It turned out that Fatis followed Leon for a long time, only to find out that he was actually the most serious businessman, but he was a little wronged to say this, because he didn't know anything about buying and selling, and relied on Jamila's great help, all he did was to spend all his time running business, but he didn't necessarily have much interest, and Fatis at that time never understood his intentions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Their pack horses traveled all over the continent, carrying the cheapest or most expensive goods from all over the world, the raw silk of the Živa, the sea salt of the Wocheze, the wine of Aaron, the velvet of Djerkhara, the porcelain and date meat of Amerad, the spices of Tulga, the pig iron of Kulau, and the wheat of Dehrim. Reon never said much on the way, but told everyone to march in silence, and when he was tired, he asked Jamila to play a few witty songs, as if he did everything he could to make money more efficient, and they did not complain, for he was kind to the people, his wages were never delayed, and the food should be the best in the caravan, with apples and olives, and sometimes wine. But he didn't show much enthusiasm for the money he made every time, and just told Jamila to keep it safe. After saving enough money, he found a town to open a factory, and he opened the velvet factory in Živa Cheze, the pig iron factory in Tiha, and the oil refinery in Viruja.

The only thing that shows his character is his actions to help the mayor's caravan. He always offered to help the mayor's caravan, and when he encountered bandits, pirates, or robbers in the woods on the way, he wielded his gaped warrior sword (said to have been found in a weapon shop in Suno) with Fatis and a dozen caravan guards, riding their emaciated traveling horses, and the detachment broke up the bandits that came at him, and then swarmed the infantry behind him. In addition, his love of visiting taverns may also reflect a little, and every time someone is always brought into the team by him, he will become the most determined comrade in the future.

"I don't know if your mother will mention them. Fatis's gaze showed traces of remembrance, "Bestul, Bandak, Porcha..." Feljans listened attentively, but he didn't notice it. Mother also used to mention Uncle James. ”

"Ah, that old urchin," Fatis laughed, "I could take you to him another day, but we didn't know him then." ”

It took about two years for Rayon's factories to open all over the continent, earning nearly 10,000 dinars a week, when we arrived again in Suno on a quiet night, with pack horses carrying a large amount of goods. Reon asked Jamila to take inventory.

"Spices from two pack horses, date meat and porcelain from three pack horses, and a few scattered dyes. "Jamila is still as meticulous.

Rayon ordered them to be sold here.

Jamila thought that he was suddenly confused, and patiently explained to him that spices were to be sold in Zhiwacha, date meat and porcelain were to be sold in Zhivading, and dyes were to be sold in Viruga.

Leon's tone was as calm as ever, and the requirements were all sold here, and by the way, two more pack horses were sold, and there was no need for so many pack horses in the future. Jamila was surprised but honestly recruited, she had always been obedient and obedient.

When Jamila had finished selling his things, Reon went to the market with all our dinars and told us to stay at the hotel and wait for him.

The next morning, when he returned, they no longer recognized him, for the great helmet covered his face, the hard leather armor widened his chest, and the plate armor boots clanged as they walked. He had a huge black mace pinned to his waist, and the greatsword on his back glittered in the morning light. He carried a dozen shields on his back: knightly fan shield, zither shield, heavy broad shield, elite cavalry shield, let them pick their own. Immediately after that, several high-quality cavalry rifles were brought from the weapons shop, and the most bulky giant cavalry rifle he kept for himself. A battering crossbow was also given to Bandak. When we reached the gates, the horse dealer nodded his head, respectfully told them that the horses they wanted were all set, and then cautiously asked us if we were satisfied.

Rayon took one look, and asked Jamila to cure two of the lame hunters on the way, and the horse dealer wiped his sweat and said that the two horses should be given to us. Leon smiled, and asked Fatis and Bestur to mount their sturdy hunting horses, while he himself mounted the most conspicuous horse in the middle.

Jamila stamped her foot, still grinning at Reon, and asked how much money he had left.

Leon patted her head and threw her a purse, and Jamila weighed it, her face turning blue.

"Only 150 dinars left?"

