Byron received the message and immediately opened the attribute interface, and very simply added the extra attribute points to the strength.

There is no feeling of strength improvement in the novel, and there is no abnormal energy flow, but he still feels that his body is much more relaxed, and it is much more comfortable to move his joints.

He tried to pick up the mace, and though it still felt heavy, he could handle it.

And the previous skills can now be viewed in detail.

[Strike: LV1: Your melee damage is increased by 5%.] 】

[Riding: LV1: Can put your ass on the horse without falling off, that's all.] 】

[Dominion: LV1: As a leader, you are not qualified. But your mind is much higher than that of the illiterate civilians, which allows you to control a party of your own. +50 maximum troops]

As for the five bonus points for the upgrade bonus, Byron added two points for one hand and three points for the crossbow. After reaching 30 with one hand, Byron felt that his proficiency in weapons such as swords had improved considerably, and if he was allowed to fight a robber with a sword, he would be sure that he would be able to win. The move is actually very simple, it is to seize the opportunity to block and attack, as well as pick off the opponent's weapon.

He picked up the parchment again, a certificate bearing the mark of the merchant's family and the signatures of many well-known merchants, with whom Byron had access to the wealthy and great merchants, and could buy and sell goods at a discount. This can also be used as a pass if you need to prove your identity in certain locations, and of course, it should be used in conjunction with the dinar.

Then he opened the army interface again, and at this time the three Swadia recruits already had a plus sign after their names, which meant that they could be upgraded.

[Upgrade Swadia Recruits - Swadia Militia: Need to upgrade in Swadia Residency; Cost of Tier 2 Upgrade Equipment*1/Dinar*20;]

[Upgrade 3 Swadia Militia]

After Byron confirmed the upgrade, there was no obvious change in the Swadia recruits who were around the table and played the "queen card" for money, at most the color of their red cheeks was slightly lighter.

Just as Byron wondered why the upgrade didn't work, two men in blacksmith black aprons walked into the tavern with a few large bags, looked around, and handed the three large bags to Byron.

"Mr. von Byron, this is what you want, the equipment of the three people, the kind used in the army, is of good quality."

The guy put down the package and left, and Byron suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the equipment was delivered to him in a reasonable way, and there was really no problem in sending the equipment in this way.

"But judging by the way the recruits look, let's wait until tomorrow when they sober up and let them put on new equipment." ‘’

Byron looked at the recruits who were wasting their hard-earned money on alcohol and gambling, and he couldn't tell what looked like they had been upgraded.

That night, the merchant's carriage left the city and headed straight for the kingdom of Vekia while it was dark. And Byron has also accumulated a lot of wealth, not only has he been promoted but has not caused too much trouble, which makes Byron very satisfied.

So that night he spent two dinars to get the tavern owner to prepare a lot of roast meat and fruit white bread, and even put fine salt on the roast! Fifteen dinars of fine salt per pound was used only by the middle class of the city for banquets.

It is no better than on the earth, and it is not as expensive as in the Celestial Empire, where the price of condiments in this world is all scary. Coarse salt was a lot cheaper, and farmers could eat a little bit a day, but it tasted so bad that Byron, as a superpower from the food world, couldn't stand it.

Finally, Byron no longer has to endure the pain of indigestion and no longer has to run to the toilet at night. As he became richer, Byron even bought a cheap roll of linen for his convenience, and when he thought of the few wooden sticks in the toilet that everyone could use, and which smelled like vomiting, Byron felt a tightness somewhere.

In order to prevent problems at night, Byron drank only a little wine, but he was still very satisfied with the fresh food and the reward for completing the task, and that night, he dreamed that he was waiting for a traffic light on the street of his hometown in a luxury car. As a result, I couldn't wait, I couldn't wait to go home, and when I woke up, I couldn't help but leave a few tears.

The three Svadian militiamen had changed their outfits, with iron leather armor, sturdy fur hats, sharp iron swords and pickaxes, and crossbows identical to Byron's with shields on their backs. It looks very energetic, and it is not much better than the previous farmer's behavior.

[Swadia Militia: Equipment: Fur Hat, Iron-inlaid Armor/Militia Cotton Armor, Leather Wooden Shield, Pickaxe, Short Sword, Short Spear/Spear, Simple Leather Boots, Hunting Crossbow; Evaluation: Each Swadia lord has a large number of lords who can be drafted into the militia, trained to do so, and generally act as a security force. 】

"You're a big deal, they've only been with you for a few days, and they've got such good equipment, maybe you should keep an eye on them lest they run away with their stuff."

Big John, of course, saw these reinforced militiamen, and the equipment was not much different from the ones he had on him. So he approached his employer and whispered some reminders.

"You can hire a few guards or infantrymen with this money, they are much more experienced than these peasants, and it won't be difficult to find a team of reputable mercenaries."

John was a little puzzled by Byron's approach, he didn't know that the combat knowledge in the minds of these militiamen was doubled in one night, and the equipment didn't cost Byron's money, so he was puzzled by Byron's choice.

"I have to have a team of my own, and I'm willing to spend money to train them."

Byron was still very satisfied with the three militiamen, especially the peasant, unlike the rest of the scoundrels, he was more worthy of training. While the other two men had lost all their money, Byron saw him exchange the loot for silver coins and store them carefully. If Byron hadn't given them the equipment, he might have added something to arm himself.

This is the gap between the game and reality, where soldiers are thoughtful and more difficult to manage, but also more flexible.

And the recruit equipment taken off by the three recruits will naturally not disappear, and Byron can keep it for future recruits, which can save a sum of money. And weapons and armor are all damaged, so it's always okay to have more backups.

"Well, you want to be a mercenary captain, so where do we go next? What do you do? ”

"Find something to do that will make money, let's go to Vida again, find a few more people, maybe the village elders have the money to let us help." If Vader doesn't have a job, he goes to Lurens, and if he can't do it, he goes to Suno. Just like any other mercenary, move around, look for a job, and do something else along the way. ”

Byron said this, but he didn't think much about it in his heart, although he didn't want to mess around like he did at the beginning of the game, but reality and the game are different after all, if nothing else, let's just say those noble lords, he is not even qualified to meet each other now, let alone enter the aristocratic circle.

In reality, the continent of Calradia has a population of several million, and although this number seems very pitiful on the modern earth, it is not easy for a medieval continent that has suffered from war.

However, a population of millions can support hundreds of thousands of troops under high pressure, and the confrontation between hundreds of people in the game is simply a child's house, and without thousands of people, Byron can't do anything big.

Therefore, the next most important thing is to earn dinars, improve your prestige, and it is best to contact those high-ranking nobles and lords to seek a title, or at least become a mercenary that the national power can afford.

"Listen to you, head."

John shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the militiamen.

The supplies bought by the guys at the Tavern were also put on the backs of carts and pack horses, and Byron didn't care how much kickback the boys would take, as long as the food they bought was of good quality.

Byron left Paravon with a few of his men, who were now wearing burqas and chain mail, followed by four militia-level juniors, and the group was still quite imposing on the country road.