The mercenary threw the bandit to the ground like a pocket, stirring up a large cloud of dust. A few strong men rushed up to the unlucky man and punched and kicked him, they were not prepared to kill him, a living bandit was worth far more than a dead one, but it was essential to make him suffer a little before selling him to a slave trader.

The Charles didn't care how rough they treated the robber, the wide captives were relative to the nobility, and outlaws like this didn't deserve the honor.

Still, Charles pulled away from the crowd beating the bandit, who was now their employer, so despite their reluctance, they made way for Charles.

The bandit was curled up in a ball, and the hellish scoundrels were not very particular about personal hygiene, and now they were lying in the dirt looking even dirty, like a used rag.

Charles was even more disgusted with the guy, and he walked up to him and crouched down. The stinking man held his head as if to avoid Charles's sudden injury, and Charles said to him in the gentlest voice he could: "Listen, I'm their employer, they all have to listen to me, as long as you tell me everything I want to know, I will never let them hurt you again." ”

The rag shuddered, lifted his filthy head, looked at Charles wistfully, and asked, "Are you serious, if I tell you what you want to know, you won't let your men beat me or sell me to slave traders?" ”

He was a very clever fellow, and Charles hadn't said before that he wouldn't sell him to a slave trader. He suddenly likes him a little, and Charles has always enjoyed dealing with smart people, because they make Charles feel that he is not so stupid. But when Charles saw his face that hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time, and his yellow, blackened teeth, the little favor he had was gone.

Charles narrowed his eyes and said word by word, "I am the viscount of the Empire, and I swear by my reputation as a nobleman, I will not deceive you, as long as you tell me the name of the person who sent you the message, then I will not let my men touch a finger of you, and I will not sell you to slave traders." ”

Charles slowed down and said, "You can only trust me now, right?" You don't have a choice. ”

He looked at the mercenaries around him in fear, Matthew had already taken out his whip, that thing was not something that anyone could bear. He was visibly frightened, and said a name in a trembling voice: "Jack, it was Jack who told us that you have a lot of money!" ”

"Jack is the guy in the hotel where you rested" As if afraid that Charles didn't know who Jack was, Matthew walked up to him and said slowly: "My lord, what should we do with this guy now, do we really want to let him go?" ”

"You can't...... Your Excellency promised me! The poor devil kept kowtowing so much that he almost came to kiss Charles's feet.

Charles gave him a disgusted look, then plunged his sword straight into his chest.

"Yes, I promised you that these mercenaries would not touch a finger of you, and you would not be sold to slave traders, because I would kill you, and you moth do not deserve to live in the world!"

Charles kicked him hard with his foot, pulling his sword out of his chest. He stared at Charles with a resentful sound, a slight rattle in his throat, and in a moment he was dead.

Charles turned to look at the rest of the mercenaries, the badly wounded guy had just lost his breath, and now there were only ten of them left. He looked at them and said, "It's time for us to go, but you have one more mission, and I will give you ten more dinars when I reach the imperial capital, and I ask you to bring me the head of Jack's dog, and this is another commission I have given you!" “

They nodded silently, whether it was for the money or for the sake of their dead partner, they wouldn't let Jack go.

They finally walked out of the forest, with Fort Gudberg in front of them, and the road down to the road was extremely safe.

At this moment, Charles suddenly heard a mercenary say to Matthew, "Look, the nobles are all the same. “

Matthew glanced back at Charles, who quickly pretended not to hear the conversation between them, and turned his head to look at the flowers and plants on the side of the road.

In this way, they rushed to the imperial capital day and night, without saying a word all the way.

Charles had never imagined the outside world being so colorful. As they crossed the river with the water, the little silver fish jumped out of the water with a splash; When they walked through the deep mountains and old forests, the golden velvet monkey just climbed over the top of the tree; As they breathed in the cool breeze from the summit of Haarshan, many strange travelers sat by the campfire with wine glasses in hand.

Along the way, there are many paths that you can't walk in fancy clothes, some air you can't smell when the spices are burning, and some people you will never meet in a castle. No wonder, all great poets are good travelers.

A week and two days later, they arrived in the imperial capital.

Walking through the dense forest, the appearance of the city is revealed to the Shire. Charles desperately looked up at the magnificent building, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart. Behind the high walls is a magnificent palace where the ruler of this empire, Harris IV, lives, the highest point of the palace almost rises to the sky, and the inhabitants and houses of the city are hardly worth mentioning against this palace.

Charles was shocked by this magnificent sight, who else could not be defeated in an empire of such great strength?

The Shire: They slowly followed the crowd into the city through the gates, and after paying six septins to enter the city, they were allowed to stay in the city for two weeks. Charles didn't know where he should go first, but he was greeted by a dazzling bustle of merchants pitching tents on the side of the street, and the sound of bargaining came and went. Many acrobats also set up stalls on the side of the street, and soon a large crowd of people gathered around.

Compared to Charles' dazzle, Matthew and the others were used to seeing this scene, and they led Charles to the door of a tavern with a nice name - Organ.

Matthew said to Charles: "Although the city is very lively, and you are also a nobleman, but in this imperial capital, nobles are really nothing, you have to be careful about the people and things around you." It's not the best, but it's the safest, you and your wallet will be safe here, and I don't want you'll be in a moat by the time we come to you with that bastard's head. ”

Charles smiled, and pulled twenty dinars out of his purse, more than they had promised, but a small amount compared to what they had done for themselves.

Matthew took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he said goodbye to Charles, and he prepared to return without stopping. He had just found another employer when he entered the city, and he had just returned to Tunguska from the imperial capital, and they could not be late as mercenaries.

Charles walked into the tavern, and made up his mind that he would go to Viscount Hou'an's brother-in-law this afternoon, and now he needed to rest well, and take a shower along the way, for the many days of running around made him look like an inferior person.

Charles figured out a few pieces of Septin that he had hidden in advance, and said to the tavernkeeper, "I want a good room, and I'll get me a basin of bathwater!" ”