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Luo De explained the characteristics of the patrol team to Tucson. They would wear white cloaks with black family crests embroidered on them.

Luo De also specifically showed his family's crest to Tucson, asking him to remember the design.

Tucson's eagle flapped its wings again, soaring swiftly southward.

The eagle's speed was quick, typically reaching forty to fifty kilometers per hour.

Of course, that's not the eagle's fastest moment.

During a hunting dive, the eagle's speed can reach one hundred kilometers per hour.

Luo De's gaze followed the dark shadow, then turned to look at Tucson and asked, "Does your tribe have stories about the ancestral contract with hawks?"

Tucson nodded slightly, "Yes, great Saint Master."

"Then are there stories about giant eagles in your tales?"

Luo De looked at Tucson with anticipation, "Like the Wolfhoof Tribe, cultivating giant wolves as mounts?"

Tucson pondered for a moment before shaking his head,

"No, in our ancestors' legends, there were never any giant eagles."

Tucson paused and continued to explain, "In the stories passed down in our tribe, there are few tales about charging armies on the battlefield."

"Our tasks are more about searching and investigating, to report what we've seen to the chief."

Luo De nodded slightly, it was as he had imagined.

However, Luo De wasn't entirely discouraged.

If they could cultivate giant eagle knights, that would open up a new warfare domain in this era.

The power of an air force is undeniable; it would turn the noble's castles into mere illusions.

Unable to rely on the Eagle Feather Tribe's heritage, Luo De planned to gather information from other sources, to see if there might be an opportunity.

Luo De pondered silently, while Tucson began to connect with his eagle again.

Tucson's pupils slightly enlarged, with visions of warriors riding giant eagles roaring through the sky filling his mind.

Tucson took a deep breath, and as he muttered quietly, his eyes turned blood-red again.

The manor fell into silence as everyone waited for Tucson's test results.

Soon, Tucson's body involuntarily swayed, as if pushed by an unseen force.

Us immediately stepped forward and grabbed Tucson's arm to steady him.

Tucson gasped for several breaths, his eyes gradually clearing.

He lifted his head, looked at Luo De with steadfast eyes.

"Great Saint Master..."

Tucson reported, panting, "Your two patrol soldiers are headed toward us, followed by a knight without a cloak."

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Border City.

Inside the spacious hall of Rose Manor.

Lady Rose stood before Marquis Cold Blade, head lowered, a face full of helplessness showing her beauty.

"Marquis, the people I sent... couldn't find any news about Black Pine Ridge."

Marquis Cold Blade sat upright, reclining in a chair wrapped in animal skins,

"What happened?"

"That little guy is as cautious as a hedgehog."

Lady Rose crouched next to Marquis Cold Blade, gently massaging his calf, continuing her report,

"The trade caravan I sent, just as you said, were all restricted in their actions."

She paused, stealing a glance at Marquis Cold Blade's expression, found his demeanor unchanged, and continued,

"He even guarded against refugees, forbidding their activities, unable to gather any useful information."

"However, my people sent back the latest news, that little guy seems to be... building a city."

"Building a city?"

Marquis Cold Blade chuckled indifferently, his voice laced with sarcasm,

"How many people does he have? How much resources? He actually dares to build a city?"

He stood up, slowly paced to the window, hands behind his back, gaze falling upon the snow outside,

"Moreover, building a city in this weather, he is certainly ruthless to his slave subordinates."

Without turning back, Marquis Cold Blade asked, "No slave rebellions?"

"My people asked, none."

Lady Rose replied, "I'm also puzzled. My people explained that the slaves have decent meals."

"Huh,"

Marquis Cold Blade sneered, "How good can a slave's meals be?"

"A newly entitled baron, in the Desert of the Northern Territory, avoiding starvation is already a stroke of luck."

Marquis Cold Blade remarked, "No matter how, building a city is a foolish act."

"With the limited farmland in Black Pine Ridge, how many people can it actually sustain?"

"If it were me, I'd develop farmland first, stockpile food, then expand the population, and finally build a city."

Lady Rose nodded, pondering for a moment before saying, "According to the information I've gathered from other channels, it estimates that there are about fifteen hundred people in that little guy's territory."

"Fifteen hundred people require thousands of acres of farmland to support."

Marquis Cold Blade shook his head, "How much farmland does Black Pine Ridge currently have? Four thousand acres? Five thousand acres?"

He returned to his recliner, crossed his legs, seemingly disappointed with Luo De's performance.

Lady Rose was equally perplexed, commenting, "You're right, but that little guy doesn't seem so foolish."

"Summing up all the intelligence, I find he never seems to suffer losses when confronting others."

"He encounters robbers, of course, he doesn't suffer losses."

Marquis Cold Blade seemed to recall something, gave another sneer,

"The only time was with the idiot Count Hawk, who managed to feed him well."

Lady Rose bit her lip, couldn't help but ask, "But how did he defeat Count Hawk's army? To this day, we haven't figured it out."

"Forty elite soldiers plus militia, for a newly entitled baron, it wasn't easy to handle."

Marquis Cold Blade squinted, not immediately answering.

Lady Rose's words were also the point of his uncertainty, which was why people were sent.

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