Mercenaries and Adventurers

After Gil finished speaking, he picked up a few small nails again and came to the cowhide that hung down from the carriage just now. The cowhide of the roof part has been nailed, now it's time to remove it.

Iron nails are small in size, but difficult to make. Even the rough nails in his hands were forged by blacksmith apprentices.

Of course, there are more convenient production methods, but it is not a technology that can be used on a large scale by the local blacksmith shop in the level.

Each of the small iron nails in his hand is different, so when Kil uses them, he has to judge how to swing the small wooden hammer to hit them according to the appearance of each iron nail.

Then, Priest Batal chatted with Kil for a while about the possible situation tomorrow morning. After confirming that he could release another wave of 'blessed grain' blessings tomorrow morning, Kil patted the priest on the shoulder.

"As long as you don't make yourself into such a mess like this time, it was just me. If it had been anyone else, the situation would have been messed up after you passed out. It was out of control."

"I'm sorry. Anyway, I have to be more cautious when releasing blessings for the first time. I didn't expect that when I actively provide divine power, the blessing pattern on my chest will not refuse my Saturn's divine power."

Kil also lowered his head and patted the three blessing patterns on his body: "It seems that I have to be careful too. I am different from you. You are a priest of the God of Agriculture. If your divine power is gone, there will be many ways to replenish it. I This divine power of the God of Agriculture was given to me by others. That’s not to say that I can’t supplement it, but compared with a pond like yours, the capacity of my bathtub is far behind.”

The power of the god of agriculture in Kil's body is also responsible for part of the physical recovery function during combat, so it is not indispensable, but it is also a basic part of his combat system.

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After a while, a waitress opened the wooden door from the hall to the backyard and trotted up to Priest Batal: "Priest, the chef has already prepared the stew you asked for for dinner."

"Then I went to eat. Are you sure you've eaten?"

Kil nodded and waved his hand to ask Priest Batal to go eat and not to interfere with his work.

The main part of the carriage's cowhide has been fixed to the hood, and all that's left is to put the thick, waterproof and rainproof linen cloth over the carriage again.

Priest Batal walked into the hotel lobby and, under the guidance of the waitress, walked to a dining table in the middle of the lobby.

"What would you like to drink?" the waitress asked, bending over and smiling.

"Just water will do. After all, it's not convenient to drink alcohol outside."

After saying this, the waitress went to the lobby to ask for wine, asked the hotel steward for a copper cup, and poured a full glass of water.

At this time, the male waiter was holding a tray from the back kitchen. In the large stone bowl on top, the hot stew was bubbling and steaming.

"Ah, so many?"

"Yes, this is my specialty beef stew with wine, added with yoghurt and various vegetables that are easy to stew. It is guaranteed to make you full of strength and refresh after eating."

The fat cook, half of his head peeking out from the back kitchen, was introducing his work confidently, yet timidly.

Priest Batal was hungry. When he smelled the fragrant stew in front of him, he no longer cared about it. He thanked the waitress who brought the water, then picked up the small copper spoon that came with the tray and poured the stew into it. Sprinkle the spiced surface of the dish and stir it up.

The yoghurt melted by the heat is like grease and blends into the stew when stirred with the spoon, and the chopped spices stick to the surface of the dark red wine-flavored beef of a suitable size.

Scoop up a spoonful of beef and put it in your mouth.

Priest Batal closed his eyes in emotion.

He nodded solemnly, approving the taste of the food, and then started chewing.

The fat cook was very excited. One look at this powerful priest and he was very satisfied with his work. So he looked at the hotel steward proudly and raised his chin.

The steward smiled and said nothing.

Then Priest Batal picked up the steaming half-rolled wheat cake just out of the oven next to the stew. He picked it up with his hands without fear of burning it. He rolled it a little and took a bite of beef, a bite of wheat cake, another bite of soft vegetables, and a bite of wheat cake. cake.

Even the large wheat cake could not bear to be eaten by Priest Batal, and it soon disappeared from the priest's mouth.

Then when eating another wheat cake, the priest tore the wheat cake into several pieces, dipped it in the stew, scooped it up with a wooden spoon, and swallowed the wheat cake with the slightly sour and fragrant stew juice.

The beef was eaten first, and then the wheat cakes were eaten with the stew juice. Finally, the spoon in the priest's hand was scooping quickly, and spoonfuls of the stew were put into the mouth.

"Whoa-"

After eating a small pot of stew and two freshly baked wheat cakes, Priest Batal's face turned red and his whole body felt warm and comfortable.

He picked up the water on the side and drank half the glass in one gulp. He was finally full.

Although the original weakness was still there, after all, the lost divine power could not be restored by just eating a meal. He would also need to continue to pray to the gods and heal the injured in the future to replenish the divine power.

As for relying on the prayers and beliefs of many believers to convert divine power, the believers in the village under his jurisdiction don't know where they are suffering at the moment. Of course, it is impossible now.

