After walking a long distance, the two of them returned to Lazar and went directly to the hotel where they had stayed for the past two days.
The hotel is also a common wood and stone structure in the Prosper area. Although it is much smaller than the capital Prosper, the price has also shrunk to very ordinary West Coast standards.
The price of one Ella silver coin that can be deposited once at the Mercenary Guild can be used to store horses here for up to two months.
The hard-working servants ensured that their two horses had enough food and water every day. Within a month or so, Mira and these animals who understood human nature also developed feelings. The girl ran towards the war horses as soon as she returned to the hotel.
The horse made a "neighing" sound and continued to eat the hay in the manger obediently. The two returned to the room on the second floor of the small hotel. Henry helped Mira take off the cotton cloth around her neck.
The wound was not big, but considering the poor hygiene of the Luoan bandits, the sage was worried that the girl might be infected by something on the dagger and cause inflammation.
The best disinfectant tool is obviously alcohol. He threw the piece of cotton cloth aside and took out a clean one. Then he picked up the clay bottle on the cabinet nearby, tilted it slightly and poured some out.
There is a big difference between the Sivalliers and the Avenella people. They don't really like light drinks like malt liquor. On the contrary, it may be the pride brought by the descendants of the Skeen pirates in the Northland area. These ordinary people prefer various strong-flavored spirits.
The Westvalier word for this drink is "rich-de-faram." - meaning "liquid fire."
That goes a long way toward proving how it will make you feel. Not only for drinking, spirits also have excellent medical effects - at least when Henry put the cotton cloth soaked with spirits on Mira's neck, the pain was so severe that her whole body twitched. The girl felt that this must be necessary——
otherwise? ——She would have to beat up the sage.
Henry explained the detailed reasons to her as the steps progressed, and the girl gained a lot of knowledge. I am afraid she will have to live with the white gauze and cotton around her neck for a few days before the wound heals.
The two took off their equipment respectively, and Mira glanced at the small sword placed on the counter. Due to lack of physical strength, although the total weight was not particularly heavy, in order to facilitate movement, she still placed the small sword given by Henry in the hotel room, and only brought the one-handed long sword.
The girl's armed belt is quite special. Because of her height, even if she wears a one-handed sword with an ordinary belt, the end of the scabbard will hit the ground. Therefore, the armed belt customized by the cobbler before leaving Wavasika is actually Above is the style of shoulder straps and chest straps. The suspended one-handed long sword has a movable balance belt, which can tilt forward freely when the sword needs to be drawn.
The only drawback is that it is relatively expensive and inconvenient to put on and take off. But after a month of adapting, she can now easily remove the armed belt with her own strength.
Time passed very quickly, and the girl's height has improved a lot during this time. Compared with when we first met, she now looks at least several centimeters taller.
"Let's go eat." Henry opened the door, and Mira looked at him, and then at the sword that was taller than her and the sage was leaning on the bed.
"Yeah." Mira withdrew her gaze and followed his footsteps and walked out.
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The rest of the mercenaries from the crusade also returned to Lazar one to two hours later. This time, a lot of mercenaries were lost. Nearly half of them could never return to the people who cared about them. Although the Luoan bandits in Montenegro would not feel easy either, it was quite embarrassing to lose more than 300 people and allow more than 100 people to escape despite their numerical advantage.
But no matter what, what made the mercenaries who returned to Lazar feel dejected and unmotivated was probably the several boxes of Loan loot that were carried away by Jeremiah and other Sivalier nobles.
Fighting with blood, sweat and death, all they got in the end was a few words of verbal praise - mercenaries have always been realistic people and could only watch helplessly as the nobles carried away the trophies that should belong to them. It's impossible not to feel like a knife.
But with a sigh of relief in their hearts, the reality is that they can only accept their fate. If you want to vent your dissatisfaction, unless you are a noble yourself - you must also be a big noble with land and wealth - but how can such a person be reduced to a low-level mercenary.
I couldn't express the pain, and the mouthful of blood that was stuck in my throat and was about to spurt out could only be swallowed alive.
Many mercenaries who were slightly injured or seriously injured went to their resting places to deal with their injuries. Some of them had a few scars on their bodies, which will become the talk of the future. Some of them lost an arm that they relied on for a living or became... The Cripples have been in poverty since then, but no matter what, they are much better than the dead mercenaries buried at the foot of the Black Mountain.
The weather was getting cooler. After a day's rest, Benoit, who was transporting goods to Prosper, returned to Lazar happily with the bounty.
