Rise In Calradia

　　 "Sir, Kulao is in front of you, the city of blacksmiths."

　　Fatis rode a military horse next to Byron, looking at the city shrouded in black smoke ahead, he couldn't help but feel a little bit emotional.

"I've never been to such a northern place, but I can recognize this city at a glance. There are no more blowers and chimneys in Calradia, and no city can be shrouded in black fog all year round. Below. The smoke blackened the city walls, and the ground was covered with dust. The steel here was transported to other countries, and in the workshops of other cities, blades and armor could join the battle."

　　Fatis didn't say much, but he seemed to have a different kind of sentiment towards Kurau. In fact, it is normal. Most of the armors and swords of the knights of the Swadia Kingdom are forged with Kulao's stainless steel.

　　 The aristocracy's love for Kuraogang is no less than a horse and a beauty.

　　 "Perhaps, sir, maybe steel is produced here, but there is always a smell here, and I feel choked every time I come here."

　　 But just when Fatis had a rare opinion, a rider suddenly came out from behind Byron and his team. As soon as the reins were loosened, the horse trot a few steps to their side.

　　 And the rider also took the initiative to salute Byron and Fatis, which is standard noble etiquette, although his attitude is a bit arrogant.

　　Fatis frowned and put his hand on the hilt of the sword. Obviously he didn't like someone so abruptly breaking into his conversation with Byron, especially such a stranger.

　　 "Remember to remind me to clean up the guy in charge of the queen."

　　Byron also glanced at Bandak, who was following him on a traveling horse, and revealed a little dissatisfaction in his tone, and Bandak nodded indifferently.

　　 "Oh, hello, sir."

　　 But at this moment, Fatis saw the pattern carved on the neckline and sword hilt of the opponent's clothes. Although he was a little unhappy, he still saluted in accordance with the Swadian tradition, and the opponent also returned the gift in the way of Vecya.

　　 "It seems that your Excellency is also a nobleman, dare to ask your identity—"

　　 "It used to be."

　　 When the other party raised interest, Fatis blocked him with a word.

　　 The strong brown-haired man shrugged, then turned his gaze on Byron.

　　 At this time Byron saw his looks and clothes clearly, the popular hairstyles of the youth of the Vijaya nobles, and the clothes he wore were also valuable, with some family decorations painted on them. Although Byron's first impression of him was not good, Byron must admit that his face was very handsome, not to mention that he was fascinated by the girl, at least Byron himself could not catch up.

　　 "You must be the leader of this team."

　　 "I'm glad you still noticed me."

　　 Byron is naturally a little dissatisfied with the other party's attitude, so there is a slight irony in his words.

　　 However, that noble boy didn't seem to care about Byron's words, but saluted again, as if he had seen his superiors.

　　 "My name is Eleon, the eldest son of XXX Knight."

　　 "Very well, Mr. Eleon, but I am not a knight, nor a nobleman."

　　 If it is another noble child, Byron will not waste time, but the name Eleon is also a hero in the riding and slashing game, so he has to pay attention.

　　 "I know, sir, I'm here to find a job."

　　 Eleon smiled, holding the reins in his hand, his waist straight, and his head raised unconsciously.

　　 "It's interesting, but why?"

　　 Byron, who understands the content of the game, probably knows his purpose and his background, but if he doesn’t ask to understand, he can’t be completely relieved, and the other party won’t believe in himself so easily.

　　 "I wonder if you can have the next drink?"

　　 Eleon asked with a smile.

　　 "Why not?"

　　 Byron nodded and asked him to enter the city with himself and Fatis, and the other party accepted it with pleasure.

　　 But Byron found out that although Eleon was talking loudly all the way, his eyes always swept to the back of the team, to the carriage where Jamila was sitting. And Yamila also responded politely to each other's greetings, but the communication between the two people ten meters away did not break.

　　 "If this pair of CPs can be matched in reality, I don't know what the result will be."

　　 Byron thinks so.

　　 Byron did not directly purchase the goods he needed this time. He gave the job to Fattis and Jamila. Although the former did not know how to smelt, he could distinguish good iron for making weapons and armor. The latter is good at bargaining and purchasing, which can save Byron a sum of money.

　　 Bandak led the team to find a place to settle down. Thirty people can't be settled by any Chase shop in any tavern.