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At almost midnight, Bloodtusk yawned and walked out of the hotel. He said hello to Keir who was practicing sword practice with a wooden sword and a small wooden shield in the backyard, planning to change his shift for the night.

Although they spent the night in a hotel within the level, their carriage was not fully enclosed, and it was not locked for protection, so someone had to keep an eye on the luggage on the carriage at all times.

As for the caravan carriages owned by other merchants, they either rent a special warehouse near the hotel yard to store important goods, or half of the goods in the carriage are packed in large locked wooden boxes, and the wooden boxes are tightly packed The rope bundles were tied very tightly to the freight wagon.

With the hotel staff occasionally patrolling and checking, it is not easy to lose things.

"Okay, let me finish this training."

Although it was midnight, Kiel was shirtless, wearing only a pair of leather pants and cowhide boots.

He kept moving sideways around the unloaded carriage, either left or right, suddenly approaching, or retreating rapidly, with no rules or rules at all.

Moreover, the small wooden shield used for training on the left hand is also mysterious. When attacking forward this time, the shield did not match the wooden sword on the right hand. Instead, it was placed in front of the sword for tight defense when retreating. When attacking next time, the shield took the lead, and waving the shield looked more like It's like wielding a heavy weapon, cutting and blocking, changing back and forth several times.

And the wooden sword that has been disappearing often appears in unexpected places, like a snake, and then disappears as soon as it touches the front.

It may seem weird, but a knowledgeable warrior will know at a glance that Kil is very difficult to deal with.

This was because Kiel considered that it was late at night, and it was still an unfamiliar public environment, so it was not easy to practice combat simulation training with the blessing of life energy. But even so, Kil still feels that he can easily defeat himself last year using only a wooden sword and a wooden shield.

Not only the increase in combat experience, but also the gradual increase in the knight's life energy has actually affected his body as Knight Crow said.

Even without using life energy, his strength is gradually increasing.

He can run faster, jump farther and higher, and has stronger wrist strength. He used to be unable to lift a bandit with one hand, but now Kil feels that he can lift people one by one and throw them out without any problem.

Not to mention wearing a full-covering iron armor, with solid protection for safety, Kil felt that if he hit the wooden and earthen walls of an ordinary house, it would be the wall that fell, not himself.

He confirmed this.

As for the enhancement and strengthening of life energy, according to Crow Knight, one must first eat enough monster meat and conduct a lot of whole-body training to fully integrate the actual nutrients in the monster meat into the body and create a supersaturated state in the body. state of life energy.

Subsequent training will allow the body to gradually adapt to more life energy, each time it will be more than the previous time, and each time it will be more than the previous time.

In this way, the final saturation state of life energy in the entire body will reach its peak about half a year after the start.

Generally speaking, nobles will stop here. At this time, their bodies will be several times stronger than ordinary people, and their abilities in all aspects will have several times advantages. This is enough for them to show the people under different governance.

The physical advantage of a noble enough to crush ordinary people.

The vast majority of nobles stopped here because of their status and time and energy.

And knights, such as Knight Crow and Knight Rumi, who rely on force and violence to survive, will further conduct various technical training on life energy.

Kil scratched his head. He was not sure whether Knight Crow would teach him these important knightly skills. There was no other way. Kil felt that he could only do his best to express himself in the subsequent battles.

To win the love of Knight Crow, who has the dignity and honor of a knight.

Once Knight Crow is satisfied, he will probably be able to receive further instruction.

But to be honest, Kil felt that his own strength was already very strong now. When he thought carefully about the two knights he had communicated with and met all day long, Kil shuddered.

So what do the powerful knights think of the ordinary people who usually surround them?

-

Early the next morning, Kil got out of bed, grabbed a small handful of monster jerky from his pocket, and put it into his mouth.

After locking the door, he knocked on the wooden door of Priest Batal opposite. Just when he was about to hand him over, the steward of the hotel poked his head out from the stairs. When he saw Kil getting up, he leaned over with a flattering smile.

"What's wrong? It's so early in the morning."

Keel asked.

The steward with a mustache pointed in the direction of the hall and said softly: "Sir Knight, there are two Saturn priests waiting for you in the hall. They came early in the morning. It's not easy to rush you two. After getting up, I kept waiting below. And ah."

The steward was mysterious: "A lot of people from the southern provinces gathered outside. Although they didn't block the streets like yesterday, they gathered outside without saying a word. Can you see?"

Kil blinked. He didn't expect it to be really lively this morning. He patted the steward who was much older than him and said, "It's okay. I'll get my companions up. You go tell the two priests to wait."

"Hey, hey."

The steward agreed and ran downstairs quickly. When Kil heard that Priest Batal had unbolted the wooden door of the house, he pushed it open and walked in.

Before he could say anything, Priest Batal grabbed Kil and whispered in a nervous and uneasy voice: "Kiel, look outside at the street! Be careful, don't be seen. They are all people. What should we do now? ?”

Kil carefully came to the window, glanced outside, looked back, and then closed the wooden window directly.

