First of all, Kersmund learned that the admission of new students to the Royal Military Academy of Sago began on the first day of August each year and lasted only three days. And now it's late June, which means he has a little more than a month to prepare for his enrollment. And when he learned that he would have to pay a tuition fee of 1,000 dinars a year after becoming a student at the Royal Military Academy of Sagos, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Such an expensive tuition fee was too much for him to expect.

Penniless at this time, he left the door of the Royal Military Academy of Saagos in frustration, and then led his horse out of Sagos. Outside the gates of Sagoth, he rode his horse and galloped across a vast field to vent his frustration. He really wanted to get away from Sagoth and go somewhere else. However, he finally came to Sagos, and the Royal Military Academy of Sagos was in front of him just now, how could he be willing to give up so easily.

Soon, there was only one thought left in his mind - to make money, and in a month's time, he would earn enough dinars for tuition.

As he roamed the fields and forests south of Sagoth, he spotted many robbers near him. These robbers often come in groups and are most likely to stop and rob lone pedestrians.

A group of robbers of more than a dozen people had their eyes on Ksmurd, standing in his direction from a distance, trying to stop him. Kersmoud wanted to take a detour to avoid the group of robbers, but he suddenly had an idea, and this thought immediately made his heart beat faster and his blood boiled.

In the eyes of the desperate Kersmed, these outlaws had suddenly become a source of dinars - killing these robbers and then selling what they got from them for money, neither breaking the edicts of the lords and nobles, nor violating morality, but it was a bit risky. However, Seemer understood the danger of wealth, and that if he wanted to get more dinar in less time, he had to take a risk proportional to the amount of wealth he could get.

Kersmod, who had made a decision immediately, faced the group of robbers, not only did not take a detour, did not retreat, but also accelerated and rushed straight towards the robbers.

As he approached the group of robbers, Kosmund had taken out the single knife he had taken from another group of robbers from a sack tied to the side of the saddle.

"It's a robbery, understand, I'll give you a chance to hand over all your stuff, or my brothers and I will kill you, understand?"

"Money or death, lad. If you don't run, we'll torture you to death. ”

"You're lucky to have met us and you're in a really good mood today. Hand over all your money and we'll let you out alive. ”

The robbers shouted at Korsmund from afar, and threw stones at him. Faced with the stones that flew like raindrops, Kersmed had to use his single knife to block and dodge appropriately, but he and his horse under his crotch were still inevitably hit by a few stones.

Fortunately, Kersmond dismounted quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the place where the robbers were.

A **** robber with his upper body and a butcher knife in his hand rushed in front of Kersmund first. Before he could slash at Kersmond, Korsmer slashed out and struck the robber in the neck like lightning.

Blood gushed from the long, deep wound in the robber's neck, and he fell to the ground without even a scream.

After Smund hacked the robber to death, he immediately slashed at the next robber without paus......

The battle lasted nearly half an hour before it ended, and a total of twelve robbers were hacked to death by Ksmerd. He showed no mercy to his men, and since he was calculated by Sephia, Kosmed had sworn never to be soft on any wicked man, let alone soft-hearted.

If his riding skills had been better, he could have ended the fight more quickly, as he had many ineffective attacks because he couldn't get the crotch running and the slash of the knife in his hand to work well together. Once, he even stopped his horse in front of him by two desperate robbers because of an offensive mistake, but fortunately he reacted quickly and turned in time, so that the robbers did not take the opportunity to surround him and cut him or his horse down, but his waist was still inevitably cut by a long bloody mark from the tip of a single knife.

In addition to this not deep knife wound, there were also several wounds left on his body, but they were all red and swollen caused by the stone. And the wounds on his crotch horse that were smashed by stones were more numerous than his.

After hacking the last robber to death, he dismounted, gasped for breath, and then untied the linen bag that was tied to the saddle. A few days ago, he had filled this flax bag with a pile of food, as well as a large bottle of water, and after a few days of consumption, he had almost eaten all the food, and there was not much water left in the bottle. He hid the two remaining pieces of bread in the bag and took the water bottle out for the time being.

Next, he stuffed the various weapons used by the robbers—single knives, short axes, butcher knives, and even wooden clubs—into his flax bag, which was fortunately large enough to contain more than half of the space for the dozen or so weapons. So he stripped off the robbers' fur coats, nomadic armor, woollen hats, and stuffed them into the sack. Finally, he put the bag full of booty on his horse, and he rode back to Sagoth with it.

However, none of the weapons and armor dealers he found on the streets of Sagos dared to recycle the weapons and armor in his bag. Later, it took him half a day to inquire and find a black market in Sagoth. Without hesitation, a grocer on the black market accepted his bag of loot and paid him sixty-six dinars.

As he had taken sixty-six dinars and was about to leave with joy, the grocer, with his shrewd little eyes, his slender face, and a handful of goatees, shouted at him: "Hey, little brother, I think I've got what you need here, aren't you going to look at it and consider buying one or two?

"What do I need? How do you know what I need?" asked Kersmurd, looking back, confused.

