"Who are they working for now?"

"They are just a small soldier now."

"What?" Soltonyar felt that he was deceived. Three soldiers? What was that? If he was really capable, how could he become a soldier? "Are you kidding me?" Soltonyar was very dissatisfied with this answer. He was a little angry now.

"They were indeed a small soldier the last time I saw them." The bard looked like he would never lie to you.

"If they were really Hiscock's disciples, why didn't he recommend his disciples to Harlaus? Why did he want them to be a soldier?" There was a hint of anger in Salton's tone, and the old bard could clearly feel his anger.

"This is what a master would do. He must have a deep meaning behind this. How can ordinary people like us know the purpose of what he does?"

These words actually calmed down Salton. This really made sense. After all, he was a master, so how could he do things according to the way ordinary people think?

"According to what you said, they are just a small group of soldiers. What can they do in this war? Just rely on them to charge into battle? We have countless troops. The three of them can't defeat them all." Salton believed that no matter how powerful a person is, he can't resist the human wave tactics. After all, human physical strength is limited.

"They are talented. Soon, they will be promoted and their military talents will be perfectly demonstrated. They are the sharp sword of the Kingdom of Swadia."

"So according to what you said, we have no chance of winning?" Soltonyar couldn't believe it was true.

"Not necessarily. As long as you can find someone who is stronger than them and has more military talent than them, then you will have a chance in this war."

"Really? Then tell me where I can find such a person?" Thordenjar is a Nord after all, and he wants his country to win.

The bard laughed a few times in an old age: "Such a person may be fishing in the Nordic sea, hunting on the Vigir snowfields, crossing the mountains of Rhodok, or crossing the desert of Sarand. Who knows, he may be on the grasslands of Khergit now." The bard said a bunch of incoherent words.

"Who are you?" Salton suddenly asked.

"My name is Lubbock, sir." The bard Lubbock lowered his head. "I have been talking to you, my lord, for a long time. Please allow me to leave. I have to hurry on my way, and you should continue your march, right?"

Salton did not answer him, but fell into deep thought. He seemed to have heard of this name, but he couldn't remember it now.

Lubbock saw that Salton did not answer him, so he just left with "I'm leaving" and strode north.

Salton paid no attention to Lubbock, and his men thought he had acquiesced to the bard's request and let him go. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked up, only to find that there was no one in front of him.

"Where did he go?" asked Saltonjar.

"He's gone," said the adjutant Falk. "My Lord, I have to say that we have been delayed for a long time. We should set off now."

"Uh, yes, then let's get going."

"My Lord, who is he? You seem to have thought of something?" Falk asked.

"He is a legendary bard. His traces can be found all over the continent. Legend has it that he travels around the continent and can see whether an ordinary person can become a famous figure on the continent. In other words, he can predict whether a person can become a hero."

"I seem to have heard of this person's name." Adjutant Falk also remembered something.

"Order the troops to advance, we must quickly reach Castle Rebollet." Salton Jarl ordered, he wanted to tell King Ragnar about this matter as soon as possible.

King Ragnar is now overseeing the construction of a siege tower. He has an outstanding engineer who will build it quickly. Before sunset, King Ragnar will capture the castle.

At this time, Wals, who was on the border of Kugit, was about to cross the grassland, and soon they would arrive in Lana.

"Sir, the power of our Fierce Fang Wolf bandit gang is mainly concentrated near Halma and Lana. Aren't you walking into a trap if you go there now?" Aslen asked with concern. In fact, he was more worried about his own life and death, otherwise, he would not have told Wals so much about the Fierce Fang Wolf.

"No, this is not walking into a trap." Walls had already made preparations. He put a piece of parchment into Fegen's body. This was considered a fake treasure map. After the bandits of the Fierce Tooth Wolf found this treasure map, they would quickly hand it over to their leader. At this time, they would forget to kill Fegen's gang.

If Walls did anything strange, it would arouse suspicion from others.

"Your Majesty, everything I said is true. I really saw Lubbock, the legendary bard, and he told me everything. There are three outstanding figures in the Kingdom of Swadia. We have to find people as outstanding as them to destroy Swadia." Salton Yarma ran to King Ragnar's camp without stopping. He explained to King Ragnar everything he had just said.

At this time, Thordon stood in front of King Ragnar, who was now sitting on a chair, with his trusted ministers on both sides.

After hearing this, King Ragnar was a little shocked. If it was really as the bard said, then his plan to destroy Swadia would be impossible to achieve this time.

But now, King Ragnar has come this far. If he gives up now, his prestige among his vassals will drop greatly.

This was not the outcome King Ragnar wanted.

"Are you sure this bard isn't a fake? Even if he's the real deal, he's just an ordinary person. How would he know about Swadia?

Besides, don't we have any talented people in the Nord Kingdom? Are we worried about the three soldiers from the Swadian Kingdom? "Soldenjar, you are too kind. You didn't even think about what this person said. So, forget what this person said."