The prison guards in Jerburg have never been a good job, and there will always be captured thieves, thieves, and robbers who will be sent here, and there will always be their accomplices who will come to rob the prison. The prison guards not only have to bring water and food to these pesky scum every day, but also have to endure their endless swear words and abuse, and even have to fight against those with bad intentions. The only time they can get angry is when they watch the torturers torture these guys, and it's a pleasure to see their skin open, but unfortunately they rarely get their hands dirty.

"What did the newcomer say?"

At the prison gate, the captain of the guard fiddled with his fingers and asked the guard who had just come out of the prison tiredly.

"The thief kept shouting that he didn't steal the horse, that he had just drunk too much and touched the horse a few times, just like the other bastards."

The bearded guard took off his helmet, brought a kettle from the table, and craned his neck to drink. The captain didn't have to ask to know that the newly captured prisoner must be a good talker, or the kind of guy who doesn't admit to it, so he wasted so much saliva.

"It doesn't matter, even if his tongue is so good? He's not been caught. He doesn't have anything on him that can "redeem" him, and no one wants to bail him out, now we just have to wait for the inquisitor to come back, and he will ask for something from this guy's mouth, and then we just have to watch from the sidelines. ”

At this, both of them laughed.

They've been jailers for many years, what kind of slippery head haven't you seen? wants to play tricks with him, purely asking for his own suffering. Jerberg's prison is not a place to squat in prison for a while, whether you are a robber or a thief, don't want to get out without skinning you!

At this moment, they were discussing how to clean up the newly captured prisoners like butchers discussing the slaughter of pigs and sheep, and they had a lot of conversation, and the distribution of every copper had to be clearly discussed. It was as if sitting here were not the soldiers guarding the prison, but the two vendors in the market.

"What, business again?"

While they were chatting, Ekilsson and Byron slowly walked over and greeted them.

"Old Ekirsun? It's amazing, how did you get here? What does this guy do? Seeing Ekilsson coming with an unknown person, the two guards asked suspiciously.

"I couldn't open the pot anymore, so I found a deal to fight for knives. This is Captain Monet Hebart, yesterday there was an eyeless man who wanted to steal his horse, and he wanted to meet the thief. Ekilsson said.

"I haven't heard your name, but you do look like a captain." The captain of the guard looked at Monet and was very envious of his delicate chain mail and cotton robe made of satin.

"I don't know why you're interested in stealing your horse, but since it was introduced by Ekilsson, no problem, but you can't bring your weapon in."

The captain of the guard agreed to Byron on Ekirsson's face, but he pointed to the war hammer (the mace was often used in Swadia cavalry and was suspicious) and the matching sword at Byron's waist, and motioned for him to surrender his weapon.

"Of course, take it, but be careful, I've just sharpened it."

Byron happily handed over his weapon, he did not fear for his safety, even if someone did attack him, he hid a sharp dagger between his robe and chain mail to protect himself.

Although Ekirsson was poor, his experience made him very influential in the local area, so the guards did not search him and took him in. After all, they had never heard of the owner of a horse robbing a prison to save a thief who stole a horse.

Like prisons elsewhere, it's dark and dirty, infested with fleas. The prison guard led Byron to the door of a narrow room and knocked on the iron railing:

"Hey, someone's coming to see you."

The man lying on the floor sprang to his feet, as if he was puzzled by the fact that someone wanted to see him.

"Who? Who wants to see me, a poor man? ”

The man walked into the iron railing, and Monet looked at him, a man of medium height, with his hair hanging down to his neck, a beard, and a face that hated his age, and looked like it had been honed by a footman after he had traveled all over the world. But judging from the outline of his arms and the distribution of calluses on his palms, the most he used to hold was definitely not a hoe and a cane, but a weapon such as a sword.

They were close enough that even in the poor lighting, Byron could see every detail of him.

"I'm the owner of the horse you stole from, Mercenary Captain Hebat, and I'd like to see who dared to beat my horse." Byron said flatly.

"Are you the owner of that horse? Oh my God, listen to me, that's a misunderstanding. I drank too much that day, and I took your horse for my one. I mean, I used to have a good horse with a lot of hair and body like yours, but unfortunately I didn't have the money to sell it, and I was drunk and confessed my mistake. ”

The man said in an almost pleading tone:

"All right, sir, please explain to them and drop the charges against me! I'll compensate you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the iron rod in the jailer's hand slammed into the railing, causing the man to take several steps back.

"Don't listen to him, mercenary captain. When this thief stole your horse, he got a lot of money, and everyone saw it. And he can't repay you, he's so poor that he can't even make up a dinar other than an old horse that has been paid off his debts! The prison guard glanced at the prisoner with disdain. Unless someone pays bail for him, he will have to stay here for the next six months. ”

"Yes, you have a point, I do have money, but why should I pay bail for him? I'm a mercenary, and he can't help me. ”

Byron deliberately spoke loudly and glanced at the prisoner. The other party immediately understood what Byron meant, and leaned over to the railing when Byron was about to lift his feet to leave.

"Sir. I mean, captain, why don't you hire me? People say that I am good at using a sword, and I have also been exposed to the mercenary trade, so you will use me. ”

When Byron heard this, he stopped. He knew that the other party was very good, so he returned to his previous position and continued to ask:

"You mentioned my interest, but there are quite a few people in my team now, and they all use axes well, do you have any other skills?"

The man thought for a moment, then said, "I can also look at horses, and I know how to distinguish good horses... Well, you don't need to, your vision is no worse than mine. By the way, I used to travel most of Calradia when I was trying to make a living, and I knew the roads that even the merchants and officials had never visited, and I knew what roads were safest to walk on, and which roads were closest to their destinations. With me, you can even save money on maps, not to mention that most of those maps are rotten! ”

After he finished speaking, Byron deliberately made a hesitant look, pinching his chin in thought.

"I do need a guide, but how do you promise not to betray me?"

"I can swear! I swear by my life! If you pay the bail for me, I will be your loyal servant, give me a bite to eat, and I will take you all over the continent!" He said anxiously.

Byron smiled imperceptibly, and then looked reluctantly at the prison guard with a surprised face.

"I do need a guide..."

"Then you believe him like that? If it were me, his oath, or what he said, I would be a fart! The prison guard frowned and didn't say.

"But there are some things that I have to try, and I can have more than one person, and there is no harm in that. How much is his bail? ”

The prison guard still didn't understand why an old mercenary like Byron believed this man so easily, but after hearing the word bail, his eyes still lit up, and he squeezed a smile on his face.

"Let's go, I'll take you to our captain." He said as he walked.

"50 dinars? Is the horse thief's bail worth so much? , which is enough to buy a carriage and two horses. ”

"We don't know if he has any other accomplices behind him, it's a big risk, and I'm gambling with my life."

"What about 25 dinars? Man, I'll tell you the price for our captain, you just opened your mouth. ”

"For your sake, 40 dinars, a fixed price."

"Okay, but his equipment and salute should be counted, and I'll buy another one if I save it."

"I'll think about it."

........

After a while, a bag of silver coins was handed to the captain of the guard, and the guard took the silver coins and went down to the ground, took out the key, opened the cell door, and released the prisoners inside.

"Thank goodness it's finally out, may God bless you, Captain." When the prisoner came out, he slammed the door shut before the jailer, and then expressed his gratitude to Byron.

"It's a lot of money to get you out, and I hope you keep the promise. By the way, what do you call it? Byron handed him the salute and equipment, and asked in passing.

"Porcha, captain, you can call me that." He replied happily.