"Faith?" Estheu was reluctant to end, "I've always had it, and it's more determined than you think. ”

"Wait!" Brochette shouted out, turning his head to stare at Estheu, who by this moment had seen the heavy fog in the young man's eyes. If there really was a strong belief in his heart, then there should have been an equally strong light shining from the deepest part of his eyes at this time, then this conversation that delayed the two of them at the same time should not have happened a long time ago. A person's faith comes from his mission, and a person's mission determines his destiny. The more noble the mission, the more firm the belief is,—— firm enough to penetrate any naïve speculation about fate. The Child of Prophecy was the one who brought about the change in Pande, and Brochette could foresee that it would be a scene of earth-shaking things, that the blood and fire that ravaged the continent would be completely cleansed, and that there would be no more adventurers from Barkley, Mettenheim, Maritin, or even Vonkov who would land on Pande from all directions, because there would be no danger to be hauled, no profit, and no blood to lick. Farmers could sit in their fields and watch the sunrise and sunset, occasionally greeting passing knights, who would return the favor gracefully without showing disdain for the disparity between their status, and their children would sit together to read, play together, and grow up together. They have different beliefs, but they respect each other. The king and the princes were frank with each other, and the meeting between them would be governed by power rather than by power for personal gain. At that time, Pander will emerge from the ashes of the past in a new way, far stronger than the empire established by Kavala the Great! Brochette was eager to see the light in Estheau's eyes, and in the beam was the grand blueprint of an empire that Madigan had not yet had time to sketch in the "Long Poem of Prophecy".

"Don't prove your beliefs with words, and I never imagine, only demonstrate." Brochette stood, untied his robe, and tossed it to Estheux. He actually wore a layer of dense chain armor under his robe, and the belt around his waist was full of bright flying knives, and the aura of killing suddenly appeared. "I'll let Ranmarok in later, your injuries are not easy to explain, so put on your robes to cover them up first. Of course, if you still feel that Madigan's prophecy is a yoke to you, I am here to give you a practical piece of advice: choose liberation. Brochette pointed to the broken sword beside him, "Pick it up and cut it down on your neck, if that doesn't kill you, I don't mind cutting off your head myself, so that no amount of the fountain of youth can save you, and your 'fate' will end here, and I don't have to talk nonsense with you anymore." Now, tell me with your actions, how strong is your faith? ”

Essho silently grabbed the robes and put them on himself.

"Good." Broxett nodded, he saw the fog in Esthew's eyes quickly dissipate, the deep pool remained, the abyss still existed, and the dark shadows still lingered, but he already knew that Esher was at least not so extreme that he actually cut off his own head because of a few pieces of parchment. He is still very young, and he does not know the relationship between faith and mission, let alone the connection between mission and fate, but he will grow up, and one day he will willingly accept this shackle. Fate doesn't matter believers? He carefully recalled what Eishu said, but it was very interesting, I wonder if the subject is still valid for the god to be replaced? After all...... He was almost immersed in his academic thoughts, when he suddenly remembered that Ranmaroch was still waiting outside the tent, and could only write down the thought with some regret. "You can come in!" He shouted.

Ranmaroch walked into the tent, and behind him was not only Giger, but also Kia and Wren. The tent was spacious, but when the heavily armed men rushed in, it immediately became much more crowded. Ranmaroch first gave a military salute to Brochette and joked: "Dean, are you planning to go to the front?" Do you want to cut off your beard first? ”

"Don't play poor, if you really want to fight to that point, I will naturally cut." Brochette replied angrily, "Do you need me to avoid doing your business?" ”

"No," said Ranmaro, and then he looked at Esher by the campfire and looked at him for a long time: "The way you looked yesterday makes it hard for me to imagine that it will be you who turned the tide in the battle of the Simon Guard, and I have to say that Giger owes you a great favor." It seems that you can lead that small army through the Val Snow to get here, and you have some real skills, rather than relying on these two men who are still capable of fighting. He gestured to Kia and Wren behind him.

Eshu shrugged: "What's the situation?" ”

"There are tasks, but we need your consent to hire them." Kia squeezed his eyes at Estheau.

"To cut a long story short, I'm going to find a few good men to help Jig go out of the city to recover a batch of important military supplies. I've seen Kisia and Wren before, and considering that this is a supernumerary mission, even if you are Ravenston's mercenaries, I still need to hire them at a separate price. Ranmaroke observed Estheu's reaction, "How many dinars do these two people want?" Don't be too outrageous. ”

"The dinar is useless, my troops need food." Ai Xiu lowered his head and rolled the wide sleeves of his robe up his arms, but he replied quickly.

Damn, this is also an understanding person. Ranmarok cursed a foul word in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. "Two people, a share of the day."

"Two days," Eshu looked up and looked at Ranmaro, "and count me." ”

"Count you?" Ranmarok smiled dumbly, "Why are you counting you as a seriously injured person?" We didn't go out of town to feed the wolves. ”

"It's not a problem, I can still fight."

"You don't count." Ranmarok said impatiently.

"Does what Dean Brochette said count?" Estheu looked at Brochette, who didn't expect the ball to be kicked at him for a moment, and glared at Eschu with dissatisfaction, but he still gave a factual answer: "He took a potion made of hemp grass, and his injury improved quickly, at least the wound no longer affected his movement." ”

If there are still wounds. He added in his heart.

"Hemp grass?" Lan Ma Luo couldn't hold back in the end, his brows furrowed deeply, and suppressed anger flashed in his eyes, "Dean, even if you have this authority, this precious herb can't be used casually!" That's ......" he bared his teeth and swallowed back the words that followed.

"I gave him my share," Gig said on his own initiative, "or is it still owed?" First, use hemp grass to return a part. ”

"Hey, this favor is really not small, but it's up to you." Ranmarok sneered, turned and walked to the door, "Of course what the dean said, but I'm the head of the garrison in Poimbure. As long as you can get out of the tent, not only will I not stop you, but I will pay for an extra day's share of food, a lump sum payment. ”

"A word?" Eshy looked up, his eyes blazing.

"It's a deal." Ranmarok haughtily folded his arms.

Eshu slowly got up and walked around the campfire towards Ranmaroke. Due to the oversized robes he was wearing, Ranmarok could not intuitively judge the specific injuries of Eshu, and could only infer them by observing his steps, but he could not find out until Eshu stood still in front of him.

Eshu stretched out a hand and put it on Ranmaroke, and such a rash attitude angered him: "One hand? Are you sure? ”

Eshu didn't speak, but Ranmarok immediately felt a strong thrust from his shoulder, he was taken aback, remembering the short spear that pierced deep into the city wall, his hands unconsciously let go, and climbed Eshy's arm to fight against each other, and the two inadvertently formed a wrestling stance. But it only lasted a few seconds, and Esher only slowly straightened his arms, and Ranmaroch was helplessly pushed out of the curtain, and the steel shoes plowed two short, shallow marks on the earth.

"Okay, you win, count you in. You're capable of wrestling with an ice bear. Ranmarok let go of his hand stupidly, "Go to the arsenal and gather at the North Urn City at dusk, and I'll send someone to deliver three days' worth of supplies to your station." ”