Hardcore Scouts and Grapes

Although he had no idea where the nobles of the Shining Plains got such bizarre ideas, there was no denying that under the influence of those bizarre beliefs, the armies of the Shining Plains nations truly had the best discipline on the entire continent!

But correspondingly, the great empire once ruled by Queen Elizabeth had, under the protection of these rigid, even brain-dead armies, retreated into the Shining Plains! They gave back every fucking thing Queen Elizabeth had once conquered!

God knew how the hell these people managed it.

An army was an army. What was with all this chivalry nonsense? An army's sole purpose was to win! Not to serve as some moral exemplar!

In short, in the eyes of the nations across the continent, the nobles of the Shining Plains were all out of their minds! Of course, the nobles of the Shining Plains also firmly believed that the nobles of other nations were uncouth bumpkins and scheming bastards!

Back to the point: before he was brought before Gogert, Bruce had actually guessed that he would receive this mission. After all, in the Shining Plains, scouting duties had always been assigned to the strongest knights.

Because only the strongest knights had a chance of bringing the information back. After all, you couldn't expect a knight to sneak quietly into an enemy camp. That was impossible! It would never happen in this lifetime!

The scouting routine of the Shining Plains nations generally went like this: knights rode their warhorses close enough to the enemy, then carefully observed the enemy's information. Naturally, the enemy wasn't stupid enough to miss such a large target as a knight, so the knight would first have a face-to-face battle with them, then bring back the information he had gathered. If things still weren't clear,