"Hmph, woman." Someone spat contemptuously, "I'd rather die than listen to a woman's command." ”

Someone shouted, "If you don't listen to the woman, you'll never find the entrance to the cave." The crowd burst into laughter, and the man from before blushed and fell silent. Others remained silent, most of them seeing Vanessa in battle, running between arrows and bullets to find a way out, but they didn't know much about her and didn't dare to trust her opinions.

"Women," someone said, "it's not your turn to take care of the mercenary group. We have our own heads. The people nodded in agreement as they looked at their commander, Osser.

The gray-bearded middle-aged man was covered in blood, and his ice-blue eyes had been drooping from the moment he heard the queen's name, as if he had received a fatal blow. At this moment, he sat on a large rock, hunched back, and looked extremely old. Other waved his hand wearily, "She's right, we have no choice, the queen won't let us go unless we flee to a barren land like the Land of Hills or the Land of Sand Riders." The crowd was in an uproar, and the mercenaries who had survived the catastrophe couldn't figure out what was in front of them, but just shifted their gaze back and forth between Other and Vanessa, half-convinced.

"Why?" Someone shouted unwillingly, "Why did she kill us!" Someone chimed in, "Where's Horst?" Make things clear! The mercenaries expressed their approval, and for a while they were angry.

"He betrayed you, go in search of treasure!" Vanessa took over, Other glanced at her, and let her go on in frustration, "Prince Brant chased after him and asked for help, and he wouldn't come back!" Vanessa looked at Brant and begged him with her eyes: Help me! The prince struggled for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly, nodded to everyone, and said, "Horst insists on entering Cammysta, and the people I brought are still snatched from him." ”

"Hmph, maybe he knew about today's ambush and deliberately ran away!" Some people speculate that the coincidence of this statement and the facts has added fuel to the fire, and things begin to develop in the direction Vanessa hoped.

"But where are we going to make a living when the mercenary group is disbanded?" Questions were raised. Yes, these people have no decent magic, and they don't have land, most of them are the second sons of the family or proletarian knights, like Brant, who were trained as murder weapons from an early age, and when they become adults, they wander among robbers and thieves, and finally are discovered by Othur and coalesce into a mercenary group that conducts legitimate business. Now let them turn around and become thieves, I'm afraid many people can't accept this identity gap.

"You don't have to disband," it was time to declare your identity, Vanessa raised her voice, "you can swear allegiance to me, the princess of the land of Midsummer." ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Princess!"

"Isn't she the prince's handmaiden?"

"Is this true?"

Vanessa took off her blindfold and shook off her long curly hair, revealing her beautiful face, "I'm the second princess of Midsummer, Vanessa Delin. My country is overrun by aliens, and my mother, Queen Chloe, has been victimized by traitors, and I need a guard to protect me and help me reclaim my land and throne. These days, I eat and live with you, I observe you, I understand you, and your loyalty to Other goes beyond the yuwang of money, which is exactly what I need. Like you, I was kicked out of my own house by my own countrymen, and we all want to take back what is rightfully theirs, both with clear and clear goals. If you swear allegiance to me, I will remember the names of each of you and regard you as brothers," the princess's gaze swept over the faces of the people, "and you will receive the most fertile land in the land of Midsummer, and those who have achieved great service will become lords, and even if they die in battle, they will enjoy canonization as much as the living, and leave great wealth to their families and descendants." My commitment is more important than honor! Vanessa solemnly declared, looking at Brant with a weak heart, trying to find contempt and mockery in his eyes, but he didn't, and he nodded to encourage her to continue. The prince knew when to help her and when to take reservations.

The princess was encouraged, she felt full of strength, she looked at the mercenaries below, no one interrupted her, they were watching, they were thinking, she had to leave time for them to think, too pressing too hard would make people lose confidence, not like a princess who has become a big thing. "Of course, for the moment this promise is as pale and useless as the papier-mâché sun, and it is all empty talk until the throne is taken. But you are all warriors, your blood will be a legend, you will be immortal heroes, and your deeds will be written into poems by bards for posterity to be sung forever! ”

No one spoke, the mercenaries just looked up at Vanessa, as if they were waiting for something. Brandt fell from his horse and whispered in the princess's ear, "No, they don't want a beautiful speech, they want to see your actions." ”

"Action," Vanessa smacked the word, then looked up with a blazing gaze, "you have the right to choose, but not for too long." Because I've taken action to stay alive. Her gaze went over Brandt, past the mercenaries behind him, and farther away.

The crowd followed the princess's gaze and let out exclamations, and Brandt realized that something was happening, and when he turned his head, his heart sank to the bottom again.

The sight the prince saw completely refuted his previous wishful thinking - Reina was holding Andy's corpse and walking towards the mercenary group with heavy steps

(l~1`x*>+``+