I have a shelter

After the solemn ceremony, the crowd in the church gradually dispersed, and Martin sat alone in the first row.

A figure walked down the steps and sat next to Martin. His eyes stared at the light of dawn, silent.

"Boss"

"Yeah."

After a long silence, Martin took out three blood-stained letters from his arms, slowly placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of George.

George looked at the three letters. The handwriting on the envelopes had been covered by blood, and the wax was either squeezed and deformed, or had been torn. But he could still recognize where they should come from from the style.

One of them was inlaid with gold wire, and the pattern of roses was faintly outlined. The pattern was bright red in the blood.

Although the other two looked simple, such envelopes were definitely not affordable for ordinary people. And this size and style should have been sent to somewhere by the "Ferryman" flying thousands of miles away - either from the east or the south.

Martin said slowly: "The messenger from Bianhe should have delivered these letters to the territory two weeks ago, but the caravan the messenger was in was attacked by werewolves. I found the mailbox when checking the relics, and habitually flipped through it, and found that these three letters should be for you."

George looked at the three letters, slowly identified the wax on the letters, and looked at the seal, and roughly guessed what happened.

The two letters should have been sent from the Duke to Black Pearl Manor. One of them should be the Duke's handwritten letter, which should have been opened. I don't know why Elizabeth sent it here again. The other one should be written by Gale. It should be sent directly to Bianhe Town by the Ferry (Johannes does not have the Ferry's "beacon" yet).

The last one naturally belongs to Elizabeth.

After the three letters arrived at Bianhe, when they detoured to Nanshan, the messenger team was attacked by werewolves and finally arrived at the shelter two weeks late.

"These werewolves should have always lived in Nanshan." Martin's expression was calm, but his eyes were always looking forward without moving: "Before, residents from all over the country rarely went out, and there were enough monsters and beasts in the mountains for them to hunt. So occasionally, the territory near Nanshan was attacked, and it was impossible to tell who the attackers in the fog were - everyone who saw it was dead."

George nodded, and he understood why there were always few monsters in Nanshan, but many ghosts.

Martin continued, "But now the entire eastern part of the valley is calm. It's no longer monsters that are active in the mountains, but humans. So caravans often disappear in Nanshan. It wasn't until I investigated the nest that I realized there were more than one caravan. The funny thing is that I had always thought that those people got lost in the mountains and encountered the remnants of the devil. But in fact, the other creatures had been killed by werewolves. The only monsters in Nanshan are those werewolves."

"Boss." Martin turned his head and looked at his lord: "In other words, Nanshan is now completely peaceful. The warriors have completed their mission."

"How many werewolves are there in that nest?" George asked. Martin and his team went there specially yesterday and collected the bodies of the warriors. It is said that Martin and his team searched around the nest later, but found that all the werewolves entrenched there were dead.

"Forty-eight." Martin said, "No more, no less, all are here."

George raised his head and looked at the thirty-six coffins placed on the steps and the forty-eight heads impaled on spears. The fierceness of the battle seemed to be witnessed by him at this moment.

They completed an impossible task!!

He still replayed in his mind the scene of the two giant wolves carrying the bodies of three soldiers holding tattered flags back to the territory yesterday.

The flag fluttered in the wind in the snow.

Forty-eight werewolf heads were tied to the rope and dragged on the giant wolf's tail. Two soldiers without flags, one holding a mailbox and the other holding the tied rags.

These rags, which were completely stained with blood and torn into strips, were torn from the cloaks one by one. They should have belonged to 33 people. But on the road, with the death of the seriously injured, most of them were blown away on the road.

"Wayne Wayne and the others..." Martin gritted his teeth, tears and snot flowed into his teeth, and he held a few bloody rags tightly in his hands: "Their lifelong wish is to be able to wear red robes. Now they have finally got what they want!"

George knew that Martin was referring to the blood-stained cloak.

The color is more dazzling than the red robes of the knights!

"Martin, the hero's red robe needs to be given by anyone!" George stood up and said, "Because the moment they stepped into the nest. They have become heroes."

