Roddy naturally didn't know what the name "Khadgar" meant, maybe the answer was in this book, but he really didn't have the energy to turn it at this time, closed the page, took off his coat with his spirit, and the next moment Roddy fell on the bed, he fell directly into a deep sleep...

This should be the most restful sleep Roddy has had in a long time.

Winter had arrived, and Roddy had no fear of large-scale fighting—the bitter cold was an extreme condition for any race. From 590 to 597, there was not a single war in the entire kingdom during the winter months, even when the orcs invaded, and winter was a "truce".

In this era, the "cruelty" represented by the severe cold is completely incomprehensible to modern people who blow air conditioning and heating every day.

And it was after Roddy fell asleep that Kieg received its first snow of the winter.

Cleaning up outside the town has been largely completed, the bodies have been disposed of, and the wounded are gradually being evacuated. Civilians began to move around the town.

The people met each other and began to share what they had seen in the war, and rumors of the battle quickly spread through the town.

Because Roddy fought a "guerrilla war" and a "siege war", there are really many witnesses who saw everything through the cracks in the windows... In the eyes of these people, what excited them was not the "siege and annihilation battle at the crossroads", but the archer who carried a short bow and single-handedly forced back hundreds of infantry.

Speaking of which, in the era of underdeveloped information, the deeds of "heroes" and "chivalrous" have always been something that the broad masses of the people like to see. So almost overnight, the story of that tough shooter spawned into at least twenty legendary versions...

"I saw him jump on the roof and shoot three people like this, one with one stone!"

"His arrows glow blue!

"A cavalry regiment that came later was directly frightened half to death when he saw him, and the one who hit the head even fell off his horse!"

"I heard this guy isn't human, he looks like a wood elf in the forest..."

At first, all of this was a reliable message, but later on, all sorts of "details" were gradually added, and the biographical literature such as "Dragonspear Knight" or "Dragon Slayer Trilogy" in the bard's mouth was very marketable, so it was not surprising that these illiterate people described Roddy as a monster with three heads and six arms and could breathe fire.

And Roddy said that there was no pressure on this.

On November 13th, after changing into a thick leather jacket and finding someone to cut his hair short, Roddy walked the streets of the town without anyone associating him with the "God of Killing".

"Huh... Owe. ”

Roddy rubbed his swollen eyes, tightened his hood, and walked slowly through the snowy streets. After a long time, he came to a bar, looked up at the sign that said "Wild Rose", pushed the door and walked in.

There was no such thing as the heat and noise, and the people in the town didn't like to go out after the snow, so there were far fewer customers in the bar than usual, the fireplace was burning, and the sound of conversation echoed in the wooden hall, which was not noisy.

Roddy tightened his leather jacket, went straight to a table and sat down, looked at the two of them who had been sitting here for a while, took off his hood and said, "Are you okay with your injuries?"

"With the help of potions and Pastor Akasha, I've been cured. ”

It was Buffon who answered Roddy, a skinny mercenary with obedience and admiration on his face.

The same is true of the fat man Henry next to him, he looked at Roddy's young face, and estimated in his heart that the other party might be smaller than himself, but in terms of ability, it was really more than ten streets behind.

"It's okay, how about the information you are searching for?"

"From yesterday to now, I've probably sorted out these..."

Henry and Buffon are considered "land snakes", and if they want to consult the town, they will naturally be the first to find them, and after listening to the two of them talk about the current situation of Kiger Town, Roddy began to arrange the next task, and did not forget to take out a bag in his hand: "This is the previous commission remuneration, as well as the compensation after the accidental attack, one yard to one yard, all according to the agreement." ”

Henry and Buffon were originally nodding their heads, thinking about how to do the task arranged by Roddy more beautifully, but they were dumbfounded when they saw the money bag in Roddy's hand - the fat man who reacted quickly immediately got up and respectfully pushed the pocket of silver back: "Lord Roddy, we were saved twice by you, and there is no other request in the future, you can do whatever you want, don't give us any more salaries..."

Henry's expression was extremely sincere, a week ago he was still thinking about whether to make some oil and water in the mission, but now he really has no other thoughts: "Just give the two of us a bite to eat, you are the one who does great things, we know." ”

This is the eye of the mercenaries, Buffon is simply grateful, but Henry can see from this incident that Roddy is extraordinary - not to mention a battle mechanism, Wellington and Titus Knights came to the rescue in person, and they can also command the Templar Order, which is what ordinary people can do?