At about 2 o'clock in the afternoon that day, Alan and four others knocked on Henry's door. As soon as they opened the door, they saw that the sage and Mira had packed all their things, and were obviously planning to leave.
"I...I have a reason..." The one-handed swordsman opened his mouth to defend himself, but no one, including his companions, gave him a good look. "That's enough Alan, do you still want to find an excuse to shirk it now?" Jeanne said without mercy. Benoit on the side stretched out his hand to stop her, but the female archer shook her head and whispered: "We've put up with him for a long time, too."
She then took a step closer and spoke in a strong tone.
"I know you have always longed for the life of a noble knight, but we are mercenaries now, I am, they are." Jeanne pointed at Henry and Mira and said: "And you too!"
"As a mercenary, instead of standing in the same camp as the mercenaries and being your own teammates, you went to the side of the nobles. You are cheating and cheating. You-" Benoit covered Jeanne's mouth, and Alan's ears turned red. But his whole face turned white because of anger.
"It's not good to have conflicts here." Benoit, who looked like a good old man, tried his best to mediate, but Alan, who had been humiliated, gritted his teeth and glanced angrily at everyone in the room, and then walked away from the station. An, who was at the door, walked away.
"..." The female magician quietly frowned and rubbed her shoulder, which was a bit painful after being pushed away and hit the wooden door, but she just maintained her usual silence and did not speak.
"It looks like you are leaving?" Benoit, who is only about 5 centimeters shorter than Henry, looks like a thin bamboo pole. He stands upright at the wooden door. Because of his height, his archer can only bend. It was very uncomfortable, but the good old man still had a smile on his face.
"Yes, mercenary missions can also be accepted in other places. I want Mira to exercise first." Henry said this. He did not mention what happened before. The sage is not the kind of person who likes to make public statements everywhere. And judging from Benoit's current behavior, he should have listened to Jeanne and Ann's explanation on the way here.
The two archers, a man and a woman, are obviously lovers. Although it was Alan who came to talk to Henry initially, it seems that the ones who are really keeping this small group together as a whole and doing practical things are all Benoit's. look.
Perhaps the young archer who was the de facto leader showed his due composure and professionalism. He did not invite Henry and the others to stay. Instead, he reached into his pocket and took out the pre-allocated bounty and handed it to Henry.
"Your mercenary card has recorded the record of completing this mission. Although it is not much, it is still the first step. This is the bounty this time." He said, and the sage took the small belt. , after weighing it, it was about 20 silver coins.
The total bounty is 80 silver coins. If everyone divides it equally, it should be 13 coins per person. However, considering the cost of transportation and so on, it is reasonable to give them 20 coins.
"I wish your future actions will be smooth and smooth. See you in the future." Benoit, who was obviously a local, said to the sage using the blessings commonly used by sailors, and Jeanne and Ann also nodded to them. nod.
"All the best, see you later." Henry and Mira walked out. The white-haired Luo An, carrying a small leather bag containing her clothes, looked back for the last time. The female magician smiled at her again, and then waved Wave your hands.
A lot of things happened during the encounter that lasted for several days. After saying goodbye, both parties embarked on their own paths in life.
Driving horses slowly passing by the center of the town, many busy mercenaries looked up and saw the big sword on Henry's back. Thinking of the impressive scene yesterday, they all stopped and looked at this scene from a distance. Unique combination.
"Hey, have a nice trip." Someone shouted from behind, and Henry turned around, as if he was a mercenary he had met yesterday. He waved his hand to signal, and then left slowly.
The melodious music of Sivalier sounded far away from somewhere, and the sun shone on my body, giving me a hint of warmth.
The sound of "tap da." became "tap, tap", and the place where the horseshoe stepped on changed from the ground paved with stone slabs to the dirt of a country road.
The windmill full of Sivalier style rotates leisurely under the gray-blue sky in the late autumn afternoon. Piles of harvested wheat are piled at the door of the mill. Farmers taking a break from their busy schedule sit in rocking chairs and taste with closed eyes. Hot tea.
There was a clanking sound nearby, and it was obvious that the blacksmith of a particular family was busy building something.
The smoke from the cooking pots curled up into the sky, and I took a deep breath of the cool air. The salty and fishy smell of the sea breeze blowing from Wasa Port was still clearly audible here.
But compared to Avenella, the people in this land live a more soothing and peaceful life.
"It would be great if it stays like this and everyone doesn't fight each other." Mira said with emotion, while Henry held the reins and touched her little head with a smile.
