Mercenaries and Adventurers

At the same time, in the civilian area on the north side of Dorne Town, [Prosthetic Hand Tavern].

Raul Bint was leaning alone in a remote corner of the pub, drinking alone.

The excitement of winning several gold coins from foreign knights before was no longer visible in him at this time. This kind of thing could have been something that could be bragged to people in the pub all year round, and at this time yesterday, it was indeed the case.

But after he woke up this morning, he went to the [Fuyu Pod] shop to work as usual, and then he was persuaded by Ms. Fenia, her female assistant, and others who were already waiting there. thug guy blocking.

He was told something. Barney the Mountain Wolf had been killed by the foreign knight a few days ago.

"Then you should take revenge? Why did you get so close to that young knight? And you generously gave all the food in the store to that %￥ knight."

Raul looked indignant and loyal to seek justice for the dead "coyote" Barney.

In fact, his relationship with Barney the Mountain Wolf is very weak, just because he worked as a black dealer selling stolen goods for a period of time for the leader of the bandit gang in the early days, and he was also one of the black dealers selling stolen goods, and under his old friend - Fernie After Ms. Ya's business road hotel opened, he was abandoned. It was Ms. Fenia who felt sorry for him and kept him from telling others about Barney the Mountain Wolf that she placed him in the town of Dorne to manage the food store.

"That's a matter between me and Barney, and has nothing to do with you, an outsider."

Ms. Fenea was supported by several thugs standing with their arms crossed, so her tone of voice was very different from before.

"Besides, the key to the problem is not that Barney and his gang were defeated and killed by the knights. You are a smart man, Raul. Can you tell me what the key is now?"

When Ms. Fenia was talking, the thugs and guys were all staring at Raul, the store steward, with expressions of excitement and the prospect of making a big fortune on their faces.

"Uh, yes." Just as he was about to speak, Raul, the steward, realized something. He paused, frowned and began to think. His early experience as a black businessman and dealing with bandits quickly told him the answer.

His eyes lit up and he said loudly: "It's the wealth of 'Mountain Wolf' Barney!"

But he frowned again, stared at Ms. Fenia and asked: "But wasn't he defeated by the foreign ￥% knight? I saw him and his people outside the town dealing with various items seized from the bandits' lair. goods and commodities.”

"You're making a lot of money out of this, right? I know Raul."

Ms. Fenia moved her fingers, and immediately someone brought a wooden chair for the lady to sit and talk.

The empty shop echoed the lady's confident words: "But sometimes the eyes can be deceiving, my friends. When you are obscured by things on the surface, the real secrets and treasures inside are with you and you." Sadly missed.”

The thugs and store clerks with little education could only scratch their heads in response to these words, pretending that they seemed to understand, but not completely.

As for Raul, the steward standing at the door of the store, his eyes rolled around: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, as a person involved, I know clearly that the knight failed to find Barney's lair. In fact, he was killed by the knight at the plunder cave stronghold near the trade route. That idiot, Jiuji I have formed a gang of thieves who have persisted until now, and I think that the team that can defeat the knights wants to sell those people."

The lady shook her head. The end result was naturally a huge defeat for the bandits.

"But Barney's real lair is in the mountains. He doesn't build his lair near the trade road like other bandits. And the knight doesn't have time to take people into the mountains to take away the goods that fill the entire cave. He Having killed all of Barney’s men, as well as Barney himself, he had no idea where that place was.”

At this point, the conversation between smart people no longer needs any explanation. Ms. Fenia raised her chin and said with a smile: "Raul, you and I have known each other for a few years. Barney also owed you something before. So, it’s time for everyone to enjoy his legacy.”

The words were very clear, and the thugs and store clerks who had been persuaded in advance also looked confident and couldn't wait to set off.

Raul, the steward, was moved. He could probably estimate how much wealth it was. The name of Barney the Mountain Wolf and his cunning plundering methods had always been famous around the town of Dorne.

But he hasn't ventured out much in several years. The peaceful life in the city seems to have quietly taken away his courage at some point.

"Uh, can you allow me to think about it? I promise to give you an answer within a few days, how about that?"

