The open-air liquor shop was filled with mercenaries of all stripes, crowding every table and exchanging all the things that could be communicated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThese people come here for a simple purpose, just to make money.

Never talk to a mercenary about ideals or such a profound topic as life. They are like rats chasing peanuts, and even if the peanuts fall into the rat cage, they will not hesitate to get into them.

The price of a head and a silver coin made them very satisfied, it was not as easy to catch a black barbarian as they imagined, but to kill a black barbarian, it was too simple. All it takes is a sword to pierce the hearts of the black barbarians, or slit their necks, and this lovely silver coin will fall into your pocket.

It is said that the Black Barbarians have raised as many as 300,000 troops, and they are already close to the edge of the Salme Mountains, and may appear on the plains of the province of Bell at any time and place. In the eyes of these people, it was not a black barbarian, not a human, not a beast, but a glittering golden 300,000 silver coins, a huge wealth worth more than 3,000 gold coins!

Not only are these people from other places moved, but the locals are also gearing up and ready to do a big job. Many Ortlenburg natives earn a salary of four or five silver coins a month, which is enough money for them to survive in the city. If you want to live a better and more nourishing life, you have to work harder, but now, you can earn a silver coin with just a stab or swing of a sword, and the leaders who have just formed an armed force are also ready to move.

Having just robbed the noble realms, they have a paranoid fanaticism for gold coins, and are even more enthusiastic about the benefits of killing.

There was a table in the corner, apparently different from the mercenaries who were enthusiastically discussing at the other tables, all of them bowing their heads, eating food and drinking cheap drinks. Dressed in brand-new leather armor and carrying weapons with no signs of wear, they seemed to be eating their food casually, but they were actually listening to the discussions of the people around them.

It's not uncommon for people at a table like this to happen. In the eyes of those old mercenaries, these people may be just becoming mercenaries, or just hairy boys who came for the bounty. Their seemingly low-key approach made them more visible, but the old mercenaries did not remind them that there was no such obligation.

"Damn ......", one of them slammed the glass against the table, and with a muffled bang, the amber liquor in the glass flew up and splattered. A stout man with a slightly dark face on the side pressed him on the shoulder, revealing a warning look. The man's muscles stiffened, then relaxed. There was dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he still closed his mouth and stopped shouting loudly.

The stout man, who seemed to be the leader of the small collective, had a gloomy face, shoved a lamb chop into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously. His teeth and bite were so terrifying that he chewed his bones and flesh into slag and swallowed them in one gulp. He took a sip from his wine glass, raised his eyebrows, wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and lowered his voice, "Don't forget our mission, as long as we succeed, the city of Ortlenburg will be broken without a fight, and we can usher in a new future." ”

"Don't be careless until then!", his eyes swept fiercely over every companion around him, silently warning everyone, "I'm also angry, I want revenge just like you, I restrain myself, you should be like me." ”

"But we've been here for five days, and we haven't seen it until now...... That person. There was a hint of uneasy questioning in his tone, "What if he doesn't show up here?"

The stout man frowned, glared at the man, and blamed him for saying something disheartening at this time, "Shut up, he will definitely appear, we will continue to wait." Even if it's ten days, a month, he will always come out. ”

The people at this table fell into silence again, but at this moment, the conversation at the next table attracted their attention.

"Didn't you say that there was only one silver coin for a person's head? What is that money for? Why are so many people gathered? Now you can earn a dozen silver coins for a random mission, and it's not that dangerous. ”

"That's not what I said!", a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked drinker looked around vigilantly and lowered his voice, "I heard from the grapevine that all the spoils obtained in this crackdown will not be officially cut by Ortrenburg and Orlando Empire. And the most important thing is ......", he smiled proudly, "all killings are counted as military merits!"

Although the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked drinker was not loud, it calmed down the entire wine shop for a moment and fell into a dead silence.

There is only one voice echoing in everyone's minds, military merit!

