Estheu ignored Estelle and just looked at Brochette, "You're looking for me?" ”

"Estelle, you can avoid it for a while, I have something important to discuss with this Mr. Baranduke, please close the door for us before leaving." Brochette tapped Estelle on the shoulder, signaling that she needed not be vigilant. Estelle's hand on the hilt of the sword slowly let go, and she recognized the near-naked man behind the desk, who had once burst out in front of the auditorium door with an axe, nearly cutting off half of her head, and half a month later, the lingering palpitations of life and death had not dissipated. Before leaving, she couldn't help but stare at Esher a few more times.

Brochette walked over to the desk and looked down at Estheux: "Maybe I should find time to brush you up on some basic etiquette, although Livingston is not as particular as Sarion, but you were recommended by the Black Spear Knights and the Royal Academy, if you act in the same style as Fieldsway's boss, I can't get over my own face - didn't Dams actually prepare a set of clothes for you?" Or is it that you have been in the empire for a long time and are used to such cool ...... 'dress'? The old man made an innocuous joke, took off his robe, and threw it on Estheau's knee. The second time, not as an example. Oh, and," he reminded, "in the right sleeve is a letter from His Majesty the King. ”

Esthew put on Brochette's robe, reached into the wide cuffs and fumbled with it, then pulled out the letter that Brochette had spoken of through the pocket-like compartment. After a quick glance, Eshu asked sullenly, "How much time do I have left?" ”

"In two weeks, if you have a fast horse, it will be more than enough to go to Raven City. But I warn you, the road is not smooth. Although this year's raiding tide has been dispersed, this does not mean that those barbarians in the Misty Mountains will not be able to hibernate from now on, on the contrary, March every year is the time when bandits are most rampant. Based on your previous performance, you can also be regarded as a super-first-class martial artist, of course, some thieves are not afraid, but Poinbru does not have a super-first-class horse. If you break your horse's leg in the middle of nowhere, all you can do is pray. ”

"Are there any bounties for those bandits?" Essho asked.

"The focus of your attention is actually here?" Brochette smiled, "You lack the dinar?" ”

Eshua nodded: "One poor and two white." "He gave all the rewards for the previous attack on Bohulaban to the mercenaries, and he didn't keep a single son for himself, and even the three hundred dragon-patterned dinars hired in Silverlake Town were borrowed from Salaman, and he has not returned them so far.

"I don't even have any savings in my pocket, and I dare to bargain with me for a knighthood. You don't really think that with a fiefdom, it will rain in the sky, and you just need to open your pockets to catch it, right? Brochette shook his head helplessly, "How can there be such a beautiful difference." The villagers won't spontaneously help you fix the roads, drill the mines, build a caravanserais, let alone hire professional craftsmen - it's one thing to have the money to ask, it's another to want to come. Infrastructure construction is a bottomless pit for burning money, and 50,000 dinars may not be heard if it is smashed. Your fiefdom of Ismolola is nowhere near the wealthy villages around Shendefu, and you can just run a business and collect taxes - you better be prepared, after all, Ismolola's environment is very remote. ”

"Is there a bounty?" Essho repeated.

"That's all you care about?" Brochette shook his hand angrily, and then remembered that his robe was being worn by Eshyu, and he had no sleeves to brush, so he had to put it down. "Yes, both the Dragon Knights and the Black Spear Knights have issued orders to suppress bandits, and at this time of year, the rewards are especially generous. The Dragon Knights have the support of Duke Alexis, who has a lot of money, and has a sky-high price of fifteen dragon dinars for a nose; The Black Spear Knights are a lot shabby, and a nose is only worth five dragon-patterned dinars. This is something that can't be helped, Ryan sits on a big port like Changge Port, and the water route can even be used as a land route after the sea freezes in winter. But the advantage of Boynbru is that there is more bandit and less competition. ”

"That's not an advantage, is it?" "There must be no shortage of mercenaries in Poimbro to fight bandits and go to Ryan to receive rewards," said Eshy. ”

"You know their tricks," said Brochette, "but generally no one makes it out of Valsnow alive." The bandits of the north are brutal. Five dragon-patterned dinars is also a lot, which is converted into fifty universal dinars, which is enough to buy five glasses of light ale in the tavern. ”

"There's no way I'm going to run my territory on light ale."

"So that little bounty can't support a quasi-knight like you. I'll just give you a few words, in Pande, the fastest way to get money is—"

"Make war money." Eschu put it bluntly, "Looting villages, looting logistics convoys, selling prisoners of war." But as you said before, it will be difficult to start a war within half a year. I need to build a private army and maintain their funds at the moment, and I have no plans to run the territory anytime soon. ”

"You have a clear mind," said Brochette coldly, "just by suppressing bandits?" Those flies and legs and mosquito meat may not feed you. ”

"Just by suppressing bandits." Eshua thought for a moment, and then said, "I have heard that the horses of the Gatu steppe are very hot in the north. ”

"If you can get a pure-blooded Cato War Beast from Juda's personal guard and use it as a stallion for the Black Spear Knights, I am willing to buy it for 30,000 dinars!" Brochette said categorically.

Essho shook his head, learning from Brochette's tone: "Thirty thousand dinars, I'm afraid you won't be able to feed me." ”

Without saying a word, Brochette reached open one of the drawers of his desk and placed a stout syringe in front of Estheux, leaving dark red stains of dried blood on the transparent walls. Eschu couldn't help but tighten at the sight of the syringe arm, and he couldn't have been more impressed with the thing, Brochette had almost drained both of Eshy's arms when he held it. "Coming back?" Essho asked.

"I thought so, but I forgot it." Brochette said, with a faint regret in his eyes that made Eixiu uncomfortable, "The blood taken from you before, and the poison in the blood that was diluted in your body, and a lot of precious medicinal herbs were added to hang your little life." But you don't know anything about medicine, and I don't want to explain the process. You just need to remember that after coming and going, you owe Wang Liacademy a life. ”

"Then let me take a stallion and pay it back?" Essho asked.

"You're naïve." Brochette stood in front of Estheu and looked at him condescendingly across the desk, "If you think 30,000 dinars is too little, of course I can continue to bid upwards, but it's a big deal to pull down my old face and borrow money from Duke Alaric." You owe me this life, and you have to do something for me to pay it back. ”

"What's the matter?"

"It's not the time yet." "But when I need it, you'll be the first to know." ”

“…… Good. ”

"Doing what you say?"

“…… Word. ”

"Then swear an oath." Brochette placed a black cross in front of him, took the lead in biting his index finger, and dropped a drop of blood onto the right end of the cross, "My blood, the shackles of my oath, the shackles of life." ”

"This trick only works for believers in the goddess of order." Eshu stared at the black cross on the table, expressionless.

"Ever since Kavala the Great conquered the continent of Pande, all people have become followers of the goddess of order, regardless of their previous deity." Brochette said meaningfully, "You are a believer in order first, and then something else. ”

Remembering the strange dream, Eshu silently bit his index finger and dripped blood onto the left end of the black cross. "My blood, the shackles of my oath, the shackles of my life." He whispered. With Essho's words, the two blood beads began to roll along the horizontal lines, converging in the center, gradually filling the slender grooves, and finally submerged into the cross, revealing a strange crimson in the deep black.

"The Blood Cross Pact, established." Brochette put away the black cross, "You can get ready to head to Raven City next." ”

"Is this the full Covenant of the Blood Cross?" Before Eshu went out, he asked casually.

"Yes," Brochet nodded, "Why, have you been deceived by the monks of the Inquisition before?" ”

"Not really. It's that I didn't learn home. "Eshugh closes the door.