The history of mercenaries runs through the entire history of Europe, since the ancient Roman era, there have been brave and warlike nations to serve the Romans, when the Roman Empire entered the late Germanic people, this fierce nation, became the main body of the ancient Roman mercenaries, and now even when the Roman Empire was wiped out by the Germans, there are many Germanic people who continue to choose to become mercenaries and live a life of licking blood with knives.

"Tomahawk Freedom Company is at your service, Your Excellency the Dean." Standing in front of Robert was the commander of this mercenary detachment, with brown messy hair, blue eyes, and a scar on the left cheek, which made the already pitted face even more fierce and ugly. He wore a wide-brimmed iron helmet with several feathers stuck at the top, a piece of leather armor inlaid with iron plates, and a green cloak behind him, also wrapped around the knees and shins of his legs.

"What's your name? Is it an aristocracy? Dean Robert looked at the physically strong commander in front of him, and expressed satisfaction in his heart for Jeff's ability to do things, this contractor has traveled from south to north and knows a lot of various people.

"My name is Rudolph, and I am the son of Baron Chester, but I am the second son of the family, and I have no right to inherit." The commander straightened his back, looked at the abbot in front of him, and said nonchalantly.

"The second son also has times when he gets ahead, don't worry about the captain, as long as you help me deal with my enemies, you will find the benefits of being my friend." Abbot Robert knew that there was nothing more appealing to these second sons than land, and promised Rudolph a piece of land as a shelter if he served him for a long time.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, Dean, but let's negotiate the commission according to the rules." Rudolph looked at Dean Robert with a blank face, and the Germanic character of doing things was vividly reflected in him.

"Of course, of course."

"That's good, the commission is settled once a week, two hundred silver offices each time, and my own remuneration is 50 silver offices. You need to pay 100 silver as a deposit, we can sign a quarterly contract, if you want to renew the contract can be negotiated separately, do you still have questions? Rudolph took out a piece of parchment from his bosom, and Robert took the parchment and opened the contract, which had been shrunk into a roll, only to see that there were several clauses written in ink, which were very detailed.

"What? So expensive. Robert looked at the contents of the parchment, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, although he was already the abbot of the monastery, but he had never hired an army, he didn't expect that it would cost so much money to fight, and he had to pay more than a hundred silver houses before the war started.

"Your Excellency is worth the money." Rudolph bent down and bowed lightly to Robert, but he was disdainful of these monks, how could these parasites in the name of God have a lot of land and wealth, while they can only lick blood with a sword.

"Well, as long as it serves my purpose, the money is nothing." Robert was so wealthy that he walked over to his wooden table with the parchment, lit a hot wax and dripped a large drop of wax under the parchment, and then when the wax was about to melt, he held up the ring with his family's heraldic motif on his right hand and pressed it hard.

"Thank you, from now on the Tomahawk Company will serve you, and the direction of your sword is the direction of our Tomahawk." Rudolph solemnly put away this parchment, don't underestimate this parchment, it means that this mercenary has found its master, and they will kill, loot and share the spoils in the name of Robert.

"Very well, now I'm going to take a look at your warriors and hope they will satisfy me." Robert straightened out his magnificent robe, the edges of which were embroidered with gold thread and folded in the light, and the jewel-encrusted gold cross and necklace around his neck made it even more wealthy.

"Please go this way." Rudolph led Robert out of the monastery gate, and in the open space a group of 100 mercenaries was gathered, most of them wore iron helmets and leather armor, but in their hands they held long-handled battle axes, long swords, broad-edged knives and other weapons, some carried shields and some did not have shields, among which the soldiers who used long-range weapons were holding crossbows and short bows, and the colors of their clothes were also varied, some were blue, some were green, but most of them were mainly light colors.

Warriors dressed in bright colors led their horses, they were nobles and then warriors on horseback, but because they had no property, usually these warriors could only afford to wear leather armor, but the spears in their hands were no less than knights when charging on their horses, and there were twenty-three good warriors in this part.

