Lord of the North

"My lord, is it really okay for us to go this way?"

Gareth looked at the clothes on himself and Jason with some confusion. They were just ordinary civilian clothes. If they weren't physically strong, they might still feel very cold.

"Only by getting close to them and understanding them can we formulate a more appropriate management plan."

Jason tidied up his clothes, and then put on a big bamboo hat. This time he didn't bring Beowulf out, not even the guards.

After several major cleansings, the law and order in Libya is very good.

"I understand, my lord." Gareth grimaced. The mercenary hall was mixed with fish and dragons. I was afraid that you would be in danger.

"Why aren't there even our guards here?" Jason couldn't help frowning as he looked outside the door of the somewhat chaotic hall. Why aren't there even soldiers here to maintain order?

"Because the mercenary organization was organized spontaneously at first, I didn't interfere too much. I just sent people to gather them together."

Gareth responded with some embarrassment. Yesterday he was praised for the construction of the mercenary hall, and today he was blamed for the mismanagement, which made him feel a little ashamed.

"Let's go in and have a look." Jason shook his head when he heard the words. Gareth still didn't pay much attention to this place, so he walked into the door of the hall after speaking.

Gareth hurried to follow, today he had to act as a guard to prevent someone from bumping into him.

"It's really messy here." Jason couldn't bear to look directly after entering the door.

All kinds of tables and benches were placed irregularly, and dozens of mercenaries gathered in groups of four or five, drinking and punching, and the whole hall was in chaos.

And the staff at the front desk in the hall just watched them making trouble here quietly, as long as no one was named, they would not ask for trouble, because there were no soldiers here, and these mercenaries would feel a little unscrupulous.

There are also several merchants who are checking the mission records of these mercenaries at the front desk, wanting to select a few teams with good reputation to guard their caravans.

"It is necessary to carry out rectification and management here, and to send troops to station, but also to send experts to sit in the town to prevent people from causing trouble here, and in the future, a part of the intermediary fee can be properly extracted."

Jason took Gareth to find an empty corner in the hall and sat down.

Looking at the chaotic scene, he whispered.

"Yes, my lord, I'll make arrangements as soon as I get back." Gareth replied in a low voice, and then continued: "But there are security patrols in the commercial area, and if something happens here, they will come over immediately."

"We will promote and expand this mercenary industry in the future. He will definitely bring us unexpected benefits and benefits."

Jason's eyes shone brightly. If this form of organization could expand to every town in the north of Lopez, or even every town in the world, it would become a terrifying intelligence network.

In addition, the collection of intermediary fees can also bring huge economic benefits to Jason.

"Brat, don't you have eyes when you walk?"

At this moment, there was a loud bang not far away, accompanied by a rough voice, Jason and Gareth couldn't help turning their heads to look over.

A tall man about two meters tall was drunk, standing there condescendingly looking down at a skinny boy who looked like a teenager who fell on the ground.

There was also a big footprint on the boy's clothes, and Jason couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene.

The boy clutched his stomach and slowly got up, lowered his head and said softly to the big man, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I... I can make compensation."

"I'm sorry?" The big man sneered, and then shouted again: "I'm sorry, is it useful?"

After speaking, he raised his foot and gave the boy another kick. The boy was kicked two or three meters away, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and a water-blue gemstone pendant was exposed in his arms.

It's just that he hid it again with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, but unfortunately he was still seen by the big man. At this time, he was much more awake.

"Huh? Give me the thing in your arms, and that's all." He pointed at the boy's chest and said, his eyes were full of greed.

"Glenn, come back to me!"

A calm big man who was drinking at the same table as the big man said in a deep voice that this place is next to the commercial area, and if there is trouble, he will be taken away: "Don't make trouble here!"

"Brother, wait a moment." Grant was blinded by greed.

"Impossible!" The boy bit his lip and pleaded with eyes full of eyes: "I can give this to you, just let me go."

He stretched out the hand he had been holding tightly in front of the big man, and there were more than a dozen copper coins lying inside.

"Oh, poor child." A middle-aged man beside Jason couldn't help but sighed when he saw this scene.

"Uncle, can you tell me what happened here?" Jason asked, handing over a silver coin.

"Of course!" The middle-aged uncle quickly took the silver coin and stuffed it into his pocket, then smiled all over his face.

"This kid is called Jerome. He just came to the town last month. He also has a father who is seriously ill. Life is very difficult, but he is quite capable. He helps some merchants and other things to do small jobs. From time to time, he brings I came to the business district with money to buy some herbs. Later, some mercenaries in the hall would sell some herbs obtained outside in order to avoid the merchants from lowering the price, and the price was quite low. Since then, Jerome Tom became a regular here.”

After the middle-aged uncle finished speaking in one breath, he couldn't help taking a sip of his wine: "Just now, the poor little fellow Jerome accidentally knocked over Gulen's wine, so it became what you see now , that's all I know."

After listening, Jason couldn't help but exchanged glances with Gareth. Of course, this kind of thing can't be blamed on the rulers. They are rulers, not philanthropists.

"Tch, are you sending the beggar?" Grant slapped the copper coin in Jerome's hand to the ground in disdain, and reached out to grab the necklace hidden around his neck.

"Snapped!"

It's just that his outstretched hand was slapped away.

"Who? Dare to meddle in Grandpa's business?" Ge Lan was furious as he clutched his painful hands, and turned his head to glare at the person who came.

"If you don't leave now, you will never leave." The visitor held a silver coin in front of the big man.

Of course it was Gareth who slapped his hand away, it's fine if he didn't know, since he met this kind of person, of course he would intervene, Jason still sat in the distance and didn't move.

The uncle next to him had a dull expression on his face. Just now, Gareth suddenly disappeared in front of him, and then appeared next to Glenn.