When Nata was embarrassed, Akasha was also tossing and turning on the bed.

The décor in the room was simple, and the fireplace dimmed, but the bedroom that should have been dark was now illuminated by a ray of light—Akasha lifted the ring in her hand, and the soft light dispelled the darkness and the fear of the holy priest.

It's just that at this moment, her gaze at the ring is a little complicated.

The "flogging punishment" curse is gone.

This matter was confirmed tonight, and when there was no more pain in her back, Akasha froze in place for a long time, and then cried inexplicably...

She could feel that all this was not a natural fading, but inextricably linked to the ring in her hand—with this ring, her magic power had even increased a little, and from the day she wore it, the effect of the curse had diminished day by day.

Today, when the physical and mental damage has come to an end, all that remains in her heart is the word "gratitude".

Although she experienced a thrilling battle in the afternoon, Akasha didn't have much panic and fear at this time, and what she could recall in her mind was not the whizzing gargoyle, nor the iron golem wielding heavy weapons and striding - when she closed her eyes, the clearest picture in front of her was the tall figure standing in front of her, leaning on her body to block a sword and a hammer.

I have to say that the "outlook on life" of the technical house is very different from this world after all, and some of the "misunderstandings" caused by this are even more difficult to explain.

The truth is actually quite simple: Roddy's belief that keeping Akasha is equivalent to winning half the battle - this is definitely the "consensus" of all players, and has even become a deeply ingrained idea.

In Akasha's eyes, "hatred" and "dumping" have always been the two words that she feels the most in her life experience, but the word "trust" has never been seen, and when she suddenly sees Roddy blocking the heavy sword and chain hammer for herself, she only feels that the enemy's weapon is not attacking Roddy, but striking her inside

What is the meaning of being alive?

Aka had thought about it, and had come up with different answers at different times. But at this moment, looking at the light on the ring in her hand, she felt that she had another layer of understanding...

In the stables next to the school grounds, the well-fed war horses were snorting one after another. The sentries were faintly visible in the light of the torches, while the scouts resting in the houses snorted.

As an order, "sleep" was also carried out by the scouts. After a long period of fighting and training, these young people who used to be lazy and unrealistic in Nolan Village have completely transformed - and now, no matter what battle they will face next, it seems that there is no more "fear" to bother these guys.

In a house not far away, the Knight of Wellington raised his hand to place his heavy riding gun on the wooden table, and beside him, Sodrore was silently spinning the grinding wheel, the sound of the blade rubbing against the grinding wheel echoed dryly in the silent night.

The heavy armor was not worn on his body, but was placed aside in a half-assembled state, and Wellington was wearing a little bandage and drinking a pot of hot ale in his hand.

Unlike the scouts who exist as "weapons", both Sodrore and Wellington have their own considerations and ideas about the next battle, so they do not choose to rest.

After a long silence, Wellington suddenly spoke: "This kind of battle is not optimistic. ”

Sodrore looked up and made a gesture of listening.

"I don't know where the enemy is, how many there are, and how strong he is. Suddenly decided to rush over, although it has the effect of a miracle soldier, how to start? ”

These questions of his were actually from the moment Roddy decided to send troops.

Sodrol raised his sword, compared it to the candlelight to observe the edge, and then continued to polish it on the grinding wheel, and in the sound of "Boom", he replied: "I remember you taught me some time ago: in war, the winner is not necessarily the side with the advantage in forces, but must be the side that grasps the initiative. ”

Wellington took a sip of ale and turned his gaze to the darkness: "That being said, but Roddy's behavior is not a 'initiative', it can only be called 'reckless'." ”

"But I believe him." Sodrore stopped sharpening his sword, "And... You didn't refuse either.

"I just didn't say no to Angmar," Wellington shook his head, "If Angmar needs me to die, I won't refuse to die in the charge." ”

The ghost knight's words were not impassioned, but they moved Sodrore.

"Since you believe him, then I'll tell you something else." Wellington plugged the wine sac into his stopper, "The swordsmanship and fighting skills that I taught you earlier are not all there is to the knight. As a knight, the source of strength is not the so-called 'battle spirit,'. ”

Wellington pointed to his chest, "For me, the strength of a guardian knight comes from loyalty. ”

The night breeze was still there, but Sodrore, who had been sharpening his sword, was lost in thought--everything Wellington had taught in the past month probably didn't seem to him as important as this sentence.

"Don't think about anything else, I just think you have enough potential to go further, that's why I say that. And most importantly... You're willing to trust someone. ”

Wellington drank the last ale, got up, clenched the quaint riding spear, and waved it twice with a light weight, and the sound of the wind passing through the air carried unprecedented power.

"Actually, you and I don't think much about it, since we choose to trust, it is equivalent to making a judgment."

