When Rod and Atsk arrived, the battle had already ended for a long time. When they came, they saw only a string of red-feathered eagles with clean bird feathers being roasted on the fire pit. Miss Caroline was rubbing hands and watching chef Cyril sprinkle with seasoning powder in admiration.

"What do you want to see? You have to eat dog meat by yourself. Remember that you are not allowed to touch the forest dog that Caroline likes."

Cyril seemed to notice the gaze of the crowd being caught by the fragrance, and turned around and cursed. Rhodes also randomly disbanded the team, and then sat next to the fire pit with Atsk.

Atsk noticed that on the flat ground not far from the fire pit, several pieces of equipment were drying - cleaned light armor and long swords. He walked up to see, and after a moment he exclaimed:

"Is this... O'Saint Emma's sword?"

He reached out and weighed it, and the weight was more than his familiar La Rochelle sword, and the complicated patterns on his guards further confirmed this.

"Lord, are you facing a team of patrol soldiers of Osaint Emma?"

"Not a patrolman." Cyril shook his head, "The configuration of the Osaint Emma patrol team should be three rangers and two wanderers, plus two light armored warriors. There is a mage and a beast master in their team, and the rest are their guards."

The beast master is the first to shoot when Memphira first met, while the mage was killed by Cyril sneaking back assassination.

This was a very strange team configuration, and for this reason Cyril and his friends specially carried the bodies out of the forest and placed them on the flat ground not far away.

Cyril had observed the equipment of the beast master and the mage. They did not have obvious noble family brilliance, nor did they see the unique logo of the legion. However, if they had such a configuration, they would not be too ordinary.

"This is..." Atsk stepped forward to identify it, and finally found a clue from the guards' long swords. "Lord, if I guess correctly, this should be the sword of the Seventh Army of Osaint Emma. Their guards have the elements of fishtails, which are the characteristics that only the Seventh Army stationed in the Adelaide Sea will have."

Cyril nodded slightly, but he didn't know much about this - the Osaint Emma he was familiar with was Osaint Emma a few years later. Unless he was famous generals, he wouldn't really say anything.

However, Atsk's words made him alert: "The Seventh Army stationed in the Adlai Sea? Then the distance they crossed is long enough."

This distance almost spans most of Amasil, and we also have to consider crossing the jungle...

"Not necessarily, the area under which the Seventh Army of O'Saint Emma is responsible is from the Adelaide Sea, plus a large part of the forest border, and it may be the army divisions in the north that entered the forest." Atsk said in a deep voice, "But no matter what, this shows that the horse bandits are right."

This made Cyril's heart sink again - he had no experience in reserves. According to the current situation, O'Saint Emma undoubtedly reached a certain agreement with a certain elves, and would even attend the Fengfeng Festival, otherwise they would not be able to drive the monsters in the area close to Amasil.

"It seems we have to make more preparations." Cyril took a deep breath. "These soldiers' performance against the Mori Dogs can be said to be good, but unfortunately the Red Feather Eagle was taken away by Memphira, so they could only go back and practice more."

"We still have to bring these soldiers to the Fengfu Festival?" Ask Ask.

"Take it, of course, the difference is that there is one more object that shows the size of a fist. It is not easy to make the fist bigger than the O'St. Emma people - although I don't think the O'St. Emma people dare to bring a lot of soldiers into the forest." Cyrill pondered, "After going back, I say to the Boyle Chamber of Commerce, let them acquire a batch of better-quality weapons and prepare to dress up the recruits."

"Change dress now?"

"Of course, if you don't have enough strength, you have to rely on equipment to make up for it."

"But those leather armors are too ugly..." Atsk curled his lips. He saw that the lord was thinking of "a man leaning on clothes and a horse leaning on his saddle". Before there was a formal collision, at least make the helmet bright and the armor bright enough to bluff people.

But the problem is that the leather armor they are wearing is easy to use, but they really can't show off to meet people...

"People who know the goods will naturally recognize that this is the outer skin of the petrified giant lizard." Cyrill smiled, "High-end materials often only require simple processing, so in the eyes of outsiders, we are a group..."

"upstart?"

"Yes." Cyril waved his sword and chopped off the big bird's legs of a red feathered eagle. It was almost as long as Caroline's arm, and handed it to Caroline's hand. The little girl was not afraid of being hot, so she started to bite her head and made a whimpering sound, like an orange cat eating.

He continued to divide the other parts of the Red Feather Eagle to everyone beside the fire pit, and finally stuffed a piece of fat, golden and crispy meat roasted into his mouth, and said slowly: "And it's an ambitious nouveau riche."

He smiled: "It would be better to say that having so many petrified giant lizard skins makes his fists look hard enough."

Atsk's eyes lit up and finally figured out what Cyril was playing: "I understand. Next I will ask O'Connor, Leonardo and Schell to strengthen their training for the soldiers. Well... it's better to take more big sword warriors to participate in the Mufeng Festival, right?"

"Of course." Cyril nodded.

His idea was very simple. As mentioned before, he wanted to show off his power at the Fengfeng Festival, so that Duke Amasil could feel a certain threat, and then report to Solconan, so that Solconan could take certain countermeasures.

But now some corrections have been made - they want to pretend to be a group of nouveau riche, ambitious nouveau riche, and they are reckless enough to slash people with a reckless word.

The nouveau riche will make the enemy look down on himself, but as long as the fist is strong enough, it will make people feel that these nouveau riche are really strong enough, and then turn the despise into importance-

They quickly finished sharing the two red feather eagles and installed the remaining red feather eagles. These monsters that were originally intended to practice for the soldiers became Memphira's dead souls, and they were also considered to be considered as radiant and hot. The red feather eagles themselves have the fleshy elements of fire that can enhance the body's activity to a certain extent, and they can make soup for the soldiers to drink afterwards.

The team quickly reorganized the troops. In addition to the corpse of the Dog, there was also a prisoner of Osaint Emma - Cyril had no intention of interrogating him while eating.

But taking back to Silicia is another matter.
Chapter completed!