Elizabeth, who could get off the boat, didn't want to get off, but those who couldn't get off the boat had a big opinion.

In the light of the setting sun, the "Silent Giant" was firmly anchored at the pier, and the sailors on board hurriedly got busy again, dropping anchors and bundling piles, skillfully fixing the huge sailboat, setting up the sampan, and preparing to disembark.

Some sailors had to get enough fresh water and food before dark to prepare for the longer voyage ahead.

It's a good job, and if you're fast, you might be able to sneak into the tavern and have a fresh beer, which is the most important thing that makes them quick.

The captain also has his own job, and he is going to take his employer, the mercenary captain Rip, to the tax collector on the dock to pay the entrance tax, as well as the cost of crossing the "Nunn Bridge" just now.

And the action must be fast, if the officials at the dock get off work after dark and can't go through the formalities, then none of them can get off the boat tonight, and more importantly, it will definitely delay tomorrow's trip.

But when he walked to the deck, he found that Rep was surrounded by a large group of mercenaries at the disembarkation site, and it seemed to be arguing, and the noise was getting louder and louder.

Of course, the captain will not rashly meddle in the internal affairs of the guests, anyway, the time is the other party's own, and if it is delayed, it will be delayed, so he can only stand far away and watch the excitement with the other sailors who are waiting to get off the ship.

In just a few minutes, the mercenaries on the deck gathered more and more, and it seemed that all of them had come out, and more than a hundred people were divided into two groups, and some of them were obviously very excited, foaming at the mouth, pointing fingers.

The movement on their side was so big, of course Brienne and the others at the bow of the boat were also alarmed, and Fitandila, who had just finished the conversation, was already holding back a fire in her heart, and she frowned when she saw this for the little girl, and rushed up in stride.

Brienne followed with Elizabeth, followed by two other silver swordsmen, Tim and Rostov-on-Don.

"What are you doing?"

Fitandila's voice was crisp and loud, and at this moment she was no longer a knight charging into battle, nor a mercenary who shared the weal and woe with everyone, but she had become the lord of a city again, and her face was full of majesty.

It turned out that her approach was very necessary, and only she stepped forward, and the voices of the mercenaries gathered outside suddenly lowered, and they were no longer arrogant before.

At this time, there were probably less than one-third of the people around Lepp, and they were blocked with him in the place where they disembarked, some old and some young, but most of them were young mercenaries like Marceau, and most of the people who surrounded them were over thirty or forty years old, which was commonly known as the veteran oil.

Just now Rep came over and told them that for safety reasons, in order to prevent accidents, all the mercenaries on the ship were not allowed to get off the ship, and continued to spend the night on the ship, and continued to set off early tomorrow morning, and then sent people to guard the sampan of the ship.

As soon as the mercenaries heard this, they immediately fried the pot.

These mercenaries thought that after coming to "Nunn", they would at least have a good night in the big city, not to mention finding a cheap prostitute to vent, at least they could go to the tavern on the dock to have a few drinks and relax.

Especially after seeing the prosperous scene of "Nunn" just now, their hearts itched even more, and they couldn't wait to spend the few gold crowns in their pockets.

Mercenaries, except for a small number of rookies who have become a family and have just entered the industry, most of the rest of the money is lavish, since they have entered this industry, they will give up their lives, and they may not be killed one day, of course, they uphold the purpose of being happy in time, and how to be comfortable when they are alive.

So mercenaries and sailors will always be the most popular guests in the service industry, provided that they don't make trouble.

Of course, when Rep announced that no one was allowed to get off the ship, some of them had a very big reaction, and the leader was Siebel, who had never been used to Marceau.

Although this red-haired mercenary is not very old, in his thirties, he is a middle-ranking bronze swordsman, and before joining the "Forgiveness Mercenary Group", he has already mixed with several mercenary squads or mercenary groups, so he became a squad leader.

There are a lot of old fritter mercenary groups like him, for the "Forgiveness Mercenary Group" at the beginning of the grass, these experienced mercenaries are the backbone and elite, so they are very respected, and they are generally the leaders, and it is precisely because they are willing to spend a lot of money to recruit these people that the Forgiveness Mercenary Group can start from scratch so quickly and become a B-level mercenary group.

However, there are pros and cons to everything, compared with the newly recruited rookies, the old mercenaries are experienced and able to fight, which is an advantage, but the disadvantages are also obvious.

The first is expensive, the salary of an old mercenary is generally three to five times that of a young mercenary, let alone a captain like Siebel who has passed the certification of the Swordsman Guild and becomes a captain.

The second is that it is difficult to manage, in other words, there is no sense of collective honor, and sometimes they don't even have much respect for Rip, which is not an important thing, and Rap, who was born in the regular army, can understand, but once there is a conflict between the two sides, it is easy to have problems.

Just like it is now.

No matter how ugly Lepp's face was, and no matter how he explained, since he found out that most people were on their side, Sheebel and the others had taken a firm stance, and unanimously asked to get off the ship and move freely, and wait until tomorrow morning to come back.

However, after Fitandila came, some of the mercenaries from "Fetenburg" obviously retreated a lot, and Siebel secretly screamed badly, and made a look at a few cronies around him, and then said loudly:

"It's not a big deal, don't you just want to go down for a night, as for it? Commander, we are not forcing you, or the brothers are holding back, aren't we? ”

With the cooperation of several cronies, his appeal was immediately heeded by the majority of the people, and the crowd suddenly became noisy again, and there were some prestigious old mercenaries who also complained:

"That is, people always have to rest, can't we spend our own money?"

"It's all here, and I'm still living on the boat, how uncomfortable!"

"I've never encountered anything like this before in other mercenary groups."

Hearing everyone's response, Shiebel had an irrepressible pride on his face, especially after seeing Marceau, who was full of nervousness next to Lepp, his heart was even more refreshed.

Little rabbit cub, don't think that the head of the regiment values you, it's great, me, what about the head of the regiment, you have to rely on us old brothers, otherwise it's a fart!

He even began to fantasize, otherwise, when the time came, he would find an opportunity to directly knock this kid unconscious and tie a stone into the river, and he would not know it, so as not to dangle in front of him every day.

A little mercenary, you still dare to fight with me, don't you see that the city lord has nothing to say?