The morning sun slowly opened the curtain, and the moist wind gently swept through the wooden window and caressed the people in the room. There was a commotion outside, and the early morning in Tunguska had already begun to become bustling.

Charles was slowly awakened by the sound outside the house, stood up and pushed open the wooden window, and the sunlight outside the house shone through the faint morning glow, spilling into every corner of the town. The curling smoke slowly rose, covering the air with a light veil.

Charles shook his head and pushed open the door, where yesterday's fellow was busy in the hall, and Charles beckoned to him, and he trotted to Charles.

"Master, you want hot water, I've already prepared it for you, and I'll send it to the house for you!" He bent over with a look of courtesy.

Charles grew fond of this guy, and if it weren't for the fact that his territory was occupied by the Northern Army, he would have hired him to his territory on errands.

Charles nodded, drained a few Septins from his wallet, stuffed them into his hand without looking, and stamped back to his room amid his stacks of thanks. In a few moments, a basin of hot water for washing up and a few slices of bread with ham in it were delivered to his room. In fact, Charles also wanted to get up early in the morning and drink a glass of wine like those mercenaries, but his reason told him that a nobleman could not do such a thing.

After breakfast, Charles packed up his belongings, wiped his sword, and prepared to go to the lobby of the hotel to wait for the group of mercenaries to go on their way. As soon as he poked his head out of the stairs and saw that they were already sitting there waiting, Charles looked around and saw that the women from yesterday were gone. Last night's woman, Ruki, was also nowhere to be seen, and there was a feeling in his heart that he didn't know whether to be happy or lost.

The mercenary captain saw him coming down and said to him, "So boss, what do you need us to do?" ”

The mercenaries behind him were still drinking glass after glass, as if they didn't care about the problem at all.

Charles frowned: "Gentlemen, I don't know if drinking early in the morning is a good habit, not to mention that we are still in an employment relationship, I don't like my subordinates drinking while working, understand?" ”

Hearing this, the mercenaries raised their heads and drank the rest of the wine in their glasses, and one of the big men said, "Don't worry, boss, we won't drink anymore." ”

Charles nodded, unable to do anything about their rogue behavior.

If it was in his own territory, he thought, he would have tied them to a tree and whipped them hard. But after all, they were just his own mercenaries, and he couldn't treat them like that.

Xia Er endured the unhappiness in his heart, and told them that the destination of his trip was the imperial capital, as long as they sent him to the imperial capital safely, and he would pay the rest of the money in the imperial capital.

The mercenaries all said that they had no objections, and after packing their luggage, their group of thirteen people embarked on a journey to the imperial capital.

On the map, Tunguska is only two fingers long from the imperial capital, but it would take you two weeks to get there by people. Luckily, they all had horses, which saved a lot of time.

Two days after they left Tunguska, they came to a dense jungle. Matthew, the mercenary captain, glanced back at Charles with a smirk.

Charles looked at him curiously, he didn't know why he looked at himself like that, but he knew he would tell himself.

Sure enough, Matthew paused and said, "Do you think what I said to you in the hotel is alarmist, you will understand later." “

Charles frowned, and gradually understood, but he really couldn't think of who was targeting him, Matthew obviously wouldn't tell him at the moment, he kept his sense of mystery very well, even if Charles was not a veteran on this road, he could see that this was a means for mercenaries to show their importance.

Charles clenched his sword and slowly distanced himself from the crowd in front of him, so that he could react quickly at the slightest hint of the news, whether it was from an unknown enemy or the mercenaries.

Matthew glanced back at Charles, and he noticed Charles' distrust, but he didn't say anything.

There were still six hundred steps left before they could leave the forest, and Charles gradually felt that he might have been deceived, and there was no danger at all along the way, and when he got out of this forest, it was a continuous road, and at that time there was no danger at all.

At this moment, arrows came at them from the grass on the side of the road, and one of them even grazed Charles's cheeks, and in an instant Charles was shocked into a cold sweat, and at that moment he felt that death was so close to him.

The mercenaries roared and slashed into the grass, but the Charr had no time to stop them.

What a bunch of reckless people! Charles thought hatefully, now they didn't know how many enemies were lurking in the grass, so rushing forward in such a hurry was no different from sending them to death?

But now there was no time to think about it, and Charles could only jump into the forest on horseback, a few mercenaries guarding him closely. A bearded man appeared in front of Charles, and he raised his longbow to an arrow in their direction, Charles leaned down to avoid the fatal arrow, but the big man behind him was not so lucky, the arrow was stuck straight into his abdomen, and he shook it and planted his horse.

By this time Charles had already come to the man's side, and he slashed the sword in his direction fiercely, only to feel a sinking in his hand, and a handful of blood flowers were raised, and a man's head flew high, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Charles never imagined that slashing on horseback could do so much damage.

Suddenly, five more men with spears and machetes came out of the forest in front of them, their bodies were covered with blood, and they didn't know whether they were mercenaries or their own, they saw Charles and they were visibly stunned, and then turned and fled towards the dense forest without looking back.

They were clever enough to know that horses couldn't run fast in the forest. And the Charles did not dare to abandon their horses and go deeper, and no one knew what was waiting for them inside.

The young man beside Charles raised the light crossbow in his hand, and without aiming, pulled the trigger in the direction of the bandits' flight, and the crossbow arrow pierced the front bandit through his chest, and he held his chest with both hands, jumped in the air a few times, and then fell to the ground and never moved again.

The remaining bandits were obviously frightened, and even threw their weapons on the road, and the mercenaries next to them also took out light crossbows and shots, but in the end they still let two escape.

After the battle, the charr and the others got together, and two of the mercenaries died, and one was seriously wounded, and it is estimated that he will not survive.

A mercenary threw a man into the middle of the crowd as if he were catching a chicken, and it was clear from his clothes that he was a bandit.