Chapter 310: Royal City Strategy (Royal City Gossip)
After a short rest of a few days, the Land Corps set out on an expedition again. The difference is that this time not only Land soldiers will participate in the battle, but also a large number of Revan soldiers.

The soldiers of the Rand Corps, known for their elite strength, moved at such a fast speed that they seemed to be flying close to the ground even when walking on the rugged mountain roads.

But for the Riven soldiers, wearing armor and carrying weapons to travel was already half the cost of their lives. The uphill slope ahead directly became the dividing point, completely widening the distance between the two sides.

They could only see the golden army going farther and farther away, their feet felt as heavy as lead, but they could not catch up.

"You should slow down, the distance between us is getting bigger and bigger." Hull reminded the team commanders.

As a former hero, even though his strength is now on the verge of being eliminated, he still has a high status in the hearts of the soldiers and can still win some respect.

"Then let them speed up." As Lind's close guard, Wright responded, "Perhaps they should be responsible for clearing the way back. We don't have time to take care of them."

Everyone can guess how brutal this war will be. The only role of ordinary people joining in is to do some odd jobs, or wait for the battlefield meat grinder to start running and then jump in to make the blood splash even bigger.

A sudden and unexpected heavy rain hindered the army's advance.

Although Lind's body was strong enough to ignore these, this war was not something he could win alone, so he ordered to set up camp on the spot.

He stood in the heavy rain and looked in the direction of Goliath. The raindrops that hit his armor like jade beads exploded and then scattered into smaller pieces.

He still remembered the winter day more than a year ago when he hoped he could contact Goliath's hometown and use his facial recognition to exchange for some food to get through the cold winter.

"grown ups?"

The sound came from behind, and then the raindrops hitting Lind disappeared.

There was also the sound of a rain cloth being hit overhead.

Miss Doris was not a good narrator. She was too subjective when writing. Lind felt that if he really retired one day with gray hair and lay in a rocking chair, when he read what Miss Doris wrote, he would definitely not feel that he was reading a historical record, but perhaps a youth adventure novel.

She has this talent.

Because he once took advantage of his height and looked down at what she wrote about her love-hate relationship with Raniya.

Doris, whose bangs were wet by the rain, stood beside Lind with an umbrella and a misty face. She tried to raise her arms and even stood on tiptoe.

Lind is constantly growing taller. Although he has not been measured specifically, he is at least 1.9 meters tall. He may even be taller in the future.

He reached out to take the umbrella and took a step closer to Doris. Because of his huge body, the lady's umbrella could hardly cover two people.

And now, Doris seemed to be hiding behind a golden wall. Although the umbrella was high, all the rain was hitting Lind.

Not a qualified recorder, but at least she was a qualified secretary.

Qualified means that she is strong, slim and has a sweet voice. Otherwise, what else can you expect a secretary to do? Having her around makes people feel happy.

Lind looked at the tent that was being set up.

The soldiers helped their general set up camp as soon as possible, but this took time.

The heavy rain caused the expeditionary force to fall into chaos for a moment. Fortunately, they did not show more. Otherwise, Lind doubted what his soldiers would do when the army was faced with not heavy rain but rain of fire.

They couldn't go any further with him, Lind thought again.

It's like forcing the NPCs from the Novice Village to fight the final BOSS. Perhaps most of them will die on the way.

He felt that he should plan his future direction after defeating Goliath, continue to fight as a general of the kingdom to restore human rule, or carry a sword and become a lone ranger to explore the wider world.

The bad thing is that day isn't too far away, so he'll have to make a decision before the next official version update.

The rain beat out muddy puddles on the ground, and the undead scattered in twos and threes like hounds smelling blood, gathering around the Rand soldiers who were camping to avoid the rain.

Every soldier is full of anticipation and nervousness about returning to Goliath, regaining his homeland and taking back his capital. No matter in which country in the world, people will have similar feelings, and this strong emotion does not need any reason.

