Eshy walked into the tavern, three heavy purses swaying around his waist and slapping at each other. Every time he walked past a wine table, the high-mindedness around the table gradually subsided, and finally it was invariably overshadowed by the crisp metal collision. Estheu was pleased with the impact he had made. This is what Salamane taught him, and he has always tried and tested his attention in the face of mercenaries who are "on par with money". He sat down against the bar and threw his money bags on the table one by one. The cowhide slid in a beautiful straight line on the smooth wood, like a magnet drawing the mercenary's gaze. The tavern was quieter than ever, and the people held their breath as Esher pulled a dinar from one of the money bags. He tossed it high and caught it with his index finger and thumb, and by this time everyone could see the dragon roaring with its wings spread on the obverse of the coin. It was the Livingston minted dinar, the absolute hard currency of the North, and the dinar in general circulation was a featureless piece of metal compared to this official currency. The exchange rate between the two is one to ten.

And Esthew was not an unfamiliar face, many of them remembered that just a few days ago, this young man had provoked Fieldsway's quasi-first-class martial artist "Greatsword" Mary in public at the horse market in Silverlake. He rejected Marys' offer, and even accepted Livingston's order in front of her and the Valkyries. Of course, if the young man was nothing more than a reckless man, they wouldn't remember him either—there was no shortage of reckless men in Silverlake, and Maise had broken the backbone of many reckless men. But he easily subdued Maris, killed the Valkyrie she had brought in, and turned the horse market into a bloody slaughterhouse. There are still traces of blood spatting there.

"There are a hundred dinars in each bag here, and each one is exactly the same one between my fingers." "And I need fifteen good men to follow me to Boimble." These are just employment fees, and the weekly salary after joining is ten dragon dinars. ”

There was a sound of impatience in the tavern, and the anxious man couldn't help but stand up. Mercenaries' arithmetic skills become extremely high when measured in dinars. Fifteen people, 300 dragon pattern dinars, that is converted into 20 for each person, and then converted to 200 dinars! Not to mention that the weekly salary given by Eixiu is also quite generous. It is said that the best-paid mercenary group in Sarion is only thirty lion-patterned dinars per person per week.

"Is it going to Poimbro to fight bandits, or is it going to explore the Misty Mountains? Last time, there was an old bookworm in Poynbru who was reluctant to protect their knight master, and hired a team of adventurers to go deep into the misty mountains to help him find antiques, and now those people's heads don't know which spear in the snowy mountains is still inserted! Someone shouted.

"I went to Poynbru to suppress bandits, but there were not enough people, and there were only about a dozen."

"Yes, that brother, you suffered a lot of losses in your last mission!" The man said again.

"yes," Eshyu shrugged, "that's why I'm here now." Anyone want to sign up? ”

"Me!"

"Count me in!"

"Get out of the way! Brother, he wants a good hand, you poor sours who don't even have a whole set of leather armor to dodge a little! ”

"Only fifteen people?"

Mercenaries swarmed up, squeezing the space around Eshyus. "Wait!" Ai Xiu stretched out his hand, and by the way, he used his body to protect the money bag behind him, "There are too many people. Salaman, come in and pick someone! ”

"Okay!" In response, a big-eyed Daxia man strode in. He quickly glanced around the bar, struggled to squeeze through the crowd, walked over to Estheu's side and whispered, "There are only about four people here who can be called good players, and they should all be veterans." ”

"Let's take those four first, and then pull the general from the dwarf for the rest." Eshu whispered to Salaman, but he sensed something strange behind him, and he turned around smartly, only to find that the three money bags on the table were gone.

"Who!" Eshua let out a low sigh and stood up. His eyes suddenly emitted a fierce light, like a wolf baring out its white teeth, and everyone who was swept by his gaze couldn't help but take a step back.

"It's really all dragon dinars...... It seems that you made a lot of money in your last mission. A male voice with a strong northern accent came from outside the crowd, and the thief showed his true identity generously. He was a rather handsome man, with extremely striking long black hair that was casually draped over his shoulders. A narrow scar that spanned the entire face from left to right destroyed his originally upright facial features, and also added a bit of ruthlessness to his slightly feminine temperament. The three purses were held in the man's left hand and tossed at random.

Eshua looked at him vigilantly: "What are you doing? ”

"I have a proposal," the man walked up to Estheu and stood still, "why don't you give me all three purses, and I'll go with you to Boinbru." A money bag for a week - don't get me wrong, I mean, give me these three money bags and I'll sell you my life for three weeks. How's that for a good deal, right? Compared to these juggies," he pointed with his thumb contemptuously behind his back, "I could top twenty of them." ”

"Adesas, who do you say is the crumb?" One of the people in the crowd roared in exasperation.

"Whoever has the loudest voice is a crumb." The man known as Adesas replied without looking back, "How's it going?" I'm still waiting for your reply. ”

Esshu looked at Adesas silently, his gaze moving down, noticing the sword hanging from his waist. From the hilt to the scabbard, it was the color of night, and in the center of the jaw was a white skull with a grinning mouth, as if it were grinning. "Death Knight Sword?" Eshyu looked up, looked at Adesas, and asked calmly.

"Your Excellency has a good eye." Adesas nodded in surprise, "Yes, this Death Knight Sword is a trophy under it. There was a smug look in his tone.

"Can I take a look?" As he spoke, his hand was already grabbing the hilt of his sword.

Adezus's eyes froze, and his free right hand slapped the back of Essho's hand. He thought he would be able to slap Eshu away, but Eshu's wrist flipped and his palm went straight to his arm. Adassas was startled, and just wanted to break free, only to feel a strong force pass along the opponent's palm, shaking him back a few steps. At the same time, his waist was empty, and the long sword that he regarded as a treasure had fallen into Eshu's hands, along with the scabbard.

"Sure enough, the Death Knight Sword is a rare artifact." Essho lifted the jaw of his sword with his thumb, and just one glance at the blade knew that this was definitely the exclusive saber of the Black Knight of Heresy. He had one himself, but he was lost in the prison of Saarion.

"Thank you." Esshu tossed the sword back to Adesas, "I won't hire you, though. Because I need fifteen people, and you only have one. ”

There was a burst of laughter in the tavern. Adassus calmly pinned his sword to his waist, tossed the purse to Estheus, and turned to leave. "We'll meet again." He dropped the words.

"Who is this man?" Eshyu asked in a low voice.

"Ah......" Salamatan came back to his senses, "it should be the 'Midnight Blade' who has become famous in the mercenary world in recent years, I heard that he was originally the best candidate of Ryan Knight Academy, but then I don't know why he dropped out of school to become a mercenary. It is said that he has always completed the commission alone. ”

"I see." Eshua nodded, "The troublemakers have already left, let's start picking people." ”