"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just have fun."

In the tavern, Byron took the lead and raised his glass and gave it to the other soldiers who participated in the game.

Their expressions were similar to Byron's, with no joy or disappointment.

In general, this kind of group situation is that you don't lose too badly, but you obviously don't win either.

Indeed, Byron and his troops went to the team competition in high spirits, defeating three waves of opponents in a row to face the team sent by Jarre.

There is one person at random, who is the best of the Nord warriors, and three of the ten are senior Nord soldiers, and the lineup is luxurious and tacit.

Although Byron and Aren Fatis Bandakjamila four hero-level teammates to help, but because it was a game, and the opponent's Yar's people, they couldn't use a dead hand, they couldn't use a bow and crossbow, and the team was not tacit enough, after a wave of matchups, there were only five people left on Byron's side, that is, 4 hero-level teammates and Byron.

Because of the excellent defensive formation and tacit cooperation, only one of the opponents was defeated by Ellen and chose to admit defeat.

After that, they were surrounded by nine men, and Byron was first knocked down by a senior Nord soldier, and his ribs still felt some pain.

However, it is not easy for him to be able to withstand the opponent's dozen moves.

Later, Bandak's gap due to Byron's fall was also blocked by two Nord warriors.

Fatis and Arenn defeated seven men before they were defeated, leaving Jamila with one against two, and against the Nord veteran soldiers.

However, what is surprising is that although Jamila lost in the end, he also relied on a feint to defeat a person, put the sword on the opponent's neck, and the opponent's axe was also across her waist.

After the abnormal battle, it was Jamila who left the deepest impression on the audience, and Yael also applauded because of her, calling Jamila "the beautiful shield lady of the south", which is a kind of name for female warriors by the Nords, and it is also an honor.

[Your team has achieved a certain position in a competitive match, and your reputation is +5;]

[Your team is impressive, your title has changed, and your title is now as follows: Mercenary Captain; 】

As the third place in the competitive competition, Byron received a prize of 500 dinars, as well as more than 200 dinars for his previous win.

The bet Byron was given to the soldiers who participated in the game, and a small banquet was held at the expense of the participants.

The meals are freshly cooked, and everyone has a fat grilled fish in front of them, as well as a fried meat steak with white salt and a small amount of spices.

There are five smoked chickens, skewers of bratwurst on a long table, and salted pork. White bread and fruit were served in baskets and bowls, and three barrels of ale were opened, and everyone used large glasses.

Although he didn't win, the food was enough to match Jarre's table, and even Alleyne smiled and toasted Jamila when he saw that the food of these delicacies had lost the unhappiness caused by the defeat. The other soldiers, especially the mercenary-turned-mercenary riders, drooled over the food, and they were full of admiration for Byron and felt lucky to have found such a boss.

At the other tables in the tavern, Byron's ordinary soldiers were also clutching cured meats and forked smoked fish, munching on apples brought in from the South, and filling their mouths with bread made of fine flour. They didn't care that the glass was overturned, and the ale was spilled on the floor, because before a single barrel was gone, a new one would be brought in at once.

Even the grooms and the helpers, who had been serfs, were now seated at the table in the corner, and several of them shared cheese, fried eggs, duck legs, and dry bread, which was difficult to eat in their previous lives. And the wine was as good as it was on the other tables, and the peasants smacked their mouths and savored the rare taste.

The tavern owner stood at the counter, looking at the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled.

The tavern guy had already run up to him three times to tell him that the kitchen had run out of fine ingredients, that the cellar was almost empty, and that the corners of his mouth would rise with each report.

Because Byron threw a pocket on his counter, which was full of silver coins in the denomination of 5 dinars, after each fellow report, he could take another one out of it and put it in his purse.

"Eat, drink, the more the merrier, the more the merrier..."

The tavern owner touched his beard, and his heart was happy.

"Tomorrow I'm going to visit the millers, and I can buy my wife a necklace, of unknown origin, but it's always cheap."

The tavern keeper hummed the minstrels' songs, and on a bench sat two bards, holding lutes and singing classic warrior songs.

"What a rich mercenary, and if he were a nobleman, I would like to swear allegiance to him, and then I might have a chance to become a knight."

One of Vecchia's bastard riders took a sip of red wine and thought to himself as he watched Byron toast to the crowd.

In the other seats, the bankrupt peasant, who had followed Byron at first, had also become the captain of the light infantry at this time, and although he had been a leader in front of Phatis and them, he had managed to make a difference.

He was nibbling on a chicken leg at this time, and there were a few clean chicken bones on the plate in front of him.

The other soldiers were drinking ale, joking with each other, and throwing leftover bread and bones around for the first time in their lives.

Unlike him, he is thinking about further development.

"I have done Master Fatis a great favor, and if I ask him to teach me how to ride, he will agree. Then I would be able to be a cavalryman, get more paid, and not have to walk so tiredly. The soldiers of my fellow villagers are not as good as I am now, and I will definitely be able to make a lot of money after following this captain, and when that time I can marry a wife and buy land, and return to the local lord of Vida. ”

Of course, he is not the only one who has this upward mentality, and there are also those who have always wanted to join them.

"Look at those who have become soldiers, how spirited."

The groom, who had been busy buying himself armor and weapons, swallowed the duck meat, and looked enviously at the soldiers and mercenaries who were eating and drinking delicious food.

The other helpers nodded in agreement.

"They take so much money, and they still have something to share every time they fight. Sometimes we have to fight for them, but we can't get anything. Lord Byron is rich and generous, but we are not his soldiers, and we can't get those. ”

"I want to be like them, wearing armor and holding a sword, how majestic. We've come so far, it's been a long time. If I were in the country, I would have thought they were those knights, haha......"

"Sooner or later, Lord Byron will let him be a soldier, give me iron armor and a sword."

He said as he ate, as if he had become a soldier under Byron.

But when he came back to his senses, he found that everyone else was holding their glasses, and he immediately raised the glass that was about to be empty.

"To our victory! To Captain Bairon, to our Peony Regiment! ”

John, who had become a hired rider, took the lead in raising his glass and toasting, while the other soldiers shouted after him.

"To victory! To Captain Bairon, to the Peony Mercenaries! ”