Chapter 1491 - Brave New World (9)

"Hey, Mr. Landlord!" Arthur couldn't help but be a little displeased when he suddenly broke in.

He frowned in annoyance, turned his head and protested, "How many times have I said that you should at least knock on the door before you come in!"

"Oh, he, you didn't do anything dirty in the room anyway, what are you afraid of?" the landlord burst out laughing, and his laugh was the kind of uninhibited and unrestrained laugh of the French middle and lower classes: "Or are you really doing something dirty, just quickly covering it up the moment I push the door in?"

Arthur stretched his face: "It's not funny at all. ＂

"Hehehe, whatever~" The big man took out a letter firmly wrapped in brown paper from his pocket, and threw it on the table in the room: "There is your letter - and as always, the French Knights have once again rejected your application to join the army." ＂

Arthur was furious: "I really can't believe that you actually opened my letter without permission!"

"Ahahahaha, anyway, we knew what was written in it from the beginning, so what's the big deal about taking it apart!" the landlord was still laughing with his innocent expression, which seemed to be full of malice, and Arthur was so angry that the corners of his forehead were bruised. However, in order to fit into the environment, Arthur had to swallow his anger and didn't bother to bother with these people.

"In my opinion, little Aslan, the matter of your joining the army is probably out of the question. The landlord walked into the room unceremoniously and put a hand on Arthur's shoulder: "Look at your arm thinner than a firewood branch, and look at your obviously underage baby face." Do you really think the army is going to let you join a little ghost?"

"Either way, I'm going to find a way to get in. Arthur said stubbornly. Because infiltrating the French army is the best way for him to get more information quickly.

"Ha, it's very difficult to do it in one step, after all, such a kid has no merits, and it's strange that people in the army will take a fancy to you. The landlord sarcastically said, "But there is a mercenary association in the city that recruits newcomers, and their conditions are very lenient, as long as you are not afraid of death and are willing to take risks, you can sign up to participate-oh, by the way, I happened to pass by the mercenary association, so I filled out the registration form for you by the way, and I almost forgot to tell you." ＂

"It's on its own again. "Arthur was the same as the landlord.

"Aha, I left the deputy link of the completed registration form by the way, and you can go and see it at that address when you are free. Let's go!" the landlord ignored Arthur and ran away on his own.

"Tell me that all the French of this era are so virtuous?" said Arthur with dissatisfaction after the landlord had left.

"Not exactly, it's just that Your Majesty, you are not a lady. The raven, hiding in the shadow of the beam, replied.

"And that guy looks a bit like the Grand Duke of Leon Dickens?

"It is the world that has changed your perception, Your Majesty. Merlin replied, "Your Majesty, what do [people] in this world look like in your eyes?"

Arthur was stunned: "It's just a normal person." ＂

"Exactly?"

"It is a human who evolved from an ape, a person with hands and feet, and a person with normal eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Arthur described with difficulty.

"However, let me tell you, Your Majesty, that these normal people actually have antennae on the top of their heads, pointed ears, and protruding fangs in their mouths, do you believe them, Your Majesty?

"No kidding. Suddenly, Arthur imagined some kind of disgusting image.

"Hmm" Merlin snorted ambiguously, and did not answer Arthur's question: "Your Majesty, you have been in this world for a long time, although you have always been incompatible with this world, you reject this world, and this world rejects you, but you will still be affected by this world to a certain extent."

Your Majesty, the reason why you see that the [people] in this world are the same as the [people] you know is precisely because the world has changed your perception and gradually assimilated their appearance into your mind, so the people you see in this world will think that they look exactly like the people in the other world you are in. That's why you think they're descendants of monkeys, and not something mixed with elf or demon blood. Your Majesty, the longer you stay in this world, the more you will find that this world is full of familiar faces, Your Majesty. What Archduke Leon Dickens, Archduke Hall, and even Prince Kay Hey, it's even possible that even my original face will appear in this world frequently. They may look a little similar to the people you know, but they are completely different people, and I hope you will not be fooled, Your Majesty. ＂

"Enough is enough, don't talk nonsense. Arthur hurriedly interrupted Merlin's words, it was a very scary topic to think about. He picked up his weapon, the silver sword, which had not been sharpened, from a simple but clean canvas bed: "It's not an option to wait here, let's go out for a walk." Hopefully, that mercenary organization can bring us some useful information. ＂

"Yes, Your Majesty. The shadow of the crow disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

The night in the city of Blois was drizzled in a drizzle of depravity mixed with alcohol and rotten food. However, under the drizzle, the original unpleasant smell was gradually diluted and masked by the increasingly strong smell of earth. Arthur followed the crooked handwriting on the registration form, and finally found the stronghold of the so-called mercenary, only to find that it was an old and dilapidated stone building, and the walls were still made of mud and propped up with wood to prevent the house from collapsing.

