I am the son of the traveler

Chapter 180 Celebration
After defeating Viscount Gower, Viscount Dunla did not let his subordinates take advantage of the victory to pursue, but asked the peasants and soldiers to clean up the battlefield and search all the corpses left by the Gower army. Soldiers, and according to the number of heads they killed, additional silver coins were rewarded in advance.

Those enemy cavalrymen who died in battle became the fat meat that the farmers and soldiers were eager to see. They swarmed up, like a group of ants, stripped off all the armor and clothes from the dead cavalrymen, and took the valuables found from them. If the gadgets are taken away, we don't know if anyone among them hides their secrets, but even if they hide their secrets, as long as they are not discovered, they will not be punished.

In addition, no one cares whether the armor that suddenly appeared on Antigonus and the horse under his crotch belonged to him. At this time, he was already a hero in the entire army, and even Gaskell, the Viscount of Dunla, treated him with respect. He was kind to Yan Ruise, vaguely intending to hire him as an inner palace knight, and Brook, who has always admired warriors, treated him very well. The nobleman who took the lead in the charge patted Antigonus's chest with his leather gloved hand Shoulders, the words of praise in his mouth are endless.

It was naturally impossible for Antigonus to become Gaskell's inner knight. He knew this very well. He launched a charge from behind against the battle group just to rescue Morse and his son. Now that they are both safe and sound, that's all. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The peasants and soldiers dragged the dead horses back to the camp. That night, with the approval of Viscount Gaskell, the Dunla soldiers held a bonfire party in the camp to celebrate the victory. Dedicated to Viscount Gaskell, in the eyes of Cattelan people, the internal organs of animals are very precious, and only nobles are eligible to enjoy them.Ordinary soldiers can only eat large pieces of horse meat rolling in an iron pot. In addition to horse meat, this pot of broth also contains peas, radishes, apples, onions, etc., and the condiments are only It was just the simplest salt, but even so, these soldiers who hardly had meat on weekdays still ate very happily.

In the wooden tent, Viscount Gaskell took off his expensive chain mail and put on a white coarse cloth tunic. He sat cross-legged behind a low wooden table, and on top of the wooden table stood There was a stack of wooden plates full of viscera, and beside him, Antigonus and Brooke sat on the floor respectively, and barbecue and broth were also placed on the table in front of them.

Oh, and of course the requisite fine wine.

It is said to be good wine, but it is not true for Antigonus, because the wine drunk by the Catalans is basically brewed with wheat, not to mention the low alcohol content, and the taste is still astringent, compared to the Greeks who drink it as a drink. As far as wine is concerned, it is really not on the table.And in this country, wine is naturally available, but it is divided into two types, one is locally produced, and the other is imported from the Kingdom of Macedonia. label, so it has become a special drink for Cattelan nobles.

Sitting on the main seat, Viscount Gaskell raised his expensive silver wine glass and said to Antigonus who was sitting below: "Your Excellency Antigonus, I really admire your bravery. Come, let me respect you!" You drink."

Antigonus, who was about to taste the barbecue, quickly put down his fork, picked up the wooden wine glass on the table, and raised it, saying, "It's my honor, Lord Viscount."

After finishing speaking, the two clinked glasses empty-handedly, and drank the wine in the glasses in one gulp.

Smacking the wine in his mouth, Antico was a little disgusted with this poor-quality wheat wine, but his face remained calm. After putting down the glass, he took back the fork, forked a piece of grilled meat, and put it on the table. into the mouth.

The taste of the barbecue is not very good, Antico has already expected that the meat roasted by the peasants and soldiers is only seasoned with salt, and the heat is not well controlled when roasting, so it tastes fishy, ​​and it is difficult to eat. Chewing, he chewed for a long time before swallowing the unrotten meat.

At this moment, Viscount Gaskell continued to speak again, and he said, "Then, Your Excellency Antigonus, I heard that you are from the city of Pella in the Kingdom of Macedonia?"

