Seeing the box full of gold coins slowly lifting it out of his military tent, Eugen's heart was bleeding. At this moment, he suddenly realized that there was still a piece of gold coins that had just been taken out of the box in his hand and had not been put back. He subconsciously raised his hand and threw it at Viscount Darmatt.

Viscount's hand was quick and fast. He grabbed the golden light ball that flew over from the air, then turned around and raised his hand at Eugen, and said with a smile: "Thank you General Eugen, I'm glad to serve you."

After saying that, the viscount raised the curtain of the military tent and walked out. The last piece of gold also left Eugen's hand. Eugen was a little sad for a moment, and then he calmed down his mood.

Even if the matter with Viscount Darmatt is right for the time being, he also got cash notes and could start implementing the next steps in his plan.

After gathering his mind, Eugen's expression instantly became serious and resolute, and his usual hippie smile disappeared, and instead showed a decisive and sharp temperament.

"Corion, Rambo, come here, now we can discuss the mission." Eugen walked to the map in the military tent, picked up the summary of the plan he wrote last night, browsed it casually, and sorted out his ideas.

Corion and Rambo looked at each other, and then the expressions on their faces became solemn, focusing on waiting for Eugen's arrangement.

Eugen coughed lightly, turned his eyes to Corian, then pointed to the map and said slowly: "Coleon, your mission is..."

On this day, the atmosphere was particularly relaxed in the small village of Taritar on the northwestern border of the Holy Roman Empire.

In the village, a group of half-grown children with disheveled clothes and dirty bodies ran around with laughter. While running, they shouted happily: "Victory, Victory, the Frenchman was defeated and went home in shame."

When talking about this, the child's words were often mixed with two swear words, cursing the French army that came to invade. The war between the two countries brought severe pain to these farmers living in border villages. After the army set foot on the land of the enemy country, it often instantly turned into robbers, burning, killing, looting and doing all kinds of evil.

These farmers were already living below the poverty line. After being snatched by these villains a few times, I don’t know how many people in the village would die because of this. However, the soldiers did not feel any guilt about this and even regarded it as a kind of glory.

Treating atrocities against civilians can also be called glory, which is the greatest comical one.

Just over a dozen days ago, the news of victory suddenly came from the border, followed by France's proposal to conclude a treaty and maintain a state of peace.

These news is absolutely a great thing for these farmers. Without the invasion of war, they can finally survive between famine, food bad harvests, diseases, insect scourges and harsh taxes.

To celebrate the victory, the farmers in the small village all smiled, vegetables, beef and ale were moved out of the hidden cellar, and some rags and flags of the Holy Roman Empire were hung at the door as decoration.

A huge pile of wood was built on the open space next to an old tree in the village. This is a small square in the entire village. A bonfire will be lit at night and a lively celebration party will be held to express one's joy.

People who struggle in the cracks also have their own survival wisdom. They will seize the rare moment of happiness, bury the blood, tears and humiliation in the past with a banquet, and turn around and continue to embrace the miserable life of the future.

In the evening, the festive atmosphere in the village became heavier and heavier. An old woman moved from her room to the door and sat down. A crimson turban wrapped her white hair, the folds on her face were layered, and a kind smile appeared bent down the corners of her eyes, but there was a cunning light like a fox flowing in her eyes.

She was too old to go to the bonfire to sing and dance. Sitting at the door and looking at the huge bonfire from afar was her way of attending the banquet. Although the lights and figures were almost indistinguishable in her eyes.

But at this moment, her only participation in this banquet was interrupted by unexpected factors.

A figure stood in front of the old woman, blocking her view. The sunset shone on the figure of the man, but reflected a flowing golden arc. It was obvious that the man was not wearing clothes, but armor.

A knight, the old woman silently recited it in her heart.

"Hello, madam, do you know where Dr. Thomas Miller lives here?" the man asked politely, but the old woman did not react.

A knight, the old woman was once again muttering in her heart. She was too old and had weak eyesight and could no longer see the Holy Roman Empire emblem on that man. Besides, even if she saw this emblem clearly, the old woman would not easily believe that there had been incidents in the past where her soldiers burned, killed and looted her own country.

The war may stop, but the knights are always dangerous and terrifying.

The knight asked again, and the old woman seemed to have reacted, and gestured in front of her with her hands twice, then pointed to her ears and throat.

The knight understood that the old woman was deaf and dumb and could not ask anything valuable.

So he turned around and left, trying to find someone else to ask about the situation.

The old woman didn't participate in any banquet anymore. She slowly moved herself to the house step by step, and then walked towards the backyard. Her little grandson and granddaughter lived in the backyard. The brother and sister were dressing up and preparing to attend the celebration banquet.

The old woman closed the door and whispered in a low voice: "Don't go out, don't go out quickly, there is an army outside, hide all our things." Although the old woman's voice was low, she showed an unquestionable majesty in her tone.

The expression of joy on the face of the young grandson suddenly dropped. The granddaughter lowered her head and dared not refute, but couldn't help but mutter: "There is no knight? France has surrendered, so I'm talking nonsense."

The granddaughter's voice was very small, but the old woman instantly burst into tears and said to her granddaughter angrily: "What do you know, a little thing? Maybe it's all their tricks of deceiving people. I have lived for so many years, and I don't know much more than you?"

After being scolded by her grandmother, she didn't dare to say anything, but she said mischievously: "Grandma's ears are so easy to use."
Chapter completed!