The last wild boar was found by everyone in the evening of that day. Alan, who was holding a one-handed sword and looking cold, walked silently at the front this time, looking around as if to find the young wild boar that had betrayed him. come out.
But the wild boar that was blind in one eye was not discovered after all. They found another adult wild boar wandering alone under the moonlight and successfully captured it after a chase.
Mission accomplished, but how to transport these things back is a big problem.
Fortunately, Henry and Mira have horses. They only need to transform the previous lifting frame into a towing frame, then fix the wild boar on it and use the horses to tow it. When they reach the town, they can hire a cheap cargo carriage to transport it to the designated delivery location. The location will do.
The truck drivers in the local town of Lazar were very familiar with such things. After transporting all the wild boars to the back rack, Benoit sat on the seat next to the driver and went to deliver the task together, while the others stayed behind for the time being. Local and repaired.
The cold atmosphere between Alan and Henry, who were still brooding about the past, was obvious, and everyone was quiet and did not mention it.
After eating salty bacon and dry bread for several days, the group was now eager for fresh food. They randomly found a small tavern and sat down at a wooden table on the first floor. The owner came over and asked enthusiastically. At that time, everyone asked for some of the most ordinary food.
Vegetables, mutton and pork cooked directly in water were served with the store's homemade sauce, and the Sivallier-style long bread was also generous.
But before everyone could enjoy the meal, the door of the tavern was pushed open rudely.
The moment he looked up at the visitor, the shop owner's expression suddenly changed. Henry and Mira turned around, and a Sivalier knight with a full body of plate armor and a sinewy face stood at the door.
"I heard that some damn Luoan bandits got into this place, is this true?" The knight said loudly in Sivalier language, and then he noticed Mira first, even though the girl had a hanging bag on her chest. A green mercenary badge, but this proved nothing to him - the knight walked straight towards the girl.
——The visitor was unkind, and both Ann and Jeanna looked worried and nervous. Henry glanced at Alan with his peripheral vision, and the arc that quickly disappeared from the corner of the one-handed swordsman's mouth failed to escape his eyes.
"What did I see?" The knight said with emphasis and walked over. A nervous look appeared on Mira's face - she couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but this scene was very important to her. It is common for girls - she has been picked on countless times in her past life just because of her white hair, and only she can understand the pain and grievances - but this time it is different.
Henry stood up before the noble knight came even closer.
"Do you have any questions, sir?" Henry, who was proficient in Sivalier language, said as he looked down at the knight who was only at the height of his chest, and the sinister-faced knight glanced upward at Henry - accurately He said it was the green card hanging on Henry's chest, and then his face showed clear disdain.
He raised his hand, and then pushed his hands directly towards Henry's chest.
After all, the knight had experienced many years of combat training and was very sure of his own strength. However, the sage did not retreat or simply fall down as he expected. Instead, he stood on the spot, as if he was pushing hard. It's a city wall.
"What's going on..." Everyone in the tavern was looking at him. The disgraced Jazz twitched his eyes and punched Henry with an iron-gloved palm.
"I asked, why did you suddenly start fighting, this knight?" As if strolling in a courtyard, the sage took a step back and avoided the punch in a leisurely manner.
"Damn you!" He punched the air and staggered the Jazz, who was even more embarrassed. Someone in the tavern laughed lowly. Angry, he straightened up and punched Henry again, but there was no accident. Swing empty.
One time may be luck, two times may be coincidence, but when three consecutive attacks fail to work, unless your brain is really not working at all, you will definitely start to think that the opponent may not be as weak as it appears on the surface.
Even though it is indeed more inconvenient to move while wearing plate armor, the opponent's movements are so smooth at this height. Not only is he physically fit, but his ability to dodge his attacks repeatedly shows that he has rich combat experience.
If there is no certainty of victory, it is not a good thing to continue to be entangled in such a public place in the city - He glanced at Mira next to him and the other three people on the table, and Alan nodded to him for some reason. , Sir ignored him, but looked at Henry again.
"I am Jérémy, Maurice Jérémy, Sir Sivalier. As a noble, I ask you to fulfill Article 2 of the mercenary regulations, obey my command, accept the call, and go to annihilate the Luo people in the nearby Montenegro area. Ann bandit." Jeremiah looked around with his hands on his hips. There were many people in the tavern who looked like adventurers with weapons and armor. He smiled slightly and then continued.
"This call is effective for everyone in this place. It was signed by Archbishop Prosper. It takes effect immediately. Anyone who does not respond must hand over 8 Sivalier gold coins to me as compensation!"
The loud voice echoed throughout the tavern, and the mercenaries and adventurers who had finished their meals sighed for a while. The high price of eight Sivaliya gold coins was beyond the reach of these ordinary people, but they were reluctant to respond to the call.
The reason is simple - if you don’t have money, you have to work hard.
Recruitment is usually initiated by earl-level nobles or bishops, and any mercenary who hears about it must be forced to participate.
It doesn't get any reward, and it usually involves fighting professional bandits who kill a lot of people, so the risk is extremely high.
Theoretically speaking, the money plundered by the bandits can be used as trophies for the mercenaries, so they can still obtain some benefits - but this is the regulation, but in reality?
