A patrol squad of eleven soldiers marched past in tight formation, their synchronized steps steady and disciplined as they slowly moved out of sight.
Lydia stared, stunned for a long moment, secretly shaken. So many elite armored soldiers like the ones before… The baron actually commands this many? They're no weaker than the elite troops of great nobles. I'll have to be careful… If I ever get on his bad side, I'm finished.
Elite forces under nobles were usually domineering and ruthless, never sparing a glance for commoners like them.
"You'll stay at the winery for now. Once new houses are built in the territory, you'll be given priority."
Phield never hesitated to reward skilled individuals.
"Thank you, my lord." Lydia nodded obediently.
"Oh, right. Since you can treat injuries, I'll assign you a room on the first floor of the winery as a clinic. As for consultation fees, we'll set them together."
"Um… a clinic? Not a church?" Lydia looked confused.
