The lack of work and a steady income led to no food, and the unemployed hired men and sailors were extremely interested in Aldrich's recruitment, and even the rumored dangerous sewers did not discourage them, perhaps the real impetus was the greed of one silver coin a day, and most of the people around the table raised their hands with expressions on their faces.

Successfully stirring the Black Cat Tavern into a boiling hot soup, Knight Triss stepped onto the table, his voice so loud that it drowned out the noise of the nearby chaos like a wet market.

"Cleaning the sewers is not an easy thing to do, otherwise it would not be our turn as a scavenger union. I need a good fighter and must pass several tests to qualify to become a full member of the union. Of course, there will also be some additional scavengers who will follow us to clean up the battlefield. Ten copper fennils a day, I will estimate the value of the items I found, and I have the right of first refusal. ”

Aldridge's words won the hearts of everyone present, and the sailors who were confident in their own strength were full of hope, and those who feared that they would lose the election also had a place to go, and they all exhaled relaxedly. Although the income will definitely be less, the important thing is to be in a safe rear, after all, the money earned by licking blood is fought with their own lives, and most people are willing to be a sewer scavenger.

The test of the Knight of Triss is simple, first of all, strength, and it is considered to be able to pull out the pillar of the reins at the door of the tavern with both hands. In order to demonstrate to them, Aldrich did not use the power of the violent bear, but easily pulled the stone bar with the thick leg of the elephant's leg off the ground with just two arms, walked around the doorway, and put it back in its place.

Looking at the strength of this mercenary, many spectators who coveted the money bag were immediately extinguished by reality, and the people who tried to fish in troubled waters quietly walked away, perhaps to move the rescuers, or to retreat in the face of difficulties.

The regulars of the Black Cat Tavern are all unemployed people who are hungry and full of money, and they must have a little bit of strength, but they can't do it as easily as Aldrich.

A veteran sailor, with the Order of Valian, and a master of rope throwing and broadside warfare, was the first to step forward at the urging of his companions, and came to the pillar under the approving gaze of the veteran mercenary. Taking a deep breath, squatting slightly, holding the stone with both hands, his muscles immediately expanded, his dark face was tense, his eyes were faintly red, and he skillfully used his strength to pull up the bolt horse stone little by little, turned around in place, and then put it back in place.

"Tom!" heard a heavy muffled sound in the heart, Aldrich was the first to applaud, and immediately there was a sparse applause around him, all of them the sailors' companions, and then the voices joined in one voice, and from time to time there were cheers and cheers.

"Well done, you're a reserve member of the Scavengers' Guild, and there are two other tests to follow. Knight Tris reached out.

The sailor reacted immediately, shaking it up and down with a hard grip, and then was pushed aside by the veteran mercenary. His success inspired the courage of many people, and one after another confident sailors and hired men stood up in a zigzag procession to the stone pillar at the entrance of the tavern to be tested by Aldrich.

Some people are disappointed, some people are recruited into the scavenger union by virtue of their strength, and the losers are not discouraged, after all, there are still a number of scavenger positions. Watching the lively good deeds was driven by the atmosphere, and they couldn't help but squeeze to the front, eager to try Aldrich's test.

Seeing that there were forty-seven qualified people, far exceeding his own psychological expectations, the Knight of Tris prepared to eliminate some of them.

'These unemployed, who have good military force, if they do nothing, are really a destabilizing factor for Eastwood City, and if they can consume some of it in the Battle of the Sewers, the town hall and the earl must be happy to see it. After this combing, the hidden and powerful underground world will free up enough space for my career to take off and get on the right track. ’

The second test began, where the veteran mercenary took out a blunt-headed heavy sword, held it in both hands and held it flat for ten breaths, and then slowly lowered it. This hand stumped many people with qualifications, and even if they barely finished their hands, they couldn't help but tremble slightly, pure strength, no skills could steal and play tricks, and most of them were eliminated on the spot.

Someone whispered a complaint, trying to put pressure on Aldrich, but the onlookers were not stupid, but turned their noses, after all, this is the foundation of the warrior, and even this can't pass the test, so don't want to get into the scavenger union to earn money.

"The third test is actual combat, you need to see blood, and it is best to pass the enemy, but due to the conditions, it will be postponed in the sewer. ”

Aldrich looked at the two rows behind him with a total of seventeen people, "I declare that you are all qualified, but due to the narrow environment of the sewers, you need to be divided into two teams that can be rotated alternately, and you nominate two people to serve as my deputies, and divide their respective combat positions according to their respective specialties." ”

Then he stretched out his hands to the losers who were unwilling to leave: "I will pay the bill tonight, please have a good meal, and tomorrow I will officially enter the sewers and fulfill the tasks of the scavengers' union." ”

The guests of the Black Cat Tavern cheered in unison, secretly glad that they had met a rich and generous man, and thought: Maybe with this senior mercenary, they can really eat a full meal.

As far as the dismal tavern is concerned, Aldrich Triss, a bold guest, can be said to do his best, as long as it is not too demanding, to satisfy the other party as much as possible.

As soon as the messy table was cleaned up, the kitchen employees began to wash the dishes and prepare an unusually sumptuous dinner, and their hands and feet must be quick and diligent, otherwise some people are willing to take their place, after all, to get a stable income at the same time, they can also take the opportunity to find food in the kitchen, which is definitely a favorite position for many low-level unemployed.

Weighing 20 catties, more than 100 knots of seafood sausage is crushed, mixed with the couscous flour that has not been removed from the bran, and kneaded into a huge dough after water, divided into small pieces and baked into a blazing stove to bake into bread.