George never thought that there would be heroes who would end up here before the 'Hall of Valor' was built. He never thought that the legion he planned would be marked with a number in advance by the light of dawn on this day:

[Soul of the Legion: Wolf Slayer]

[Mission must be accomplished: There is no holy object, and there is no dawn. The sergeant went deep into the dead and illuminated the darkness with his chest. They do not need to be led by heroes, because the moment they realized their mission, they were heroes. 】

[Death Wish: Even if the warriors fight to the last man, they will not retreat, because the warriors' fate is to die on the battlefield - the stories of the thirty-six sergeants and those legionnaires who will die in the future will be sung in the legion forever. ]

[Revenge: 1. Whenever a comrade dies in battle, the combat effectiveness of the legionnaires will increase (combat effectiveness will increase by 1% for every 1% loss, up to 30%); 2. When the sergeants of the Wolf Slayer Legion face certain specific monsters, the combat effectiveness will be directly increased to the maximum value (+30% combat effectiveness, currently: werewolves)]

[Tip: The parade grounds of the shelter can now also be hung with special items (relics, flags, trophies, etc. can be used as representatives). The things on the wall of deeds will affect every soldier (can increase the maximum combat effectiveness of the legionnaires). ]

The bodies of the soldiers were finally covered with red robes by George himself. They were placed in the small tomb temporarily renovated under the church. After the main hall deep below is built, they will be reburied to the place where they should belong.

Buried here with them were the knights who died in the great tomb.

They stood side by side!

After the funeral was over, George, Anthony and others returned to the castle and read the three letters.

George was most concerned about the two letters from Gail and the Duke.

The Duke's letter was actually written to Elizabeth. It was mainly to thank the contribution made to the valley - especially to thank Elizabeth and her knight named George.

The three barons were also mentioned, and they were not stingy with their praise.

However, these letters should have been three pages. But the last page was not put back into the envelope by Elizabeth.

After thinking for a while, George looked at the two pages again. Thinking about the Duke.

It is not difficult to imagine that the Duke, who is far away in the east, has fully understood what happened in Yongfeng City. And also guessed who was the leader - judging from the mention of George, the Duchess should have told him everything.

Or the "ears" left by the Duke in Yongfeng City wrote him everything in detail.

But judging from the words, the Duke didn't care about it. He seemed very cunning.

The letter also mentioned the food, which made George feel relieved.

However, only half of the food was sent - the batch sent by Yongfeng City was successfully transported to Bishui City, but the more peaceful food sent from the south to the east was intercepted.

But anyway, it was not in vain.

In addition to the food sent to the valley, other leaders of the caravan also sent a lot of food. Added together, it is enough to support for a while.

The letter also said that the war situation was very tense - it should be reported on the front line, not on the bad news, especially when writing to him in the rear. So saying these words shows that the situation is a bit bad.

However, the Holy See stationed in the south has already sent troops - it seems that some opinions in the south have been unified under the efforts of the Holy See.

As for Gale's letter, the content is slightly less.

It seems that this guy has safely withdrawn to his hometown after arriving in Bishui City. And on the way back, he took another long walk in the South.

He didn't mention much about the batch of food he sent. But from a few words, it's not difficult to associate the hardships along the way.

Although there are not so many monsters harassing on the waterway, it's probably not that peaceful along the way.

After all, you have to pass through many territories.

However, after this matter was successfully completed, the status of the valley leader of the "Mutual Aid Association" seemed to be a bit unusual.

I don't know if the resources and connections of the Mutual Aid Association are really that great, or if this guy has cheated something in the South.

In the letter, Gale mainly mentioned one thing-[Sir, I asked about the breath of the treasure in your territory. They are useless to you, but many people in the south are interested. You have to think about it. If the war in the east fails, then contacting the south will provide you with great help. If it's appropriate, I hope you can come to the South. ]

[With your eloquence and ability, you may be able to get the support of many kings and even the Church]

[If you are willing, I am willing to do my best to make this happen. I and the new friends I made should be able to provide a lot of help. 】

[Signature: Your dearest partner, I hope you and I can both prosper]

Seeing this, George looked at the seal on the letter again.

The seal was squeezed and blurred, but it was still slightly special - that style should be something that only nobles like the earl are qualified to use

"Who the hell is your partner, a profiteer?!" George's face was a little sour: "Anthony, look at this seal, this kid's title, where did he buy it from?"