A distant sky burned with an orange-red sunset, and Charles looked up at the silhouette of the city that was immersed in the sunset.

He walked towards the silhouette, and the glow of the sky gradually faded, and even then the crowd of people on the road was still endless. Slowly, the crimson color of the sky turned crimson, and then from crimson to light red.

Finally, when all this red light was gone, the high walls appeared before the eyes of the Charles.

The city of Tunguska, a legendary metropolis where many penniless people have a lot of money. In the same way, many people who were originally rich in the world have lost every dinar in their pockets here.

There were a few lazy guards standing at the gates, and it seemed that they had not yet received news of the invasion of the northerners, and the Charles rode their horses to prepare for their routine inspection.

Suddenly, Charles saw a soldier scratch his clothes, scratch out a louse, and throw it into his mouth without looking, chewing it. This scene almost made him vomit in disgust, and the guard saw Charles looking at him with disgust, and immediately clamored for Charles to be arrested.

Charles had no choice but to give him a septin, which calmed him down.

The city of Tunguska is really beautiful, and although the curfew is approaching, the crowds are still rubbing shoulders and there is a lot of noise all around.

This was the first time Charles had gone far away, and it was also the first time he had seen such a scene, Charles liked this environment so much, he couldn't imagine what kind of prosperous scene it was like here.

He led the horse that Viscount Hou An had given him to the door of an inn, and one of the men in the inn immediately trotted over to help him lead the horse into the backyard. Charles liked this clever man very much, and casually threw him a Septin, and the fellow seemed to be so happy that he almost jumped up, and hurriedly led Charles into the inn.

In the inn, it was a different scene, a tall man standing behind the counter wiping the wine glass in his hand, the table in the lobby of the inn was filled with drinking guests, and several seductively dressed women sitting in their arms without shame. In the corner of the room was a child holding a lute, and the reason why he was a child was because he didn't even look as old as Charles, and he sat there tirelessly playing an unknown tune.

Around him sat several men, dressed in leather armor and armed with iron swords and maces, which Charles at first thought were bandits, but finally learned from the fellow that they were mercenaries, although in fact they were not much different. At that time, if you walked into an inn or tavern, no matter how big or small, you would see such a group of people, sitting there silently, drinking cheap ale and eating poor black bread. They are considered to be the moths of society, but no one can do without them.

As soon as Charles walked into the hotel, a beautiful woman attached to his body, and she exuded a charming temperament that Charles had never seen in these sixteen years, and Charles even had the feeling that he had never been so cramped and uneasy when he was killing.

Charles pushed her away with "dissatisfaction": "Please respect yourself, ma'am!" In front of you is the lord of Sebala, the viscount of the Empire! ”

But she didn't care about my words, she smiled deliciously: "Ha, it's still a child!" What's wrong with the aristocracy, the aristocracy is naturally supposed to be with us. ”

Charles felt the entire tavern watching him with interest, and he was getting more and more embarrassed by their gazes, and his limited life experience left him at a loss as to how to deal with the scene in front of him. But fortunately, someone soon relieved him.

"Alright, Ruki, you go to my room tonight, don't mess around here."

The man who spoke was dressed in dark steel armor, and he was so special in the leather armor that it was obvious that he was the captain of the group of mercenaries.

Charles glanced at him gratefully, but he didn't care about Charles's gratitude, and silently returned to the middle of the leather armor, silently drinking the crude ale.

Charles said to the man behind the counter, "Serve a good table of wine to the friends at that table, and the money will be on my account!" ”

With that, he took out two dinars from the bulging purse that Viscount Hou Ann had given him and threw them on the table in front of him, and Charles could feel the atmosphere in the inn change immediately, and everyone's eyes were full of longing and envy, and Charles couldn't help but be proud of this feeling.

He asked himself for a portion of smoked sausage, a portion of butter and a piece of white bread, and ordered a portion of wine and sat down to eat it beautifully, and the long journey made him appetite, and he felt that he had never eaten such a fragrant meal. Just as Charles was indulging in the food in front of him, a pair of scarred hands grabbed his right hand, he looked at Charles and said, "Why do you want us to drink!" ”

Charles was a little stunned, he didn't understand why someone would refuse someone's kindness, so he said coldly, "If you don't like it, you can throw them out." ”

He obviously didn't expect Charles to answer him like that, he thought for a few seconds and said, "I didn't mean that, I mean, you shouldn't show that you have so much money in front of so many people, especially if you're still alone." ”

Charles proudly told him that he was a nobleman of the empire and that no one would dare to do anything to him.

The man shook his finger and pulled a Septin out of his pocket, he looked at Charles and said, "Sometimes, such a gadget can make people lose their minds, he will make people forget who they are, he will also make people desperate, he is the devil, you can never imagine that someone will do anything for this gadget." ”

Charles looked at the man in front of him and said like a ghost, "Then how can you prove that you won't lose your mind because of this?" ”

He looked at Charles contemptuously, "We just won't!" ”

Charles noticed that he was using us, not me, and Charles didn't know whether to trust him or not, but at that moment he said to him again, "Good, what do you need?" ”

The man stood up, waved at his companions, who had been looking at him, turned to Charles, and said, "Twelve dinars, there are twelve of us in all, all of them are heroes, as long as you give us twelve dinars, within a week, our lives will be yours!" ”

Charles looked at him and the mercenaries behind him, held out his hand and said, "Deal!" ”

The man stretched out his hand and patted Charles's hand, presumably the mercenary's ritual. After receiving a deposit of six dinars from the Charles, they sat down for a glass of wine to celebrate their deal, and then the Charles went back to their room.

He was so sleepy, he really didn't know if he would be able to get up tomorrow if he didn't get up sooner. Half-asleep, Charles suddenly remembered the woman he had met at night, the fairy who exuded a strange charm.

In the midst of such torture, he slowly fell into a deep sleep.