Amber Sword
Chapter 137: Act 3 Frey’s Knight Order_2

Chapter 137: Act 3 Frey’s Knight Order_2

Frey did not understand the thoughts of the mercenaries, and naturally felt a burst of nervousness: "My request is actually very simple, just to escape here alive. Since you chose to stay and believe in me, I hope you will... follow my command and obey orders; otherwise, this agreement will basically be meaningless. So I know it’s a bit presumptuous to say this, but I still insist—if you feel it is unacceptable, I won’t force it."

"Of course, that’s the most basic." The mercenaries replied, though while they said that, it did not necessarily mean they would carry out suicidal orders. However, agreeing first was always the safest bet.

"And what can you do for us?"

"I don’t know, but at least I can stand and fight alongside you. In battle, we are comrades fighting side by side. I think... this will not change because of our agreement." Frey thought for a moment and answered.

"Those words are enough, as long as you can do it. At least we will recognize you, young girl!" Mano replied from the side, to which two or three others nodded in agreement. But some still chose to leave. In the end, a total of seventeen people remained, besides Reto and Su, and Mano and his three loyal followers. The rest were lone wolves who decided that it was better to join the group than to act alone, so they ultimately chose to stay. This number was far beyond Frey’s expectations.

Because she initially had no expectations. In fact, having just Su stay would have been fortunate, and now, it was luckier than the luckiest.

And while they were discussing, the news of Madara’s army entering the city had already spread from the west, causing a stir among the people in the streets. Seeing the situation, Reto immediately called everyone to follow him to the bar to get food. Naturally, at this time, they should take as much as they could; otherwise, when people came to their senses, the streets would become chaotic.

That’s the difference between mercenaries and Frey’s militia. Experienced soldiers always think about logistics first, not other aspects.

"What shall we do next, Commander Miss Frey?" The old mercenary Mano asked on the side.

"Don’t call me commander, I’m no different from you." Frey’s face turned crimson. Her earlier speech had left her almost breathless with nervousness. Even now, she couldn’t believe that she had the courage to say such things in front of a group of seasoned warriors.

Thinking back, it all seemed like a dream.

But in her heart, a voice told her that she could do it. She would find a way to help Brand, rather than just being a burden by his side. The ponytailed girl took a deep breath to relax, staring distractedly at the blazing light from the west gate. Suddenly remembering something, she asked, "Can you ride a horse?"

"Of course, who wouldn’t be able to?"

"Then we will go steal horses in a while." Frey answered.

"Steal horses?"

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"Steal horses?" The young girl fiddled with a silver spoon, curiously asking.

"In Ridenburg, there is a mule and horse market where nobles trade warhorses and also sell servants and slaves; it’s an open secret. In fact, when the old minister went to the Buqi region, they voluntarily delivered this news." Overwell replied.

"These audacious fellows." The Princess calmly put down her teacup.

"But how did that girl know this?" she asked again.

"It is related to her background. Back then, our people left three-year-old her at Ridenburg’s mule and horse market. She may not remember much from before she was three, but she should have a strong impression of that place."

"You all are truly heartless, leaving a three-year-old girl alone in a strange place?"

"We had no other choice. That upheaval affected too many, even taking Everton’s wife. Besides, we made thorough arrangements."

"Can she ride?"

"How could anyone from the Everton family not know how to ride? We arranged for her to be adopted by an elite knight of the Silver Winged Army. But why did they move out of Ridenburg to such a remote place like Buqi, we still don’t know."

"Did she succeed?" Although knowing Overwell’s answer would surely mean Frey succeeded, the Princess could not help but ask.

Externally mature, internally she was still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

"Of course, as I mentioned before, the nobles were all distracted by that young man. The market’s inner area had little defense, so they succeeded easily. The mercenaries with her also had considerable skills, at least comparable to the ordinary soldiers of the kingdom’s frontline troops." Overwell described with some excitement.

The girl nodded.

Unlike other corps, frontline corps such as the Forbidden Guard, Silver Winged Army, West Faha Eleventh Cavalry Regiment, and Anlico Flintlock Gun Team of Erune Kingdom still generally maintained their old honor and combat power. The combat prowess of their ordinary soldiers remained at Black Iron Lower (3-7 Oz), not comparable to the degraded second-line corps like the White Mane Legion and Black Blade Legion.

And as for the standard corps, since the year of the Cave Beast, their combat power barely differed from that of noble private soldiers.

Therefore, with Overwell’s description, the Half-Elf Princess instantly understood the strength of the mercenaries with Frey.

She thought for a moment, then asked, "And then?"

"Then comes the most exciting part, Miss Frey leading her knights and reuniting with that miraculous young man, unleashing havoc within the Madara army." Even Overwell, typically reserved, couldn’t help but get excited talking about rampaging through enemy forces, as any Royalist would.

"That miraculous young man," the Princess said.

Overwell coughed twice, realizing his slip.

But the girl seemed not to mind. She checked the time and said, "I still have some time, Lord Overwell, please continue with the next section of the story."

"It would be an honor."

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