Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Corpse Has Been Tricked
On a new day, the warm sun shines on this ancient and vast continent according to the eternal law, and a small town in a free trade country begins to come back to life.
"Bang!!" A loud knock on the door sounded in the tavern of this ordinary town, but the crisp crash did not attract much attention from the townspeople, most of them just glanced slightly in the direction from which the sound came from, and then turned their heads and continued to do their own business.
According to common sense, every tavern inevitably has the existence of alcoholics, and every drunk drunkard can't be considered in a normal person's mind, maybe it's just that a drunken drunkard in the middle of the day accidentally pushes a little harder when closing the door, isn't it?
However, contrary to what the townspeople thought, it was not a drunkard who knocked on the door, but a big man with a huge iron axe tied to his back.
I saw that this big man who entered the door was more rude, pouting, not caring about the eyes of the people around him, and walking towards the tavern owner familiarly, of course, it may be that he has long been accustomed to the frightened eyes of others.
"What does the regiment leader want to drink?" The tavern owner, who was pouring wine into a huge wooden cup, saw this big man walking with a tiger's waist, but was not afraid at all, but asked the mercenary leader with an indifferent face, "Is it still flame wine?"
The tavernkeeper kept his hands moving, skillfully pouring the wine and handing it to an old-fashioned mercenary outside the bar: "Please slow down, guest." ”
"Thank you. The mercenary glanced warily at the big man who had just entered the door, took the wine, and walked to the innermost table.
Flame wine, the big man standing in place heard the flame wine that the tavern owner said, and subconsciously licked his lips, but the next moment he seemed to think of something, and his face immediately became bitter like a mournful woman, "Bring me a rye bar." ”
"Wait a minute, Captain. The tavernkeeper nodded as usual, and turned to fetch rye wine for the captain.
"Alas, these days have passed, and the money for drinking is almost gone. The big man muttered and carefully took out a handful of silver deer from his arms, and then painlessly picked one out of it and put it on the bar.
Thinking that when the year was good, how could he say that there were one hundred and eighty golden dragons in his arms, how could they be all these silver deer, Dahan had a feeling that today was different from the past.
It's just that these silver deer that make Dahan feel very little make the people around him who have been paying attention to Dahan red-eyed, is this called no money for drinking! This handful of silver deer alone can let them drink to their heart's content for several months.
"What to see! What is there to see!" Feeling a slightly jealous gaze, Dahan glared at the person who was looking at him indifferently, and then stuffed the silver deer into his arms, what level can he think about the person who is on this silver deer, Dahan also knows it in his heart, and the wealth is not exposed to the needle for those little white faces, if someone dares to hit his idea, this sandbag big fist is not white long.
But for some reason, with such a group of people who seem poorer than him to compare, Dahan feels inexplicably better.
Soon, the ordinary-looking tavern owner came over with a glass of rye wine, and then quietly pinched the silver deer in his hand: "A silver deer can't buy any news, especially a silver deer that has to subtract the cost of a glass of rye wine." “
"We are friends. The big man straightened his face and said with a serious face.
"I poured you a little more rye. ”
“..........”
After being silent for a while, the big man groped in his arms and put a silver deer on the table.
"Not enough. ”
"I haven't said I want any news yet!!" Dahan replied with some annoyance.
"I know what you want to ask. The tavernkeeper's face was still expressionless, "But no matter what the news is, you need to pay at least one gold dragon coin, even if it is news that ordinary women know." ”
Dahan didn't answer, he closed his eyes silently, it seemed that he was thinking, but in fact, he was thinking wildly in his heart about whether the silver deer in his arms added up to a golden dragon, in case he couldn't take out a golden dragon at that time, he would be embarrassed, and he didn't want to have a face.
I heard that there was a war going on in the Western Continent, so I would have taken my brothers to the war, and it was better to die than to starve to death, but at the thought of the expensive ferry ticket to the Western Continent, the strong man couldn't help but languish.
"Okay, don't worry about it, I know your current situation. The tavernkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of sly eyes flashed, "We are all old friends, you just have to give me all the silver deer in your arms, and I will give you a message." ”
In fact, speaking of which, the Copper Oak Regiment where Dahan is located was originally a well-known mercenary group, and it would not be so downtrodden, although it was not as good as the Golden Regiment and the Second Son Regiment and other large mercenary regiments, but at least they did not have to worry about eating and drinking, and they were very chic.
It's a pity that the year is not good, a few years ago, the Copper Oak Group Office smashed a big list, and several people died on the road, this is not the key, who does not hang their heads on their belts in this industry, the key is that the businessmen who hired them were also unlucky to be taken away by a stray arrow, this is a big problem.
The death of the merchant means that no one pays the final payment to the mercenary group, which means that the mercenary group needs to bear the pension after the death and death of the members, and these problems are still secondary, such as the pension can also be dealt with with the savings accumulated before, but once the credit is gone, it is the key.
You said that the mercenary group of about 100 people came back with at least 90 people, and only a few people were killed and wounded, but the employer braided his hair, so much so that many people said that the Copper Oak group killed the employer and robbed the finances, so that the merchants did not dare to hire them later.
"Thank you. Dahan glanced at the tavern owner gratefully, and the boss who had a treacherous face in his eyes suddenly became a little kind.
"Now, here you go, here's the message you want. The tavern keeper smiled mysteriously, took the money, and pulled out a piece of paper from under the bar.
"You've been ready for a long time?" the big man gave the tavern owner a strange look, then took the notice and looked at it, "Anyone who takes the head of an adult male of the Zheke tribe will be rewarded with 3 gold dragon coins in the Stormwind Kingdom, and there is no upper limit, and those with outstanding grades will be canonized as Pioneer Knights by the Stormwind Kingdom." ”
"Bang!" Dahan patted the bar table excitedly, and the wooden bar table shook violently, "I'll take this job." ”
"I believe that with your strength, you will definitely become a noble knight. The hotel owner chimed in.
"Thank you. The more he read, the more excited he became, nodded, and was about to leave the tavern, when he realized something, he turned the notice up and down strangely, "What is the name of this bird on the coat of arms?"
"Well, that's the royal coat of arms of the Stormwind Kingdom, called Xuanniao. “