"Yes, Lord Viscount." Antigonus nodded and replied.

Hearing Antigonus admit it himself, the thought of Viscount Gaskell wanting to hire him as a knight in the palace faded a lot, not because of his foreign status, but because Macedonians from Pella City are generally Merchants or caravan guards, there are very few mercenaries who are forced to run around for a living. Looking at Antigonus's age and the robes he is wearing, Viscount Gaskell can tell at a glance that his background is at least a merchant. family.

"I'm curious how you came here from the Kingdom of Macedonia." Brook interjected, causing both of them to turn their heads to look at him.

"My caravan was attacked by a group of bandits while passing through the Trollope Territory. My companions basically died at their hands. Only I snatched a pack horse and escaped during the chaos." Antico said calmly, "Later, I met a villager from Tokov Village named Beverly. She took me to her house to stay temporarily. I originally decided to go to Siraya the next day, but I stopped before I left. was called in."

Gaskell caught the important information in his words and asked: "Siraya? Do you have any companions there?"

"It's very likely there." Antigon didn't dare to talk too much, so he could only answer vaguely, because he couldn't be sure that the spies from the foreign battalion would set up a station in a town under the rule of the Viscount.

I have been swearing to say this to Beverly before, just to make them accept me to live in faster.Antigonus was planning that if he couldn't find anyone in Siraya, it would depend on his luck to find a caravan headed to the capital of Burlap, and squeeze with them and walk together.

It is impossible to go back to Crude Sai directly, and you have to go through Trollope, who gave Antigon bad memories. I haven't been able to go back for a long time. Instead of doing this, I might as well go directly to Bulllap. At least the road leading to the north will have better security than here.

"What if you don't find your companion?" Gaskell asked with concern.

"Then I can only go to Bulllap." Antigonus smiled and replied.

Gaskell was silent for a while before continuing: "If you need it, you can ask me for help, and I will try my best to help you find your companion."

Hearing his words, Antigonus seemed a little surprised, but still accepted it gladly, stood up, saluted, and thanked the Viscount.

Gaskell didn't want to do charity either, he was looking at Antigonus's identity as a businessman (although Antigonus didn't say it explicitly, but he automatically substituted it in), his idea was very simple, he was in Antigonus Help him return to his hometown when he is down and out, and he will definitely repay himself when he gets out of the predicament. At that time, he will be able to buy goods from the Kingdom of Macedonia at a low price, or go further, relying on the strength of Macedonian merchants to make himself territory became richer.

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Antigonus didn't stay in the camp for a long time, he found an excuse and came out, he looked at the very lively camp, everyone was chewing a piece of barbecue with their hands, because Viscount Gaskell The drinking restrictions were lifted, so in addition to eating meat, they also let go of drinking alcohol that they rarely drink.Because Dunla Ling's economy is not high, the wheat produced is basically eaten, and there is no surplus to make wine, so they can only buy wine from passing merchants if they want to drink.

Because of this, ordinary peasants in the Kingdom of Catalan rarely have a good drinker. These peasants and soldiers will turn red after drinking a little wine, behave dissolutely, and make loud noises, making Antigonus frown—if at this time there is The enemy came to make a surprise attack. They probably died suddenly on the spot, and they didn't even have the ability to fight back.

Thinking of this in his heart, Antigonus walked towards the outskirts of the camp, wanting to see if the sentries were sticking to their posts. Although he was not an officer of this army, if they were attacked, he would also be affected.

Passing through the noisy crowd, Antigonus walked to the outskirts of the brightly lit campsite, which was symbolically surrounded by a low wooden fence. He looked around, but found no sentries. Needless to say, They must have also run to join in the fun!

This can't be blamed on their lack of safety awareness. The main reason is that they all believe that Viscount Gore is unlikely to fight back after being defeated, so everyone is slack and just wait for Viscount Gore to send someone to sue for peace. Finished his service with his spoils and returned home safely.

