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The wine had a hint of rose and honey. Redman could see that John truly enjoyed it, so he didn’t hold back.
"That's right, this is the specialty honey rose wine from Levin County. If you like it, I can give you half a case from there."
"You're too kind, brother. Since you're thinking of me, I’ll gladly accept," John Ke replied, not intending to be polite. After all, what was wrong with taking something from his own brother?
As the servants began to serve the dishes, the two started to toast and share their experiences. Of course, they couldn’t say everything; trust existed between adults, but it wasn’t without its limits.
"Brother, how many people did you bring this time? I noticed quite a few—at least fifty Armored Guards, right?"
Redman’s face flushed slightly as the effects of the wine began to take hold.
"You guessed wrong, John. It’s eighty men! And they’re not just those Serfs in leather armor; they’re all clad in studded mail as Professional Soldiers."
Saying this, Redman patted his chest with a proud expression. John couldn’t help but feel envious; Redman’s soldiers were not like those who had risen from the ranks of Serfs under his command. The so-called Professional Soldiers had undergone rigorous training and could take on two or three of John’s men single-handedly.
Once Redman finished speaking, he turned to John and asked, "How about you? Do you need more men? I bought six Serfs from elsewhere. If you’re short on people, just let me know and I’ll send them your way."
John grinned widely. "Brother, I’m doing well now! A while back, I seized a batch of Volcanic Jade from a group of Goblins. I have money to spare and enough Serfs for now. If you need more, just tell me."
The two chatted about various topics but avoided mentioning the incident with the bodyguard from yesterday. However, Redman’s words hinted that he was aware of it; as an elder brother, he felt responsible for his younger sibling's safety. John made it clear that he didn’t take it to heart—after all, Redman was his brother; if there was an issue, he would speak up.
Hearing John’s reassurance brought comfort to Redman. He shook his head and glanced around before speaking quietly.
"I need to tell you something—we're going to war."
Upon hearing the word "war," John's drunkenness evaporated instantly as he asked in a hushed tone, "Is it about the situation above?"
He knew well that the competition for succession in the royal capital was intense.
Redman shook his head. "No, it's not that matter. It’s Marquis Duvas and Marquis Dabry from neighboring Levin County who are about to go to war. We will be summoned when the time comes."
Setting down his wine cup, John looked puzzled. "Why are those two going to war?"
Without waiting for John’s question to finish, Redman took a sip of his drink to wet his throat before continuing.
Getting up was not a big deal; it was just that Marquis Duvas had been hunting at the border of two counties. He failed to kill a wild boar, which, after being wounded in the knee, ran into Levin County and was captured by Marquis Dabry.
The two of them got into an argument over the ownership of the prey, which escalated into insults. Neither side wanted to back down, so they decided to settle it with a duel three months later at the original battleground on the county line. The winner would claim the boar and receive compensation.
John found this situation somewhat absurd. Was it really worth fighting over a wild boar? Redman pointed out that such matters were quite common among nobles, and who knew what ulterior motives might be at play behind the two marquises.
"So you're suggesting that there’s something fishy going on between the two marquises?" John picked up on the hint.
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