"Well, I picked it up last night on a couple of robbers. ”

"In fact, when we had changed our horses and sold all our goods, Rayon told us to go with him, and the goal was Riva Cheze. "I had the feeling that everything we were doing was the same as it was two years ago, except that we had money. But what is the use of that? But it was much later that I realized that the passage of time may be very weak, and that in the end, people are still in circles. ”

When they arrived at the vast shores of the North Sea in the early morning, they saw the Vikian army in the distance, their flags fluttering in the sea breeze, and the patterns they had seen countless times in the city of Riwacheze. Reon told everyone to wait for him, and he went alone to meet the army, and no one knew what he was going to say to the notorious Mariga. When he returned, he asked Porcha to explore the entire coast, record all the traces of the pirates, and return to the sun in the evening to meet everyone. The others followed him into the til cart to get some rest, for there might be work to be done at night. At night, Rayon wakes them up one by one. The streets were deserted, gray, and dark, groping the streets with their senses. Leon spoke a few more words to the mayor at the gates, and he was already an old acquaintance. They then went out of the city and ran along the endless coast, where the seaside at night was cold and terrifying, with only the deep breath of the sea, lamenting the fate of no one knowing. Walking across the flat coast, the tortuous terrain gradually revealed, and Porcha asked everyone to dismount and quietly walked to the entrance of the canyon with their feet down.

Looking down from this entrance, several huge keelboats are perched on the shore. Since the Northern War, more and more Nords have flown across the sea from the bitter cold of the north, carrying such ships. Many people lost their way in the endless sea, came to the vast coastline around Riwache, and simply became robbers, known as pirates. They are numerous and pose a great danger to the civilians in the vicinity of the Riwache, and it is not uncommon to see the bodies of civilians left on the beach, often without their heads. They also had settlements, where they came back at night to replenish supplies, and during the day they went out to plunder, and where supplies were stored, and such places were often extremely secluded, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Marigapoye was a virtuous lord, always minding his own pleasures, occasionally patrolling the beach, catching a few bands of swaggering pirates and imprisoning them in the city, all he did was to let them grow.

Only then did Fatis realize that Reon had discussed with Mariga in the morning about attacking the pirates' lair. "Boss, this place is called the Haikou Wharf in the jargon. They should all be enjoying the wine they had plundered in the morning, so take them down quickly, there's a lot of good stuff in them!" Porcha spoke in a thick kugit accent, and there was a smug smug in his deep voice. Leon waved his hand and told everyone to come around. The entrance to this place is too narrow, and if we all go in, we may be blocked in this place once we retreat. Leon said calmly, without a hint of fluctuation in his tone, "In this way, Fatis, Ellene, Porcha, Bestur, Bandak. The five of you are all dressed in pirate equipment, so pretend to be a pirate and go in, and don't speak. Then wait for the right time, and I'll take two people into it, and when we get together, we'll be able to win. Everyone agreed with his plan, and Fatis and the others prepared to go. It is not difficult to imagine what will happen next," Fatis turned his gaze back to the poet, as if awakened from a dream, "and we have killed none of the unsuspecting pirates, but it would be a good fate for these Nords to be killed while they were enjoying themselves." ”

After a killing, the whole canyon was filled with blood, and Leon led his team to loot the loot and sit on the edge of the beach to rest. It was almost dawn, and the clouds in the distance showed a faint purple-red glow, silently reflecting the sea. For the first time, Fatis killed two pirates, both of whom he was not looking, to find the gaps in the chain armor with precision, and then stabbed the robbers in the throat with a sword, and for the first time he felt the value of his battle, which he believed was truly protecting the weak. Just as he was excitedly trying to express his excitement to Leon, he found that Leon had taken off his giant helmet without a trace of joy, and the sea breeze had frozen the blood on his face, so he looked a little cold. Fatis restrained his pace. "Can you imagine what it would be like when you desperately save a village from the control of bandits, only to find that two days later the place had been destroyed by the flames of war and the souls were scattered. What we do is like throwing a drop of water into a sea of fire, and then it evaporates in an instant, as if it never existed. Reon was right, he couldn't make himself too happy, because too much contrast would destroy the most important thing for a person to persevere: confidence. "In fact, what they're going to do next is what a true knight should do, at least that's what Fatis thinks. They destroyed the robbers' nests in various places and ran all over the continent to hunt down the robbers in various places, and it should be said that Leon was much more famous among those ringing horses, snow bandits, and pirates than ordinary small lords. They spend most of their time on the road, sleeping very little at night, and sometimes even traveling through the night. The snowy plains of Virginia, the winding and steep fjords of Nord, the endless plains of Swadia, the rolling mountains of Rhodok, the vast grasslands of Kugit, and the desolate and vast yellow desert of Salander have left their footprints everywhere. From time to time, Leon would find peasants in the tavern who asked for help, and asked his team to drive away the robbers who had attacked the village, but they did not have the rich dinar that the mayor had given him, and only the little ration he had left after the robbers had looted and plundered the army. When Leon saw them, his eyes softened considerably, and he hurried to their village day and night.