"It's an honour to meet you, Baron Rolf from overseas. I'm Baron Serindil of Swadia Kingdom, and I'd like to be able to talk to you about mercenary contracts. ”

Seeing the tall and dark-skinned man in his prime of life, Byron immediately confirmed the identity of the other party, took the initiative to walk over, and made a very formal Swadian aristocratic salute.

As in the game, Rolf is a nobleman from outside Calradia, at least he himself insists that he is an orthodox baron in the game. However, Rolf's behavior is very bad, robbing the road, killing people, kidnapping and extorting all kinds of black work, the standard rogue aristocrat, and he still wants to save face. Byron is here to satisfy his vanity, to make a good impression on him, and it will be easier to woo him.

"It was a pleasure to have a business conversation with another nobleman of my rank and culture, and I was very honored to do business. You know, if you spend a lot of time with the smelly people and greedy merchants, you will feel like you will be infected with their stench and you will not be able to wash it off. ”

Byron's compliments had a good effect, Rolf was very proud for a while, and the conversation with Byron also saved a lot of unnecessary pleasantries and went straight to the topic.

"I've heard of you, your Peony mercenaries have almost robbed Svadia of your business, but I can see that you are planning to make your business bigger. So, what can I do for me? ”

Rolf sat down and poured himself some wine.

Elder Subatuha, who was sitting on a cushion next to her, looked at Byron and briefly explained the situation and purpose to her.

The elder didn't speak clearly, because he knew so much about Byron that he couldn't say anything more. He is here mainly to make sure that the contract is completed smoothly, so that they can collect intermediary fees from it.

"I have 400 infantrymen, 110 horsemen. They are all good warriors, fearless of death, brave and invincible. If you send this elite army into the countryside, the enemy will know what real fear is! ”

Rolf's eyelids twitched when he listened to the boast of completely ignoring the facts, and those "warriors" in his mouth he had deliberately observed, they were basically a gang of armed gangsters, and there were only a few dozen of them who could be called soldiers, and at most a few bankrupt knights who threw away their honor. He doesn't blush when he makes up nonsense to this extent, and he is a talent just because of that.

"I believe in my own eyes on the question of the level of soldiers, so how do you charge?"

Byron asked the most crucial question, and Rolf quoted a completely different way of charging.

"We don't charge money to join, we don't need a single dinar."

"But you must allow us to collect the spoils, and not to pursue our loot, whoever they are. In addition, the lives of our soldiers are precious, and for each infantry killed in battle, you will be compensated for funeral expenses and pensions of 12 dinars, and cavalrymen will be 25 dinars, and the equipment and surviving horses will be returned to his family. ”

Rolf's proposal surprised Byron, this was the first time he had heard of this kind of employment, and even the elders sitting next to him showed puzzled expressions, it seemed that this was a "customized" employment contract for Byron.

Obviously, most of Rolf's outlaws have little to do with their families, and if they do, they have little contact.

Byron had previously learned that Rolf's miscellaneous soldiers had always had a high rate of battle losses, and as their captain, Rolf had never paid attention to the treatment of the dead. If the robbers die, the property will basically be divided among the others, and Rolf will take a cut of it. So any pensions and funeral expenses are.

All that money will end up in Rolf's pocket. The equipment and horses that he had been alive would also be given to his subordinates as a fraction of what he looked down on, encouraging them to continue to die.

The loot and looting along the way are enough for the average mercenary to make a living or even make money. And Rolf did even more absolutely, not only when these robber mercenaries worked, but even if they died, they had to squeeze out the usable value. Even if all these soldiers are dead now, as long as he can get the "pension" of nearly 10,000 dinars, he will not feel distressed.

With money, and a reputation that people despise, those mountain robbers, ruffians, and rogue mercenaries will all gather around him to continue to help him make money and continue this robber mercenary industry chain.

As for the money earned in the end, according to what the elder said before, some of it was squandered by him in the casino, and the rest was recruited to try to rob the land of the lord of a remote area, so as to establish his nobility. Of course, his rabble still lost in the end. As a result, he became notorious and became a prominent figure among the outlaws of Calradia.

Kenrad whispered to Byron that the so-called overseas aristocrat was very smart, although it was really unpleasant.

Byron agrees.

"Baron Rolf, you are a smart man, I don't want to talk to you about honors or anything, I will tell you the truth. Your contracts are too greedy, and your soldiers are far worse than my soldiers. It's not these armed villains that I value most, it's your talents. If you work for me and help me reclaim my fiefdom, I'll give you more than you asked for in the contract! ”

Byron did not hide anything, Rolf was more influential among the outlaws and rogue nobles than Desaivi, and his methods were also very vicious and clever, and he was more cruel than Kressie. Byron didn't expect him to be true to himself, because he wasn't really a good bird. But having such an ally by his side can help him do a lot of things that are inconvenient for him and other heroes to do.

"I beg to differ, Baron Byron."

Hearing Byron's proposal, Rolf shook his head slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"With all due respect, Baron Byron. You've bought a lot of mercenaries in Sabah, and you have a mercenary group of your own, so even if we don't join, we'll be able to retake the town of Rhodok. By that time, I am afraid that the Rhodoc troops who are now besieging Fort Gruenwald will be forced to withdraw by you. But what about after that? Are you going to feed these expensive soldiers in just one small town? Even if you look rich, you probably won't last long. At that point, you'll probably not be able to do what is written in the contract. ”

"So, don't treat me like one of those newcomers, you use such a big battle, and the contract time is not short, it won't be as simple as taking down a poor town. I don't know much about Rhodok, but I know that there are many rich areas there, and I know that at this time the king of Svadia doesn't have the time to care about such a far place, and whoever takes it down will be whom. I wanted to make a lot of money with you, but I've changed my mind now. I can join you, provided that I have a share of the land you have taken. ”

Rolf's expression became a little hideous, and he did not hide his wolf-like gaze. In the end, even the "you" in the conversation was removed, and the conversation with Byron was done in the same way as he talked about business.

He saw through Byron's plan to hide, much to Byron's surprise. However, Byron also tried to keep himself calm, and pretended to think for a while.

"It's a bit difficult to do, after all, the effort is proportional to the return. I give so much, what can you bring to me? ”

He asked, pretending to be calm.

"I'll prove it to you."

Rolf grinned a little, and Byron realized that beneath his seemingly innocuous countenance were four sharp fangs.