Duchamp was speechless for a moment, he didn't know how to take over this heavy topic.

After a long time, he finally found a lame point to talk about. "Brother Manglong, why do you want to be a mercenary?"

The dragon replied solemnly: "In order to find a way to live, in order to become stronger, in order to overcome the barrier that crosses us highlanders. Of course, it is also so that I can find out which god-killing mercenary group took the task of slaughtering Wheat Field Town in the future, and completely avenge my parents. ”

Duchamp couldn't help but be in awe, this big man has the aura of the protagonist.

However, as an earthling who has read the 'Three Kingdoms', Duchamp is immune to a set of people, and he will definitely not bow his head and shout to the lord, and the script of the traverser is not written like this.

Duchamp racked his brains, and the mouth cannon mode was activated:

"I don't think being a mercenary is a long-term solution, not everyone in the team has combat power, more than half of them can only be regarded as farmers, if you form your own mercenary group and make a living by working for others, without a long-term plan, you may be farther and farther away from your ideal of "crossing the barrier". Besides, revenge must first recognize who the enemy is. Mercenaries are just people who take money to kill people, and who is the one who hires mercenaries is the most important thing. ”

Lu was stunned and said, "Don't you think it's the mayor of the town, who else is there besides him?" ”

Duchamp shook his head: "A town mayor, how can he have the courage to do such a thing as hiring a hunter to kill people, not to mention that the price of a mercenary group is very high, and his greed for your money may not be enough for the mercenary fee." There must be people above them, so they can act so boldly. ”

"That's right! I think so too! Lu stood up suddenly, slapped his hands on the stone where Duchamp was squatting, and shouted loudly: "No matter who this is, I have to take revenge." His eyes widened, "Brother, you have to help me with this." ”

"Don't be so impulsive, we don't even know the surface of things. People outside say that the railway bridge explosion was the revenge of the highlanders back then, and even regarded you as the first suspect, is it really you or the other victims' families in Wheat Field Town who did it? ”

Lu said dejectedly: "It wasn't the people in our town who did it, I'm sure of it, maybe it was another victim who did it." ”

Duchamp sneered and said: "You, you, your brain is too simple, the railway bridge doesn't need special high explosives, and there is no certain professional level, how can these farmers blow it up easily." If it was the original victim who took revenge, why didn't he blow up the part of his own field, but instead went so far to blow it up? ”

Seeing the puzzled look on Lu's face, Duchamp's heart was filled with intellectual pride, and he continued: "If it was just to blow up ordinary railroad tracks, the Julay people could repair it, understand?" ”

Looking at the road with a puzzled face, Duchamp shook his head and said: "The railway bridge has been blown up, and the Julai people have no choice but to ask the Imperial people to repair it." Since there is a request for something, what the empire wants, will Julay have to give something. Look, the investigators of the empire have all run to this kind of poor country, and judging by the attitude of the magistrate towards the imperial investigators, it is only a matter of time before Julai is incorporated into the empire. ”

Lu's eyes widened: "However, our two countries have a sacred covenant!" How could the Erebonian Empire go back on its word? As soon as such words came out, even he felt naïve, how could two neighboring countries, which were a hundred times different in national strength, be bound by a paper covenant. Without paying attention, a large bowl of drinking water was crushed to pieces. "Dirty politics!"

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then made up their minds, raised their heads, and said categorically: Brother, although we haven't known each other for a long time, but the first time we met, I knew that you had an extraordinary background and were very talented, and you were wider than the world we had seen. ”

This is not an easy question to answer, Duchamp put his hand on his cheek and thought it carefully.

In the past few days, Duchamp has also been considering a way out. Running to this continent full of monsters at once, how to settle down is indeed a difficult problem.

If it was before the crossing, he naturally said with confidence: "Fishing, being a chef, and shooting mosquitoes to explode the chip." ”

After crossing, after careful observation, several attempts and various side knocks, he already knew that making money by fishing and cooking was pure nonsense, but as a young man with goals (tasks), knowledge (proficient in guiding force theory) and technology (guiding workbench), he could still think of several unique ways to make money.

