, he would be glad if other vampire-like nobles didn't rob him of the fruits of his labor.

Now, he could only think of a solution from the economic side. Cardoj, who was thinking about the future of his family, was suddenly disturbed by a commotion in the camp. Although he was in a bad mood, he still behaved very calmly. He wanted to see what was wrong with these soldiers. He was very confident in his training of soldiers. Under normal circumstances, such violations of military discipline would not occur in the camp.

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