"If you have judgment, go and be a real warrior—"

"Don't ask how strong the enemy is, just ask... Where is the enemy?"

Compared to the calm before the storm in Parr, the atmosphere in Kieg was no different from before.

On nights when most of the residents are in their dreams, the "Green Vine Tavern", where the mercenaries reside, is still as lively as ever.

The hall on the first floor is bustling with the conversations of various mercenaries, although it is about to enter the winter season, but the mercenaries have never lacked the task of making money, even if they don't have to go to the forest to hunt, escort caravans, run errands and deliver letters, whatever they choose, it is enough for them to earn a mouthful of food.

As a first-tier town in Evta's territory, the mercenaries here are also from all over the world, but at this time, most of the people in the "Green Vine Tavern" are local mercenaries, and the news discussed with each other is also something that happened recently-

"I heard that a large group came from the south, and after resting here for a day, they entered the Silent Forest?"

"It's called the Blood Shield Mercenary Regiment, which has a relatively good reputation in the south, and there are many dirty jobs, and a few lords have wanted warrants, but it is said that they dare not touch them."

"It's so big? What is the reason for going to the woods at this time? The Silent Forest is not a friendly place, if you are lucky enough to meet a wood elf and still survive, if you meet a few hard stubbles, there are really a few lives that are not enough to die

"Look at what you said, it's like you've seen a wood elf."

"Of course I've seen Lao Tzu get lost last time..."

Similar conversations abounded, and the two men sitting in the corner drinking listened to these words with mixed expressions—they were none other than Henry and Buffon, who had come out of the Silent Forest alive

In the past, Fat Henry would definitely join the ranks of boasting about "witnessing the wood elves", but now sitting here, he has no heart to brag and show off.

"Buffon, you said that if we take these things away, will we not have to be mercenaries for the rest of our lives?"

His face has long since lost the paleness of the silent forest, and after a few full meals and hot wine, his face is now full of red, but the tone of his speech at this time is mixed with a "pain".

"If you do that, it should be enough to spend for decades."

Buffon was using his fork to deal with the steak in front of him, and there was already a small stack of plates stacked next to him—he chewed hard for a long time as he was thin, and then added: "The point is that you have a good conscience, and there is the sentence he said before leaving." ”

"Forget it, I'm just saying that."

Henry lowered his head as if deflated, and used his fork to deal with the food in front of him that he could not afford at all.

Obviously, such a conversation between the two was completely because they were frightened by Roddy's "handwriting"...

When he was in Elsa's village before, although Henry could recognize that these herbs were relatively "rare" and of good quality, he had no idea that these herbs would be so sought-after

In just two days, half of the herbs he took out to "test the waters" caused an uproar in the Apothecary's Shop

Henry was very business-minded, and instead of choosing to sell it directly, he directly asked for the refining of the potion at the Apothecary's Guild, thinking of selling the finished product directly at a high price.

However, when he saw that the vice president was shocked by these herbs and came out to discuss the acquisition, he immediately made a decision and directly negotiated the conditions with the other party: the potion made of herbs would be divided in half, but the pharmacist's guild would pay Henry a high fee, which was called "herb collection fee".

Such harsh conditions were originally used for tug-of-war, who would have thought that the other party would directly agree to it after thinking about it for an afternoon, causing Henry to not even use the rhetoric of being ready, so he was stunned and returned to the hotel with a box of silver coins...

This is a genuine silver coin or a fine silver from the Niels vein, and one can even top two southern doped Buster Mine silver coins

This box of silver coins is really astronomical for Henry and Buffon, and I am afraid that they may not be able to earn so much money in their lifetime.

And what made Henry "painful" the most was that when Luo Di was separated from them, he simply mentioned the "reward" - "All the silver coins exchanged for all the herbs after they are sold, you two will take 10% for your own use, and it will be the same in the future." ”

One of the four hundred and eighty silver coins is forty-eight silver coins

You must know that the best harvest of the "Iron Horse Mercenary Group" in the previous year was ninety-seven silver coins, and everyone could count ten pieces of happiness in tears...

A simple task, earning a salary equal to two or three years of harvest, this kind of thing sounds like a dream, but looking at the fragrant food in front of him, and touching the bottles of magic potion in his pocket, Henry knows that he has really met a strong man...

The force value is perverted, he has a good relationship with the wood elves, and he is ready to open up the trade route - Buffon is too lazy to think about what twists and turns there are, but Henry is very clear: if the trade route is really opened, the speed at which he and Buffon make money is definitely more exaggerated than that of mining

The idea of monopolizing these four hundred and eighty silver coins was only fleeting, not to mention the question of conscience, in terms of "interests" alone, Henry would never do such a stupid thing

"This Lord Roddy... It really ate us to death..."

Henry's tone was bitter, but he stuffed the steak into his mouth with a happy face.