After the fresh river fish is decapitated and the tail is removed, the fattest and beautiful part of the middle section is removed from the fishy internal organs and black membrane, cut into two finger-wide fish steaks, dipped in batter, and then slid into a boiling oil pan and fried slowly. Aldrich tasted a piece and felt that the faint fishy smell was tolerable, so he didn't say anything more. The most tender part of the belly has long since melted into a translucent surimi, and the charred shell is bitten open, and the flavor inside melts almost in the mouth.

The few vegetables that were left were not enough and not fresh enough, so Tris instructed the kitchen workers to chop up the tubers, knead them into the dough, and make croquettes. The rest of the branches and leaves are minced and made into a vegetable soup, which is filled with a sufficient amount of salt and mixed with two large spoons of fish cutlet oil, which is fragrant and flavorful, and a little oil splashes appear on the surface, which is not so shabby.

Learning new dishes from Aldrich made the head of the kitchen at the Black Cat Tavern look much better, and he knew that some mercenaries were running around all year round, often with their own unique cooking techniques, to soothe their stomachs that had been tormented by the wind and sleep.

At the suggestion of the 'veteran mercenary', dinner in the tavern was served much earlier than his peers, and the smoke from the blackened chimney calmed the minds of those gathered around Aldrich Tris, but the restrictions on alcohol made many drunkards who were planning to get drunk angry. Thinking that all this was free, someone kindly reminded that it was a mercenary treat, and their anger quickly dissipated.

Oil-stained plates are washed with soap, washed with soap, and the water is washed away by the residual heat of the oven, stacked neatly on the bar of the tavern, and the union members line up neatly to take their share of dinner in order.

The seafood-scented black bread, four shiny fish cutlets, a dozen vegetarian meatballs, a large bowl of vegetable soup and a glass of unmixed ale wine make people who have been looking forward to it for a long time extremely happy.

More than 30 scavengers are not bad, except for the fish cutlet, the dishes are exactly the same, but no one has raised an opinion, after all, if the official union members and these affiliated supernumeraries, if they enjoy the same treatment, then the test just now is meaningless.

Blessed are the other good deeds who are reluctant to get involved in the scavengers' guild and are willing to continue to be spectators, and the rest of the brown bread and croquettes are enjoyed, but only for a fee.

Aldridge watched as he had turned the Black Cat Tavern into an open-air canteen for the Night Watchman, and with satisfaction sipping the unmixed ale, he sat in the middle of the hall and became the center of attention for everyone who looked up.

From time to time someone stood up and raised a glass to the generous veteran mercenary, and the crowd was surging and the atmosphere was gradually warmed up, and Tris was pleased with this spontaneous action, and frequently responded and took pleasure in it.

Although the sewer campaign had not yet begun, it was not Aldrich's intention to see the spiritual light of goodness trickling in, stopping his depleted source of virtue, but at this moment he was happy to see the spiritual world renewal.

There were only two deputies who were qualified to share the table with him, one was a veteran sailor on the side of the ship, and he was also the first to respond to his recruitment order and strictly complete two tests, and the other was a long-time unemployed construction worker, who was extremely powerful, and was said to have a history of unclean hands and feet, but Aldrich didn't care, he wanted a qualified warrior, and he didn't care about the spoils of war at all.

When he was drunk, Gorgau, a professional gambler who had lost his fortune in a game of cards, came to Aldrich's side with a shy face, he cared deeply about his turquoise ring, and had helped him win many battles between his peers, which was a lucky luck charm.

Despite losing the match against the mercenary, it was because of the 'luck of the newbie', and Gorgaard wanted to retrieve it, after all, the mercenary was extremely generous.

"No problem, I can give it to you, but at what cost?" Knight Tris did not refuse, but chose to change the way, he had the intention of wooing and using this once emotional professional.

"I can pay for it, don't just talk about it, you quote a reasonable price!" Golegaard took the initiative, he liked to lead the rhythm.

"Money, I have, and I don't really care. Compared to this old turquoise ring, I actually value you very much. ”

He stretched out his hand to stop the professional gambler's defense, "I noticed that your hands are slender and powerful, and you are very flexible when you draw cards, and if I hadn't guessed, you should still be a good loiter." ”

The Wanderer, the name given to the hounds raised by the nobles and lords, is an indispensable member of the adventurer's team as a thief in the underworld, as a leader in the team's reconnaissance, an eyeliner for providing information, and an expert in picking doors and locks.

Goregao pondered for a long time, looked up at the confident eyes of the senior mercenary, and secretly made up his mind: "If it is your team, I choose to join." I trust my own vision, and you will be a wise leader and will not be as emotional as I am. ”

"Welcome!" Aldrich Triss held out his hand, and Goregau immediately shook it, a scene that was watched by many, including professional gamblers who knew him well, as well as strangers and do-gooders.

"The change is too fast, he shouldn't have been the trust that the president has found!" The official members of the union and the affiliated scavengers were secretly wondering, what happened just now was too fast, and they didn't react for a while.

Anyway, the power of employment is in the hands of Aldrich Triss, skipping these trivial things, the slightly cooled atmosphere is hot again, someone takes the lead in singing the war song that has been handed down from the pioneer era to this day, and then turns into the fisherman's net tune, and the sailors' surging emotions are aroused, shouting the horn of unknown meaning and absurdity.

Aldrich looked at the once gloomy Black Cat Tavern, driven by himself, the unemployed who had spent a good time, now looking forward to the future in high spirits, couldn't help but smile, raised his hand and invited another round of ale, and immediately won everyone's love.

The prosperity of spring flowers and autumn leaves will always wither, the farce of the end of the song will come to an end, and at night, the well-fed guests will leave in twos and threes, and the knight of Tris will also fall asleep in the room of the tavern.

The next day, after a simple breakfast, all the members of the scavengers' union walked into the cloudy and dim sewers with simple sticks and sharp weapons in hand, led by the veteran mercenary.