Chapter 82 Death or Social Death

In Earl Black and Brown's tent, another earl belonging to the 5th Legion, Earl Stag, was sitting on the side of the fire, opposite Earl Black and Brown.

He brewed a cup of what looked like tea and asked, "Is it really okay for you to hand over the command of the infantry to that Rand?"

"Your command level is qualified, much better than most nobles. Why not do this?" The black-brown earl also brewed a cup of such liquid, took a sip, and said.

"But the people below don't seem to be convinced?"

"If you can't suppress it, then change people." The black and brown earl said indifferently. It was a good opportunity to test this Rand.

His subordinate Taner is quite capable. If he didn't look like a member of the Torch Church, he would have already started to poach him.

As for this Rand, from the previous question and answer session between him and the second prince in the general's tent, it could be seen that his level was quite good.

However, specific abilities still need to be tested further, and the important task of commanding a legion should be taken with caution.

Therefore, although it seems like child's play to hand it over to Rand now, it is actually just observation. If he does a good job, he will do it. If he does not do a good job, he will be replaced.

"Then why Rand?" the count asked again.

"Torch Church, can't you see it?" The black and brown earl didn't care and said, "Such a symbolic armor, whether painted black or white, can't disguise anything."

Moreover, one can tell at a glance whether the soldiers from Crescent Moon Territory have faith or not.

"Since the Torch Church wants to get a piece of the pie, then the commander they send over will definitely not be too bad. If they have talented people to use, why not do it?"

Earl Bucks was completely convinced. Indeed, such talents would obviously increase the chances of winning the civil war.

The Earl of the Stag himself had no knowledge of military strategy at all, but when it came to personal bravery, banqueting skills, territorial affairs, and seducing noble ladies, he was pretty good at it.

But if it involves military strategy.

All he knew was to summon his knights and charge, a tactic that always worked against bandits and rebels. But when the civil war broke out, he consciously joined the army of the Black and Brown Count, without any intention of seizing command.

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The Black and Brown City was fairly prosperous. At least the roads were paved with stone bricks, and there was a strict distinction between the lower town and the upper town. It was obvious that the nobles did not want to live in the same area with the common people.

Now Rand is on the road in the upper city. There is a faint smell of horse manure on the roadside. It is obvious that even the nobles in the upper city do not pay much attention to hygiene.

Rand required that dung bags be provided for the livestock at his resort and hideout.

Seeing Olenna coming forward, the noble's personal guards also stood up.

Obviously, the other side also wanted to use their men to test Rand's ability at the beginning. After all, in their view, their family has a long history and the guards around them are also carefully selected. How powerful can the guards of a country boy be?

She still looks like a woman, but she is average looking and her figure is not that great.

Olenna raised the sword gracefully, even though she had stuffed some cloth around her waist, making her look a bit pot-bellied, and put some makeup on her face, making her look ordinary.

But her elegant demeanor and calm temperament are still quite eye-catching.

In Rand's opinion, Olenna was still gentle at this time, but the guards on the opposite side were already a little uneasy.

Apparently, the nobles on the opposite side could not really feel the threat posed by Olenna, so when the guards stood in line, they gave the order: "Teach them a lesson."

Rand didn't pay much attention to it, but continued to chat with Ellie behind him: "What a pity, I wanted to show off my skills, but this opportunity was taken away by Olenna."

Ellie also complained quietly: "What strength do you have? You'd better not embarrass the den."

Because Rand has always called the area at the foot of the mountain a holiday villa and the area on the mountain a hideout, the people in the hideout naturally called it that as well.

Several veins popped up on Rand's forehead. Indeed, his fighting ability could be said to be the weakest among the ordinary believers, but he would practice his professional skills when he had nothing to do.

Although no one in the hideout understood why Rand wanted to learn this, they just let him do it. Under everyone's teaching, Rand can now be considered an ordinary-level warrior.

Ordinary-level fighters are divided into ordinary, elite, superior, and top-level.

Generally speaking, anyone who can wield a weapon can enter this level.

"There will always be a chance for you to see my strength." Rand whispered unconvinced.

"Pfft." Ellie laughed, not knowing what she was laughing at.

At this time, Olenna had slowly put away her sword. On both sides of the road, the noble guards were lying in disorder, wailing.

However, in order to avoid making things too ugly, Olenna did not kill anyone, but just gave a hint.

In fact, at this point, these nobles should have realized that Rand was obviously not an ordinary person.

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It was already quite good for an ordinary baron to hire an elite professional, and even if Olenna tried to hold back, she could feel that this female swordsman was at least as strong as a superior.

Coupled with the attitude of the Black and Brown Count and the fact that Rand was entrusted with an important task, any smart person would definitely know that it is time to give in.

For example, some people speculated whether Rand was the illegitimate son of some important figure, or whether he was a foreign aid invited by the Earl.

The few nobles on the opposite side also showed some signs of wanting to surrender, but they could not resist the increasing number of lesser nobles coming to watch.

Many minor nobles were also unwilling to accept this and wanted to come over to cause trouble, but seeing that others had already taken action, they just watched the show from the sidelines. Some of them might be preparing for an opportunity to step on Rand, while others were simply watching the show.

Rand thought that the armor of these nobles was really good, and it would definitely be more useful to put them in the front line than ordinary conscripts or mercenaries.

The first few nobles who came to cause trouble stammered a few times, but they were not thick-skinned enough after all. Under the gaze of everyone, their ears blushed for a while, but they still did not give in.

The leading viscount hesitated for a moment and said, "It's nothing if we just rely on our subordinates' abilities."

When Rand heard this, he immediately became excited. Finally, it was his chance to show his strength!

The opportunity to show off is so rare, it seems that the opponent is very smart.

Ellie had been standing behind Rand. When she heard the conversation, she poked her head out slightly to see who was so stupid. Then she pulled it back and whispered to Rand, "Be careful."

Rand nodded, then said provocatively: "I accept your challenge!"

It's not a duel, but an acceptance of the challenge. In fact, what Rand really wants to say is: You are the challenger.

But I felt it didn't quite fit the scene, so I had to settle for the next best thing, but the provocation was still very strong.

The three nobles immediately looked at each other, and then a baron who looked obviously stronger stepped forward and pointed to the empty space next to him: "Where shall we compete?"

There is no possibility of retreating now. If they retreat at this moment, the deeds of these three people will be circulated among the aristocratic community for the rest of their lives, and may even be brought up and laughed at at aristocratic banquets when they are in their seventies or eighties.

Faced with the terror of social death, they still stood up bravely.

(End of this chapter)