Start as Inherited Baroness

"Sir, the Battle Axe Mercenary Guild was founded by the feudal knight Damiller, and is a gathering place for mercenary groups.

It is easier to recruit mercenaries in the Battle Axe Village. Currently, there are at least a thousand mercenaries in the village, and the tavern business is very hot.

In addition, I heard that Baron Werir married the daughter of Knight Damiller." Ai Lei responded.

"Oh, that's it."

Simon nodded. This Damiller might be Werir's investor, similar to Kelair.

But he acted a little high-profile, set up a mercenary guild, and gathered so much power, which inevitably attracted a little attention.

There may be more disputes in the future, but this matter has nothing to do with Simon, it is Werir's headache.

"I am willing to hire you. As for the conditions, Knight Ai Lei told you, right?"

He looked at the two mercenary leaders again and smiled lightly.

"Thank you for your trust, Lord Baron!

We all know that for a one-month escort contract, we will pay seven golden eagles. Please pay three deposits first.

If any mercenaries are killed, we must compensate them three times. After the number of mercenaries is reduced by 20%, we can retreat on our own."

The leader of the Thorn Mercenary Group spoke first. The three times compensation he mentioned is three times the personal salary of the killed mercenaries.

This is also the industry rule born from the long-term cooperation between the mercenary groups and their employers.

It can prevent employers from sending them to die to a certain extent.

"Respected Lord Baron! We are the same." The leader of the Porcupine Mercenary Group also said.

"No problem, let's do it! Mai Lan, give them the deposit and set off!" Simon nodded and shouted.

"Yes!" Mai Lan responded, took out six golden eagles from the pouch on his waist, divided them into two parts, and threw them to the two mercenary leaders.

Listening to the crisp sound from the pouch, there are obviously still a lot in it, at least dozens.

"Thank you, Lord Baron!" The mercenary leaders expressed their gratitude and then called their mercenaries to follow the team.

Simon now has a better understanding of the hiring prices in the mercenary market. There are huge differences depending on the mission.

The cheapest is the border protection contract, because this kind of mission is usually safer. If you can't win, you can run away, and there are usually fortresses to defend.

The second is the escort contract, which fluctuates more. The mercenary leaders usually make bids after judging the risks.

Simon's side already has more than 400 people. It seems that the danger during the escort is not high, so they don't dare to ask for a high price.

The highest price is the attack mission of the designated target, which usually requires dozens of golden eagles, and there are also cases of hundreds or even hundreds of golden eagles.

This kind of mission is not common for mercenaries. The risk is very high, but the benefits are indeed high.

In a blink of an eye, it was a few days later.

Simon's team passed the Water Gorge Territory and came to the Long Wild Territory further north. This is also a land that has not been divided out.

The area is as high as more than 2,000 square kilometers, which is larger than the Yongyi Territory and the Fearless Territory combined.

It was just a plain, covered with weeds and bushes, without any hills or forests, and the land was yellow and relatively barren.

"This place is good for raising horses."

Simon rode slowly on his horse, looking around, thinking to himself.

Several hours passed like this, and it was afternoon, approaching dusk.

The team camped on a flat ground, and the soldiers were busy clearing bushes and collecting firewood.

Some went to the river to fetch water and started to cook.

Those who couldn't wait took out the black bread from their pouches, sawed off a small piece and put it in their mouths and chewed it firmly.

But at this time, there was a sudden commotion in the team.

Many soldiers picked up their weapons and gathered together, forming an array, looking in a certain direction.

"Sir! Look over there!" Mai Lan pointed to the east and exclaimed.

"Why panic! It's just a wasteland giant!

Tell the soldiers to disperse, don't gather in groups, spearmen in front, archers behind!

Let the mercenaries take the lead!" Simon had already spotted the uninvited guests and ordered calmly.

The visitors were several giants carrying wooden clubs.

They walked to the outskirts of the camp as if taking a walk, glanced a few times, and one of them said in a muffled voice: "Exchange things!"

Then, the slightly shorter wasteland giant at the back walked to the front and put down the backpack.

Simon looked from a distance, it seemed to be some yellow-white blocks, but he couldn't see what they were.

"Baron, there are giants who want to exchange things." The leader of the Thorn Mercenaries ran over to report.

And the leading wasteland giant also cast his eyes over here.

It seemed to be quite smart, and there was no ignorance in its eyes. It even knew a little bit of the kingdom's common language.

"Ask them what they want to exchange and what they brought?" Simon breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Sir, it seems to be cheese made from mammoth milk." The leader of the Thorn Mercenaries responded.

Then he ran back and shouted, "What do you want?!"

The leading Wasteland Giant raised his hand and pointed at the rye on a carriage, then stretched out five fingers.

The leader of the Thorn Mercenaries nodded, immediately ran to Simon and reported back, "Sir, they seem to want to use that basket of cheese to exchange for five carts of rye."

Simon thought for a while and asked, "Do you know the Wasteland Giants? Can we bargain?"

"This... I don't know, we can try, it seems that we can communicate." He hesitated for a while and said so.

"Okay, you go ask and give them three carts." Simon nodded.

He ran back again and shouted, "My master said that five carts are too many, and I can only give three carts!"

The leader of the wasteland giants did not bargain when he heard this, and nodded in agreement, and then stared at the noble flags in the camp for a while.

He raised his hand and waved, and several giants walked to the carriage, put down the empty backpacks behind them, and began to fill them with rye.

They even raised their heads and put them into their mouths to chew from time to time.

The nags on the side were a little uneasy, but they did not show much fear, which was completely different from their performance when they met wolves.

Maybe the wasteland giants are huge, but they lack that kind of cruel and vicious aura.

"My lord, they agreed, a basket of mammoth cheese in exchange for three carts of rye."

"Okay, bring the cheese over and have a look." Simon looked at the four wasteland giants with interest and said casually.

"Yes! Please wait a moment, sir!" The leader of the Thorn Mercenaries responded and immediately went to work.

Soon, five or six mercenaries brought the cheese, and some of them kept swallowing their saliva, as if this thing was very delicious.

"Have you eaten it?" Simon looked at the large backpack on the ground, which was almost taller than him, and asked with a curious smile.

"Reporting to the lord, I haven't eaten it, but it smells so good." One of the young mercenaries scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Yeah." Simon nodded, and then he got closer to look and smelled it. It was indeed mellow.

And this backpack of mammoth cheese is about 500 to 600 kilograms, which is not expensive to exchange for more than 3,000 kilograms of rye. It's too cheap.

"These big fools don't know how to do business. Why don't we try to trick a few of them into being thugs?"

Simon smiled slightly and thought to himself.