"I owe you four thousand dinars now, don't I?" Eshyu took the reins from Salaman's hand, stepped on the stirrups, and turned over on his horse. He no longer wore a conspicuous single coat, but wrapped himself tightly.

"Uh...... I haven't really counted that. Salaman said honestly, tying a sack to the back of the saddle. Boss, you can pay back when you have money. ”

"You'll be able to return it when you come back." Estheus strapped the wolf's axe behind his back, and his longbow and quiver were inserted into the saddle's weapon pouch. He slowly stretched his muscles on the horse's back, and his joints made a subtle "crackling" sound. Feel good – or can't be better. He thought it would take some adaptation to regain his body's reflexes and instincts from a half-month hibernation, but now it seemed to be in his prime—and all the way up. If Eshu had been in his current state when he faced the Omenwolf head-on, perhaps that battle would have ended easily.

Wren circled around his steed a few times, bowing slightly. He had to admire the Daxia people's innate ability to observe horses. The two snowfield horses, which were purchased by Salaman, were not very impressive in terms of physiognomy alone, but under the heavy body hair, they were well-proportioned, sturdy and sturdy, and walked as steadily as a sergeant's step, and it was hard to imagine that these two good seedlings with the potential to become war horses cost Salaman a total of only a hundred dragon dinars at the horse market in Poimru.

"Boss, don't you really need us to go with you?" Salaman asked.

"I'll just go with Wren - you don't have to, actually." Eshu glanced at Wren, "But I don't have the authority to give orders to you, so you can do it yourself." ”

"You're no longer a mercenary attached to Livingston, so I don't need to continue to serve as a liaison lieutenant in the team. I will return to Fort Finbre and report to Viscount Ivanles, and you will not have to pay for this horse yourself, and I will naturally find a way to pay it back to Salaman. Wren said coldly, also hanging a sack behind the saddle. Anyway, there will be friction with the bandits on the way, and I just hope that we don't regret not bringing a few more sacks. ”

"I hope so." Eshua was noncommittal, and turned to look at Salaman, "Salaman, during the time I was in Raven City, you should inquire more in the tavern and ask if there is any news about Ismorola recently. ”

Salamane grinned, "Wrap it up on me, chief!" I've been wanting to fight with the Ravenstonians for a long time. ”

"Don't fall behind in Anson's training." "It's more important," Eshua advised. ”

"That's easy." Salaman smiled even more, "I'm also a person who has seen blood on the battlefield, and I will learn faster." I'm afraid that little experience won't teach him much longer. ”

"I'll figure it out." Esher said.

As Esher and Wren walked through the Urn City of the West City and walked out of the city gates, they encountered a group entering the city, holding the Cloud Falcon Banner of the House of Ivanles. At the head of the pack was Gal Bod Ivanles. Eshua greeted him, and both of them were stunned for a moment and nodded silently. The troops who had escorted Gelbold to the city had no intention of entering the city with them, and turned their horses and left after Gelbod had entered the city. The Cloud Falcon Banner gradually disappeared into the vast snow and fog outside the city. Wren then saw Gelbold and was a little surprised - instead of running a territory on the Fenbrai Plains adjacent to Shendever, he crossed half the north to Poynbru, where birds don't? As the two passed by, Wren couldn't help but glance at Gelbord, the dejected atmosphere that surrounded him was all too familiar, after all, when he was in exile outside the north, he and his mentor Sir Lyaudre more or less reflected a similar temperament.

The two of them went out of the city, but they did not walk along the main road, but specially picked some remote paths. After the defeat of the Misty Mountain army, the stragglers did not retreat back into the mountains, but instead turned into robbers, who troubled the lords of Livingston and then the civilians of Livingston. As a result, a large number of mercenaries flock to the North at this time of year, just to earn the high bounties offered by the two Knights against these Misty Mountain bandits. But it was not as easy to earn as expected, firstly, the rivals between the mercenaries were not limited to their peers, the troubled villages would spontaneously form patrols, and the dragon knights and the black spear knights could also cut off the bandits' noses to receive their share of the bounty - the knights were of course happy to see the bounty circulated and digested internally; Second, although the Misty Mountain bandits are contemptuously called a rabble, that is only for the military literacy they have completely lacking. The Misty Mountain tribe, which can compete for territory with fierce beasts such as ice wolves, snow leopards, and even ice bears in the treacherous Misty Mountains, is not much less fierce than the mercenaries who lick blood from the knife edge. Sometimes it's not clear whether the Misty Mountain tribe sent money to the mercenaries, or the mercenaries sent equipment to the Misty Mountain tribe. But Esher and Wren had no need to worry about this, and the two of them boldly ventured into the heart of the Vaal Snow Plains through the back-of-the-way paths, and hunted less than a mile from the foot of the mountain, and in a short time the severed noses filled a small sack with a small half-sack, and any bandit who thought they were weak was easily defeated. If it weren't for the deadline given by Gregory IV and the limited number of arrows in his quiver, Esher would have even wanted to stay in the Misty Mountains for a while. The furs of the beasts have always been priceless in the north, and if they can hunt a few snow leopard pelts, they can match the bandits he paid for five days in the Vaal Snow Plains.

The farther west, the bone-eating cold clears a few points. After the two of them walked out of the Vaal Snow Field, although the north wind was still cold, the sun had already warmed up. The inland seas began to thaw widely, and the bounty hunters and mercenaries that appeared on the snowy fields were significantly denser. They had entered the realm of Ryan, the jurisdiction of Duke Alexis and home to the Inland Sea's largest port, Changge Harbor.

When Esher and Wren entered the city, the blood-soaked sacks behind their saddles were eye-catching. The guard guarding the door stopped their horses and motioned for them to open the sack to check, but he only glanced at Estheu's sack and turned his head and retched, and quickly waved his hand to let him go, and Wren's sack did not even glance at it, lest he avoid it. The colleague asked him curiously what he saw, and the guard said with a look of disgust: "Urvet is on top, Lao Tzu has never seen so many noses piled up together in his life, and it is also a pity that we are cold here, otherwise it would have rotted and maggots would have rotted a long time ago." ”

"Two sacks that are so big, and they're full of noses?" The colleague didn't believe it, "Did he slaughter an entire tribe of the Misty Mountains?" ”

"He'd better be." The guard sneered, "Master Bachelor is not so easy to fool. ”