When Fat Hott hurried to Sir Jerome's tent, all the guards around him laughed evilly, stood up and saluted, and shouted in unison: "Salute to our great quartermaster, Mr. Hot!!" Fat Hott bent down and glared fiercely at the wine barrels in his cellar behind them, the tent curtains were all lifted, and Sir Jerome laughed with the soldiers, he was dressed in a light linen robe, and took a sip of the pale golden liquid from the silver wine glass, and the smell of it knew it came from a distant dwarven homeland. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fat guy felt distressed for a while, "Lord Sir, I, I'm ......"

The knight smiled contemptuously, took out another silver wine glass, and filled it in front of him, "Lord Hult! Thank you for all you have done for the Kingdom! ”

"Thank you, thank you!" The fat guy raised his glass, sweat soaking his back, "It's a great honor......

"Don't worry, my dear friend," the knight squinted half-squinting, "are you satisfied with my people?" ”

The fat guy looked at the guards that Sir Jerome had specially assigned for him in frustration, according to the knight's words, in the dangerous town of Casward, Hult, who had made great contributions to the kingdom, had the right to enjoy the protection of the kingdom, and the four guys hummed "Sally on the Farm" to unload the barrels, apples, and some fresh fish from the trolley, the fat guy thought that I should go bankrupt if I continued like this, but when he saw Jerome looking at him meaningfully, he couldn't help but smile, "Satisfied, satisfied, thank you very much Lord Sir for your concern!" ”

"That's nature," the knight lowered his voice, "Lord Hult, the agent of the beautiful and rich town of Casvo under the rule of Santeni Castle! Haha, lo and behold, the town is so lively now, everyone is busy preparing for tomorrow's Midsummer Festival, who knows what kind of memorable festival it will be? ”

"Uh, yes, but does it have to be done?" The fat guy was a little uneasy.

"Isn't that right? We've been here for so long, just for a few orcs and gnolls? The knight wiped his hands, picked up a freshly cleaned apple, and took a hard bite, "You are satisfied with my people, but are you satisfied with me?" ”

"Absolutely satisfied, absolutely satisfied!" The fat guy put down his glass and replied in a panicked manner, "They met the Corrosion Spider, but it doesn't matter, according to them, they should be able to return from that area tomorrow, and be able to come in time for the Midsummer Drinking Party." ”

"It's better to be like this, tomorrow is Midsummer, I really don't want to wear them on this day!" The knight touched the armor on the table next to him, "Damn, it's almost a barbecue!" ”

"Well, I also brought Mayor Jeffrey's invitation," the fat guy kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, "and we...... Do we have to do this? Isn't it better to deal with it peacefully? ”

"How so...... Lord Hult, to become a nobleman of the kingdom, you must either have hereditary blood, or a lot of wealth and a little courage," Sir Jerome waved his hand impatiently, "and how can you waste such an opportunity, Lord Hult?" It only takes a little courage, and you think about it, you didn't do anything! At the midsummer evening reception, the sudden attack of the orcs killed the mayor, the garrison fought bravely and lost everything, and finally it was you and I who led the soldiers to rescue everyone! ”

"Aren't we going to the party?" The fat guy shook the scroll in his hand, and his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Look at what I say, a little courage! Lord Hort, you must attend, and you must inform me when the orcs come," Sir Jerome looked at him meaningfully, "and I will patrol the Glen River with my troops to-morrow and return to camp in the evening!" ”

"......" the fat guy stared at Sir Jerome, and there was a fine bead of sweat on his forehead.

Sir Jerome was a little bored, "Mayor Jeffrey and his garrison of 30 men will be ready for the Midsummer Drinking Party, and I have told him that the town is in danger, and that I will announce the good news with him at the reception after patrolling the Glen River,"

The knight stood up and walked to the fat man's side, leaning down slightly, "I have a good proposal, if I don't give you the courage to say this little bit of courage, I think I'll have a day to choose another agent for our beautiful town of Casvo, ah, I think I'll need to find another mine owner......"

"This is the end of the matter, my dear Lord Sir! I'm now more courageous than I can strangle a troll with my bare hands! The fat guy bounced up.