Steward Raul said hesitantly.

It seemed that Raul would eventually back down, and Ms. Fenia, who had always been confident, was also a little surprised. But she likes accidents, and accidents are good, because if it weren't for the accident, she would probably still be being abused in the cave.

The lady didn't waste any words on Raul's consideration and waved her hand directly.

Immediately, the store thugs who saw her actions rushed forward and pushed Raul to the ground who was trying to escape. At the same time, the store clerks also quickly went around from both sides, closed the store door, and cut off the attack. No possibility of anyone escaping.

Looking at the middle-aged steward whose hands and feet were being held down by several people—those store thugs did not use less force because Raul was their previous steward—Ms. Fenia leaned forward slightly: "Although I am asking you , but the news cannot be leaked in advance. Therefore, you have no choice but to join in, and either make a fortune with the big guys, or you can only become a corpse."

Steward Raul's eyes widened.

"After all, only corpses don't speak and reveal secrets."

Ms. Fenea said with a smile.

Raul, the manager, was not a tough guy. He immediately agreed after hearing this. He lay on the ground and shouted, "I agree, I won't consider it anymore, let's leave now!!!"

"Hahahaha, we can't leave now. After all, we can't carry back the robbed goods in the cave just on our shoulders, right? The food and water on the road, the horse-drawn carriages and donkey carts and fodder, at night Camping tents, torches, as well as the swords and hunting bows that must be brought to the mountains and forests. These things must be prepared before setting off. "

Having said this, Ms. Fenia stretched out a milk-white hand and waved towards the steward Raul: "I heard that you made a contract with that knight yesterday and earned three gold coins? I think you must Are you willing to donate this money to provide a little firewood for everyone’s future prosperous life?”

Asking him to risk his life, the steward Raul reluctantly agreed after being forced to do so, but asking for the money in his pocket was a matter of principle and he could never agree.

"No! This is the money I earned legally yesterday! That is my wealth, I don't agree! Shop! By the way, there is a shop! We are short of money, we can mortgage this shop for money, it must be enough, we are ready to go various material expenses.”

Ms. Feniya's face changed slightly. She had already mortgaged the store, and of course it was impossible to find someone to mortgage it again. After all, there are not many chambers of commerce that accept shop mortgages, and they exchange information at any time, just to avoid rogue methods of arrogating money multiple times.

So she immediately made up an explanation: "Impossible, [surplus pods] are an important factor for us to gather here today. Without it, you and I would be just strangers everywhere on the street. In order to prevent the team from breaking up and fighting among themselves at any time in the future, the store cannot be sold. Nor can it be mortgaged!"

This statement seemed to make some sense. Whether Raul believed it or not, at least the thugs and guys with little education were convinced.

When they saw that the steward Raul was unwilling to pay, they were not polite. Several thugs who had been bandits before immediately used the body search technique that they had not used for a long time and turned over all the coins from the body of the steward Raul who was pressed to the ground. out.

"Ma'am, that's all I found."

A thug handed over the money, and the girl who had been following Ms. Fenea stepped forward as a maid to take a large handful of scattered coins.

She counted quickly: "Sister, I only have two gold, eight silver and thirty-three copper coins."

Ms. Fenia snorted coldly: "You had a good time last night, right? You can't keep money." Steward Raul's face turned red and he lowered his head. Others were quite envious and wanted to be like the steward yesterday. They had a great time in the town, but they had no money.

But the lady changed her tone again: "But it doesn't matter. I guarantee that after this is done, everyone here will be able to have as much fun every night in the town as our manager did last night, right, Mr. Bint?" "

The middle-aged manager smiled coquettishly: "Yes, yes, it will definitely work."

But he watched in pain as Lady Fenea put his money into her purse.

"Let him go. Mr. Bint, now that your money has come out, and there is a lot of it, I will take people out to purchase supplies now. If you don't want your investment property to disappear like a stone thrown into the water, Silently. Just keep your mouth shut, understand?"

"Yes ma'am, I understand."

Raul, the steward, was let go, but he was dejected, lost his money, and felt even more exhausted than last night's fight with the two girls from the red house.

