our family is gone

"Wait for you to rest, I'll watch the night." Lance takes care of it habitually. It doesn't matter to him whether he sleeps or not, but he can spare time to sort out more books and teaching materials.

Now the school is still in its infancy, with only two subjects, literacy and arithmetic, there are too many things to improve.

But just such an ordinary sentence made Junia cry for some reason.

"This... can't be it~" Lance didn't expect this scene, and he froze in place for a moment.

Fortunately, although Junia's emotions were intense, she quickly calmed down, and when she told her what happened, the others also understood why she was like this.

It's very simple, since she left the monastery, she has been alone all the time, even if she stays in the local church, the priests don't welcome her very much, they only let her stay because she can use magic to make holy water.

As for a person staying overnight in the wild, it is also a common thing, but the feeling is not good, and he will be awakened at any time, sometimes it may be a gust of wind, and sometimes it may be the wild wolf, poisonous snake, rat, or hostile robbers.

That kind of mental pressure would break down for anyone else, and it was her pious belief that supported her all the way here.

But now that there is a stable camp, she was full of food first, and then heard someone watching the night. The feeling of being surrounded by security was in sharp contrast with the past, which made her cry for a while.

No one, no one has ever been so kind to her, and now she feels so happy.

Geralt also fell into speechless contemplation when he heard this. He also felt this way when he went out, but it was so long ago that he even forgot how he got here.

"Isn't this a normal thing?" Lance looked at them and said with a smile, "You must know that we are companions."

Lance's words that his companion should be like this directly hit the hearts of several people.

All of them are lonely in a way.

Boudica was cast out of the tribe and alone, even after coming to Hamlet, it was actually still a bit difficult to fit in.

And Junia, since those nuns and sisters were executed because of her, no one in this world cares about her so much.

Because of his status as a demon hunter, Geralt also has difficulty integrating into humans most of the time.

Even Lance himself is actually lonely. He has a secret that he can't tell others and needs to be buried in his heart.

The word "companion" links them together, but this seemingly weak relationship has left a deep impact on several people's hearts.

"What is the lord going to do next? What can I do?" Geralt asked, and he agreed with this man.

Originally intended to complete this task, get the money and leave this strange place of right and wrong, but now he feels that he needs to stay and help the lord fight the cult.

Anyway, he was wandering around aimlessly, but now he is needed here, and his companions need him.

Lance was a little surprised when he heard his statement. To be honest, everyone could feel Geralt's guard against him in the second half of the journey, even the words at the entrance of the beast den did not fluctuate too much.

To be honest, he already understood that Geralt, a seasoned adventurer, didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect to let go at this time.

In fact, he really didn't have any utilitarianism in what he said just now, what he said was completely a real rule.

Lance is from the lower class, so he naturally understands that if you want someone to hang out with you, you must arrange the treatment. The first thing he did when he took over Hamlet was to improve the treatment and improve the rules.

What he said just now had been told to Disma and Boudica, but now it was Geralt's turn, and it was not because of them that they were treated specially.

It can only be said that sincerity is exchanged for sincerity, what can impress people is not some fancy dress, sometimes all it takes is an unintentional sentence or a small gesture.

"It is our duty to eliminate the cult!" Junia's tone became passionate, and she was full of confidence when she was full.

In fact, she has nowhere to go, and she owes so much to Hamlet and the lord, so staying may not be a good choice, not to mention, as she said, other things can be put aside first, and the cult must die.

Lance just smiled when he heard it, and then briefly told them about Hamlet's situation.

"We have lost too many places. The entire Hamlet has been torn apart by the cult, and it is difficult to organize effective forces..."

Both Geralt and Junia belonged to that kind of thugs, and they were not very keen on judging the situation of the battle, so Lance had no choice but to talk about his plan.

"The Ascension Sect occupies the ruins of the old city, and built a dungeon under my family's old house to carry out their evil rituals, so we just need to kill them, go back to the old house to kill the cultists, and seal the dungeon."

"Can't we destroy the ritual?"

Lance also had to sigh and explained: "Impossible, because the ritual is connected with Hamlet and even the world. Unless we want to destroy the world, we can only seal it again."

Geralt's resolute face was full of worry when he heard this. An evil ritual that cannot be destroyed means that this is an endless battle.

"To believe in the wisdom of future generations, we only need to do our job well. Who can say what will happen in the future? What if they have a way, don't you think so?" Lance smiled and comforted him. Why don't you know that this is something that can't be solved, but now it can only be like this.

"Why do you care so much, come here one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one!" Boudica didn't care, her concept was very simple, as long as all the enemies were killed, it would be over.

Lance smiled without saying a word, still talking about Hamlet, answering the questions for Geralt and the others...

Hamlet, training camp.

After the fight, I packed up my things and came back. Fortunately, with the assistance of the captured convoy, the wounded did not affect the march, and I quickly returned to the town from the old road before dark.

Leonard and Patton also rushed back and asked Disma about the situation on the battlefield.

Quite directly, under the leadership of the lord, most of the cultists were wiped out, and even because of the enemy's stupid decision, two serious injuries were removed, and some were slightly injured, and the town was taken down without one person dying.

Leonard has fought too many wars, and he is not so concerned about these victories, but more concerned about the twisted sacrificial rituals of those cults they talked about, treating people as food and storing them as bacon.

But Barton felt unspeakably aggrieved when he heard that they were fighting to win. He also wanted to kill the enemy to repay the lord and contribute his own strength to Hamlet.

But it's a pity that my artillery regiment is understaffed, and I haven't even built a frame, and there are only three artillery pieces, so it is difficult to play a big role.

He knew that it was useless to pull out such a artillery group, so he could only regret secretly...

