"That's really ......" Eshua was a little surprised, after all, it was not every day that he could see a blacksmith of a military town doing the work of settling the bounty at the door of the Knights' residence, and the other party was not dressed like a strong man who spent his days with furnaces and metal - although the physique under the guru's robe was indeed burly, if it weren't for the hapless and stupid Vanderskerry mercenary who tried to fool around, Fucalo would just sit behind his desk and watch the frozen nose of the day, and no one would pay attention to his figure. I know that this is indeed not the work of a blacksmith, but there is no way, the Duke is very picky, and he is not willing to hire additional scholars who are skilled in this way for the bounty season, but someone has to prevent those bounty hunters who can't get the chicken thieves to hide from the world. I'll make a cameo at this time of year and relax. That is, I have never been able to spare time to echo Boimbru, otherwise I would have been able to take a stone bead in anatomy. Fucalo smiled heartily, and his attitude became much kinder after recognizing Estheus, "How about considering my previous proposal?" ”

The conditions proposed by the other party are not unfavorable, and Ai Xiu was a little moved, but after careful consideration, he still chose to refuse: "I appreciate your kindness, but even if it is the cost price, 10,000 dinars can't buy a few sets of standard equipment, can you help me convert it into food?" I need five thousand dinars of wheat, three thousand dinars of oats, and two thousand dinars of dried frozen fish. ”

"No problem." Fucalo glanced at Wren behind Edhu, "I'll arrange for someone to send it to Poimburu." ”

"Thank you very much." Eshy lifted the money bag on the table and turned to leave. It took a lot of time for the two of them to count and talk, and the team behind them had been stagnant for a long time, and some people had already begun to get impatient, but with the Vance Carey mercenary who had his nose cut off as a lesson from the past, and the heavily armed dragon knight staring at him, they didn't dare to make a noise.

"Take your share." Outside the Order's residence, Eshyu threw the money bag into Wren's hands. Wren silently took it, picked out the four golden dragon dinars, and returned the money bag to Eshy. "I don't think I'll be back in Poimpur after that, so you can give back the five hundred dinars to Salamane on your behalf."

"Yes." Eshyu shrugged and took the purse from Wren. Most of their sacks were actually filled by him, and Wren contributed only a small amount in the Vaal Snow Plain, not much, and had some surplus after paying off his debts to Salaman—the four golden dragon dinars were the surplus. It's hard to say if Essho deliberately left it for Wren. When the two hunted the bandits of the Misty Mountains along the way, the opportunities to use the sword were actually very limited, and those cunning robbers would immediately scatter as soon as they noticed the earth-wide difference in strength between the two sides, leaving only a few corpses of their accomplices who rushed forward in the snow. Even if the two mounts had eight more legs, they would not be able to catch up with the robbers fleeing in different directions one by one on the vast snowy field. But Eshu seemed to have anticipated this situation, and prepared his bow and arrows early, and his archery skills were so amazing that even the most seasoned ranger could not judge the direction of the wind as quickly and accurately as he did, and he didn't even need to raise snow dust, he could keenly feel the specific flow of air with his fingertips, and then calibrate the angle of the bow to make accurate shots that were exaggerated to frightening difficulty again and again. The howling wind was not an obstacle to Essho, but a help, and the arrows followed the wind's trajectory in the air in an unbelievable arc, and always ended up on the heads of the bandits. Wren was shocked at first, but then he became numb. He didn't really like the feeling of picking up leaks behind other people's butts, and Wren knew in his heart that if it weren't for the limited number of arrows in the quiver and the limited space in the sack, then the nose hill that had been piled up on Volkalo's table would only be taller and bigger, and he himself might not even have a surplus. Fortunately, now the two have parted ways, and after traveling to Fenbrey Castle, Wren's service in the mercenary team that existed in Eshua officially ended. Essius went to Raven City to receive a reward from the puppet king Eldor Gregory, while he remained in Fenbrey to await further arrangements from Count Ivanles.

Estheu walked some distance, suddenly stopped in hindsight, and looked back in the direction of the Knights' station, where there was still a long line of mercenaries waiting for a bounty, presumably the blacksmith chief was sitting behind the table at the moment. In the previous conversation between the two, Eschu did not tell Vucalo where his fief was from beginning to end, but the other party knew that he was going to send it to Poimbru without asking, even if he was a scholar from the Royal Academy, he knew a little abnormal.

At the moment, Vukkalo was not behind the desk, a cadet took his place, taking care of the mercenaries, while Vukcalo himself received an uninvited guest in the meeting room - to be precise, this uninvited guest had already arrived, earlier than the mercenaries who had come to the station early in the morning to exchange for a bounty, only now appeared. However, under normal circumstances, she may not appear until the mercenaries disperse, just standing aside and silently collecting materials.

Only today is an exception, because there are exceptions in the mercenary team.

"Yeats," Vokcarlo looked at the woman in front of him in the empty parlor, "how is Lista doing?" ”

"It's been a lot better, his bloody hand hasn't had a seizure for a long time, and the wolf's howling auditory hallucinations are no longer present. Perhaps the dean's judgment is correct, and we have dealt with the Omenwolf once and for all, and there will be no more messengers of the fourth generation of Vijovius from now on. Sitting opposite Vokcarlo was Yeats, Duke Alexis' chamberlain, who had traveled alone as a bard and left magnificent poems to be sung in many corners, only to stop in the desolate North for some reason. Among the anecdotes circulating in the taverns at the bottom, this beauty who is no longer young also maintains an extremely glamorous relationship with the captain of the Dragon Knights and Duke Ryan - in fact, most of the nobles of Livingston either think so, or choose one of them at random, and only a few people, including Volcarlo, know that Yeats is not a forbidden person. The two were not talking to each other at the moment, but rather a core member of the Theological Society founded by Brochette.

"It's not us, it's the Children of Prophecy, and according to the Dean, it was Esher Baranduk who personally killed the Omenwolf and held off the last counterattack of the Grey Tide." "You've already met him, how do you feel?" ”

"It's very ordinary, he doesn't have a presence in the mercenary team at all, and if he doesn't say his name, I'll probably leave him out - but if a sword is just hidden in a scabbard, it really doesn't have a sharp edge. I'm looking forward to seeing him draw his sword. I wish I could see a conqueror who looks down on me, not a reckless man who can only slash and slash. But you were so angry with that kid at first, right? ”

Voccaro shook his head: "That's not it, aside from his scheming Saarion merchant style, I actually have a good impression of him, his thinking is clear, meticulous, and calm." There are young men everywhere, but young men like Barandoke are rare everywhere, and they remind me of the old Frost—" he coughed awkwardly, "Speaking of which, is the Duke all right?" ”

Once again, Dams refused the Duke's summons, and had been finding various reasons to avoid the Duke's emissaries to Poynbru. Adults don't want to drink the potions you have concocted. Saying that you are busy supervising and looking at your nose is busy enough, and you don't need to worry about his condition. If you can, he would like you to help convince Dams, after all, you have the second most voice in the association after the dean. ”

Fucalo hesitated: "I still hope that the Duke can recuperate according to my prescription." Damus's potion could help him maintain his energy and physique for a short time, but it was squeezing his already fragile bones! Yeats, you have seen the drug poison after the end of the treatment, each time more painful, each time more ferocious! How much clean blood is left in his body? ”

"The North needs a strong but short-lived Duke Ryan, not a sick Frost who lives on his bed."

"That's what you think?"

"That's what the Duke said." Yeats looked away and said coldly.

“…… I know. After a long silence, Vokalo sighed helplessly, "I'll write to Damus." Do you want to wipe your face first? ”