Military merit is one of the criteria for knighthood, and it is also the easiest way to promote to nobility. Compared with graduating from the Imperial College and becoming a privileged person and slowly climbing to the aristocratic class, it is obvious that the benefits brought by military exploits can become a nobleman in one step, and it is also more suitable for these uneducated warriors who only know how to fight. As long as you accumulate enough military merits, you can become one of the nobles of the empire overnight. The strict class system is awe-inspiring and enviable. All aspire to be nobles and become one of the masters of the country.

Prior to this, whether it was the Balatan rebellion or the rebellion in the province of Bell, all killings were not counted as military merits. In the process of centralization of the empire, the screening of military merits became more and more strict, in order to prevent the birth of a large number of nobles, thus affecting the centralized policy of the Orlando family.

But this time, what everyone didn't expect was that killing the black barbarians was actually considered a military feat?

Before the news spread, the entire open-air wine shop was in a mess, and the mercenaries and drinkers who were sitting on the edge of the wine table and shouting at each other got up in an instant and left quickly, sending this explosive news back to their own organizations.

Some of the larger mercenary organizations had apparently known about this for a long time, otherwise they would not have been able to attract so many people. The news was like a vat of oil poured over a flame, making the whole of Ortrenburg hotter than it was in the heat of the day.

Before, these mercenaries might have fought for that money, but after the news spreads, they will all have to fight for the most likely knighthood, and they will not rest until they die!

The scorching heat of the weather made Ortlenburg feel like a giant furnace, and the increasing number of outsiders also made the locals feel irritable, and Wren chose a slightly cool afternoon to leave the city lord's palace and go out into the streets. His presence was enough to calm the growing irritability of the locals, and it was also enough to deter the reckless behavior of those outsiders.

The pedestrians on the road kept greeting Wren, and the outsiders watched all this with curiosity, and what happened here seemed to them to be as curious as a legend. It was the first time they had seen such an "easy-going" aristocrat, who didn't care about the identity of the commoners, and even showed a cordial smile to the commoners.

This is a nobleman with a bag in the brain, but he is also a nobleman who is liked. Some mercenaries also waved their arms to Wren curiously and greeted him, and Wren also nodded slightly, making these mercenaries feel new and happy. A small charity from the superior is a great gift to the lowly.

In the crowd, several strong men stared at Wren, one of them nodded slightly, and a slightly slender man beside him climbed onto the roof like a nimble ape. He suddenly took off the compound bow on his back, and the moment he pulled the bowstring full, he let go, and the glittering metallic arrow buzzed straight at Wren.

This sudden change made everyone's thinking almost stop, how dare someone assassinate the city lord here in broad daylight and in full view of everyone?

At this moment, Blair's fiery battle spirit erupted, and he drew his long sword to pick up the arrow, and after he burst out with a shout of "Protect the City Lord", he jumped up and pounced on the archer.

At the moment when he took off, more than a dozen men with long swords suddenly rushed out of the crowd, showing their weapons one after another and rushing towards Wren. Obviously, they're all in this together. The eyes of these people were full of hatred and murderous intent, they didn't care about the seven or eight guards around Wren, and they didn't care about the weapons that were enough to kill them, they had only one target, and that was Wren. Even if they die, as long as they can kill Wren, then they will accept death peacefully.

There was no grappling, it was a completely life-threatening style of play, without the slightest block, and those guards couldn't use it because of it. They find that if they attack, they will inevitably be able to stab each other, but they will also be stabbed by the other party. At the moment when the two sides came into contact, the guards around Wren lost their active position.

But on the other hand, Wren did not panic in the slightest, the expression on his face did not even change, and he maintained a kind smile. He looked at the Assassin who was coming from front of him, who had already been struck by a sword, and he grabbed the sword with his left hand and rushed towards Wren with his footsteps. There was fire burning in his eyes, and a smile gradually rose on his lips, as if in the next moment he could kill Wren and become a hero.

But alas, there is no next moment.

The awakened Ortlenburgers frantically pounced on the Assassins, they had no weapons, their nails and teeth were their weapons. They pounced on the Assassins, dragging them far away from Wren, and keeping them away from their beloved Lord for the moment. Others protected Wren behind them, using their bodies to face the Assassin's sword.

Assassination of Wren in Ortrenburg?

It's just an act of looking for death!(To be continued.) )