The street outside was full of people, but it was very orderly. There was also a special passage for carriages to walk on the street. The soldiers were grouped at the end of the street, looking like they would take action at any time, but they hadn't taken any action yet.

He shrugged: "Don't panic, just follow the discussion yesterday and release the blessing again. With enough food rations, they should be able to survive for a while. In fact, I think it is best for these people not to gather in the level. If you endure it, go back and look for a way out in the southern provinces."

"What you said is wrong. They just wanted to escape from the southern province because they couldn't stay there. And would anyone really think about going back?"

Priest Batal shook his head. He didn't think anyone would really return to the chaotic southern province before the war ended.

"Just ask."

The two went out, locked it, and walked downstairs.

-

The atmosphere in the lobby was depressing. The large number of southern refugees gathered outside the hotel made everyone in the hotel restless. Moreover, there were two Saturn priests waiting for someone in the lobby at the moment, making everyone even more uncomfortable.

A businessman quietly asked the hotel waiter to deliver the food to his room, and then quickly walked upstairs. When they met Kiel at the stairs, they immediately turned sideways and smiled awkwardly, saying, "Good morning, I just suddenly want to go back to the house to eat."

Kil didn't pay much attention to what this man said. He patted Priest Batal on the shoulder and motioned to the priest to talk to these two people and find out what their purpose was. He walked out of the hall and went to his carriage in the backyard.

Bloodfangster looked energetic and was tying Kiel's first two horses onto the carriage. The other two new prairie horses were waiting aside, with saddles, reins and other items already placed next to the horses.

Kil went up to help, and after getting everyone's horses ready, they got into the hood of the carriage. Entering the dreamland, putting on a full-covering iron armor, Kil returned to the carriage.

Deliberately making some noise, and after waiting for a while, Kil stepped out of the carriage and got out.

Boom, the combat boots made a dull sound when they hit the ground.

Bloody Fangster was happy when he saw it: "You move really fast."

Kil snorted twice, finally clearing up the trouble.

"Two Saturnian priests came to the hotel. I went over to check on the situation. There are many southern people on the street outside waiting for the blessing of Priest Batal. You just wait here for a while. After everything is settled, I will call you When you come out again, we will set off again."

"okay."

Seeing that Bloodfangster agreed, Kil returned to the hall.

-

In the hall, three Saturn priests were gathering in a corner of the hall, whispering something. After Kil came in, he saw Priest Batal asking the two Saturn Priests in the level to check the 'Blessed Grain' blessing on his left chest.

After the two priests confirmed it, their expressions changed from serious to much better.

"How's it going? What problems did the two priests come to see?"

After Keir came over, he asked openly. He didn't find anything to sit on, because he was very heavy wearing armor and weapons, and he couldn't guarantee that ordinary chairs in the hotel could support his weight.

Priest Batal said with excitement: "These two are Priests of Saturn at the White Stone City Wall Level, Priest Herb and Priest Philwus. They heard about what happened last night, and they came here just to provide information." A helping hand.”

The two priests were a man and a woman. They were both very old. They were probably fifty or sixty years old. After seeing Keir coming, he looked surprised.

Kil knew what they were surprised about. Although it was covered by armor, the power of the god of agriculture on Kil's body was still too conspicuous to the priests. He is no longer surprised by this, and is even somewhat used to it.

Anyway, ordinary people can't see it, and even priests from other churches and non-Saturnine Church can't see much.

"These two priests have been providing daily necessities to the people in the south, but you know, after the increase fifty-fold, more and more people are unable to get past this level and can only linger here. Even if they try their best , it can only ensure that some children will not die of hunger."

Priest Batal explained his message to the two local priests, and happened to praise each other once.

"Ashamed, the two of us spoke so softly that we couldn't tell the Lord Knight who was stationed at the checkpoint at all. He didn't care about the suffering of the people. If the situation hadn't been barely sustainable, the troops in the checkpoint would have even driven away the fleeing people. here."

Kil nodded and asked the two priests how to help Priest Batal.

"Yesterday, I asked some familiar people about the situation when Priest Batal released the blessing. The two of us probably judged that his divine power should be exhausted now, so we thought of coming over to provide divine power to help."

Upon hearing this, Keir began to persuade: "Two priests, please think carefully. Blessing the 'Blessed Grain' is not a small magic. Once it is connected to supply the divine power of the God of Agriculture, I heard from Batal that the divine power will They will be drained directly. It’s not impossible not to give it even if you don’t want to give it. You two are not young anymore. You are not as young and strong as Priest Batal. When your divine power is exhausted, you will only faint for a long time and be fine. You See? You two should think about it?"

Although Kiel's words are direct, they are indeed a very real issue. Although the depletion of divine power is not as dangerous for priests as the situation after magicians deplete their magic power, it is still somewhat risky for the elderly priests.

After all, the elderly priests' health and longevity are due to the inner balance and organ health provided by the abundant divine power in their bodies.