The gates were new, the stone bricks were not uniform in color and the area was small, and the rulers did not have the money to feed the army and pay attention to decency.

The rough mill leaned against the canal, and the windmill writhed like an old woman toiling in the night, skillful but lifeless.

A man carrying a hoe and a linen shirt, a woman with a square scarf and a bamboo basket with her elbows.

The evening breeze whipped up the mist, and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard on the road that had lost its light, and the people entering the city quickened their pace, choosing to get out of the way of the way in the back of the line, lest they be knocked off by the horsemen who did not have long eyes.

[You come to Taiganda, the heart of Hangena, where Lord Arnold occupies the place, and people throw scrutinizing eyes. 】

The iron armor of the city gate guards is reflective, and the sackcloth coat protrudes from the joints, and the tail end is tucked into a leather glove.

Today, there are no teams going into the city.

The guy with the round shield walked to the middle of the road, and the man on duty put the steel sword on the ground, folded his palms, and waited for the black shadow to approach.

The sound of horses' hooves approached, and the width and height of the wheel showed - not the army, not the city people.

Da-da, da-da.

The brown horse stopped in front of the pointed stake, snorted, and his mane trembled.

Babble.

The cargo rattles with the frame.

Most of the soldiers had ugly faces, and every time someone passed, they had to put on such a posture that they could not increase the cost of wine or be promoted, but they had to do so.

"Stop! Who was in the car? ”

"Orion who sells seasonal products, my lord."

"Huh,"

The interrogator scoffed and raised the torch.

"You can't even beat the girl in the fishy house, what are you selling, rabbit or pheasant?"

The coachman frowned and avoided, his shirt and soft waistcoat with a stand-up collar, and he exuded a sense of pride, it was Sean Bragg.

"Why don't you go back and take a look, I didn't say I came alone."

"What, is your grandma behind too?"

Laughter filled the city gates.

The people on duty have to carry the night when mosquitoes and flies fly, so they have to cherish every fun.

The soldier's leather gloves ran along the edge of the car, pinching the wolf skin hanging next to him, and his brow was lightly raised.

The back door of the car was open, and Lukka stared straight at each other as if staring at a pack of wolves, and the test of life and death made him no longer kneel at the feet of the soldiers and beg for mercy, but seize every chance to live.

The guys who can be sent to the city gate to be on duty are basically the targets of exclusion in the army.

They were conscripted into the civilian population and then, in turn, played prestige in every village.

Fighting, collecting taxes, and picking up a few rogues with more fights and fewer are already achievements they can boast of.

The soldier was not convinced, but his throat was already tight.

He looked sideways inside the car, his brow furrowed, his expression broken, to hide his panic.

"Who's behind?"

He shouted loudly, and his companions who answered him gave him courage, and several pairs of eyes stared at the shadow of the black hole, as if they were expecting a trick.

"Adam White." “

The young man held on to the roof of the shed and stepped on the wooden railing.

"Orion, wanderer, mercenary, anything."

The fresh and handsome face shone into the firelight, but the posture was even more arrogant than Luca's, and he glanced at a few recruits without any pressure.

【Arnold Infantry】

[Attitude: Contempt and contempt]

[Specialty: Threat, Fight]

[Narrator: Hell, it's on duty again!] 】

"Ahem, let's see."

Several soldiers were already standing with their elbows folded.

The leader, fearing their refusal, plunged into the carriage, but he reacted again, and the action was very much like getting into Adam's crotch.

Adam didn't mean to move his footsteps, and chuckled.

【Arnold Shieldhand】

The soldier gritted his teeth in hatred, rubbed his leather armor against the wood, and laboriously lifted the cloth from the goods, having already made up his mind......

"Two dog intestines, don't blame me for deducting something."

But when he lifted the corner and saw the faintly glowing old lamp, he felt the chill on his face, and the wolf's head gurgled and rolled in front of him......

"Drink!"

He sat on the ground, his mouth open and gasping, his eyes flustered.

"They're transporting alchemy!"

The people around him who were holding the carriage jumped away like pins and needles, slapping the air as if they were contaminated with some tangible bad luck.

"I'm sorry, you were too fast, I didn't even have time to remind you, do you want to take another look? There are also wolf liver, dog fat, oh ~ Brown Kui snake ......"

Adam crouched down and pretended to dig out, like a wizard showing his private collection, and the scene was extremely strange.

"Alright, alright! Did you order something from the secret art room? Oh my, fuck night! ”

Bang bang!

There are also guys who don't admit defeat, smashing steel swords on the carriage and trying to find the field in another way!

"You're past the currency time, fifty silver pythons, let you in."

"You're blackmailing!"

Sean stepped out of the driver's seat, the entrance fee for half a golden crow was ridiculous, and he had to protest.

"Hey, they're carrying silver swords."

The soldier muttered in a low voice, no matter how the four or five of them look at it, it is also an advantage, but the other party is in the business of alchemy consumables, and it is difficult to guarantee any tricks.

The guy with the silver sword is young, but his expression has never changed, even if he may see blood at any time now, he is still indifferent.

The men who had been working all night by the stake leaned against the wall and watched, waiting for someone's tooth to be knocked out, or for the soldiers to come out of the city.

[Arnold's soldiers suspect your identity, you can give a strong warning, or ruin the disaster.] 】

Adam reached for Luka's waist, and the movement of pulling out the money was obvious, and the two made eye contact.

"Yes, good boy, Lord Arnold likes obedient guys like you."

However, the steel dagger was slowly displayed in the audience's sight, and low shouts were already heard around them, and the soldiers on duty put on their expressions and postures, ready to defend the majesty of the army.

"Easy ......"

Adam played with weapons, and the knife was cumbersome, as his notes suggest.

[It's so good-looking.] 】

"That's the style in our army, where did you come from?"

The sharp-eyed person has already found the clue and questioned loudly.

"Touched from the corpse, before the corpse team retrieved it. Gentlemen, have you heard of the commission of Matthew Village, the captain who dealt with the trouble should remember me. ”

The lead soldier hesitated, but someone next to him spoke.

"I've heard that a white-haired chicken hacked the resentful spirit to death, and it only took half a day."

"Those people got a golden crow, nibbled on the lockworm steak, slept with the girl, and blew it for days!"

"Well, remember, those stinky faces, I still have itchy hands when I think about it now."

……

The discussion lasted for a few moments, and the confrontation finally ended, and it was clear that the matter had spread far and wide among the army.

[You have successfully entered the town of Taiganda, and you are not hostile to the Arnold forces, so you can boldly walk on the streets, and only need to avoid dung and water, without worrying about being hunted. 】

The carriage moved, the soldiers let them go suspiciously, and there was a class in the army, so there was no need to make trouble for themselves for the sake of a scene.

"What is a white-haired chicken?"

Lukka asked, Sean laughed, and Adam leaned halfway out of the car.

"Don't worry, it's a local dish, and only those who can cook it are qualified to handle food for the lord, and he's saying that Adam has the ability!"

Autumn songbirds raise their wings in the night breeze and sweep across the city in the time of a beer, from the edge of the forest to the banks of the river valley.

The town begins to set into the night, civilization and warmth rise in the laughter of wine and lewdness, and the rows of houses stretch out in various postures.

The stall collectors pushed their carts home, buckets of cold water poured on the arena, and blood trickled down the rat-infested passages through every light-up corner of the town.

"Hello, Tayganda."