Luo Di didn't look surprised, but he didn't put away the bag of silver coins, but raised his hand and took out two contracts, and said, "If it is according to what you say, then sign this contract, but the money is still a reward, and it is also what you deserve." ”

After saying this, Roddy put his hood back on: "Remember those tasks, I still have something to do, go first." ”

Leaving Henry and Buffon, who continued to be silent, Roddy pushed open the door of the bar and disappeared from view, while the two who remained in the room looked down at the contract - it was a "long-term" contract for 30 years, which sounded like a "deed of sale", but the terms were good, the salary was extremely high, and even the time off was included.

"Man, this contract..."

To be honest, Buffon has never seen such a contract, and the contract in these years is basically a few sentences that have been repeated over and over again, how can it be written in such detail.

"Sign it. Henry quickly understood that this was Roddy's style of doing things - no ambiguity, clear definition, clear division of responsibilities, no excuses when you should be used, and rest as much as you want when you shouldn't.

"And this money..."

"Keep it. Henry stretched out his hand and took the money bag in his hand, "What he means is obvious, how much we can earn, we can earn as much as we can, not much to give, not a loss, understand?"

Buffon nodded, listening to the rattle of the silver coin, but he still swallowed involuntarily.

He's never made that much money once in his life.

However, before the two could say anything else, the door of the bar was pushed open, and the originally quiet hall immediately changed the atmosphere due to the loud shouts...

"It's too cold, Tirio, get on the drink!"

"Get up, you don't know me?

Four or five mercenary fellows approached the bar, first drove away all the people by the fireplace, and then began to hold the ale glasses and pour them, cursing and swearing in their mouths, and when they saw the angry glances of others, they shouted arrogantly: "What do you see? Believe it or not, I will kill you?"

Anyone who has been hanging out in Kig all year round knows that these guys are members of the "Wolverine Mercenary Group", and if you rank the mercenary group in the town, this mercenary group should be the strongest - there are many people, they are well equipped, and they control almost half of the mission quota in the town.

In the past, the "Wolverine Mercenary Group" was quite healthy, but in recent years, the situation of "one family dominating" has made the members of this mercenary group more and more unpopular.

Prior to this, Viscount Tranca controlled the interests and discourse of the town, so these members were just simply arrogant, but recently after the town fell into a state of "no owner", this mercenary group began to openly and secretly devour some interests that used to belong only to nobles, and thus became more emboldened.

In this era, relying on force is the mainstream after all, and no one in the other mercenary groups in the town dares to provoke them, so in the end, this situation of "there is no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is the king" was finally created.

Henry turned his head to look, and one of them happened to notice his gaze, and after looking at it, he sneered "hey": "I heard that the Iron Horse mercenary group is dead, why are you still alive?

The "Iron Horse Mercenary Group" has been cancelled in the Mercenary Guild, and the people in this news line naturally know, but obviously they don't care at all, but instead gloat and laugh.

Buffon was agitated by these words and grabbed the short sword, and immediately got up to say something, but was pulled by Henry: "What are you excited about?"

"They..."Buffon gritted his teeth, it is taboo for his comrades to die in action, no one wants to joke about this, these guys in front of him are obviously here to find fault.

Fat Henry squinted his eyes and didn't speak--it's common for a mercenary to be brave and ruthless, and it's even more common to fight without saying a word, and in the past, he might have pulled Buffon directly up and cut it...

But looking at those two contracts, his mind was clearer than ever.

After getting to know Roddy, Henry's "vision" has been raised a lot... The "pattern" that used to be confined to Kig Town has been completely changed unconsciously.

Now he and Buffon are thinking about how to help Roddy take the territory. Compared with this goal, the pattern of the "Wolverine Mercenary Group" can only be called a "small fight".

Insults? When things are done, they can crush these guys to death at will by finding some connections, and now the courage of the horseman is inferior.

"Let's go, there's business. ”

The fat man shook his head at Buffon, got up and left.

"Haven't answered my question yet? Is that pretty girl still alive? Don't run!"

The ridicule of the mercenaries behind him became more and more presumptuous, but seeing that Henry and Buffon didn't react at all, they didn't think it was interesting, and turned their heads and scolded: "Two cowards, I used to know how to reply a few words, but now I'm at this point, tsk..."

"Ignore them, what is the recent arrangement of the group leader?"

"Isn't it the ownership of the town these days, anyway, no matter who takes over, the head of the regiment is ready to knock him off... Our Wolverine mercenary group is not a soft persimmon, Tranka needs to give face, and if you change someone else, you have to give the same. ”

"That is, no matter what aristocracy it is, it should be given, and it can't be less!"