"Wait! Aren't there gold, silver, and copper coins here? What the hell is this G? Bill cried out, and of course the shopkeeper across from him looked at him with idiotic eyes, "G! It's money! Don't tell me you look like a dog, and you don't know money! Although Bill didn't figure it out, he could only sell the captured axes, daggers, daggers and other things in his hand in exchange for a pile of coins. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

These coins look as if they were die-cast from iron, or some kind of ferroalloy? Not only are the sizes different, the patterns are also different, and the denominations on them are also large and small, and by the way, the money of the bandits captured by Bill has automatically become this kind of thing. "The more I think it's a bad development game for the Boomers! The more I feel like I'm a pesticide! What do you mean by saying that you changed the settings and system in the middle of the process? Super bad producer and planner? Be careful of being expelled from hell with shame! ”

Of course, Bill counted the G in his hand and found that there were already two hundred, so he immediately went to the church to see again. Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that the price had actually changed to G, so after the payment of the goods, the priest on the other side was still a priest or something, raised his hand and muttered to him, and then with a burst of white light, Bill found that he had magically learned a spell.

It's a strange feeling, like all of a sudden you've learned to ride a bike and swim, and you just have to use your mana - by the way, Bill can't describe what it's like to have mana surging through you, it just seems like a feeling of strength. Bill was naturally able to cast this spell as long as he wanted to activate it and recite the language of activation, which was quite a shameful shouting move in public with a few "Flame Tracks!" "That's it.

It's just that Bill knows very well that such spells can't be cast in the city, and the interference from the churches in the city will naturally suppress these guys who are just "able to use", making it impossible for them to release these spells within range. Now that he has learned the spell, Bill is going to use the money to go to the bar for a drink for the rest of the time, and then depending on the situation, it is estimated that he needs to find a job.

The bar is still like that, but the bar girl seems to be a lot higher-grade, and it doesn't seem to be the type of person who does a part-time leather and meat business. And the owner of the bar gave Bill an unexpected surprise, "Hmm......." Looking at the price on the drink list, Bill could only secretly hurt himself, "It turns out that I can only afford the cheapest milk or beer." Now he wants to find a job, and he doesn't want to be on the streets in a few days, making a living by robbing and picking up garbage.

After a hurried drink, Bill rushed to the mercenary agency. Then he got the advice of the middle-aged man in the agency, "This Mr. Bill, who I haven't met, what kind of mercenary do you need?" I think your profession needs a swordsman. ”

Bill. Clinton began to blink, he didn't understand how he had come to look for a job, how he had become a swordsman mercenary who had been marketed for hire. "What the hell is going on?" He opened his mouth and asked the middle-aged man, "I'm here to look for a job, and I don't want to hire a swordsman under him?" ”

At this time, the young man standing next to him pulled Bill aside and began to explain to him. "Look, Mr. Bill. You are a professional warrior, which means that you can at least be a squad leader instead of a regular mercenary. The mercenaries who sold their lives were only swordsmen, spearmen, and cavalrymen, and they were paid a fixed amount after each mission. And if you want to work, you must first join or form a mercenary group, and then you can accept mercenary tasks, receive mercenary money and rewards afterwards, and after deducting the cost of the hired soldiers, you will earn much more than the soldiers who pay a fixed salary. At this time, Bill finally understood the setting of the Horse Planet, it turned out that those mercenaries were all faceless NPCs, and they could only fight under the leadership of a faceless character like him.

"Sure enough, faceless NPCs are not human ......" Bill, shaking his head, then asked how to join or establish a mercenary group, and then the answer was to sit and wait in the tavern, otherwise he would pay a huge amount of money for Bill to establish a mercenary group. Bill thought about how he could be a character with a face, and according to the premise of the Horse Planets, if they really wanted to make a game, sitting in the tavern would definitely advance the story......

When Bill returned to the tavern, he found Sam, the archer, and Sharna, the nun, sitting at a small table, drinking slowly - just juice, of course. Bill walked over, sat down on the third chair, and motioned for the boss to bring over a glass of juice - his last G was gone...... "Hey, Bill." Let's talk about how much we should charge. Ay? Don't you know that mercenary groups need to pay a contract fee to hire us? Hahaha, do you think it's okay to eat and live? Bill only then remembered that even the transfer of players requires a signing fee, not to mention that the mercenary group needs at least a settlement fee to hire people.

It seems that there are quite a few mercenary groups, and Sam is helping Bill Kop as an "native". "There are seven countries on the continent, and they are at war with each other -- I remember for more than 200 years. Past? At this time, Sharna answered Bill's question: "In the past, there were indeed countries that unified the whole continent, and the Norma Empire ruled the entire continent a thousand years ago, but the country collapsed six hundred years ago...... The war lasted for a long time, and then four hundred years ago, the Siyudon Empire almost unified the entire continent again, but the Emperor was defeated in the end, and he was unable to regain the glory of his ancestor Norma Empire. "It seems that the nun did not work in vain in the convent, but she learned a lot.

Bill kind of got a general idea of the situation, but the problem was that when he went on a mission with Sam the other day, the background was not like this...... At that time, Sam said that the main army of the empire was about a few dozen people, and then the armies of the nobles everywhere ranged from a dozen to dozens of people - anyway, the entire empire could concentrate on a few hundred people...... Now it has reached a relatively "normal" level directly in size - according to Bill's calculations, the Siyudon Empire can draw an army of tens of thousands - if the "people" of the past were warriors like him.

While Bill was talking to Sam and Sharna, the man in full armor who came in at the door saw their table, and after comparing the well-equipped mercenaries at the other tables, he walked straight to Bill and them.