On the way back, I bought a jug full of wine from the roadside stall for a few denares, probably because I was tired of drinking the river water every day, and I had to change the taste of whatever I wanted, such as this wine.

I went back, beckoning Brice and all the soldiers of the phalanx under my command, and I waved them to come. Smelling the wine, they swarmed around me. Staring at a pair of hungry eyes, as if I had never seen this wine, I lifted the lid in front of everyone's gaze, and instantly the faint aroma of wine came to my nose. Even I couldn't hold back the cravings in my stomach, let alone everyone present.

"Come one by one and get your cups ready!"

At my command, all of them ran back to the wooden cups from which they had drunk their own water, and formed a line in front of me, and all eyes were cast on the open flask, as if the smell of wine was like an invisible hand, grabbing everyone's sight.

There were too many people and too little wine, so I poured half a glass one by one, and each person could only share a small glass of this large jug of wine, although this did not make everyone present drink it very well, and even the most basic addiction was already drunk before the wine was over. When I was done, I shook the almost bottomed wine jug, and shook the wine that didn't have two sips in it, I didn't regret it, I just drank two sips to satisfy my cravings, and there was no need to drink it and not stand up to be happy.

I went to bed early, thinking that Bella, the old guy, shouldn't be in any trouble, and his actions were very secretive when he gave him Oren coins. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, I fell asleep groggily, and in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a biting cold wind, opened my eyes and walked out of the tent. A chill hit me, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Everything in front of me became a different world, and under the moonlight the sky was white, and the patrol soldiers wrapped in fur blankets passed in front of me, and even their breath I could see clearly by the dim moonlight.

"I don't know what happened to that old guy Bella." The thought of the old man shivering in his small stall in the snow and ice made me get worried. He found two blankets from the tent, one wrapped around his body and one in his hand, and walked out of the tent.

I walked south along the snow-covered road, wrapped in blankets, and the behavior of the night patrol soldiers passing by me was not strange, but the night patrol soldiers who passed by me cast puzzled glances, but when they looked at the horned helmet on my head, they wanted to open their mouths, but they stopped talking, and completely discouraged me from questioning my comings and goings.

Inside the south gate, back to the road I had walked a few hours earlier, it was indeed quiet, but there were still soldiers secretly seeking pleasure. They must have come out late at night when no one was around, so that there was plenty of space. The soldier guarding the gate didn't stop me, and he probably thought I was like the guys who were secretly having fun, and went straight to the makeshift brothel outside the camp.

As I went out of the camp gate, there were still some night guards on the road in the middle of the paving outside, armed with torches. Because it was so quiet around us, the woman's breath in the flaming tent rang out like a trumpet on the battlefield. I didn't pay much attention to it, just trotted all the way until I reached the end of the pavement, the little herb shop that shone with a faint fire. For some reason, a bonfire was lit in front of the herb shop, and five heavily armed soldiers sat around it.

What's going on? I wondered in my heart, and my right hand subconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the blanket in my left hand was used as a shield, and slowly approached the soldiers sitting together step by step.

Through the firelight, I could clearly see the armor on their bodies, all the fur armor of the Germanic people and some worn chain mail.

"No, could it be that the soldiers hired here are already in place for a while?"

With questions in mind, I gradually stepped forward.

"Who!"

My actions startled the sleepy soldiers, who leapt from their spots, instantly picked up their swords and axes, and quickly spotted me.

"Who are you?" The soldier closest to me asked me, and they were clenched their weapons as if they were going to attack me at any moment.

I was not in a hurry, thinking that this must be the assigned soldiers, so I couldn't help but let down my guard and walked towards them with a fur blanket.

"Stop! Don't go any further! ”

The soldier at the head stopped me in a stiff Latin, and the soldiers behind him were still shouting in Semitic I didn't understand, as if they were about to attack me. I slowly approached the campfire so they could see my face. A trace of surprise flashed on the faces of the mercenary soldiers, and the leader hurriedly put away the iron sword in his hand, turned around and knocked down the guy in the mercenary hand behind him and whispered: "This is our employer, don't be so disrespectful." ”

"Huh? What about the old man? ”

I didn't see Dr. Bella among them, so I couldn't help but ask them.

"Oh, that, doctor, sleep."

The soldier at the head spoke to me in a stiff language, and pointed to the side of the paving, and I looked closer, and yes, Dr. Bella was lying on the mat on the floor, and the blanket covering her body was very thin, and I didn't know how she had slept in such cold.

I was still uneasy, and leaned down until I heard the sound of Dr. Bella's breathing while sleeping, and the sound of regular breathing one after another at least meant that the old fellow was very healthy now. I gently covered him with the blanket I was holding, so that it would be warmer too.

I got up and turned around, and the hired soldiers were still standing behind me, probably because I was the owner, and their eyes changed from the wariness just now to the restraint they were now. Some people still have wounds on their bodies, wrapped in cloth, and the leader of the mercenary does not deceive me, saying that a wounded soldier is a wounded soldier, and there is no ambiguity at all.

"Protect this old fellow and make sure he arrives safely in Genoa."

I gave orders to the five wounded soldiers, and took two gold coins out of my pocket, handed them to the soldier at the head, and said to him, "This is half of the reward for your departure, and when you arrive, this old fellow will give you the remaining three gold coins." Besides, he can still heal you along the way, and I think you will recover as soon as possible. ”

The leader of the soldiers took the Oren coins and nodded at me, I really didn't know how to let go of this heart, so I chose to trust them as a last resort, I didn't want to disturb the old guy's sleep, so I quietly put three Oren coins in his pocket as a reward for getting to the place, and then I prayed that the old guy could find it.