"Bang!" Eshu kicked open the lid of the box, and the mercenaries' eyes immediately widened as big as copper bells, and their throats rang in unison: a box full of dinars! This is probably the scene that every miser dreams of, and they are afraid that they will plunge headlong into the box, and even if they suffocate in the copper stench, they will have a sweet smile on their faces. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info mercenaries still wanted to take a few more looks, and "click", Esher closed the lid again. He stepped on the box, and also stepped on the reluctant gaze of everyone, and said: "The deposit hired by Livingston in the box is a total of ten thousand dinars. After our mission is completed, they will send 140,000 more. ”

140,000?! The sound of gasping for cold air came and went, and some people even let out a low exclamation. Most of them have probably been mercenaries for most of their lives, and the dinars they earn may not be enough to fill the chest under Eshu's feet. But now, Esher told them that there were fourteen more of them!

"Boss, what do you want us to do over there?" Someone asked, it was an elderly veteran, said to be old, in fact, he was in his early forties, but being able to live in the high-risk and low-income industry of mercenaries until the age of not being confused was already quite old, and he was naturally extremely sensitive to dangerous smells. "There's too much money given, it's not like an ordinary defense mission."

"It's not a defense." "We're going to attack Pothuraban and burn the grain and grass that Fieldsway's army has stockpiled there," Eshua said. ”

There was another gasping sound, so it seems that the 150,000 dinars are really not easy to earn, although the mercenaries have no tactical minds, and they don't know what logistics support is, but they understand a truth, that is, people always have to eat, and if there is no food and grass, there is nothing to eat. This is to pinch Fieldsway's life, that person must not work hard? The veteran hesitated, pointed to the box of dinars and asked, "Chief, how do you divide it?" ”

"You divide it evenly, I won't take a penny." Esher said.

The veteran's mouth trembled violently, and a short syllable popped out, as if choked on the third breath of cold air: "Really? He swept through the people around him, counted them, and counted the little sprouts and the veteran himself, who were carried out by Salaman every day, and there were thirteen of them, which meant that each of them would receive more than ten thousand dinars, if they came back alive.

"If we die, will we still get the money?" The veteran asked again.

At this time, Kia, who had been standing silently, spoke: "We will do our best to get the money into the hands of your family." ”

Salaman opened his mouth, but stopped talking. The veteran shook his head: "I don't have any family, and if I had, I would have left with those people earlier." They either have parents to support or children to take care of, so they naturally refuse to follow their leaders to the battlefield to play for their lives. I've been a mercenary for more than 20 years, and I've basically turned Pande around, but I haven't saved many dinars. The biggest wish in this life is to think about the addiction of rich people, and dress yourself up like those merchants in the royal city, being served by good wine, good meat and good women. ”

"He was originally from the village of Bemont Falai, whose village was razed to the ground by the 'monster' Tervo when Fields went to war with Sarion five years ago, leaving no men, women and children alive." Salaman whispered in Kia's ear. "Those who are willing to stay are unaccompanied."

The corners of Kia's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at those nervous and gray faces, and an uncontrollable sadness welled up in his heart. No one really wants to be a mercenary, and no one wants to live a life of pinning their heads to the waistband of their pants, but for various reasons they pick up the sword, they do not fight for their homeland, they do not fight for honor, they only humbly struggle all over Pander for their livelihood.

Happy people are the same, and unhappy people are unhappy in their own way. Kia recalled that he had been flipping through an old dusty book on the balcony of the Great Library, and Marions' warm sunlight and gentle sea breeze made him a little drowsy, only to wake up at the sight of this sentence and chew on the sourness in it repeatedly. Now, the sourness was churning in his mind again, only that it no longer came from the sad assertions of the book, but from the real people in front of him. It is not that each has its own misfortune, but that the misfortune leads to the same end.

In the midst of the war, there is nothing new in the story, only bloodstains.

Eshua slowly lowered his feet, opened the lid of the box, and motioned for the veteran to step forward. The veteran walked up to Eshu with some hesitation, his hand trembling, and reached into the box, grabbing a handful of dinars, the hard coin holding his fingers like a twisted chicken claw. The veteran rubbed the dinar hard against his face, breathing greedily, as if it were not a metal with a faint smell of rust, but chunks of fine whale oil from Wenderholm.

"I can't smell enough of the smell of money!" The veteran gritted his teeth and looked at Esher, "Boss, whether you live or die, I'll do this with you!" ”

Someone set an example, and the rest of the people no longer hesitated, they chose to stay, they had already put life and death out of the way, anyway, the defense is nine deaths, and burning grain and grass is also nine deaths, and it is also nine deaths, so do it vigorously! "It's done!" Twelve men roared unevenly. Salaman duly handed them the empty leather bags, and the crowd rushed to the boxes to fill the dinars, not caring who took more and who took less, and before long the boxes were soon empty, and even the dinars that had fallen on the grass were pulled out of the cracks in the mud.

"Let's go, go to Silver Lake Town to drink and find a woman! Lao Tzu is in for a treat! The old soldier shouted, he was already standing in front of the box, and his leather bag was the most swollen, at least fifteen hundred dinars, "Whoever robs me and he is in a hurry!" ”

A group of men hooked their shoulders and left with shouts. Kia leaned over to Eshy's side, frowned and asked, "Whatever?" Let them get drunk, and I am afraid that their heads will be soaked in alcohol tomorrow afternoon, and in this case going deep into the heart of Fieldsway will be no different from sending them to death. ”

"We'll leave the afternoon the day after tomorrow, so it doesn't hurt to let them go crazy."

"I can't see that you're quite human. What are you going to do with that Maise? ”

Eshyu turned to look at Kia, "Gal Bod didn't want it?" ”

"Said that it was rejected by Viscount Ivanles, let us see for ourselves."

"Well," said Estheus, "then I'll take her to Fieldsway's barracks to exchange some ransom with Sigimund, and by the way reconnoiter the terrain near Pohuraban." ”

Kia stared at Eshu wordlessly for a moment before saying, "Are you serious?" Did you know that this kind of behavior of taking prisoners of war to the door to ask for money is the greatest humiliation to the façade of an aristocracy? Especially since you're betting on the daughter of the Marquis of Siggimond. His champion swordsman will want to chop you to pieces, right? ”

"This ...... I really don't know. Esthew replied honestly.