"Well, dear friend, I wish you good dreams!" Sir Jerome shrugged, "Only the closest friends share secrets, thank you for listening, you know, secrets are not told to friends, they will suffocate the body!" ”

"It's so hot, why don't we go have a drink?" When they returned to the town, the guard pointed to the square and said, "The town has been set up for the Midsummer Festival, and it looks good!" ”

"I'm glad I was able to stay with you, my lord, otherwise I would have been on patrol all day tomorrow!" Several of the guards all nodded, "Shall we go have a drink, my lord?" ”

"Huh? What do you say? The fat guy was absent-minded, "Oh, have a drink?" He saw some people in the square under the scorching sun, they laughed loudly, and said, a stout flagpole about 15 meters long stood in the center of the square, the top of the flagpole has risen blue and white striped flags, in the middle is the symbol of the town of Casvo - three jewels, a golden gem represents the harvest of planting, a green gem represents the abundance of woods, and the largest silver gem in the middle represents the peak of strength and endless mineral resources, starting from the middle of the flagpole, Scattered ropes with colorful flags of various colors, people are trying to fix the ropes in different places, and the whole square is held up with a huge beautiful flower umbrella, "really beautiful......

"Your Excellency?" The guards were impatient, "Lord Hort? ”

"The garrison is back!" Hult's eyes lit up, and he noticed that there were some guys in hard leather armor in the crowd setting up tables in the square, "Let's go, let's go!" The eve of Midsummer can't be wasted! ”

The four guards felt that they had really hit good luck these days, they looked at each other, hummed "Sally on the Farm", and walked towards the square, the fat guy followed behind, his breathing became short, he thought more than once about how to live the rest of his life, since he took over the business of the Casval Cave, he has been thinking about how to become a respected nobleman, having money can only make life comfortable, and it can't let him walk with his head up in Santeni City, the fat guy looked down at his belly, Maybe you really lack this bit of courage?

The fat guy looked at every happy face in the town under the scorching sun, looked at everyone who said hello to him, although people liked to laugh at him, but obviously did not dislike him, he had been here for nearly 20 years, every year he would toast everyone with Mayor Jeffrey, he also thought about marrying a wife and having children here, maybe this is the life he wanted? There's no denying that he loves it and loves life here.

"Ah, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Before he stepped into the Little Dagger Tavern, Captain Locke of the garrison gave the fat guy a firm hug, "If nothing else, the recent patrol in the southern woodlands has finally ended, you should give me a drink for your peace of mind!" ”

"Lord Hult has done so much for our kingdom!" The four guards laughed and walked towards the bar, and the fat guy grabbed Captain Locke and whispered, "I have something important......

"Don't be in a hurry, here, introduce you to an old friend of Mayor Jeffrey! He's interested in your business," Captain Locke pressed the fat guy to the window, and an old man in a gray robe smoked his pipe, and on the low table in front of him lay three freshly made light ales.

"We've just learned something," Captain Locke said, staring at the fat guy, "I'm sure you're willing to do something for the town of Casvor, right?" ”

"I don't know what to ......do next," said the fat man, looking frustrated, "this is a disaster for the town of Casvo...... What do you call you? ”

"Call me Taiban," the old man looked at the fat guy with a smile, "what should we do in the face of fate's arrangement?" Only hard work! ”

"My 30 men and your 200 absentees will guard the entire square tomorrow, I have no problem saying that, right?" Captain Locke looked at the fat guy with a serious expression, "Mayor Mare and I have already had a little bit of a breath with some people. ”

"But Jerome has an army, and before that, we'll be attacked by a horde of orcs! We couldn't have won without soldiers. The fat guy shook his head and sighed.

"Lord Tayban is not only an old friend of Mayor Jeffrey, but also a magician of the kingdom," Captain Locke patted the fat guy on the shoulder, "I hope we can all have a safe tomorrow!" ”

"Then there will be no problem, then I guess Miss Agnes can keep the treasure she gets, right?" The fat guy keenly sensed the peculiarity of this matter, and Sir Jerome had gone to great lengths to do these tricks, and perhaps the problem was with Agnes.

"Hehe, the journey of the fate of young people is ready to begin, all we have to do is open a door for them!" Taiban took a sharp puff of his cigarette.

"Well, you're right! Then let's open this door for them! Captain Locke raised his glass, "But it seems like things are complicated!" ”

"Whatever," the fat guy retracted his gaze out the window and turned his head to look at the guards who were happily drinking at the bar, "a little courage??" Then tomorrow I'll show you my courage to strangle a troll! ”