Antigonus glanced at the dark night outside the wooden fence, and thought about it, just in case, it would be better to go back to his camp and put on that set of armor. The soldiers with wooden bowls surrounded them one after another, clamoring for Antigonus to have a drink with them. Naturally, Antigonus had no patience to deal with them, so he ran out of the crowd with oil on his feet and let those who drank The drunken soldier still stayed where he was, looking for Antigonus.

After finally returning to his tent, Antigon found that Dean hadn't gone out to drink with those people, so he asked curiously, "Dean, why didn't you go to their carnival?"

"I don't want to go." Dean glanced at Antico, waved his hand and replied, and after a few seconds, he seemed to remember something, and asked again, "Why are you back, Antico?"

"Same as you." Antigonus smiled and replied, then picked up his blood-stained chain mail and put it on his body.

Seeing Antiko's movements, Dean stood up, looking a little nervous, and asked, "Why are you wearing armor? Is there an enemy coming?"

"No, no enemy is coming." Antigonus knew that he would ask this question, and he replied unhurriedly while wearing a chain mail: "The sentinels are all running to drink, I'd better get ready for safety's sake." Bar."

Hearing that the sentinels were gone, Dean also felt a little dangerous, so he hurriedly went to find his saber, and when he came out with the sword, Antigonus had already put on his chain mail and put on another The robe serves as a cover.

When he saw the weapon in Dean's hand, he was taken aback, and asked, "What are you doing with the weapon?"

"Same as you, just in case," Dean replied.

"Can……"

Antigonus opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, he felt the ground vibrate slightly. He quickly swallowed the words that came to his mouth, lying on the ground with a stern face, and put his ear to the ground, trying hard to distinguish the sound.

Listening, the expression on his face became more and more ugly, the whole person bounced up suddenly, and said to Dean: "It's cavalry, there are cavalry coming here!"

"Cavalry? Did you hear me right?" Dean asked back, not believing Antigonus' words.

Seeing that he didn't believe in himself, Antigonus wasn't going to talk nonsense with him. The people in this camp were basically drunk. If there were really cavalrymen fighting over, it would be a catastrophic massacre!

In order to prevent himself from becoming a wronged soul under the butcher's knife, Antico picked up his personal belongings and ran away.Looking at Antico's movements, Dean also sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly followed, saying, "We must notify the people in the camp."

"Do you think they will listen to you?" Antigonus asked without stopping, pointing at the bunch of drunks.

Dean was so choked by his words that he couldn't speak, but he didn't give up on this idea, and continued: "Then I'll call Uncle Tennyson, he shouldn't be drunk."

Hearing what he said, Antigonus remembered Morse and his son, stopped, and said to Dean, "I'll go with you, and I'll also inform two people."

After all, the two walked into the noisy crowd together, and Antigonus saw Tuttle holding a charred horse leg at a glance, walked towards him quickly, pulled him away, and was suddenly caught Tuttle was about to curse impatiently, but when he saw that it was Antigonus, he asked, "What's wrong with Antigonus?"

"Call your father, we have to go now." Antigonus lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.

"Ah?" Tuttle looked confused and didn't give him any further explanations. Antigonus continued: "If you want to survive, just listen to me and call your father. We are going to leave here immediately."

Tuttle wanted to ask the reason, but when he saw the serious expression on Antigonus's face, he swallowed, swallowed the question back, ran to another pile of people, and asked Old Moore, who was still bragging, Slen dragged and pulled it out forcefully.

Morse, who was suddenly interrupted, was very upset. He was cursing as he walked, asking Tuttle to give him a reason. Antigonus didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with this drunk, so Tuttle told him to give him a reason. The father took it, and the three of them ran to the place where the horse was tied.

Antigonus didn't know that Gaskell, who was standing in front of the camp not far away, had a panoramic view of his movements, but the nobleman didn't know what Antigonus' purpose was, and his red face had Strong doubts.

(End of this chapter)