There was a long line in front of the Dragon Knight's station, all of them were mercenaries waiting in line to exchange bounties. In charge of the acceptance was a scholar in a gray and black tutor's robe, with a face of about forty, and several students to identify the dead flesh that had been frozen to frost white. One by one, the mercenaries stepped forward and dumped the noses cut from the faces of the Misty Mountain bandits on the table, and the scholar quickly glanced around, nodding slightly, and the students immediately stepped forward to start counting, and then settled the bounty, arranging stacks of dragon-patterned dinars according to the number of noses. The whole scene is like an orderly slaughterhouse, and the butchers and butchers take what they need, and they are all happy. As a result, the queue was long, but it was always quite fluid, and everyone was moving forward. When it was about to be Estheu's turn, the team briefly came to a standstill. The old-eyed scholar was stunned for some reason, he frowned, stared at the nose scattered on the table for a long time, and stretched out his hand to signal the student to hand him the identification glass. He picked up a piece of his nose, easily broke it open, and tossed it over and over his hand, carefully observing the structure of the cartilage. When the scholar lowered the identification glass, his face was already covered with gloomy dark clouds. He raised his head and stared coldly at the mercenary in front of him, whose expression had become extremely unnatural: "Where did you cut this nose from?" ”

"Of course it was cut off from the faces of those barbarians in the Misty Mountains......" The mercenary smiled with a cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Fart!" Two noses smashed in his face. The scholar suddenly burst into flames, his body rising from behind the table, his arms outstretched in his long sleeves as strong as iron, and he reached out and grabbed the mercenary's head, and pressed him down on the table. The mercenary struggled violently, but the scholar remained unmoved, only lifted his head and smashed it down repeatedly, and repeatedly wiped it across the round table, dragging long trails of blood. The ears were scattered all over the place, and the mercenary no longer resisted, but moaned weakly. The scholar lifted his head, gritted his teeth, and paused word by word: "The nose of the barbarian of the Misty Mountains, the cartilage of the nasal cavity is irregular arch-shaped, and the fat layer of the wings of the nose is particularly thick. Lao Tzu has been looking at the nose here for almost ten years, and you are not the only one who is indiscriminate, but you are the first to have the courage to take the nose of a Ravenstonian to receive a reward. The scholar let go of his hand and let the mercenary's body collapse like a puddle of mud under the table: "Say! How did it come! ”

"My lord! My lord! This is what I cut from the bodies of several victims, I am confused, and I want to make more money! The bloodied mercenary couldn't stand up, and he tried to grab hold of the edge of the table many times, but his sense of direction and center of gravity had been shattered by the violent ravage, and his hands were just waving wildly in the air, never being able to land. The scholar grabbed the mercenary's arm, lifted him up like a chicken cub, quickly cut off his nose with a sharp knife, kicked him to the ground again in the mercenary's screams, and shouted at the queue: "Listen, if anyone dares to fool Lao Tzu with the nose of a non-misty mountain barbarian, get out of here now, don't get the money when the time comes, and the nose will be gone like this little bastard." "You guys," he said, turning to a few dragon knights who stood by and watched the bustle, "throw him into prison, and release him after a week if he is still alive, and throw him into the inland sea to feed the fish when he is dead." The scholar took one last look at the bloody nose in his hand and spat at the mercenary with disdain: "He's a fucking van skerewolf who has been with the Misty Mountain barbarians all the way." ”

Several mercenaries hesitated for a moment, quietly exited the queue, rummaged through their loot bags, and quietly stood at the end of the queue. The scholar watched their small movements coldly and did not ask any further questions. The ranks continued to flow.

When Esher and Wren each came to the scholar with a sack on their shoulders, the scholar's eyebrows trembled violently twice, and he looked at the two young men in front of him suspiciously: "So many? ”

Eshu nodded, opened the sack and dumped his nose on the table, forming a small hill in a moment. The scholar glared at Ai Xiu angrily, and stretched out his hand to slowly break up the "hill", but the area of the table obviously could not accommodate so many noses spread out at the same time, so the scholar had to check and let the students count at the same time. During this time, he consciously or unconsciously played with the bloody sharp knife, while carefully observing the changes in the face of the young man in front of him, but Eshu was always expressionless. It took a while for the noses of the two sacks to be counted, and they were all genuine "products" of the Misty Mountains, a total of one hundred and thirty-eight, which was converted into two thousand and seventy dragon-patterned dinars.

"We don't have that much cash." The scholar spread his hands and laughed a little scoundrelly, "Or I can't give you that much, after all, there are so many mercenaries behind you waiting to exchange for bounties." ”

"What is the maximum you can pay?" Essho asked.

"Half." The scholar said, "As for the rest, I suggest you go to Poynbru and find the Knights of the Black Spear." But judging by what you're doing, you're probably coming from the direction of Poynbru, right? ”

"Yes." Eshua did not deny, "I'm in a hurry, can the remaining half be converted into something else at the market price?" For example, weapons and equipment, food, and so on," he thought for a moment, and then added, "Building materials are fine." I'll keep it here for now, and I'll pick it up later. ”

"You know how to do business, have you ever been in the Central Plains before?" The scholar scoffed, "This is not within the purview of the Dragon Knights. We are not obligated to help you procure things. ”

"But there's always an obligation to pay the bounty, right?"

"I can't give it all to you." The scholar was a little impatient, "Do you not understand human speech?" ”

"You can owe it first." "I'll come back later to get the other half." ”

The scholar choked and said after a while, "Do you want me to write an IOU?" ”

"That's for the best." Eshu nodded.

"Damn, you look like a typical Sarion merchant, and it's really unpleasant. Bring the paper! The scholar scolded and raised his quill, "Come, come, tell me the name of the creditor." ”

"Esher Baranduk."

The scholar's hand froze in the air, and he raised his head in surprise and repeated: "Esher Baranduk? ”

"You know me?"

The scholar nodded, "Of course." As a scholar from the Royal Academy, I owe you a debt of gratitude for your extraordinary contribution to the Battle of Boimbro. He smiled and swept the parchment away, "So your Excellency is going to Raven City to receive the reward?" ”

"IOU." Eshu reached out and pressed the parchment that had nearly slipped off the edge, "This shouldn't be the time to talk. ”

"If you're just an ordinary mercenary, then of course I can make an IOU." The scholar smiled dumbly, "But if it's a baron-to-be recommended by the dean, I'll be happy to do the procurement on my behalf." He raised his hand and made a few gestures, and one of the cadets immediately placed a heavy cowhide money bag on the table, "There are a hundred golden dragon dinars in it, and the exchange ratio with ordinary dinars is one to one hundred; He then lifted out three and a half stacks of dragon-patterned dinars, "What are you going to do with the remaining half?" In the case of armament, I can prepare several sets of Livingston's regular army equipment at cost price - with the exception of the Knights' equipment. ”

"Cost price?" Eixiu was a little hesitant, the other party's conditions were so rich that he had to be suspicious, does a scholar really have so much power? The scholar saw his hesitation and patted Essho on the shoulder gently: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Fukalo, a scholar of the Royal Academy, specializing in metal smelting and blacksmithing, and I am also Ryan's blacksmith chief. ”