Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

Rhine Town, Old Charlie Tavern.

In the dim hall, Hood sat on a stool, savoring the food carefully prepared by Emma and Bertha.

Since being brought from the manor to Rhine Town, the two women have been arranged to be responsible for the food of the robbers in the tavern.

After many careful tests, Hood was satisfied with their performance and gradually developed some trust in them.

Across the table, Jeff, who had become an elite robber, stood there respectfully.

When he saw Hood finish the last bite of cheese bread, he lowered his voice and reported: "Boss, there are no other forces in the commercial district except us."

"Well done!" Hood looked at Jeff with appreciation, then poured a glass of beer and handed it to him to express his praise.

"Thank you, boss!" Jeff took the glass and drank it respectfully.

"Well, now Gary has lost his value to us, so we can get rid of him." Hood gave the order calmly.

"Understood, boss." Jeff nodded in response.

Hodder tapped the table lightly, thought deeply for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "How many people do you have now?"

"Not counting the brothers, there are more than 80 people." Jeff replied with a hint of pride on his face.

"How many people can obey all our orders?" Hodder asked, with a sharp look in his eyes.

Hearing this question, Jeff hesitated for a while, frowned slightly, and thought carefully about the answer. After a while, he lowered his head and whispered: "About half."

"Well, half of the people..." Hodder nodded thoughtfully, his tone slightly prolonged, as if he was weighing something in contemplation.

Looking at the increasingly majestic Hood, Jeff felt nervous and swallowed his saliva. He hurriedly explained: "Boss, most of the people who are loyal to us are from the slums. They have experienced hardships and are loyal and grateful to our organization. Moreover, these people are fierce, dare to fight and fight, and are willing to give everything for the organization."

"And the rest joined us when we conquered other gangs. Most of them were members of rival gangs and chose to surrender under our strong pressure.

Although they now obey our orders on the surface, their loyalty may be questionable. These people are old-timers with active minds. If they really do something, I don't trust them."

After listening to Jeff's explanation, Hood nodded to show his understanding. He understood that compared with the members recruited from the slums, the conquered gang members are often more difficult to fully trust.

After thinking for a long time, Hod said, "Find a way to get rid of these people, and try to recruit people from the slums in the future."

"We don't need people who are not loyal to us, Jeff, do you understand?" Hod looked at Jeff in front of him seriously and asked seriously.

Jeff met Hod's sharp eyes and nodded slightly to show his understanding.

Hod continued, "Let those people be dealt with by the senior robbers under your command. I think they will soon be able to advance. Don't waste their lives." As he said, he knocked on the table lightly.

"Understood!" Jeff responded, and then stood aside respectfully, waiting for further instructions.

Not long after, Kuhn, Nakov and Dillonka also walked into the tavern.

According to the previous arrangement, Kuhn was responsible for managing the trading market, Nakov was responsible for the slums, and Dillonka was responsible for the slave market.

As soon as the three entered the tavern, they saluted Hod, then walked to the table and began to report on their respective work progress.

Kuhn spoke first, and his dull voice sounded: "Boss, there is only one gang left in the trading market. It is expected that they will be completely eliminated tomorrow!" His expression was firm and his tone was full of confidence.

"The slave market will be taken down soon." Dilronka said.

Finally, it was Nakov, but he looked embarrassed and hesitated: "Boss, I may not be able to take down the slums."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted the attention of Jeff, Kuhn and others. They looked at Nakov in surprise, wondering why he would say such a thing.

But the mood on Hod's face did not change because of this sentence. He just looked at Nakov quietly and asked softly: "What difficulties are there?"

As if he felt the surprised eyes of his companions, Nakov gritted his teeth and chose to tell the truth, saying: "The gangsters in the slums are all crazy. They are more cruel than us. During this period of time, many of the people I recruited were killed by them, and some were directly chopped off by them to threaten other people in the slums, so that theyDon't dare to join my gang." His voice was full of helplessness and frustration.

"I can't recruit people now, and I can only rely on my brothers to barely maintain the current territory, but it won't be long before we will be forced out of the slums by them." Nakov sighed, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, boss, I disappoint you. "Narkov's voice became low and hoarse, and he lowered his head with shame on his face. He knew that his failure had brought great trouble to the team, and his heart was full of self-blame and guilt.

"Dong...Dong..."

The hall was filled with rhythmic knocking sounds. Hood's fingers tapped lightly on the table. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

And the four robbers in charge of their respective areas began to beat faster with the regular knocking sounds, as if they were about to jump out of their chests.

Suddenly, the knocking stopped abruptly, and the whole room fell into silence.

Hood slowly opened his eyes, raised his head, and stared at Narkov with a sharp gaze. Surprisingly, there was no dissatisfaction or anger on his face, but a gentle and kind smile.

"Narkov, how do you need me to help you? "Hod asked softly, his tone full of care and understanding.

Originally, when he heard Nakov say those words, Hod's heart surged with a strong sense of dissatisfaction.

But after some thinking, he gradually realized that these robbers were no longer just a string of cold data, they were now real beings with life and emotions.

In this case, he could no longer simply expect them to execute his orders without error like treating the characters in the game.

"Boss, I wonder if you can send me some more people. If the brothers are here, I promise to take over the slums." Perhaps feeling Hod's concern, Nakov mustered up the courage and raised his head.

"Okay." Hod smiled and nodded, then clapped his hands.

The next second, more than a dozen senior robbers came down from the second floor, holding one-handed battle axes, their eyes full of bloodthirsty emotions.

"Let them go with you." Hod said softly.

"Thank you, boss! "

Seeing the appearance of these dozen veteran robbers, Nakov suddenly became excited, and he expressed his gratitude to Hod with a choked voice.