I am a god in another world

To prove the strength of Gavin's words, five tall enlightenment trees came forward, each holding a huge log box in their hands, and placed it directly next to the tunnel. When they landed, there was a loud bang, showing how heavy they were.

As the log boxes opened, the mercenaries below felt that their eyes were blinded by the light.

It's not a metaphor, but there is really such a feeling.

But they couldn't move their eyes away.

Because they were boxes of gold coins, neatly stacked.

There was obviously a light spell attached to them, making them shine with golden light.

These ten boxes of gold coins are at least 100,000.

Aren't they fighting for this thing?

All the commissions of their army added up are less than half of these ten boxes of gold coins.

But is there really such a good thing in this world?

They came to attack him, not only would they not be held accountable, but they would hire them instead, and at an unprecedented high price.

Seeing that the people below just looked at each other, no one spoke.

Gavin spoke again: "I know what you are worried about. You can disbelieve me, but you can't disbelieve the Hammer of Justice.

Judge Daniel, thank you for your help."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure rode his warhorse and appeared beside the tunnel. He instantly emitted a blazing white light and raised the Sunburst Hammer in his hand and said: "I am Daniel from the Hammer of Justice Monastery. I represent the Hammer of Justice Monastery to witness this employment. If there is any unfair breach of contract during the employment period, I and the Hammer of Justice Monastery will fight to the death until the last Paladin is killed. Tyr is above, and I will never break my oath!"

The badge of the remnant god appeared behind Daniel, guaranteeing his oath.

Daniel was not specially invited by Gavin, but the Hammer of Justice Monastery heard that the Three Rivers were attacked and sent him to lead a group of Paladins to rush to help.

When they arrived, the war here was over.

Since they came, Gavin would certainly not let them go easily.

Compared with his own reputation, the Hammer of Justice and the Paladins are more trustworthy.

As expected.

As soon as Darnell finished speaking, the captured mercenaries in the tunnel suddenly became active and whispered to each other.

"It was Judge Darnell, yes, Judge Darnell of the Hammer of Justice. He guaranteed it, so this matter must be true."

"But I heard that Sir Gavin and Darnell have always been good friends with the Hammer of Justice. It is said that part of the money from the Ghost Wine Auction was allocated to the Hammer of Justice, a huge amount. Will they..."

"Don't talk nonsense. The reputation of the Hammer of Justice Abbey has been resounding in the surrounding area for hundreds of years. How many of their paladins are not fair and selfless, and are not selfless? How can they be bought with money? If they can be bought, they are not qualified to be fair. Holy Knight of the God of Justice, you don't believe in the Paladin, but don't you believe in Tyr, the God of Justice? "

"Sorry, maybe my words are ambiguous. I don't disbelieve in the God of Justice, nor do I disbelieve in the Hammer of Justice Monastery. I'm afraid they will be deceived!"

"You can deceive for a while, but not for a lifetime, especially when the other party is going to hire us for three years, but promised to pay our wages once a month, and we will know the result next month."

"Excuse me, Sir, how can we ensure that our wages can be paid to our families?" Finally, someone broke the silence and asked Gavin boldly, and the person who asked the question was none other than Achir.

Gavin appeared beside him earlier, and talking to him was not a coincidence, but a necessity.

Because he was the highest-ranking professional among this group of mercenaries, an eighth-level warrior.

Most of the people around him were warriors, and they all looked weathered.

Even if he was not the leader of this group of mercenaries, he was an important organizer and had a lot of say.

Talking to him in advance was like letting him know.

Although it was just an ambiguous sentence, a smart person could hear many hidden meanings.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he asked this question, Sir Gavin obviously gave him an admiring look and answered loudly: "You can write to your family, and it will be sent to your family together with your commission, and then bring their reply back. It doesn't matter if you can't read. We will arrange someone, or you can find someone to write for you."

"What if you don't have a family?" Someone else asked. This time it was not Aqir. Everything will be easier with a leader.

"If you don't have a family, your commission will be deposited in the Hammer of Justice Abbey, and the corresponding deposit certificate will be issued. When your employment period is up, you can withdraw it from the Hammer of Justice Abbey with the corresponding certificate. If you deposit it in Vizeme Manor, it can also be used." Gavin directly used the Hammer of Justice as a bank.

As for interest and the like, it is estimated that these mercenaries have no concept of this at all, and he will naturally not cause trouble for himself.

In other words, it is good to deposit money in Faerun without asking you for custody fees, and interest!

"Why can't the commission be paid directly to us?" Some mercenaries still asked this question.

"Because you are not really hired, but a punishment contract that must be signed. What if you escape halfway after the commission is paid to you?" Gavin said directly, "After three years, if you are willing to stay and continue to be hired, I will pay the corresponding commission directly to you personally, or if you are willing to settle here and move your family here, I will not only pay the commission directly to you, but also provide land and housing in the future, and it will belong to you after living here for ten years."

The meaning of Gavin's words couldn't be clearer.

If you choose to settle down here, all guilt will be exempted, which is equivalent to the conditions for immigration to Tesser.

This situation made the mercenaries whisper again, and no new questions were raised.

