"Hello, Mr. Baranduk, I am Lord Girbod Ivanles, and my father is Viscount Ivanles, lord of Fenbre Castle. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The young man sat in front of Ei Xiu, rubbing his hands a little crampedly, but the young man sitting in front of him alone completely wiped out a squad of Valkyrie knights, and captured a quasi-first-class martial artist alive, and he could not afford to be slack. Kia handed him a cup of boiling snow water, which he took and thanked him.

Gellbord took a sip, his face embarrassed: "Although Mr. Baranduke is extremely strong, he does not have decent troops under his command, not only is the equipment unacceptable, but the number is not enough. A troop of more than 60 people is a drop in the bucket no matter where they assist in defense. ”

Esher winked, Kea understood, and spread the topographical map he had marked on the square table, and Gelbold glanced down, his hands shook violently as if they were scalded by boiling water, and he jumped up from his stool, almost throwing himself headlong on the map, his fingers swept over the interlaced two-colored arrows, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who made the map?" ”

"It's me." Kea replied.

Gellbord was even more shocked, the topographic map in front of him was nothing more than a large road goods that could be seen everywhere in the market, only scribbled the locations of the forts and towns on the border between Livingston and Fieldsway, but after processing by Kia, it became a rigorous military map! The location of Fieldsway and Ravenston's camp is clearly marked with the advance and retreat of the army, and it is clear at a glance, and the military snow plate put forward by his father, Viscount Ivanles, cannot be so detailed! The strategic value of this topographic map is immeasurable! But it was not from a veteran of battle, but from the young man in front of him who had just handed him a glass of water!

"May I ask you ......" Galbord didn't even care that the other party looked like he was the same age, and used an honorific title.

"Kisya." Kia looked at the other party's respectful appearance, and felt a little funny in his heart, this topographic map was the result of him and Eshua risking being besieged by the regular army for the past week, watching the battlefield every day, if this could not make a detailed military map, then Kia would go back to Marions by himself and eat the books he had read one by one.

"This topographical map, and Mr. Baranduk's force, is worth fifty thousand dinars!" Gellbold recovered from his shock and said categorically, "But why would Mr. Baranduke succumb to Silverlake as a little mercenary? It is better to serve our army, soar on the battlefield, and establish meritorious deeds! ”

"Merit?" Eshua smiled politely, noncommittal. He leaned forward, his fingertips firmly on the topographic map: "This is where my work lies. ”

Galbord looked in the direction of Estheau's finger and found that the other party's finger was landing on the Pothuraban, a subsidiary village of the Iron Oak Fort and an important transit point for the northern logistics line of Ferzwe, where the army of more than 10,000 people on the Fieldway front had hoarded food and grass. Viscount Ivanles did not have the idea of attacking Porhulaban, but he regretted it because of his depth in the territory of Fieldsway.

Gal Bod rubbed his hands, and a dark cloud of hesitation gradually spread in his eyes, he was originally ordered by his father to come to Silverlake Town to recruit mercenaries to assist in the infantry front, but he did not expect to meet a big Buddha like Eshu, and he opened his mouth to point the spearhead directly into the winner of the war, which was beyond his authority. "I had to ask my father to make a decision." He said embarrassedly.

"Please, I'll stay in Silver Lake for the next few days." Eshu stood up and made a send-off gesture. Kia rolled up the topographical map and handed it to Galbord, and with a gentle smile on his face, he said, "I hope Viscount Ivanles will make a wise decision." Oh, by the way, please bring a word to the viscount for me," he leaned into Gellbord's ear and lowered his voice, "spring is still a month away, and Fieldsway is rich in seafood and plenty of food, not to mention a two-front battle with Darsha and Livingston, even with one more Sarion, and a three-front battle can be supported for a while; I know that the inhabitants of the northern border have always been brave and do not lack the confidence to fight on two fronts, but if you add the barbarian raiding army in the Misty Mountains, how much is left? ”

Galbord was startled, a bone-chilling chill at the back of his neck, as if someone had grabbed a cloud of ice and snow and stuffed it into his collar. He glanced at Kia with fear, and the smile on the latter's face was still gentle, but in Gelbord's eyes, it clearly smacked of conspiracy. He gave Kia a deep look, wondering if this man was really just a mercenary.

After Gal Bord left, Salaman walked in with a gloomy face, slammed his fist on the square table, and shook his head incessantly: "It's all a bunch of bastards!" As soon as I heard that I was going to the front line, I clamored to leave the team! ”

"How many people would like to stay?" Kia asked, he was not surprised at all, the mercenaries raised by the Sarion Merchants' Guild dealt with the thieves who robbed the path every day, and they were used to being pampered, so they suddenly let them go to the front line, and they were no different from driving a herd of sheep to fight the wolves, and before the wolf hairs could be seen, they were frightened by the wolf commotion in the air and ran away.

"There are only a dozen or so people, and that Anson, but he's not a fighter yet, I'm afraid it will be a drag if he goes." Salamane looked at Eshy, this young man who had saved his escort team on the border of the Empire, and now he had become the de facto leader of this mercenary team, he had no words about it, first, he had great favors first, and second, Eshyu's style of acting had already convinced him, even if there was a bottomless abyss ahead, Salaman would jump with Eshu without hesitation. "Boss, what do you say?"

Eshu's fingers tapped lightly on the square table, and he thought for a moment: "Break our remaining gold into dinars, and those who leave the team will give them a thousand dinars each." Then tell those who want to stay, after the battle, I will give them all the mercenary fees from the Livingston Kingdom! ”

Salaman was shocked at first, Essho's handling could not be more magnanimous, or it could be said that he could not be more soft, not only did not hold those who left the team accountable, but even offered travel expenses. 1,000 dinars, there are about 50 people who left the team, that is more than 50,000 dinars! During the time that the troops were stationed in Silverlake, Salamaran was in charge of the finances, and knew that the previous spending of money had already wiped out more than 40,000 dinars in the accounts, and if the severance pay was included, he would immediately fall into a dilemma of poverty and whiteness! Salaman's hand clenched the edge of the table tightly, and his voice was bitter: "But Livingston can look down on a mercenary team with less than twenty people left?" ”

Eshu glanced at Kia: "Me and him combined, at least worth seventy or eighty thousand." ”

"Hey, hey!" Kia protested, "It's like we're selling sheep's head meat on a sign, but I think my topographic map alone is worth 30,000 dinars!" He glanced at the stunned Salaman, patted the shoulder of the Daxia man, and sighed: "In Pande, it is difficult to be a good person, everything is difficult at the beginning, and you can get used to it in the future." ”

"That's it, Salaman." Esher said.