They talked about everything about Goliath, but most of the soldiers were from the Second Legion, and they knew very little about the Royal City.

The same goes for the Third Legion. Although they were once the Royal Guards, their job is just to check horseshoes, adjust the direction of military flags, and skillfully raise their dragon-riding lances when they hear the horn, and serve as a guard of honor for the traveling King or Queen.

More stories come from those soldiers of the First Regiment.

"Soft taco, pine nut pudding, and..." Old Pete was in the accompanying army, and Lind's expedition was absolutely indispensable to him, not only to satisfy his appetite, but also for safety.

He talked about the menu of the palace, which made Marcus sneer at him, because he had served the nobles countless times and had the honor of eating them several times. Exquisite food would make people feel guilty after eating it, and the delicacies that Old Pete talked about were not on the nobles' tables.

The undead who were listening to the excitement on the side jumped out, including the pastry chef and the hotel's head chef. They felt it was necessary to teach a group of "medieval chefs" who only knew how to fry meat and stew soup how to cook, and tell them what real food is and what is the taste and smell of food that is delicious!

Having said that, the only thing they can eat is dry food, and they will continue on their journey after the rain stops for a while.

"Lord Linde used to be loyal to Prince Kurt, but Prince Kurt failed in the election for the throne, and the king finally chose Her Majesty Rania." Someone brought up the topic.

Then the hot topic began to go off track.

Fortunately, I have nothing to do, so it would be nice to listen to some stories about Lind.

"Linde is engaged? But he was exiled to the border. Why does it sound like the three-year agreement is over?"

“It’s been three years indeed.”

"What's his fiancée's name?"

"Miss Tione, if you have ever met her, you will understand what the elegance of a noble lady is." Wright, who had not joined the topic, couldn't help but say.

Although Rania showed many advantages of a female noble, most soldiers would never forget her image in military uniform charging with a gun on the battlefield.

Wright tried to describe Miss Tione with words: "She is a nun in the church. Her smile is as warm as spring breeze. Although she doesn't wear gorgeous dresses like other noble ladies, she always wears plain clothes but has infinite charm. She is like..."

"Like a water lily." An impolite voice suddenly interrupted, making Wright's unfinished words stuck in his throat.

He turned around angrily and found that it was the record-keeping lady. Although he stopped cursing, he did not smile.

Everyone still remembers the female secretary who always followed Lind.

Many undead people also always claim that Lind is a very picky eater and only eats the best every day.

"Old Pete, the Lord wants you to make a pot of hot soup, but remember not to put parsley in it."

"I'll be there right away!" Old Pete stood up.

"Ahem." Doris cleared her throat, "I've also heard about what happened to Lord Linde and Miss Tione."

The eyes of the undead who were originally attracted only by her figure suddenly lit up, even the legion soldiers.

If there is anyone who understands Lind best, it must be the female secretary who follows him around all day.

They are about to capture the Royal City map, so it makes sense for them to listen to some gossip about the Royal City here.

Miss Doris straightened her chest.

This action was more effective than shouting at the top of her lungs, because she successfully attracted everyone's attention.

"But I think the stories of Lord Linde and Miss Druids are also worth knowing."

What is the purpose of being a recorder? If your notes are not lost, but are only placed in the library for your whole life, and only read by people decades or hundreds of years later, that would be too bad.

Doris recently finally understood why the recorders always "inherited" the disease of losing notes. Although many recorders are not related by blood, they all inherited the same disease.

Now she understood.

But she didn't dare to lose her notes casually, as she didn't want to anger that person at the critical moment.

But if something was said accidentally during the chat, no, no, it wasn't said, she just gave a few reminders.

"Yes, Miss DeRuys!"

Look, someone has remembered this.

It has nothing to do with her, not at all. At most, she would correct others slightly when they told the story wrongly. As a recorder, she would never allow others to make up stories.

If you want to adapt something, you have to base it on your own version.

(End of this chapter)