The priest recited a few words from the Bible indicating that man was watching the gods, and then asked the mercenaries who had agreed to accept the mercenary to imprint their handprints on the outer wall of one side of the temple with red mud, indicating that they had accepted the employment of the local lord, and the employment relationship remained unchanged until the handprints were erased or disappeared.

In fact, this kind of contract is not very binding, but it can save the priest's holy power, after all, this precious power is used on these rotten people, not to mention the priest, even the nobles are unwilling.

Of course, the mercenary's discipline is always limited, although the fear of God generally does not break the contract, but as long as there is enough profit, God can sell to the devil.

The gray-bearded knight led dozens of militiamen to the square with several carts, and when he saw the wine barrels and grain bags on the carts, the eyes of these mercenaries, who couldn't even eat pig food all day, turned green, and they couldn't help but approach the carts, so frightened that the militiamen who were guarding the carts kept waving the pitchforks in their hands.

Of course, this threat was useful, and in the end, it was the knight who drew his broadsword at his waist to stop the mercenaries.

Although this knight has entered his old age, it is a question of how much strength he can have, but as long as the knight who exists as a war machine does not die, the threat power is still not comparable to ordinary people.

"Send dry food! Ready to go! The old knight placed the knight's sword at his side, and just used the sunlight to project the reflection of the sword in the direction of the mercenaries, so that the gang honestly took the bag of dry food thrown by the militia.

Get their own dry food, these mercenaries will be hard black bread that can be used as weapons very tightly, especially keep enough distance from their companions, after all, a stick knocks their companions unconscious and steals everything, this is a common occurrence among mercenaries, especially novices who have just entered the industry, almost all of them have experienced this kind of tragic experience.

"The dry food in it is enough for you to eat for two days, and if you want to ask for more, you can exchange it for monster ears!" The old knight swung his sword, and the mercenaries hesitated for a moment before sporadically walking out of the town and heading out of the path.

"My lord, I can just go and watch them this time, so you don't have to go on an adventure." The old knight dismounted and came to Baron Sal's side, and saluted.

"Say no more, this incident has taught me that force is not useless, and maybe I should use the gold coins I bought for some cute gadgets to strengthen the force of my territory. It's a pity you don't have a son, otherwise I'll take out another piece of the Knight's Farm. "Obviously Sarr is not useless, at least he is self-aware and trusts his subordinates.

"My lord, it is incompetent, to be your knight to be so insulted!" The old knight had tears in the corners of his eyes, as a knight canonized by Baron Sal's father, the old knight can be said to have grown up watching him grow up, plus he has been childless, and has already regarded Sal as his own child, but the gap in identity makes it impossible to say anything, and now Sal has been wronged, but he can't do anything, and his heart is naturally uncomfortable.

"Don't say it again, you know what I think of you, I've been able to live so freely all these years and the territory has been able to develop, I know whose credit is it, and besides, with four guards here, my safety is still no problem." Thrall said with a lot of emotion, and then looked at his four lord guards with some pride, they had spent a lot of money to buy from an earl.

"Yes! I'll take care of your safety! The old knight straightened up and raised his sword in front of him.

As a knight accustomed to war, he knows how cruel the reality is, although he has always protected Sal well, but he is getting older, more and more powerless, and he doesn't know when he will die on the battlefield, so he can only support Sal's decision.

"Baron Thrall, down there is Lord Tyson, who happened to be passing by here, and he sympathizes with your plight, and is willing to contribute to the next action of the territory." Yan Xu saw the opportunity, stepped forward with a noble etiquette, and said with a comfortable demeanor.

"Oh, Lord Tyson, please forgive my faux pas, and I will prepare a gift to show my gratitude if you will." Although it is also an employment relationship, because of the status of a nobleman, even if Baron Sal does not take a down-and-out lord in his eyes, he still agrees tactfully in an aristocratic way.

The face of a nobleman is much more valuable than the contract of a mercenary, so Yan Xu does not need to go to the wall of the temple to press his handprint, and the two sides nod to complete the employment.

Yan Xu naturally didn't go to get any 'weapon dry food', but Hami wouldn't let go of these deserved foods, snatched two bags of them, and then followed behind Yan Xu.

It is not Yan Xu's style to go out with just an iron sword and a wooden shield, although this fine iron one-handed sword that has cost a lot of money is sharp, but after all, where the texture is, cutting a few pieces of meat can become dull, not to mention cutting on bones, so even if Yan Xu is confident in his skills, he must prepare a spare weapon in advance.

There are a lot of craftsmen in the town, although they are not very complete, but there are still basic craftsmen such as bakers, coopers, carpenters, blacksmiths, etc., but generally speaking, the craftsmanship is not high, and the craftsmen who are really good have gone to the city, where it is safer, and there is no need to worry about monster attacks.