The civilization of this world is really low. More than once, Arthur repeated this complaint in his heart.

"Is anyone there?" the boy pushed the door in, "I'm here looking for a job." ＂

"Oh, oh, newcomer! Welcome!" Unexpectedly, it was a middle-aged man who looked a little like Kai who greeted him: "Sit down." Are you here to join the mercenaries? Have you already filled out the form? Are you—?"

"Aslan," Arthur replied in a tone that had been prepared for a long time, "Aslan Calais." ＂

"Aslan Calais. The middle-aged man rummaged through his notes: "Very good, the form has been filled." Did you put in the form a specialty of swordsmanship? I thought you would be a more robust young man, but I didn't expect it to be a skinny child. ＂

Arthur didn't bother to refute the other party, and directly glanced at the big man.

"Well, we don't have to worry about that little bit of detail. Dahan continued to flip through the notes: "Anyway, the next work to be assigned to you is not a physical job. ＂

"Oh?" replied Arthur coldly.

"Be a caravan guard. Dahan even read according to his notes: "Anyway, there has been a shortage of soldiers recently, and there are all kinds of demonic beasts in the wild, so the caravan needs more guards." Rest assured, your job is not dangerous at all, it is just to follow the brigade to travel between the two cities and scare those monsters away by numbers. This is the most basic entry-level task for mercenaries. ＂

"Okay, I'll take this task. The young man replied indifferently.

Six hours later.

A group of people took advantage of the night to walk in the dark forest path. The only light they could rely on to guide their way was the dim oil lamps on the caravan's wagons.

Walking on such a dim road, Arthur couldn't help but be extra vigilant. Even if the enemies of this world (from human enemies to beast enemies) were not very dangerous, Arthur knew that if someone ambushed him in such a situation, the caravan would be in danger. He was accompanied by ten mercenaries, in addition to the six or seven merchants and workers in the caravan who were responsible for transporting the goods. However, the group of mercenaries were all dressed in tatters, the equipment in their hands was even more rusty and damaged, and they only knew that they were boastful, and at a glance they knew that they were gangsters who did not have much combat effectiveness. To put it bluntly, this group of people only relied on numbers to scare off all the invaders who might come to attack the caravan wagon, but if the people who came to attack were numerically superior, it would be difficult for this group of people to win in the melee.

Thinking of this, Arthur couldn't help but be even more worried.

"Hey, let's take a look~" One of the mercenaries saw that Arthur, the newcomer, was silent, and began to walk over to talk to the boy uninterestingly: "We have a newcomer here, and it's a little kid." What are you doing here, little ghost? I don't have enough pocket money at home, so I'm here to make extra money?"

After speaking, the rude mercenaries began to laugh tastelessly.

Arthur didn't bother to deal with the group, so he made them laugh. He just wanted to complete this boring task as soon as possible, and then continue to climb up the ladder and accumulate popularity, so as to pave the way for himself to join the French Knights.

However, the nasty ghost was not going to let Arthur go, and continued to sarcastically say: "Yo, this neat clothes, this clean hair, you kid is the son of a noble family, right? Otherwise, if there is a fight, you will be so scared that you will be able to pee out of the foreign face, but don't blame us for not warning you in advance!"

More green tendons popped out of Arthur's forehead. He really wanted to hack this pesky mercenary to death. But he held back. The dignified King of Great Britain would not have any problems with these little people.

"Is that all you have to say, sir?" said Arthur politely, "may you take your arm off my shoulder now? ＂

Arthur's sarcasm drew laughter from the entire caravan and even the group of mercenaries.

"Alright," the nasty ghost knew it wasn't interesting, and let go of Arthur, casually saying, "I actually just wanted to help—"

Before the mercenary could finish his sentence, his head had been pierced by a sharp arrow! Blood drenched Arthur's face!

"Enemy attack!!" shouted the lead mercenary captain, "Prepare for battle!"