In order to ensure safety, Ms. Fenia said to one of the thugs in front of the steward Raul: "In order to let our steward completely concentrate on this matter, you, take a short knife from the store and go to our Mr. Raul is guarding the door of his house. If he betrays us, you will go up and kill his family. Can you do it?"

The thug who was hit licked the corner of his mouth and said with a grin that it was no problem.

Steward Raul lowered his head tremblingly. When he finally raised his head, he had a very forced smile on his face: "I won't tell the truth."

"You better not."

Ms. Fenia looked into Steward Raul's eyes with a cold face and spoke word by word.

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Recalling everything that happened this morning, Raul drank ale with a depressed expression.

The lack of money in his pocket could not stop him from wanting to go out for a drink to relieve his depression, so he did so. Anyway, in the end, the owner of the tavern would either put it on his account or give him a good beating. Hey, give him a good beating. It's best if you take a break, maybe you can avoid a dangerous adventure because of the injury.

Although he was a little drunk, he was a drinker. Sitting in a dark corner of the tavern, he unconsciously heard the conversations of the people around him.

In front, two shop assistants in shabby clothes were talking.

"Have you heard? A famous hunter from the north is here to challenge us! He is said to be the best at shooting eagles in the whole kingdom!"

"Really? Have you never heard of such a number one person?"

"Really, everyone is spreading the word, it's definitely not wrong. And I also heard from our manager that the people above are not angry and are planning to choose someone to defeat him. Even if he can't win in the skill competition, it's impossible for that guy to brag about it in the town. ,￥%￥￥, it’s best to find a place and break his hands so that he dares to say such words.”

"It's useless. They won't find any priest to treat him. After all, a famous hunter is probably not short of money. How can he be like us little people? My father repaired the roof of our house and broke his leg last year. Now he is still waiting. What’s the notice from the priest, when will he be notified and when will he go to have his leg treated?”

Elsewhere, several people were playing cards in the best-lit area of ​​the tavern. They were playing a folk chess and card entertainment called Monster Cards.

Use a small wooden sign dyed in a solid color to stand in a groove on the table, or you can just keep it buckled if you don't have any conditions. Each person has ten random monster cards with different styles, and the big ones eat the small ones, and the monsters eat the monsters to compete in order.

It is said that it is a monster card, but it is not just monsters. Among the dozens of wooden cards, there are at least twenty farmer cards and merchant cards mixed in. The farmer card is the smallest, but if you have at least two cards in your hand, you can combine them to fight the lowest monster card.

But since each person can only play one wooden card at a time, if he wants to combine the farmer cards, he can only play them continuously. The farmer cards he has already played and the farmer cards being played are counted together.

Therefore, as long as there are many farmer cards, they will be weaker at the beginning and then become stronger and stronger.

After reaching five farmer cards, no matter how many other players play Warcraft cards, they will be no match for five farmer cards.

There are fewer Hongshang cards. Every time they are played, you can exchange a monster card from the wooden cards that everyone has played back into your hand.

Of course, the Hongshang brand is now invalid. I don’t know if this is a mockery of businessmen who trade with monsters on the business road to exchange money with their lives.

The monster cards are several types of monster cards of different sizes. The power of the monster cards is divided according to the size of humans. A monster as big as one person is the weakest, and a monster as big as two people is slightly stronger. A three-person monster, this one is more powerful.

As well as four-person-sized monsters, and a Warcraft card that is larger than all monster cards.

In a deck of Warcraft cards, there are only four fixed Warcraft cards, and there may be additions and subtractions in other places. These four kinds of monsters are all well-known in folklore, causing heavy casualties to people in a place.

Interestingly, a new type of Warcraft card recently added to the southern province is actually the Warcraft beast of a brave knight in the invading army of the southern neighbor, a huge flaming salamander whose whole body is on fire.

According to some deserters who returned from defeat last year, the southern neighbor has an elite army that can set fire and walk in flames. The leading knight is riding a huge flaming salamander.

These monster drinkers were playing cards and talking, but what they were talking about was the new news they had heard.