Those who wear light coarse linen clothes are landless farmers or bankrupt citizens, but after joining the mercenary team, they gradually become warriors who are adapted to fighting, new rookie mercenaries are usually placed in the first row of the team to be baptized by enemy attacks, only those who survive the first attack are eligible to become real mercenaries, and the commander has a duty to select and eliminate unqualified unqualified undead souls who are mixed in the team and receive a reward.

"Not bad." Dean Robert stood on the stone steps and looked at the fierce warriors below, nodded with satisfaction, in front of these armed warriors, for a moment Robert had a feeling of commandery, he couldn't help but raise his chin, see that he has finally come to this point, after eliminating the Wendell family, their land will be merged into his hands, and from then on the entire area will be under his control, and the attack on the Wendell family is also very advantageous, for the former Hough. Revenge for the death of Abbot Hannes.

While Abbot Robert triumphantly inspected his mercenary team, an elderly monk staggered with a basket towards the convent's warehouse, which was made of solid stone and wood, both sturdy and moisture-resistant.

"Stand still, what are you doing?" In the warehouse that is usually unattended, today there are two mercenaries standing at the door, they are bored with their swords and axes, yawning and shedding tears, but when they see someone approaching, they are very alert and grab the weapons in their hands.

"Oh, I'm a monk here, and I'm here, I've been ordered by Abbot Robert to deliver food." Brother Barth, with the pale hair, stretched out his thin arm and lifted the basket in his hand, but he was too old to hold it against the mercenary's nose.

"What's there?" Seeing in front of him an old monk who was about to enter the grave, the mercenaries put down their weapons, but they were very interested in the food in the basket, they opened the linen on the basket, and saw that there were two wheat loaves of bread inside, a plate of red berries and some fruit, the hungry mercenaries took away the bread without saying a word, the unleavened bread was very hard, but it was not a problem for them at all.

"Can I get in?" Brother Bart looked at it tremblingly, and the gobbling mercenary said cautiously.

"Let's go in, let's go in." The mercenaries concentrated on the bread in their hands, waving at the old man, who was not at all a threat, and Brother Barth hurriedly pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

"Hmm, hmm." Brother Barth went in and saw that in the dimly lit warehouse, on the wooden pillar that supported the whole storehouse in the center, Lady Eva was tied to the pillar with her hands, and her mouth was gagged with coarse linen and she made a whining sound, so that Lady Eva was not mistreated because she was to be used as bait.

"Lady Eva is me, Brother Barth." Brother Barth stepped forward and put his finger on his mouth to keep Lady Eva from making a sound, and he removed the linen from Lady Eva's mouth so that Lady Eva could speak freely.

"Brother Bart is great, please help me." Madame Eva was relieved to see that it was her friend Brother Barth, and hurriedly begged Brother Barth to let her go.

"No, ma'am, Robert has found a lot of mercenaries, and now the entire monastery is under the control of his mercenaries, and you can't escape at all."

"What? Is he going to attack Black Swamp Village? Lady Eva was astonished at Brother Bart's words, for there were not enough men to defend the Black Marsh Village at the moment, and it would not be a day before Robert could take it.

"Worse ma'am, he's going to use you as bait to kill the men of the Wendell family."

"So what should I do? By the way, Brother Bart, if you want to help me, you must help me, for my brother's sake. Mrs. Eva said anxiously.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to inform Sir." At this time, Brother Bart did not know that Sir Wendell had been promoted to baron by the Duke of Mason, but as a monk who had no quarrel with the world, he should not have cared about these things in the first place.

"Thank you so much, may God bless you."

"May God bless you, noble lady, before I contacted some of the senior monks, and we are going to put pressure on Robert to disband these mercenaries, and if things work out, you and your family will be safe." Brother Barth's eyes were bright, and as a lifelong servant of God, he was unhappy that Robert had recruited the mercenaries of the bloody outlaws into the monastery, even if Robert was playing Hough. The banner of Dean Hannes' revenge.

However, Brother Barth, an old man who had served the Lord in the monastery all his life, was too naïve, and some of the senior friars he contacted had already betrayed and betrayed them, and the senior friar stood in front of Abbot Robert and respectfully reported to Robert.

"God's most pious servant, our most honorable Abbot, has broken his oath and secretly plotted against your assemblies against you, led by the despicable Brother Barth."