Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 218: A guide came out of nowhere

"These mercenaries, and particularly their captain, are really very interesting," replied Kael with a mysterious smile.

But a few almost imperceptible drops of sweat were running down his back.

"Oh, what makes you say that, Kael?" asked one of the two newly arrived knights.

"Ira, my griffin, although pretending to be asleep, was clearly telling me to watch out for this young captain."

The two newly arrived knights of the royal guard were truly surprised. But they all knew that a griffin’s senses were very sharp, being able to spot danger from several kilometers away very easily.

"Irfa told me the same thing."

"The same goes for Ita."

The respective words of Rita and Tamor confirmed everyone’s doubts.

All their griffins, who all seemed to be sleeping and harmless, were in fact ready to fight at the slightest sign of aggression from the young mercenary captain.

"And it wasn’t just the captain, there were also two mercenaries who were at our level..."

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"That group of mercenaries is really scary."

As Kael finished his sentence, he sighed.

The two knights of the royal guard, who had not seen Maxime, were really surprised.

"I wonder how he got that burn on his face, it’s really scary," Kael thought silently.

"This kid must have been through a lot before he got to this point..."

...

As the sun rose, the Sabertooth Tigers mercenaries finally left the grounds of the Purple Knights Academy.

Time passed quickly.

Without horses, they still advanced quickly thanks to their powerful physiques, their equipment still securely fastened to their backs and their weapons carefully stowed away.

Some of the mercenaries, especially those who had slept a little longer, were still in the process of fully emerging from their torpor.

Others, on the other hand, were already wide awake, especially when thinking back to the majestic creatures they had seen earlier.

They were all close to each other, so as soon as someone spoke, everyone could hear them.

"Did you see those griffins?" exclaimed Terry, while adjusting the strap on his armor.

"I’ve never been so jealous in my life. If one day I could ride such a beast, it would mean that I had really succeeded in life."

"I believe in you, and I think you’ll get there one day." said Lira, who was walking right next to him, while winking at him.

Everyone knew about their relationship, so it didn’t surprise anyone.

"I wonder how many griffins they have in the Kingdom?" Rodrigo asked out loud, with a certain nonchalance.

Ernest, who was nearby and who was carrying a bow on his back and a sword at his waist, shared his information.

"While Maxime was talking to the king, I was talking to a knight named Tamor, and he told me that there were less than 100 griffins in the Kingdom, and even that was counting young griffins and also those that were too old to be ridden."

"In their royal guard, there seem to be 50 in total, most of whom are always based in Hivernia to protect the capital at the sign of any attack."

"They are also very mobile, so some of them can come to the aid of a major city very quickly."

But Romuald disagreed with Ernest’s last sentence.

"Um... You’re right, they’ll only go to towns where there are nobles. You’ll never see them in small villages."

Andrew, who was also nearby, had already thought about this question with other mercenaries.

"It’s not as if they were the ones choosing where to go, they are always under the orders of the king, and I imagine that they are always under close surveillance, particularly by the enemies of the kingdom."

"So ironically, despite their mobility, it must be the unity of the kingdom that travels the least outside the capital."

"They won’t go to the rescue of small villages in case it’s a trap hiding an ambush. The value of a knight and a griffin is much higher than an ordinary village. So much so that losing several elite griffins and knights would reduce the power of our kingdom by one or two points."

It pained Andrew to say it, but he sincerely meant what he said.

But something in Andrew’s words made Laura smile.

"Our kingdom? We will soon have our own territory, so you will soon no longer belong to the Kingdom of the Frost Eagle."

"That’s true." Andrew replied immediately, with a sincere and optimistic smile.

Despite the fact that he had lost everything that fateful day, he had gained a band of brothers in arms and a promising future.

That was enough motivation for him to keep moving forward, to live and to dream.

Many mercenaries were in the same situation, most of them having no family left or having fallen out with theirs.

"In any case, it’s not surprising that they are reserved for the royal guard." Langus added, with a certain longing.

As a child, he dreamed of joining this famous elite troop. But after suffering the torture of Duke Devron’s training, he only hoped to return alive after each mission.

It was only by joining Maxime’s group of mercenaries that he finally began to regain his zest for life, as did Kaite and the apprentice knights who accompanied them.

From now on, even without the [absolute contract], he would no doubt continue to follow the Saber-toothed Tigers. The future was simply too promising; only an idiot would turn down such an opportunity.

"Sure, with a mount like that, you could wipe out an enemy troop of apprentice knights without even touching the ground." Kaite continued, with a certain envy.

The griffons perfectly matched the image of the ideal knight she had in her head.

Her ideal man in her life would have to have a mount as majestic as a griffin, and preferably one that he could also offer her.

That way, they could both fly through the sky together.

Even when they started their own family, their mounts would also give birth to a family.

That way, their children could ride their griffins’ young.

It was the perfect image of what she imagined for her future.

She was only 32, so she had not given up hope of this dream, and it seemed even more attainable after joining the Sabertooth Tigers.

"Don’t get your hopes up. Even if you all had a griffin, you wouldn’t have a chance of riding it without training for years." replied Piedro, a Quessoï veteran.

"It’s not just a question of sitting down and holding the reins, these animals have to accept you."

Everyone looked strangely at Piedro.

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"Since when have you been so smart?"

There was a moment’s silence, before a vein seemed to burst from Piedro’s forehead.

"Fuck you, Andrew."

Maxime, who had been listening while walking at the head of the group, gave a slight smile.

The group continued to advance, and the discussions faded away little by little as they left the plain to approach a steeper area. After several hours of walking, as the sun had already risen high in the sky, they saw a village nestled below the mountain of Kadis.

As soon as they crossed the village gate, a palpable tension invaded the air.

The women grabbed their children and forced them to go home when they saw the troop of mercenaries approaching.

Some of the men, although continuing with their activities, gave the group suspicious looks. Their eyes showed increased vigilance, and several of them instinctively placed their hands on the handles of their tools or improvised weapons they had nearby.

Maxime immediately sensed the hostility in the air. He signaled to his men to remain calm and silent, not wanting to make the situation worse.

"Stay calm and don’t provoke anyone." he whispered to his group.

"We’ll buy what we need and leave."

"Yes, boss!"

His men dispersed in accordance with his orders, going to buy warm clothes and equipment, taking advantage of the few shops available in this isolated village.

Maxime had inquired, and this village was known to be both a supply point and a gateway to Kadis Mountain.

Because there were dirt paths that had formed naturally over time, which allowed hunters to find their way.

Without them, it was easy to get lost in the mountains.

Meanwhile, Maxime, accompanied by about twenty of his men, crossed the village and left, waiting for the rest of his men to arrive.

He looked at the majestic mountain in front of him.

Its peak was so high that it could not be seen from his position.

The other mercenaries also looked at the mountain ahead, but they were so close that, to be honest, all they could see were trees.

Then a teenager of about fourteen or fifteen approached, followed by a few dogs barking with boundless energy.

All the mercenaries who had stayed behind, including Laura, Andrew and 18 others, looked at the young boy with curiosity.

Few people would dare to approach a group of strangers armed to the teeth.

Particularly when several of them had frightening faces, due to war wounds.

"You look like you want to go to the mountains, gentlemen." said the boy excitedly.

"If that’s the case, I can be your guide."

Maxime raised an eyebrow, amused by the young man’s audacity.

"What’s your name?"

"Chill27."