However, Yan Xu had no room for pickiness, he couldn't afford to buy a good steel weapon, so he used it for the time being.

Yesterday afternoon was enough time for Hami to get acquainted with the town, and when he heard his master's order, he immediately led the way to the narrow blacksmith's shop.

This should be regarded as the main road of the town, close to the lord's palace of Baron Sal, after all, a blacksmith is also a rare talent for a small lord like him, if there is any accident, it is not easy to replenish.

As the only blacksmith in the town, this middle-aged strong man has a physique far beyond the rest of the townspeople, shirtless and revealing tendons, wearing a shabby leather apron full of scorched marks, wielding a hammer to forge a red-hot iron bar, sparks splashing everywhere, but he doesn't care, obviously an old blacksmith, maybe there is something wrong with the craftsmanship of iron, but the craft is absolutely skilled.

If it was an ordinary guest, the blacksmith would only let the apprentice greet him, but Yan Xu obviously had a certain amount of spending power from the perspective of his dress, so he pushed away the apprentice who was about to step forward, and stuffed the hammer in his hand to him, so that he could continue to forge the iron bar while the high temperature was high, saving waste of fuel.

Walking slowly, the blacksmith shop gradually showed in Yan Xu's eyes, this place is not spacious, after all, the capacity of the entire town is limited, for safety, in order to cram more people within the scope of the stone wall, all the buildings are very narrow, try not to waste a trace of space, even the area of the lord's mansion is not large, let alone a blacksmith.

"My lord, do you need a weapon or a horseshoe? If you want to customize, it only takes half a day. The blacksmith apparently noticed the noble emblem on the iron-clad armor, wiped his hands, and said with some restraint.

"A short spear, a mace, two daggers, and an iron pot." Obviously, Yan Xu planned to arm himself fully and ordered a lot of weapons.

"Adults, please!" This is obviously a big business, in the past, except for the townspeople to buy a small amount of iron, only the village guard can order to make him a little money, such a large customer is rare, so the blacksmith smiled and warmly entertained.

The blacksmith opened the greasy door curtain and went in, Yan Xu frowned, saw the fire flashing in the room, the blacksmith lit an expensive candle and opened the door curtain again, nodded his head, and finally walked in.

The house was very messy, piled up a lot of ore and wood, only a small pile of iron bars and a dozen kitchen knives, daggers, iron pots and other iron tools were placed on the shelf, looking at the rough appearance, you knew that these were cheap goods made of rough iron, after all, fine iron is not so easy to come by, and ordinary people can't afford it.

Wood cannot provide enough temperature to obtain fine iron, even if the hardwood that can provide more heat in this world is used as fuel, it requires blacksmiths to have a certain chance of obtaining fine iron after repeated forging, and failed iron can only be used to make agricultural tools, so the price of fine iron remains high, and it is not something that ordinary people can consume.

Several oilcloth bags were unearthed from a nondescript pile of miscellaneous items at the bottom of the shelves, which the blacksmith placed on the table and opened one by one to display his creations to the guests.

Because fine iron is rare, unless it is in excellent condition, the blacksmith will not use fine iron to make it, and what can be preserved is naturally a fine product, of course, this is for the people of this world.

Yan Xu picked up a spearhead and shone it at the candlelight, okay, although there were still some traces of building on the straight spear ridge and spear blade, it did not affect the use.

Putting aside the selected spearhead, Yan Xu carefully selected the remaining weapons, and in the end, there was only a mace left. As a blunt weapon, the requirements for the material are not high, the blacksmith only has a nail head hammer made of thick iron, Yan Xu is not satisfied with this, because the rough iron is brittle, even if it is made into a blunt weapon to hit the hard object, there is a possibility of shattering, which is very deadly in battle, and he doesn't plan to joke with his own life.

In the end, Yan Xu still got the weapon he needed, and the blacksmith ruthlessly sold his hammer to Yan Xu, which was a bloody investment, he could forge the iron ingot thousands of times, and the material of the hammer was not less than ordinary steel, and few blacksmiths were willing to sell their hammers, if it weren't for Yan Xu's high bid, the blacksmith might not be willing to sell.

After buying a rope tent and an oil lamp from the grocery store, and some gray bread and bacon from the baker, the two of them were ready.

At the same time, the old knight also took the militia and the village guards to pull a cart full of tools out of the gate of the town, their task is not light, they need to build a temporary camp at the destination, after cleaning up the nearby beasts and monsters, can recruit more people to come to build the road, now can only let the militia with a certain ability to protect themselves to do these manual work.

As for Baron Thrall, for safety, he will not go out until the camp is completed, after all, although his mind has changed somewhat, the habits that he has developed for a long time cannot be changed in a while.