A sword slashed the enemy around him, Sean roared angrily, and many eyes were cast over, and the noisy weapon fight was instantly silent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The panther is dead, what's the point of fighting it any longer?

Mercenaries are not dead soldiers, and they don't talk about loyalty, to put it bluntly, everyone is united into a close-knit organization for money. The reason why the people of the Brilliant Fire and the Silver Fox can fight has nothing to do with loyalty and righteousness, but for money. If the Flame of Glory is dispersed and they merge into the Silver Fox Mercenary Regiment, those cadres may be better, and the others will have to start from the bottom. In mercenary groups, the bottom often means that there is not much money to take, and every time you do the dirtiest work, you take the least money.

Even if you don't get trusted, you may have to spend a lot of time and youth in the next few years winning the trust of the new leader. This is an industry that eats youth, and after the golden age of thirty or forty years old, it means being abandoned. I can only rely on miscellaneous work every day, or rely on the accumulated contacts and favors, mixed with a meager salary.

So in order to maintain the status quo, they need to pay a little force to defend their position and power.

But after the death of the panther, the situation is clearly different, which means that a person's era is drawn, and it is not worth fighting for a dead man who will never get up again and put silver coins in his own hands. Mercenaries are more rational than any profession, and their interests are like a basin of cold water, ready to extinguish their impulsive emotions anytime and anywhere.

The sporadic revolt was extinguished, and Sean sat in the place where the panther had been. The slave girl on the side was stitching up his wounds, and the threads made of fish intestines were pulled back and forth by the silver needles. It may be that Sean is too strong, and the silver needle in the slave girl's hand needs to be slightly strained every time it wants to pass through his skin. But Sean couldn't see a trace of pain on his face, and he looked indifferent, as if the wound was not on his body at all. His face was also slightly pale, and this time he had chosen a very suitable opportunity to take advantage of the fact that the main force of the Brilliant Flame had left Veneer.

The hall was crowded with mercenaries, both Silver Fox and Brilliant Fire. Just now, they were still fighting to the death with each other, but at this time, the people on both sides were huddled together peacefully, and they were still communicating in a low voice. Most of them know each other, after all, they all eat this line of food, and they have dealt with each other somewhat. There is not much strangeness between each other, and at this time, laughing, the previous things are over. As for you slashing me and me stabbing you, it's not a big deal.

The real big thing is to see how Sean arranges these brilliant fire people.

The deputy head searched the bedroom of Neku and the panther, leaned into Sean's ear and whispered out a number, Sean, who had no expression on his face, his expression softened a lot in an instant when he heard the number. There was not much murderous aura between Shu's eyebrows, and he stood up, and the slave girl next to him didn't know that he was going to stand up, and accidentally pulled the half-stitched wound tightly. Her dark face turned white with fright, and Sean glanced at her, not blaming.

"Why am I here today to kill the Black Panther?", Sean looked down at everyone, his deep voice gave people a very stocky and trustworthy illusion, "That's because he robbed my things, I said, things were robbed, and my men were killed and injured, it was my own problem, my men were too bad, and they deserved it." What we eat is this mouthful of rice, we have the ability to eat, and we drink cold water if we don't have the ability. His words resonated with everyone, the mercenary group seemed to outsiders to be very imposing, beautiful, and powerful, but in fact, only they knew that they were bitter and tired.

Powerful mercenaries are too busy, and many employers just don't want to give the work to others until they wait. And those who are weak may not have a single transaction for three or five months, and the cruel competition has eliminated a large number of newcomers who are looking forward to this industry. Those who stayed were at least able to be rewarded by the industry, and they also suffered all kinds of grievances and tortures.

"But he shouldn't, he shouldn't deny it, I'm willing to pay for it back, and I can spend twice as much. I admit it, can I obey you Black Panther?", Sean's tone gradually intensified, and while depreciating himself, he kept raising the Black Panther, which was a strategy for speaking. Although he has not studied, life is a profound knowledge, which can teach him more things, "He doesn't agree, he doesn't admit it, he wants to slap me in the face, break my face, and tear down my signboard!"

Sean flipped the fruit plate next to him and slammed it on the ground, shaking the entire hall with a bang, and he said sharply: "I take a step back, he forces a step, I retreat again, retreat again." But when I have no way out, you can't blame me for being ruthless. ”

After a few words, almost half of the mercenaries of the Brilliant Fire Mercenary Group were shaken, and took the initiative to bring Sean into the role, standing in his position to see this sudden fight.

