The lucrative breakfast tests the stomach of every Night Watchman, even if they are all foodies who won the top three in the Big Stomach King Competition, and consciously stop eating when they are eighty percent full, and one after another people get up and leave the open-air cafeteria and go to the nearby training ground to spread their muscles, and in the end there are only a few full-time knights who still hold on, including Tris, Captain West, and three knights who appear as burning campfires in Aldrich's real vision.

The average Night Watchman eats three times as much as the average person, then they are at least five times as much, and the Knight of Tris, who has just recovered from a minor injury, is between six or seven times, and he has emptied two large plates of barbecued sausages stacked into a 'hill', and three dozen slices of jam bread, and a basket of fifty mashed bell peppers. Aunt Rosie, the cook in charge, was dumbfounded, and the expected number of meals might be just enough, which gave her a bit of a headache.

"It's full!" Aldrich gently put down the copper knife and fork, took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and carefully folded it back in place. Got up and greeted the chef who came over, "Today's breakfast is very well matched, the meat portion is enough, the vegetables taste good, and the brown bread is baked by yourself?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Knight Triss smiled with satisfaction, "It's not that I can't trust the bakeries outside, their prices are cheap for a reason, and one time is enough." I'd rather choose the real flour, even if it's a little more bran, and don't let the night watchman suffer from the sand and sawdust of the bread. ”

Aunt Rosie hurriedly said that such a shoddy thing would not happen, and seeing her look of awe, Aldrich said many kind words to comfort her, and helped her to restore the open-air cafeteria to its original state, and put the dishes in order before leaving.

Rather than dumping all the leftovers into buckets of swill, the veteran cook carefully sorted them into several plates, and it wasn't long before a few children from the slums were packing up and carrying away the oil-soaked cloth towels she had brought with them. Aunt Rosie's use of this method to help these children from poor families was almost a kind almsgiving, but she felt that she had to do it to be worthy of the vegetable money that she had secretly hidden in her pocket.

The Night Watchman was not a blind and ignorant person, and if it weren't for the fact that the cook was a relative of Captain Vites, the quality of the food was indeed a little better than that of the tavern outside, and she would have been driven away and replaced by another person. Of course, she also had to give Rufer Westside some benefits on time, otherwise it would not be Rosie's turn to sit in the position of the cook.

When Aldrich came to the training ground, the night watchmen had already begun to adapt to their daily exercises, spear throwing, archery, basic swordsmanship, spear and shield attack and defense, arrow battle array, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on their bodies, before they began to rest, chat, and boast about their skills, and the elderly with families poured out the bitter water of life to each other, and then discussed the ways to make money, nothing more than the whimsy of fishing oil and water in the gray area, and no one had any intention of going serious business.

Seeing that the Knight Triss couldn't help but shake his head, Captain Rufu West slowly walked up to him, and the two of them sat on a pile of logs, which were originally used for collective squats and cross-country walking, but now they were stacked in displacement.

"Don't you think their ideas are a little inappropriate? No way, the reality forced out by meager salaries and expensive consumption, don't look at what they are all discussing, in fact, some people have more money than me, and they have their own industries outside, and I am thinking of various ways to scrape oil and water from them. ”

"Uh-huh!" Aldrich did not hide his feelings, "I have not been idle in the two days I have been lying on the bed, and I have looked through the various incomes and expenditures of the past three years, and found that the financial allocation of the town hall is still maintained at the level of last year, and there is no improvement in the maintenance of equipment. For example, my body armor is seriously broken, and it can be scrapped and recycled, but I don't have the money to buy it, so I can only repair it and continue to use it. What a ridiculous financial decision, are they all made on a whim?"

"Who's to say it isn't. The merchant councillors, who were shrewd in collecting taxes, were always inwise in appropriating funds, and often delayed the payment of the salaries of all their subordinates, including the city guards, except for the shield of the Earl of Eastwood, which was directly in the hands of the Earl of Eastwood. We've all tried to live on half pay for a few months a year, and it is said that the money squeezed out is used to lend money for high interest rates, and those bold city councilors will one day pay the price. ”

"I've just joined the Night Watchman, and for some reason I've only been on the streets for less than half the night, but I've heard a lot of rumors that the citizens outside don't have a good enough opinion of us, and what they say is true?

Rufer Vitess was thick-skinned enough, but under the gaze of Aldrich Triss, he bowed his head in a rare way: "A small number of them are true, and most of them are lies spread by falsehood, otherwise we would have been dismissed long ago." The town hall never does a loss-making business, and you have to keep in mind that they are a good group of businessmen who are well versed in the game of fortune of all kinds. Otherwise, the Earl of Eastwood would not have put his money in their hands, and he would have enjoyed a life of luxury in peace. ”

Successfully diverting the subject and leading Aldrich's train of thought astray, Captain West told all sorts of anecdotes about the city lord, including the Earl of Eastwood's estates, iron ore pits, and coal veins, all of which were counted in a number of treasures, and the Earl's foresight was inevitably praised.

