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.

; At dusk on July 29, 1257, Ksmerd rode back to Sargos from the woods east of Sargos. Today, he ran all over the fields and woods around Sagos, and found no trace of the robbers, and not only that, but he had not found any trace of the robbers for three consecutive days, so his income for the past three days was zero.

Perhaps there would be many robbers farther away from Sargoth, but he did not dare to go farther away from Sargoth, for he was afraid that he would get lost. If he is not careful, he will be out for a few days, and he will lose more than he gains. Especially now that August is approaching, he can't afford to waste his time.

He roamed around the vicinity of Sagoth, looking for opportunities in the safest way possible, but time was running out for him.

It was another day of nothing, which really frustrated him, and if it weren't for the fact that his vision was really limited and his mobility was limited when it was dark, he would not even be willing to return to Sagos and end the day empty-handed.

Just as he was walking through the woods with his head downcast, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a group of figures gathering not far away. He immediately turned his head to look, and his heart sank a little when he was sure at first that the group was not robbers, but then he was attracted to the group of people he was completely stranger to.

The group wore nose guards and white cotton robes, and carried red and black shields on their backs. In addition, they rode pack horses with white and black manes, just like Kosmerd. And Kersmer was most curious about the weapons they wield—weapons like Pointed Staffs or Flanged Staffs, the kind of weapons that Kersmerd had seen before, but had scarcely ever seen anyone use. There were about sixteen or seventeen of these people, and they were obviously ready to go to a battle at this moment.

They also seemed to be aware of Kersmer's presence, and invariably looked at Kersmer.

Seeing that they did not look like gangsters, Ekmerd approached them on horseback and asked them, "Who are you, and what are you going to do?"

One of the group replied, "We're bounty hunters, and we're going to complete a bounty mission!"

Before this man could finish speaking, another person also spoke: "Hey, little brother, have you seen any outlaws nearby, of course, I mainly refer to the pirates, because our main task this time is to defeat thirty pirates, and the secondary task is twenty robbers. ”

"No, I haven't seen any lately!" replied Kersmurd.

"Damn, even if they're all hidden, we're going to find them! We're going now!" shouted a bounty hunter.

"Wait a minute, do you mean a bounty task where you can get money or some other reward for completing the task?"

"Yes, the mayor of Sagoth sent us such a bounty. If we can bring back the heads of thirty pirates and twenty robbers, he will pay us four thousand dinars at once. Of course, thirty pirates accounted for three thousand eight hundred dinars, and those twenty robbers were worth only two hundred dinars. A bounty hunter explained to Kersmond.

Kersmerd's heart moved, and he asked excitedly, "Oh, can you let me join you?" I haven't fought against pirates, but I've killed a lot of robbers, so I should be able to help you. You see, I also have horses and weapons, and I'm confident enough in my skills. I'm in dire need of money, so please let me join you and join you in the crusade against the pirates, and when the mission is complete, I'll only need one hundred and eighty dinars, is that okay?"

After some discussion, the group of bounty hunters agreed to let Kersmund join them and join them in the crusade against the pirates.

Kersmund followed the group of bounty hunters through the nearby woods, eventually encountering a troop of pirates before nightfall. There were only nine pirates in this group, so the team of bounty hunters, including Sensed, had a total of eighteen people, and without the slightest hesitation, they immediately rushed towards the pirates. Caught in the middle of the bounty hunters, Kersmund also charged at the enemy he had never dealt before, the pirates, with his sword in hand. At this moment, his whole body was boiling with blood, and his heart was beating violently.

"Kill these bounty hounds!"

"Use their skulls as bowls!"

The pirates shouted and threw axes and javelins at the bounty hunters from a distance. The sound of axes and javelins smashing against shields, or whistling past his ears, was enough to scare the cowardly man into falling to the ground in an instant.

Eyemund was holding his shield in front of him, and charged forward in the middle of the crowd, when suddenly, a javelin flew towards him, and before he could react, the javelin had already penetrated his shield with a "bang", less than half a foot from his face, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

The two bounty hunters who rushed to the front were hit by the pirates' flying axes and javelins one after another, and even the men and horses fell, while the other bounty hunters, taking advantage of the speed of their horses, had rushed to the front of the pirates, and a scuffle began.

Quick-eyed and well-timed, one of the pirates slashed at the pirate as he put away his javelin and prepared to change his melee weapon, but the pirate immediately raised his shield to block his blow.

After quickly rushing past the pirate's side, he immediately turned his horse's head and turned around to charge at the pirate again, but this time he did not rush to swing his sword. And the Haikou had already held a fighting axe in his hand at this time, and saw that Kersmed was attacking again with different weapons with his left and right hands, and carried out at the same time, but both the posture and speed were completely out of sync, as if two people were attacking with one hand. The three Svadia heavy cavalry were stunned and frightened.

One of the two Swadian heavy cavalry who was attacked by Ksmerd at the same time hurriedly used the shield in his hand to barely block Ksmold's sword, while the other Swadia heavy cavalry had already broken his shield due to Ksmerd's attack before, and now he could only hurriedly hold the warrior short sword in his hand with both hands and parry the iron sword that Coxmed struck at him.

There were only two sounds, "bang" and "dang", followed by a "click", and the shield of the Swadia heavy cavalry immediately appeared a long crack after being slashed by the best elite scimitar. And the Swadia heavy cavalry who used his short sword to block the attack of the iron sword of Ksmed only felt a strong force pass from the two swords that struck each other to his hands, causing his hands to tremble violently, so that he could almost not hold on, and let the short sword come out of his hand.

In the whims of using a two-horse gun against robbers, Kosmod gradually discovered that he had a special talent for doing things like drawing circles with his left hand and squares with his right hand with a little practice.

Drawing a circle with the left hand and drawing a square with the right hand at the same time, such a dual-purpose behavior often requires a long training process for ordinary people to be able to do, but some people can never do it. This has nothing to do with intelligence, and seems to be largely determined by innate ability. The sooner you do this, the more talented you are at it, and after only two or three days of hard practice, Kosmer can basically complete this challenge.

Since then, he has been cultivating this talent of his own and has decided to make it his advantage. His whimsical vision gave him an outstanding martial arts skill that he would later be proud of.

He considered this ability to be one of his skills, but now he doesn't use it easily, especially when it comes to weapons. Because he felt that he was not skilled enough in this technique, that he had not yet fully overcome some of the instability, and that some uncontrollable mistakes in the battle would be enough to make him scramble, and eventually cause him to be injured or even killed.