The archbishop who issued the mission and the noble knight who led the team will ask the mercenaries to hand over the trophies they obtained on the grounds that "these things are looted property of civilians and must be returned." If you refuse, then you will be cut off from the people you just cut off. The dead thief stood in the same position.
It was the mercenaries who shed their blood and died, and it was the nobles and bishops who enjoyed the benefits. It is no wonder that when Jeremiah made this announcement, everyone, including the shop owner, had a droopy face.
The mercenary does not need to explain, and the shop owner, largely because many of his customers sitting here today may not come again in the future.
Maybe he's dead, but even if he's not dead, the superstitious mercenaries will probably stay away from this place due to the bad luck of being able to step on shit while eating.
Some were happy and some were sad. Among all the mercenaries who had to put down their lunch and walk outside, Alan and Sir Jeremiah were the only ones who could laugh - this twenty-year-old The one-handed swordsman abandoned his companion and ran to the front line and started talking to the knight. Although the other party ignored him, Alan still greeted him with a smile, and looked back at Henry from time to time with a twinkle in his eyes.
"...Be careful, that guy has always been naive in his behavior." Jeanne, who had never spoken to Henry much, came over and took a look at the archer with short burgundy hair and wheat-colored skin. Alan, who looked flattering, then whispered: "Although we have known each other for many years, to be honest, I have never liked him very much. He is too vain, and he must retaliate. I don't know what conflicts you have had before, but in any case, be careful. , the next battle requires everyone to concentrate."
Jeanne, the eldest among Alan and his group, looked like a big sister. Henry smiled helplessly and then touched her head.
"Hey——!" The short-haired archer's eyes widened and he was stunned for a moment, while the sage shrugged as if he had done nothing just now.
"Thank you." Henry said this, and Jeanne glanced at him and shook her head: "This is because the food you cook is delicious. This is the first time I know that you can cook it with bacon and brown bread." Such deliciousness.”
"Even if you eat it for a week, it will still make you unappetizing." She said, then walked to the side and stood with An.
Henry glanced at the two ladies again. The female magician nodded at him and Mira. There was a hint of worry in her expression, but she was not good at words, so she only stayed at this point.
We were not able to finish lunch, but luckily everyone was not very hungry. We followed Jeremiah's footsteps to the small square in the center of Lazar Town. There was a wide guillotine built next to the moss-covered well, with logs nailed to the side. The parchment on the pillar also recorded in the Sivalier language that Avenella defeated the Sivalier cavalry a few days ago.
The person who wrote this message added a lot of personal subjective opinions in it, and his words were full of doubts about "how dare these poor Avenera boars resist Sivalier, and why are the kingdom's arrogant noble cavalry so simple?" The land will be defeated" indignation and dissatisfaction.
The people who gathered immediately saw it, and Jeremiah also followed the eyes of the others. Then his expression changed, he strode forward, tore it off and tore it into pieces.
"You bastard!" Jazz threw the torn parchment on the ground, stepped on it again and again, and spat. More mercenaries with the same droopy faces were surrounded by other knights and sergeants in plate armor. They took it out.
Jeremiah seemed to be the leader in charge of recruiting here. He grabbed the pillar with one hand and jumped onto the guillotine. His boots with armor on them kicked hard on the wooden board of the guillotine a few times. "Boom! Boom!" was hit by a huge The sound attracted attention, and the noisy mercenaries fell silent.
"Three days ago," Jeremiah shouted in Common Tongue with a strong Sivalier accent.
"A fleet of light carriages belonging to the Prosper Chamber of Commerce was attacked by bandits."
"Everyone was killed, all the goods and horses were robbed, and even the clothes and weapons were stripped and taken away." Jeremiah leaned on the pillar and tilted his body and said: "The guards who arrived later were A Luoan man was found in the nearby forest who was left on the verge of death by his companions. From the tattoos on his body, it can be seen that the attacker was a gang we call Black Mountain."
The moment he pronounced the term, many of the mercenaries exploded. Henry frowned and glanced aside. This name seemed to be quite famous among the locals - although it was definitely not a good reputation. .
"Oh oh oh - be quiet." Jeremiah kicked the wooden board with his boot again and made a loud "dong dong!" sound, making the noisy mercenaries quiet down.
"What I want to say is that these stupid Roan bastards chose the wrong target. That team of carriages transported silks, honey, and a whole box of high-grade magic crystals as tribute to Archbishop Prospell." Remy tilted his head left and right. The full-body plate armor made his shoulders feel a little uncomfortable, and his neck made a crisp "click" sound. Then Sir Silvalier continued: "Stretch your dirty hands to these They are just looking for death. Our scouts have found the location of their den. This is a glorious mission. Go and dedicate your blood to regaining the tribute for the Lord Bishop."
Jeremi smiled and said: "Mercenaries."
"It's hunting season."
"Don't let any white-haired bastard live."
He said this, and Henry looked at Mira. Her little face was solemn. Although she was silent, her right hand grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist so hard that it was almost bloodless.
"call……"
Mira let out a long breath. It was already close to winter in Sivalier, and the hot air in her mouth was so cold that it condensed into white mist.
It makes people wonder whether even people's hearts have become so cold.