"It is said that the Earl of Eastwood has a ring in his hand and can find riches underground, no matter how deep they are buried. The city thrived on its deep-water harbour, but the real silver streams came from iron ore and coal. ”

"I'm sorry, my childhood bedtime fairy tales are full of all kinds of magical treasures, but no one has ever seen them, have they?"

Knight Tris shook his head slightly, "I'd rather believe that Lord Earl has some kind of mastery of exploring ore veins, and their family has a close relationship with the Iron Furnace Dwarves who moved to the distant mountains. Charcoal and cedar wine were the foundation of the Earl of Eastwood, and for the dwarves, charcoal was not worth mentioning, they had better coke, but they could not resist the taste of cedar wine. It's hard to guarantee that there won't be a dwarven engineer who will drink and confide in the unique exploration techniques of the tribe, so you don't need a lot, and the key points are mentioned. ”

"How is this possible?" said Rufu West, almost crying out in surprise, but he quickly lowered his voice.

"If you go to someone and ask about honeysuckle and copper-leaved grass, you will know that you can find eligible minerals by identifying the mutations of plants, but unfortunately this is the secret tradition of some families or scholars, and I only know some side details, so I can't verify the authenticity with you. ”

"It would be nice if we could find a new vein, or a pit, and sit at home and have the money to live in abundance, with money that will not run out for three generations. Vest was a little whimsical that he had fallen into the dream he had wove up, even though it was still a clear day.

Not wanting to disturb Captain West's daydream, Aldrich sat on the unpeeled log, the rough and cracked bark was somewhat eroded by the wind and rain, grabbed a handful, and twisted it gently, all of which were insect-eaten powder, fluttering and falling.

These logs are not used for training, they are piled up and left to decay over time, and it is better to sell them at a discount. No, no, it doesn't fit my creed. Perhaps it may be ......' Knight Tris was in a leisurely trance, and he remembered the various exquisite furniture that appeared in the long dream.

However, Aldrich quickly dismissed the plan, and he knew very well how the carpenters in the territory were unemployed, and the carpenters' guilds in Eastwood could not make any furniture. He made a set here, and soon they would learn it and quickly defeat the fledgling industry with abundant material and human resources.

'Gone are the days when a knight challenged a windmill with a spear in hand. Single-handedly against the Workshop and Guild Consortium, even the legendary master craftsmen will fall into disadvantage. ’

The scene of the two full-time knights in a daze under the sun caused many people to imitate it, and many more were just basking in the sun, so when 'Fast Legs' Bebeto sent the news of the trip of the wanted criminal Marsk, what he saw was the silence of the training ground.

"So fast!" Rufer West, who had been shaken awake, quickly came back to his senses after hearing the news, "One night of torture and interrogation is enough for the Secret Police Department to pull out the information they want to know from his mouth, and their movements have always been crisp and neat. It's just that when did the town hall become so efficient, it only took a day to decide to erect the gallows. ”

Aldrich Triss understood, "If there is no other reason, it is that this person is too much of an eyesore to live, and many people are dissatisfied, and it is better to let him disappear as soon as possible, and as soon as possible." By the way, Captain West, what do you think?"

"It's hard to say, the short knife in the dark, once exposed to the sun, it is better to destroy it on the spot, and after two days, it may have something to do with the broken surface. Will this resurgence of evil be swallowed? Let's go to the execution ground, maybe we can watch a good show. ”

The two looked at each other and reached a consensus, and immediately rode towards the direction of the execution ground, leaving the affairs of the camp to the other full-time knights to take charge of it.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, and they may know that the gallows is about to open again, but most of them don't have the heart to see it, and the pursuit of money will never stop.

However, when Aldrich Triss and Rufer West arrived at the execution ground, they found that the audience was not large, and it could be described as a large crowd, with about 3,000 citizens forming three circles inside and three circles outside.

There were all sorts of strange looks on their faces, ranging from the frenzy of anticipation of the moment of death, to the cringe of wandering eyes that did not dare to look directly at the gallows, and more of them longing for the last breath of life as the sinner struggled to suck it in order to have a chance to prolong his life.

This kind of absurd obsessive trust is recognized by many people, especially those who have luckily climbed from the bottom to the top, and none of them are present.

"It's really lively, all the councillors are here, enough to start the meeting to review next month's budget. Forced to the front as a Night Watchman, Captain West heard a lot of complaints and scolding, but he didn't care.

The noise caused the displeasure of the prison officer, who struck the wooden hammer hard, "Order, order." Knights, keep the execution ground silent. ”

Heavily armed, the cold mountain knight wrapped in iron began to walk back and forth, and the place where his eyes roamed, suddenly silent, at this time, he would often be caught by the code, no one wanted to be in the limelight.

The sun rose as usual, and at nine o'clock the dazzling sun fell over the spire of the bell tower and onto the gallows, the lonely noose swaying slightly in the morning breeze, wailing to take away another life, and the whimper echoed in the wind.

The bloody executioner is replaced by a hypocritical merchant for a masked executioner, who is responsible for pulling the mechanism and opening the plank where the gallows sufferers stand.

The executioner was not unemployed, he only changed into a disguised attire, and the axe of execution became a rope-drawn mechanism made and provided free of charge by the carpenter's guild, but it inexplicably became a good government to decorate the façade of the town hall.