"Lord, do you know a Duke of Dominica?" Franco asked casually on the way to the courtyard.

"Duke of Dominica?" fiordo said the name once, and then found that there was no impression of the name in his mind. He turned back and said to Franco, "No. but there are many unknown dukes and earls in the Republic whose names are greater than their real names. Maybe you are talking about one of them."

"If there were such a fine cavalry, the Duke of Dominica would never be unknown in the Republic," Franco thought.

"What\'s the matter?" fiordo asked, seeing Franco\'s thoughtful expression.

"Oh, nothing. On my way back, I met a man who claimed to be the servant of the Duke of Dominica. According to him, he came to Smolensk to work." Franco didn\'t tell the truth, but panicked. He knew that his officer was indecisive. If he knew that such a group of unidentified armed forces appeared in the territory, he didn\'t know what it would be like.

"It\'s mostly a guy who wants to come to me for a post. I\'ll arrange a post for the Duke in the city hall at that time. Anyway, there are enough dukes and earls there." fiordo didn\'t think much. After listening to Franco\'s words, he replied casually.

In the twinkling of an eye, they had reached the gate of the courtyard.

At this time, Chechen, Pedro and others also dressed up.

Chechen changed into a long black noble dress inlaid with metal strips, with a long hem below his knee, a pair of yellow deerskin boots and a long thin sword hanging around his waist.

Pedro wore a bright yellow bottomed Spanish dress with a red pimp. He wore a wide brimmed hat with the brim over his eyebrows. The half sword hung at the bottom of his waist. Unlike Chechen, he didn\'t wear boots, but a white stockings and black shoes.

Fidel, Cadiz and others are all in Spanish infantry uniforms and wear ship helmets. But everyone has different weapons in their hands, including halberd, cavalry knife, pistol and so on.

"OK, OK."

Fiordo only looks at two things when he looks at people: one is appearance; Second, martial arts. No doubt, the dress of Pedro and others suits fiordo\'s appetite very much.

Seeing the praise of his future employer, Pedro squeezed his eyes at Franco to show his thanks. On the way back to the city, Franco reminded them to dress up.

Franco didn\'t have any expression. He just followed fiordo faithfully.

"What\'s your name?" fiordo asked, standing in front of Carlos.

"Cadiz is a knight," Carlos said, as brief as ever.

"Can you show me what you can do?" fiordo thought of teaching.

Cadiz took out a handkerchief from his arms, raised his hand, and the handkerchief flew up. Then caddis quickly pulled out the cavalry knife and waved it. The blade swept the handkerchief floating in the wind and divided it in two.

This skill makes people stunned. It should be noted that the weight of handkerchief is so light that if ordinary people wield a knife like this, they mostly bring the handkerchief to the ground. But Cadiz can use the power of cutting and wiping while waving, which is not what ordinary people can do. It\'s definitely years of hard work.

"You will be famous in the Republic," exclaimed fiordo. He had decided to keep the knight no matter how high the price was.

Then he came to the second Spanish mercenary. Compared with Carlos, this one seems a little ordinary. Although he was wearing the uniform of a long gunman, although the armor was wiped, he could still see that it had been patched. And his head was even smaller under three meter long halberd. This could not be seen when fiordo was far away just now. It was particularly obvious when he stood close.

Fiordo suddenly lost interest in asking questions. Going to the next one.

Seeing that fiordo looked so good, Pedro implied "bad." even as a mercenary, he had no day to fight alone in a foreign country. Only the newspaper group could have a day of success. These individuals are the help of their own promotion and wealth. Missing any one is a great loss to yourself.

"My benefactor," cried Pedro, taking a step forward.

"Huh?" fiordo was surprised to see someone standing before he came. And what did he call himself? Benefactor? This is a title that can only be obtained by giving great favor to others, but this person doesn\'t know him at all.

"My Lord, this is..." seeing that Pedro was so reckless, Franco hurried to fiordo\'s ear and said good words for Pedro.

After some muttering, fiordo\'s face softened.

"Mr. Pedro, I have heard from my head about your deeds and thank you for everything you have done for zamoshye," fiordo said to Pedro. Obviously, Franco told fiordo about Pedro and others destroying the robbers around zamoshye.

"It\'s my greatest honor to serve you," replied Pedro.

"Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Yes, my benefactor and protector," Pedro added another name to fiordo.

"I came to Smolensk with my Spanish colleagues. We are a team proficient in special skills and are indispensable."

"Special skills?" fiordo looked strangely at Pedro and then at the others. At this time, he found that there were half a child (Chechen) in the team. Moreover, these personal weapons are diverse, but they are all within the scope of his cognition, and he doesn\'t see anything special.

"Yes, my Lord," said Pedro firmly.

"Then what would you do? You want so many people together."

"Sir, we can operate cannons," Pedro said surprisingly.

In this era, operating artillery is a technical job. Instead of putting round shells into the gun chamber and lighting the twist, as most people think - although most people operate the gun in this way. But if you want to hit far and aim accurately, you must have rich knowledge.

"Can you really operate a cannon? I\'m not talking about a six pound or eight pound cannon, but a big cannon." fiordo was interested. He happened to have a twenty-four pound cannon in hand, but there were not enough people to operate it.

"Yes. We can operate any gun." Pedro was confident and pushed Cherchen out.

"This is my nephew. He used to be a gunner under general wickensburg." Pedro began to brag and not draft.

"Haven\'t you just arrived in Poland?" fiordo found a loophole in Peter\'s words.

"Yes, we landed in Riga. Then we worked in general wickensburg\'s army for some time. But we heard that there were more generous lords in Smolensk," continued Pedro.

"Well, I\'ll try your skill. If it\'s as good as you said, I won\'t treat you badly." fiordo decided to let them prove themselves with their strength.