　　 Byron, he took John and two other caravan escorts to the tavern with Eleon. The three of them sat not far from Byron, just in case.

"I am the first heir to my father, but my stepmother, which vicious-hearted woman poisoned my heroic father and asked me to send it over. After my father died, she took the initiative to treat him in front of doctors and bachelors. The food was given to the dog, and the dog died. I couldn’t prove my innocence, so my property belonged to the vicious woman and his son. May God punish her and curse her, but I can be sure, although the nobles The court lacked evidence to convict me, but I will definitely not be able to go home."

　　 Eleon carried the red wine and narrated his past. He was obviously unhappy, but he was not as painful as Fatis.

"I found several famous mercenary teams, but they were unwilling to accept me as a noble child who was suspected of killing his father. Some people urinated in front of me and mocked me! I cut off one of the ears of one of them. After that, the large domestic mercenary teams are not willing to accept me. They are really sad, and it is their sadness to lose a young nobleman like me in the team."

　　 When Eleon said this, he leaned back on the chair, and an indescribable ironic expression flashed across his face.

　　 "So I thought, maybe a team from abroad can find a decent job. So I inquired about it when I was in Zivadin. It seems that your team has been recruiting people, but it doesn't seem to be going well."

"Indeed, if you want to get a job from me, then you have found the right person. I can see that you know swords well, and swords are also good swords. We really need a good warrior, whether he is the son of a knight, Still a pickpocket on the street, as long as he has the ability, I am willing to accept him and give him the respect he deserves."

　　Byron also learned the posture of Eleon, and he deliberately assumed the posture of the nobleman he had seen, but he did not learn very well. But for heroes with aristocratic background like Eleon, this attitude is still very necessary. Even if it is the manner of a nouveau riche, don't let the nobles associate you with the gangsters and helpers on the street.

　　 Upstarts have at least the capital needed by the nobles, but ordinary civilians have no value to them, and they don't care much.

　　 "Thank you, great-human."

　　 Eleon nodded in thanks.

　　 "You don't have to call me an adult, I am not a nobleman."

"Perhaps you will be in the future? Regardless of him, I will not be loyal like a commoner, so I can only assume that you are a nobleman. Well... I think about it, maybe assuming a lord will make me more valuable. "

　　 "Very interesting hypothesis."

　　 Byron laughed, indeed amused by the jokes of this somewhat conceited young nobleman.

"However, Captain, I hope everyone in the team can respect me. You must know that although I have lost the right to inheritance, I am still a nobleman. It seems that you already have a noble child in your team. This makes me treat you The evaluation is higher, but I am therefore more certain that I need to be respected as a nobleman."

　　 "Of course, no problem. Although you don't have a title yet, I can assume that you are a knight, right, Ge-xia."

　　 This time Eleon also smiled, and smiled happily.

"By the way, Captain, can I ask about my salary? If it is possible, I hope to advance part of it. My clothes will get dirty and my coat is a bit dirty. I need to buy a spare one. Yes, otherwise I would be no different from those civilians."

　　 Eleon made a request to Byron like in the game, and a request by Byron seemed ridiculous. But Byron would still agree to him, because in terms of combat effectiveness, Eleon was no worse than Fatis except for horsemanship, and knew how to fight.

"Take it, there are 200 dinars here, not included in the salary, it is a little gift for me. 10 dinars per week, although not much, but enough for you to live a decent life. Don't worry, in the team I will not let you excellent fighters have worse accommodation and food than mine."

　　 Byron took out a part of the money he was carrying and gave it to Eleon, and the other party also accepted it with a surprised expression.

　　 "I have to admit, sir, you are more generous than my father. If he is still alive, I should really introduce you to him. You are more generous than many people I have met."

　　 But Eleon still pushed half of the money back to Byron.

　　 "But I have a lot of things myself. The money is very enough to prepare clothes. I will use my ability to earn the rest."

　　 "Welcome, Eleon."

　　Byron is relieved, he is sure that he has made a good impression on Elaine.

　　 However, there are still some doubts in his mind, but it is not about Eleon himself. After a few drinks, he also asked directly.

　　 "By the way, Elaine, the city was very smelly when you entered the city before, although the thick smoke is indeed unpleasant, but this should not be what you want to say."

　　 "Yes, good sir, you know, there are thousands of people who make iron in Kurau, but not everyone is qualified to be a blacksmith."

"Oh?"