This is undoubtedly a victory, but fighting is not a good thing. Even if the enemy is heinous, the bloody killing will also increase the pressure on the soldiers.

The general way for the army to vent is to burn, kill and loot to satisfy the madness of the soldiers and transfer the pressure to ordinary people, and it is ordinary people who are injured in the end.

This is not only the unspoken rule of the army under the aristocratic system, but also the army of the church. Even if their "gods" take the blame for them, there will be no moral burden at all.

But once the evil of human nature is released, even the pious crusaders will fall into madness.

As for people like Leonard who insist on self-awareness, they must be heretics who are not "pious" enough.

But they are rotten. Hamlet's army emphasizes military discipline, and Lance will never allow them to do those things.

To release their stress, nothing is more practical than a celebration dinner and material rewards.

Lance had already arranged these things. When the army came back, all kinds of supplies would be transferred to the training camp immediately.

There are barrels of beer, bags of wheat flour, fresh seafood, and fattened livestock on the farm.

But at this time, looking at the shining sharp knife, the big fat pig seemed to realize that he was not coming to serve the meal, but that he was the meal, and immediately broke free from the butcher's control, and rushed out with a fierce hiss.

The scurrying fat pig couldn't be stopped by several people, and even turned over a soldier. That man immediately became the laughing stock of everyone, but he had never suffered such a loss when fighting a cultist, and it immediately aroused the victoriousness of those soldiers Heart, began to chase and intercept the fat pig.

"Grab it!"

"Don't let it get away!"

"..."

Several people rushed up, some scratched their ears, some pulled their tails, and three or two swooped directly to control the pig.

"Hahaha!"

"Catch it! Catch it!"

"Hurry up! Get the pot to boil water!"

And the fat pig that was caught roared with all its strength and let out a miserable scream, while struggling continuously, its short legs pulled out streaks of dirt on the ground.

For a while, those noisy soldiers provoked discussion among the female workers who came to organize the banquet. In fact, even though the church suppressed them, their ideas were still very open.

"Look, those boys are really strong, much stronger than my soft-legged shrimp."

"Hahaha, why are you blushing?"

"I listened to my aunt's advice, finding a husband in the army is much better than others."

"That's right, it's easier than us planing food in the fields. To put it bluntly, even if something happens, the lord will take care of you."

Some married couples encouraged a few girls on the side in a joke, and now the soldiers in Hamlet are the most sought-after among the young people, because the preferential treatment for military members is true.

The girls couldn't help but look at the soldiers who were fighting, and jumped back when their eyes touched the sturdy body, but the women around them didn't care, and just joked with each other on their own.

"That means I'm married, otherwise I'll find one too."

"You, one may not be enough, you need two."

"Hahaha……"

Those women's wild jokes made those unworldly girls blush, but they also began to look forward to the future life.

They have seen too many tragedies along the way when they became refugees and fled their homes. Now they are stable and peaceful, and they are satisfied with a life of food, clothing and warmth.

All of this was bestowed by the lord.

praise the lord...

This farce also alarmed Leonard and the others who were replaying the replay, and they only found out that it was a pig when they picked up the guy and rushed out.

The strict military discipline made those soldiers calm down their playful hearts when they saw the adults come out. If they didn't want to suppress the pig, they might have to stand up and call for a report.

"Damn it!" Disma cursed in a low voice before putting down the musket in his hand angrily.

Barristan and the others also looked serious, fighting in the army is forbidden, if it were changed before, they would have been severely punished and practiced, but today they just won the battle, and they have to hang themselves to catch their breath.

"Alright, alright."

Leonard waved his hand to signal them to relax, "Go and inform everyone that the award ceremony is about to start."

"Yes!"

Several soldiers hurriedly dragged the fat pig back as if they had received an amnesty.

What is an award show?
Lance is very clear that he wants to build an iron army. In addition to meeting the material conditions, he must also give them spiritual incentives, which is the so-called honor and glory, to strengthen his own recognition and sense of belonging.

Lance has presided over several times before, which is to reward soldiers who have performed outstandingly and bravely in battle, and awarded them face to face with the entire army, as well as autographed certificates.

No way, the town doesn't have the productivity to produce exquisite medals, and Lance doesn't have the ability to design medals. Speaking of which, he doesn't even have a flag representing Hamlet.

This dilapidated town needs to face too many difficulties if it wants to revive.

Lance doesn't need to do everything by himself now, and he doesn't need to personally award this little battle. When the foundation is accumulated enough, he no longer needs to put down his airs, but to hold it up, so that when the credit of those soldiers is enough to fight, it can be reflected. high specification.

Now he only needs to prepare some signed blank certificates, and whoever passes will fill in the name. The few people in the room were finalizing the award list just now.

Soon all the personnel were assembled, and on the playground of the training camp, all the soldiers stood at attention uniformly, standing like a javelin, showing a strong gap from the play just now.

At this time, they all looked at the platform in front of them with full concentration, waiting for their names.

On the stage, Disma and the others didn't talk nonsense, and directly reported the names of the soldiers who won the awards, announcing their achievements and the reasons for the awards.

"Gavin killed ten enemies..."

"Gal's support responded quickly..."

Those who performed outstandingly during battles were also announced with merit awards. Although there were no certificates of merit, according to the regulations, they would not lose their bonuses, and they also had the priority of promotion.

The ones whose names were mentioned came up with their heads held high, almost with ecstasy written on their faces.

The finale was naturally the two soldiers who dragged the enemy and caused serious injuries. They must be credited with first-class merit. They fought back with their lives. They are still lying on the hospital bed and can only be taken by their teammates.

As for the entire team that discovered the authenticity, it will be awarded a collective third-class merit.

Many soldiers standing below looked at the people on the stage full of envy, and couldn't help but feel motivated in their hearts. Next time, they will also compete for this award.