Duchamp took out the tactical guide and asked Manglong: "Is there a market for this thing in the black market in the Northland?" ”

Manglong's eyes lit up suddenly: "You say, we can turn this thing upside down!" ”

Duchamp threw the tactical force guide into the air and stretched out two fingers to catch it, "Of course, this thing is a sharp weapon to cross the 'barrier'. ”

After several explorations of the guiding workbench, Duchamp has roughly mastered the function of this 'artifact'. In addition to adjustments and repairs, the workbench can also be used to create small auxiliary devices as long as materials are available, and even complete tactical guides can be made when there are enough materials and some necessary equipment. However, Duchamp does not plan to do it immediately, because the guiding technology stored in the workbench is at least 20 years ahead of the mainland.

Duchamp's rough plan to make a fortune was to first team up the mountain to fight the little monsters, hoard a batch of magic crystal furs, get some capital, and then go to a batch of tabula rasa guides. After coming back for a series of technological processes such as opening and adjusting the inlay, it will flow to the black market in the north.

After listening to Duchamp's plan, Manglong roared and gathered everyone together, took out all the wine hidden in the village, and repeated the plan again. Everyone had long known that Duchamp would toss a tactical power guide, and then they heard that they were going to invest in this high-tech arms industry, and they immediately boiled.

"With this thing, no one in the Northland can give us face."

"In the future, we will also have a tactical guide! Let the sheriff go and eat Xiang! ”

"Wrong, it's two people." Duchamp corrected: "One is for fighting, the other is for time." ”

"In the future, I will wear three watches, then it will be majestic and handsome."

"No one even asked if they could order a whiteboard machine." Duchamp thought to himself. This link is the weakest link in the fortune plan, but Duchamp also envisioned a solution.

After determining the general plan of action, Mang Long coughed, waited for everyone to calm down, and said, "We will still use the name of the mercenary group to the outside world in the future, should we consider taking a loud and atmospheric name first." ”

"Dragons of the Dragon." This is good at patting the leader's ass.

"Tiger Spirit." It's no idea.

"Crimson Flame." This is plagiarism.

"I think it's called the Green Forest Mercenary Group." Duchamp proposed.

"Green forest, how to do it, it's not loud and atmospheric at all." Manglong was the first to object.

"It's not loud yet, have you ever heard of the legend of Robin Hood?"

"There's a group of heroes in that green forest."

"Their leader is called Robin Hood."

"His proud hat stood on his forehead."

"Bright red feathers flutter in the air."

His scarlet coat fluttered like a flag.

"The nobles heard his name and their souls were scattered."

"Ah, the man of the green forest."

"His nimble long legs jumped over the bullets of the short gun."

"His shiny bayonet slashed through the enemy's chest."

"His eagle-like eyes see through the enemy's traps."

His hands tore open the closed door.

"He is as majestic as death."

"The wailing of the noble lord becomes the final confession."

"Ah, the man of the green forest."

A woman's cry echoed in his ears.

"There was a flame of revenge in his eyes."

"He drank the wine of victory in a big bowl."

"He burns a great chunk of the flesh of his enemies."

"When the wind howls and echoes in the green forest."

"It's chanting the legend of Robin Hood."

"When the raging sea of clouds churns with a cold moon."

"The hooves of the robbers rattle in the night."

"Ah, the man of the green forest."

"They are lawless in the green forest."

"Until the noose is around the neck."

(Note: The original book cannot be translated, adapted from memory and imagination and the story of the Highlanders, and incorporated into the content of "The Song of the Robbers".) ）

"Hahahaha." The dragon threw the bowl to the ground, strode to the middle of the crowd, and proclaimed, "They are lawless in the green forest until the noose is around their necks." How to my heart. Brother Duchamp, thank you, thank you for writing me such a good poem. From now on, we will be heroes of the green forest! ”

"Green Forest Heroes! Outlaw! "In a nameless village in the northwest of the Semria continent, a group of excited, half-drunk men turned the two lyrics upside down, singing and singing, until the chickens and dogs jumped, and the monsters in the distant mountains could not stop wailing.

Note: The first members of the Green Forest Mercenary Regiment: Lu (Manglong), Vergood (Lu's younger brother), Gavin, Aggie, Akin, Awu, Old Machete (Tavernkeeper), Chuck (the butcher of the town), and Duchamp.