This special employment was not only the first time they encountered it, but also the first time they heard of it. There was no experience to draw on, and many of their brains were blank.

"Are there any other questions? If not, let's get started! Lay down the ladders! Line up by yourselves, and only one person is allowed to come up at a time. I emphasize again, when you register your information later, try to be truthful, especially about your best abilities and the real addresses of your family members. This will involve your subsequent work arrangements and salary treatment, as well as the timely payment of commissions." As Gavin finished speaking, twenty ladders were put down at the same time.

The crowd of captured mercenaries surged, but you pushed me, I pushed you, but no one was willing to go to the ladder.

Gavin was not surprised by this situation, and spoke again: "After registering your information, someone will take you to dinner and arrange corresponding work. We will adopt the principle of voluntariness for this matter. If you are unwilling to sign the agreement, we will handle it according to the normal prisoner process.

Also, don't take my kindness as weakness. Once the agreement is signed, it will have a mandatory effect. If you try to escape again, I will send people to chase you. At that time, the violator will experience what hell on earth is."

Ao! Ao! Ao!

The dog demon howled to the sky, and hundreds of wild wolves behind him responded in unison.

The captured mercenaries' faces changed slightly, and they remembered their true identities.

What a bullshit voluntary principle.

They had to sign this agreement today, whether they wanted to or not.

Aqir felt his scalp tingling, because he found that Sir Gavin's eyes were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

After finding that he had not taken any action for a long time, he turned his head and looked at him unconcealedly.

The meaning was obvious, that is, let him take the lead.

If you stick your head out, you will be cut off, and if you shrink your head, you will be cut off.

Aqir did not hesitate and climbed up the ladder directly. He found that 20 meters in front of the ladder, a temporary table made of logs and bricks had been placed. A human was sitting behind it, holding a pen and paper, waiting for him to come forward.

Behind the table, there was a large hanging pot, bubbling with hot steam, and several dog-headed men in linen aprons were guarding it.

I didn't feel much in the sewer before, but now that I've climbed out, the breeze blows, and the fragrance is unimaginable.

Aqir, who had been hungry for a long time, had a little stomach churning.

Since being captured until now, they haven't had a drop of water or a grain of rice.

The situation behind the other twenty ladders is the same as here.

It shows everywhere that the other party's method of dealing with prisoners is not impulsive, but after careful consideration and comprehensive arrangements.

It only took one night to prepare everything so thoroughly, and the efficiency of the operation was extraordinary.

"Name?" The Tesser immigrant who was engaged in record work didn't waste any words and started to go down according to the items in the form.

This form is said to be designed by the lord himself, and then personnel were selected to copy it overnight. Although the notes are different, the content is the same.

However, it is not 2,000 copies, but 3,000 copies.

It is said that after the event, the Tesser immigrants also have to fill out this form for archiving and then determine the position and salary.

Since the matter concerned him, the recorder was naturally very careful. He had memorized the form by heart and thought about it countless times to find the job that suited him best.

"Akiel*Lane."

"Place of origin?"

"Place of origin?"

"Your birthplace."

"Scar Valley."

"Where do your family members live?"

"Scar Valley."

"It needs to be detailed, down to the village, so that you can find their location."

"Lane's family in Chandler Junction Town, Scar Valley."

"Are you a combat professional?"

"Yes."

"What profession?"

"Warrior."

"Professional level?"

"Level eight."

"What are you best at?"

"Does fighting and killing count?"

"Yes, in addition to combat skills, do you have any life skills? For example, carpentry, hunting, fishing, etc."

"I know a little bit, but I'm not proficient in them."

"Can you ride a horse? Are you good at naval battles?"

"I'm good at boating and naval battles."

"Do you know how to read?"

"Yes."

"Can you write?"

"Yes."

"How much can you write?"

"I can write most common characters."

"Very good, your information has been filled out, you can go to the back to get food, and then wait for arrangements. Next person, name."

Aqir didn't need to listen at all. It must be the same as the one he was asking, because the other party held a thick stack of books with the same handwriting in his hand.

He only filled in one of them.

This kind of process-based office was the first time he had seen it.

It was very convenient. After the inquiry was completed, the transcription was completed there. It took no more than three minutes.

However, there were many captured mercenaries. At this speed, it would probably be noon when the work was completed.

Those captured mercenaries who moved slowly would have to wait here for a whole morning with an empty stomach and in the hot sun.

Hmm!

I have to say that the cooking skills of these dog-headed people are really good.

Although there were more vegetables and less meat in the bowl of stew just served, the bread was obviously mixed with coarse grains. The taste was not very good, but the quantity was sufficient.

Those dog-headed people obviously had no intention of limiting how much they could eat, and they could add more dishes and rice repeatedly.

After discovering this.

Aqir was not polite.

He let go of his stomach and ate and drank a lot.

He was a famous glutton since he was young. His poor family was stretched to the limit by his eating. He was driven out when he was a teenager and had to make a living on his own.

After becoming a soldier, his appetite naturally became better.

He could eat as much as four or five adults in one meal.

He usually restrained himself. Even a strong mercenary soldier could not stand eating twice a day.

He had forgotten the last time he ate so much.

Today, he finally tasted this taste again.