Many people even think that Sean has really not done too much, such a well-known person is soft, and he has to force him, and the panther has indeed done a little too much.

As he spoke, the deputy head of the regiment and several of his subordinates brought over two one-foot-square boxes, and the breathing of some people in the hall immediately became heavy, they had seen the box and knew what was inside.

Sean lifted the lid and revealed the contents of the room, two full boxes of silver coins! The light in the whole room seemed to suddenly dim, and it was sucked in by the pile of silver coins. Sean grabbed a handful of silver coins and threw them at the crowd in the hall, and the mercenaries suddenly boiled. Sean had a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, and said loudly: "All the brothers present today, ten silver coins each, go to buy meat and wine, everyone conspires to get drunk!"

The cheers were mixed with a "Long live the big leader", which calmed the tension in Sean's heart. He sat down again, crossed his legs, and looked at the people who were excited by the ten silver coins.

Only when you are strong can you have everything and take it away.

He clenched his fists, his brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he laughed. As long as he can get through this difficulty, with the meager friendship between him and that big man, as well as other human faces, he is bound to win the captain of the garrison of Veneer City this time! As for those who dare to stand in his way, or the forces, they will be overturned!

The forces in the city have changed dramatically, and the first thing to notice is naturally the ruling class of the city, for Sean as a person, some people hate it, and some people like it.

Angelo, the lord of the city, belongs to the category that likes Sean. Sean is very easy to use, and the only drawback is that Sean is too ambitious and thinks about climbing up all the time. For the superiors, such a person with an obvious strong desire is the best one, as long as they give a little sweetness, they will firmly follow behind them. Angelo just threw up the position of garrison captain, and Sean was willing to plunder the caravan in Ortlenburg for him, much to Angelo's satisfaction.

Sean's desire for power spurs him to move closer to himself, but Angelo is also not satisfied, that is, Sean is getting stronger and stronger, and he has faintly formed a threat to his rule. The city of Venier had three thousand seven hundred infantry and five hundred knights, most of whom were stationed outside the city, and only the knights lived inside the city. If you count the guards, the number of people controlled by Angelo in Veneer is also around a thousand.

Look at Sean again, he already has seven or eight hundred people under his hands, in case this guy has a hot brain and does something impulsive, Angelo really can't do anything about him.

It is precisely for this reason that Angelo finally devised a plan for Sean to touch Ortlenburg. It's good that he succeeds, but it will also offend the Wren forces in Ortrenburg, and if Sean doesn't want to be an outcast, he must be honest and obedient, obey all Angelo's orders, and act like an honest watchdog. If it doesn't work out, it doesn't matter, just take this opportunity to knock Sean and make him understand that not everything can be as good as he thinks.

At this time, Angelo listened to the information under his hands, and felt more and more that Sean was beginning to lose control. He had the intention to hand over Sean, but he was afraid that he would be too active and would be bitten by Sean, so he was undecided for a while.

However, no matter what the final decision is, in short, Sean cannot be allowed to expand endlessly, and the turmoil on Balatan's side has begun to spread to Bell Province, and there are faint signs that something is not quite right on the streets. Speaking of which, these things still depend on Sean, which is what makes Angelo angry. He, a city lord and a nobleman, can't control a pariah, it's a disgrace to the nobles!

Unbeknownst to Sean in the city, Angelo wanted to abandon him like an outcast because he had annexed the Flame of Glory, and he dug out nearly two hundred gold coins from the Black Panther's inner vault. This money is enough for him to last for more than a year.

With enough money, Sean finally put his mind at ease, and his anxiety for several days was relieved. At the same time, Sean inadvertently popped up a thought in his heart that made his heart tremble.

These magnates are so ruthless that they need to be hospied when they need to be used by me, and kicked away when they are not needed. It's like the rich man with golden ears of wheat, what kind of ability does he have? It's nothing more than a lot of money, if you want to talk about people, people are not as good as him Sean, if you want to say ruthless, it's not enough for him Sean to be ruthless, why can this kind of person climb on his head and almost force himself to have no way out?

As soon as this thought was born, it grew like a weed, and it messed with his heart.