Located on the western shore of the Inland Sea, at the junction of Sarion, Livingston, and Fieldsway, Silverlake is home to the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Whether it is a farmer in the village who is unwilling to be buried in farm work and military service, or a foreign adventurer who has crossed the ocean to the Pander continent, Silver Lake Town is the best place for them, and there is no one. The endless war between the three kingdoms is precisely the fertile ground for the survival of the "mercenaries", an industry that sells force and lives, and the town of Yinhu, where the mercenaries are entrenched, is naturally thriving. A hundred miles to the north of the town is the capital of Livingston, named after the city of Livingston, eighty miles to the south is the Dark Falcon Fortress ceded to Sarion by Livingston in the Second Battle of the Dragon and Lion, and forty miles to the west, there is the Iron Oak Fort and the Dragonguard Fort in the distance, between the two forts is the front line of the battle between Livingston and Fieldsway, the armies of the two sides have been facing each other in the densely vegetated hills for a month, but there has been no big movement, but the mercenaries have killed you to the death.

On January 17, 354, Pande, a mercenary team of sixty or so men was stationed around the town of Silverlake, led by a Dasha man named Salaman, who spoke the Pande lingua franca fluently. At first, they had a fight for the sake of territory with a veteran led by a veteran who had retired from Livingston's regular army - in fact, the other side had come to find fault with their own outnumbered people, and seeing that a fire was inevitable, Salamaran threw a crossbow and shot off the veteran's hood. While the veteran was still stunned, another crossbow bolt flew past his scalp. Salamatan put down the two crossbows in his hand, clapped his hands, and a line of light crossbows formed behind him, aimed at the veteran and his men. The veteran's face turned blue, he didn't expect that the other party's equipment was so good that everyone carried a crossbow. However, if he knew that the mercenary team in front of him was formerly the caravan guard of the Salion Chamber of Commerce, he would have retreated long ago - although the merchants of Salion were stingy, they also spared their lives, and their guards had always been armed to the teeth, and they would not even lose too much to the regular army.

The veteran himself had been in the regular army, and knew how terrifyingly lethal this platoon of light crossbows was to his motley army, although they were more than twice as numerous as the other side, the best equipment among them was nothing more than a piece of battered plate armor picked up from the battlefield, most of them did not even have leather armor, only a thick cotton coat. On the other hand, light and strong chain mail is standard. The veteran immediately knew that he had encountered a hard stubble, so he had no choice but to admit it, apologize and leave with the people. Salamane has also made a name for himself in Silverlake, where the mercenaries say they have a heavily armed mercenary army whose leader is proficient in crossbows. But strangely enough, this group of mercenaries never took business, and when an employer offered them 30,000 dinars for a month, Salamaan refused without frowning. It stands to reason that such a team would not stay long in the town of Silver Lake, where prices were extremely unstable, but they were stationed for a week, buying barrels of good wine and fine bacon in batches in the town, and the dinar was like a "whooshing" stream of water in their hands, and the smell of wine and meat floated over the camp day and night.

Before dawn, and the dark blue icy mist was still in the sky above Silverlake, Anson got up, or he had to, because if he lifted the quilt half a minute slower, a horsewhip would have been whipped. After being entrusted to Salaman by Esher, Anson was subjected to almost rigorous training, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, and his slender body gradually puffed out some muscles, at least not even a long sword like he had at the beginning, but Salaman still did not teach him basic sword skills, and did not even let him touch the sword.

"When will I have a longsword of my own?" Anson followed Salamane to the open space in front of the tent, yawning incessantly and asking.

"It's still early." Salamatan flicked the whip in his hand, "Want to learn how to hold a sword?" Start with your feet. Pose for me. ”

Anson didn't know what he meant, but he did so, and he did what he did in a knight's novel, in a half-standard lunge, his right hand held in front of him in a sword-like position, and his left hand at his side, which he imagined was a thick heraldic shield protecting his body. According to the book, such a posture can be attacked, retreated, and defended. "How's that?" Anson asked tentatively.

Salaman shook his head and pointed between Anson's feet, "Pay attention to the distance between your feet. ”

Anson just lowered his head, and the wind rose in his ears, and Salaman slapped him firmly in the face. Anson was stunned, and he couldn't turn back with a crooked face for a long time. Salaman's slap used force, like slapping a few bees into Anson's ears, and in the "buzzing" tinnitus, Anson vaguely heard Salaman sighing incessantly: "First lesson, be prepared to be attacked at any time, only then can you hold the sword in your hand." Trust me, Anson," he patted Anson's swollen cheek, "The enemy never tells you anything, they only think about how to slit your throat cleanly. Now, go and run ten laps around the camp. ”

Anson walked away in frustration, thinking that he shouldn't have asked Salman for sword skills. Salaman is not a knight of noble birth, and as for the eight virtues, he can't beat the eight poles. In the future, if you have the opportunity, you still have to consult the young man brought by Ai Xiu, he has an indelible aristocratic atmosphere in his behavior, and he is polite, I don't know which dilapidated courtyard he was born in, and he was abducted into the team by Ai Xiu in a daze. On the third lap, Anson suddenly turned to Salamane and asked, "What about Esher and Kia?" ”

"I don't know," said Salaman, "they went out before dawn." ”