"Hey! I heard that if you keep different birds in your home, your luck at the gambling table will be different? Have you heard this news?"

A person reluctantly plays a farmer card. As the weakest card, its combat power is not calculated directly, but its power is calculated based on the number of farmer cards played.

Another person played an undead zombie as a test card: "I heard, I also heard that raising parrots at home will make the house noisier. And raising bluebirds will make the cooking more delicious?"

Another person directly hit a deadwood crocodile, ate the former's undead corpse, and covered the card: "Then do you know which one can increase your luck with cards? Or gambling luck?"

"You wouldn't say anything if you knew it, right? After all, everyone at the poker table has increased their luck, so that doesn't mean there has been no increase."

"That's true." The last person who spoke hit a giant worm and ate the former's deadwood crocodile.

"How can you play cards like this? Do you understand that you have to keep the big cards behind? I think even if you raise a bird, you will definitely always lose at cards."

"You control me, I'm happy!"

In a daze, the steward Raul smiled when he heard this, picked up a small fried fish on the plate in front of him, and brought it to his mouth to chew. He heard the chat between the bartender and the tavern owner not far away.

"I know today that something is whining quietly under the window of my house every night, disturbing people's sleep. What exactly is causing trouble!"

The tavern owner leaned against the barrel angrily, slapped the barrel and complained to the bartender.

"Aren't they spring cats? Usually they are in heat and courting a mate, right?"

The bartender picked up an oak wine glass from the wooden basin filled with water and wiped the inside and outside of the wine glass clean with a dry cloth.

The tavern owner waved his hand: "It can't be a cat. It's not like there are no cats in my house. I can still hear the difference in the sounds. Do you know?" He lowered his voice.

Raul, the steward, had to put his hands on his ears before he heard the tavern owner's voice.

"You know, I just heard someone say today that it's not just my baby that's crying, nor is it a cat in heat. In fact, it's..."

The sound from behind became quieter again, and Raul, the steward, couldn't hear it at all.

He laughed at himself, he was in a lot of troubles, and he was still curious about what he was doing.

So he shook his head and took a sip of ale.

At this time, a young man came in from the front entrance of the pub. This man walked directly to the bar, first ordered a glass of wine, and then said to the bartender in a slightly louder voice than normal: "Hey, have you heard that in our town? A long-tailed cat alien that walks upright recently came here, right?"

The bartender poured the wine and followed the customer's words and said: "I've heard about this. In addition, the latest news is that these alien guys were originally planning to make some money in the gambling arena. After all, they seemed to be quite powerful. But last night They got into trouble and were driven out of the fighting ring."

A drunken drinker next to him also said dissatisfiedly: "Besides, the fighting arena is closed. I don't know when it will open again. It's so boring."

The young man shrugged: "That's not what I'm talking about. You know, I heard people say that those cats that walk upright and talk and curse are actually messengers of the wilderness. If you encounter them in the wild, you can seek shelter and survive." Woolen cloth."

"It's possible." The drunken drinker said: "I saw them last time in the fighting arena. They were really ￥%￥ powerful. I don't think ten of them could beat one of those damn alien cats. , they are so nimble! And their tails are very long.”

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Raul, the manager, was moved in his heart. He thought that since the aliens who were driven out of the fighting arena were so powerful, could Ms. Fenia hire some of them? Moreover, because they were aliens, not only would they cost a lot of money, Not many, and there's no danger of them getting in trouble.

After all, how can alien cats judge the value of human commodities?

Thinking of this, Raul, the steward, stopped drinking. He opened his mouth and shouted to the tavern owner that the expenses would be charged to his account. He didn't care whether he knew the tavern owner or not, and walked directly out of the tavern.

It can only be said that he was lucky. The tavern owner happened to go to the same red house with the steward Raul last night to relax. He recognized Raul and knew that he was quite rich. So he didn't chase after him, waved his hand, and wrote down Raoul's expenses for food and drink in his notebook.

[The manager of 'Fu Yu Dou Pod' is unfamiliar and rich. On the evening of x month x day, he owes seven copper and six iron coins. 】