"I've been in business for so many years, and I've seen too many young people like you. Licking the blood on the knife edge, some preparations must be made, just in case. The grocer smiled and gestured to a row of shelves next to him, "See for yourself, it seems to me that you need at least a decent shield." With a shield, you can charge at those guys without missing out on a chance to dodge a bolt or two. Of course, it is not a problem to help you block the stones that fall like raindrops. With that, he consciously or unconsciously focused on a red and swollen wound on Kersmord's right wrist that had been smashed by a stone.

Kersmund smiled abruptly, nodded, and walked slowly over to the racks full of goods. On one of the shelves, there are many shields stacked, these shields are large and small, round and square, red and green, different areas, different shapes, and various colors, but none of them are very shabby, obviously some second-hand goods.

He took a general look at the shields, then picked out a round shield with green and black interlacing, grabbed the handle on the back of it with his left hand, weighed it in front of him a few times, and said thoughtfully: "This shield feels okay, big enough, and not too heavy, but a little thin, and the material seems to be a little inferior, and it will be poor in terms of resistance and durability." How much do you sell this shield?"

"Oh, little brother, I can't imagine that you can tell the advantages and disadvantages of it! It seems that you still know a certain amount about shields, well, for your knowledge, I will sell you this shield for twenty dinars!" said the merchant, with a roll of his eyes.

As for the shield, Marit also had some explanations about Minded, so he has a certain ability to distinguish between shields and will not be fooled by this grocer. Hearing the grocer's offer of twenty dinars, he shook his head and said with a look of embarrassment: "You charge me twenty dinars for this shield? This is really a bit expensive for me! This shield is okay in all respects, but the resistance is too poor to help me block the fatal blow." Therefore, I don't think it's worth it to spend twenty dinars on this shield, so forget it!"

"Fifteen dinars, it can't be cheaper. The grocer said categorically, without the slightest hesitation.

"Alright, fifteen dinars, deal!" replied with a smile from Kersmode, who didn't really care how well this shield could resist, because he believed that he wouldn't have many chances of using it, after all, he always valued attack over defense when it came to fighting people. He wanted this shield mainly to increase his killing efficiency and block some of the enemy's non-threatening but annoying attacks, such as the stones thrown by the robbers.

After disposing of the bag of loot and obtaining a shield, Kersmund began to wander the streets of Sagoth with his horse.

When it was getting dark, he found a tavern and decided to stay there, and the tavern owner charged him two dinars a night, and he calculated that he would stay here for about a month, and that he would only have to pay about sixty dinars to solve his accommodation for that month. And his biggest expense will be in terms of food, in order to earn enough 1,000 dinars quickly, he decided to save money.

For the next month, he rode a horse during the day, looking for the bandits everywhere in the plains and woods south of Sagos, and took the initiative to fight the robbers with the strength of one man, one horse and one sword. Kill these outlaws, then sell their equipment and weapons in exchange for the dinar.

Farmers work in the fields, harvest wheat for food, and remain faithful to the soil. And Kormud, riding and slashing in the fields and woods, slashing the outlaws for obtaining the dinar, and constantly receiving the baptism of blood.

At first, he could find a group of robbers with a dozen or so people every day and kill them, but he only killed one group of robbers a day, and never killed more, because if he killed too many robbers in one day, the other robbers would immediately notice it, and the situation would go in his disadvantageous direction. In addition, the more robbers he kills in a day, the greater the risks he takes, so he will not be greedy for profit.

He would not get more than a hundred dinars a day, but no less than fifty. If he could earn this kind of income every day, then he would only need about twenty days to earn enough 1,000 dinars.

However, after about ten days, the number of robbers he could find was gradually decreasing, and perhaps the other robbers noticed the arrival of his nemesis, and did not dare to be so rampant in this area, after all, in the past ten days, he had killed a hundred robbers. Although he had always kept a low profile, was not greedy, and did not allow any of the robbers he dealt with to survive or even escape from his hands, the threat he posed to the robbers here seemed to be clearly perceived by the other robbers.

Later, he could not even find a group of bandits for two or three days, or he had to go far away to find the bandits. And those green forest bandits and pirates, he didn't have good equipment, so he didn't dare to mess with them at all. Their bows and arrows and throwing axes were not to be underestimated even by the regular army.

As for the information about the Green Forest Bandits and the Pirates, he learned from the small-eyed grocer. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to lose such a good and stable source of goods as Kosmoed, so he gave him the necessary warning, and didn't want him to die at the hands of pirates and green forest bandits for no reason. And Ksmerd heeded his warning, and did not provoke the pirates and the robbers in the green forest without good equipment, weapons, and horses, but concentrated on dealing with the robbers.

Because if he only dealt with robbers, he didn't need good equipment and weapons, as well as good horses. This way, he can save a lot of money.

A month had passed, and it was the end of July, in which time he had killed nearly three hundred robbers, and sold the equipment and weapons he had obtained from them to the grocers in the black market of Sagos. Counting it, he had actually earned more than a thousand dinars, but after deducting its food expenses, and other expenses such as lodging in the tavern, he had less than nine hundred dinars left, and now that there were less than five days left until August, he couldn't help but be anxious about it.