When Frank walked into the garrison with more than thirty mercenary brothers, he saw a group of lightly armored knights surrounding the door of the garrison station, and when they passed by the group of lightly armored cavalry, he clearly felt the hot gaze of the brothers beside him.

With fine light armor, a long sword shining with silver light, and a tall Odin warhorse, what man wouldn't have his eyes shine when he saw it. Even babbling children can't help but eat dust behind this group of knights.

But what about themselves, shoddy axes, rusty scimitars, and feathered arrows with dull arrows...... Well, there is no comparison at all.

Someday, the Timberwolves mercenary group will have their own mounts. Mercenary Captain Frank thought so.

Like the hussars, Frank had his brothers wait outside the door while he entered the garrison building.

"Hey, look at these guys' horses, look at these thick legs, and look at these full rumps. As Frank walked in, the smiling Garu circled around a lightly armored knight with a curious look on his face. "These are all first-class Odin war horses!"

Little Bird is the shortest and thinnest of the mercenary team, and as his nickname suggests, he is the thinnest of the mercenary group. He had the appearance of a monkey with a sharp beak and held a longbow that did not fit his figure at all, which looked a little funny. I saw him easily shuttling back and forth beside the many war horses, and sometimes, he would pass under the bellies of the war horses with a short body, and the horses were not frightened, like their masters, with a grim expression. "These are all uniform stallions! an Odin mare can sell for ten gold coins, so these stallions ......"

"Fifty gold coins each! Thirty horses here!hmm...... That's a hundred and fifty gold coins!" the foolish Count stood over the topic as if he were a speech, and announced loudly. I saw that he was holding a strange-looking cane, but he never let his cane touch the ground. Only those who are familiar with him know that the cane that looks like an old man will take out the door hides the sharp tip of the gun, and I don't know how many lives have been killed by the tip of the gun...... There's a reason why people call him Count Fool. Two years ago, this self-proclaimed Earl joined Frank's mercenary team to experience life as a real mercenary, and proposed himself to be responsible for counting the mercenary group's financial income and expenditure. At first, everyone was indeed shocked by his aristocratic demeanor, but when this so-called "earl" took charge of the finances for a month, everyone found that they were not far from the brink of bankruptcy...... In short, everyone was suspicious at that time that it was this guy who was full of aristocratic pre-lighting to embezzle the team's commissions, however, after they got to know this so-called "earl" in depth, they completely discovered that he was a fool!

Have you ever seen an earl who buys a sweet potato for a gold coin?

Have you ever seen a count who buys a bag of rum for a gold coin?

Have you ever seen an earl who buys a basket of apples for a gold coin?

If you haven't seen it, then please join Frank's mercenary group, you will definitely be shocked by this spend-of-money earl! At that time, the mercenaries still remember the scene when they interrogated this "earl", and they will never forget what this earl said - as a high-ranking nobleman, of course, you can't be stingy with the gold coins in your hand!

The mercenaries only replied to him with two words - fuck your father's nobles! Is that your fucking gold?

In the end, they kept the "Count" in bed for a whole month, stripped him of his financial powers, and labeled him a foolish earl...... Until now, the Count of Fools has not paid off the debt he owed to the mercenary group two years ago......

"Everyone else calls you a stupid earl, why don't you have self-knowledge, don't play with your arithmetic skills here! Fifty gold coins for one Odin warhorse, two for one hundred, three for one hundred and fifty, four for two hundred, and five for ......"

"Don't check! You're two hundred and five! It's going to be dark when you're done!" the black toad interrupted Little Yellow Fur's useless work, "Let's stay away from these cavalry, we stink, and everyone has a disgusted expression." ”

Little Yellow Fur does not have pure blonde hair like the usual Odin, and his yellow and blue hair seems to signal that he is malnourished. I saw that he was still counting his fingers seriously. "Ten horses are five hundred, and eleven horses are six hundred...... Huh, no, no, no, do it all over again, fifty horses, two horses, ......."

At this time, a middle-aged man in light armor walked out of the garrison, and he ordered to the group of light armored cavalry: "Put away all the swords, we just go and drive away some hellish debris, and chase them away like flies." ”

"Hey, do you need our help!" the smiling Garu showed his weird-looking smile and said to the middle-aged man, "Our timberwolves mercenary group is specifically responsible for catching flies, and our ...... just now Forehead...... The boss also said that we are a pile of cow dung, yes, it is cow dung hahaha! Maybe you don't need to catch up, you just need to hire us, let us run a lap, and they will run with us hahahahaha!"

The mercenaries laughed, but the middle-aged man and the lightly armored cavalry behind him still had grim expressions.

"Yes, yes, our commission is not high, we only need to pay us an Odin horse!" the little bird replied with a smile.

"Who are you?" asked Grace Guy with a frown, the mayor of Peace Town, looking at the group of obviously malnourished creatures in front of him.

Yes, this middle-aged man who came out of the garrison is the mayor of the town of peace - Grace Gee.

"We are the Timberwolves mercenary group!" the novice mercenary who had just joined the mercenary group suddenly grabbed the words and said. "Your garrison is a bit bad! We've been tasked with retrieving the Kingdom's armaments, and when we get those weapons back, you're ......" Suddenly, the novice mercenary felt someone poking him from behind with something sharp, and he looked back in amazement and raised his finger angrily. "Foolish Earl, don't poke me in the ass with your goddamn cane! Lao Tzu's trousers are freshly made from the tailor's shop! If you poke me again, I'll make you regret it!"

"Yo yo the new bird began to provoke the old bird, foolish Earl, it was not me who provoked the trouble, as a man, if it were me, I could not bear such humiliation. A slender voice spoke.

"As a man...... This is the funniest joke I've ever heard, my sissy, please don't always say your mantra, I'm going to laugh once you say it...... Hahaha!" Smiley Garu scoffed unabashedly.

The laughter of the smiling Garu was always contagious, and the laughter of the mercenaries echoed through the door of the garrison.

"Hmph!" Mr. Sissy snorted with a cold face, this coquettish voice was sharp and charming, and I didn't know whose little nightingale ran out. I saw him pinching the orchid finger and putting it on his bare collarbone, and turned his head angrily and coquettishly.

Seeing him like this, everyone couldn't help but shudder......

At this moment, Xiao Huang Mao folded his fingers, and finally completed his arithmetic: "I have counted, thirty war horses are fifteen hundred gold coins! Hell, there are so many gold coins...... However, everyone no longer cares about this problem.

On the other side, Mayor Grace watched all this coldly, the two thick eyebrows under the black helmet furrowed together, and his expression was gloomy. I saw that he was silent for a while, and then re-entered the garrison station......