"Congratulations, lad, these winnings are yours!" said the magistrate, picking up a large bag of heavy dinars and placing them in my hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm the champion!!!" I yelled, holding the trophy and the prize money of two and a half thousand.

"Good job. Bob bandaged his right hand and walked over.

"What? lost?" I asked.

"Yes, these Nords are so powerful, they slashed my shield with three or two blows with a small axe, and I got a blow on my hand, no, a broken one. Bob pointed to his left hand, "I knocked that kid out with my sword, and a kick came from behind and knocked me out, crap!"

"I'll give you a thousand dinars. "No, it's because I'm not skilled. ”

"Haha, a thousand dinars!" Thomson finished the race, pulling Buck out of the field with his money bag and humming a tune.

"Win?" I asked him.

"Of course, my skills, don't doubt it!" Thomson shook the money in his hand triumphantly.

"Go. Buck shoved Thomson, and it looked like he was losing.

"Buck, how did you lose? I asked Buck.

"Alas, today's kid (Boss Liunian!) has been waiting for a long time. It was amazing, a hundred yards, a hundred yards away he actually hit the bullseye five times! It was disgusting, I almost got the prize. Buck said, stretching his hands.

"That's just your bad luck. "Tavern

"Boss, bring me three bottles of ale!" called George.

"You didn't earn this money, and you spent it so comfortably..."Erin whispered.

"Forget it, we made so much money, and we should be happy. I said. At this time, I noticed a young Vekia man eating beef, with the muscles and scars on his chest, the calluses on the index finger of his left hand, and his eagle-like sharp eyes indicating that he was a battle-hardened archer, and next to him was a Vekia longbow, which was wrapped in snow leopard skin and made of stiff cow tendons.

"Hey, this kid is the one who beat me at the athletic convention!" Buck noticed that I had been looking at him, and everyone except this man was the one who won the championship at the athletic tournament. It seems that this person is not small.

"Here comes the ale!" cried George, and everyone around him stared at him in disgust. But he didn't know it, and immediately poured a full glass of ale and drank it on his neck. I poured a glass of wine, but instead of drinking it, I walked up to the young man with the wine, pushed it in front of him and said, "Hello, it seems that you are an archer!"

"So what?" he said in a bad tone. I saw that the arrows of his arrows were not poisoned, nor barbed, but were sharp straight arrows. This is not the style of the Vekia archers.

"Your arrows," I asked.

"No barbs, no poison, right?" the man took another bite of beef, then took the wine I had brought and drank it down, dripping from the wine on his chest. What a bold person.

"Why don't you put barbs?" I asked again.

"Because I don't need these things for my archery! Whoever hits my arrow goes to heaven! Only once in the defense of Zhivadine did I shoot a man in the shoulder socket, and he did not die, and it is my habit to shoot only one arrow at one man! So he was the only one who escaped under my hands, and he was lucky. He took another bite of the beef and chewed it carefully.

I suddenly remembered that when I was in Zhivadin, I was shot through the shoulder socket by an arrow, and there was no barb and no poison.

"So you were the one who shot me!!!" I couldn't help but shout.

"What?!" the man immediately turned his head, his eagle-like eyes staring at me.

"So you are the one I shot, the world is so big, there are no surprises...", he was stunned for a moment, and then continued to eat meat.

"Why are you in Kulau?" I asked.

"This... I escaped after the breach of Zhivadin, and I was afraid of being perceived as a deserter, so I changed my name to Blanche of Curau after escaping into Kurau. My original name was Herb Fred. He seemed to be very remorseful for Zhivadin's escape after the break, and bowed his head, "I am the eldest son of the Fred family, I have two younger sisters, our family is a hunter, every day my father goes hunting in the woods, and he also tells me how to use a bow and arrows. The furs we earned were sold to merchants to make leather clothes to protect us from the cold, and the rest of the meat was used for food. ”

"I would have thought that this life would continue, but in a Swadian invasion, our house was burned, and I was tied to a pillar by them to see my beloved father killed, and my two lovely sisters were killed by the evil Svadia..."

"I'm sorry, but the Svadians aren't all that wicked," I explained immediately.

"I knew, but anger overwhelmed me at the time... I escaped from them and joined the fight against the Svadians, becoming an archer. For two years, I used this bow that my father had handed me down..."Herb picked up the bow with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, "I have slain hundreds of Swadians, and no one I have struck has been spared, except for you, so I am known as the 'Hunter of the Battlefield'." During the siege of Zhivadin, I suddenly understood in battle after battle that constant revenge would only create more people with hatred, and what these people would do in the future might be even more terrible. I decided to stop revenge, to stop killing, and after the city was broken, I escaped and lived incognito. ”

"Erin, I turned around and found Bob and the others standing behind me and Herb at some point, smiling at Herb.

"Hehe... We're about the same as you, would you be interested in joining us?" asked Bob holding out his hand.

"Really, if that's the case for you... I join you. Herb also extended his right hand and shook it with Bob.

The hands of the five of us clenched tightly and did not let go for a long time.

The next day

I was still asleep in bed when I was suddenly awakened by a noise that scared me to sit up.

"What's wrong?" said Irene, who was lying in my arms.

"It's okay, I'll go down and take a look. I got up weakly (you can imagine what the protagonist did last night), got dressed, and went downstairs.

"What's going on?" I asked the proprietress .

"It's fine. These three people had to book a room here. But you also know that you booked all the rooms last night, and they are arguing so much that they insist that I vacate your rooms. The proprietress said embarrassedly.

"Well, take me to see it. Well, take me to see it. ”

I went down the first floor and found three people arguing with the boss, and I looked at one of them very familiarly, so I asked, "Are you?"

"Don't make a noise!" the man turned his head, his face suddenly changed, "Hey, it's you, my friend!"

"Eh, don't, who are you?" I asked, pushing the wrinkled old man away.

"It's me, the Zhivadine merchant you saved in that battle, don't you remember?" he said, still full of enthusiasm.

"Merchant," I suddenly remembered, "Oh! it's you!!"

"Manid, Michelle (the lone wolf has been waiting for a long time)! What's your name?" asked the old businessman.

"You're welcome, my name is Hahn Calade, fortunately. I stretched out my hand, but he hugged me: "Thank you, Hahn, otherwise I would have died, thank you..."

No need. I pushed the old merchant away, "What's your name?"

"I'm Michelle's father, named Jean. Do you need help?" asked the old businessman.

"Well... I have a lot of money on hand, and although it's a lot, it will run out one day, so..."

"You've got the right person! My son is a businessman. Come, Michelle, to help our benefactor. Jean pulled Michelle over. I looked at it, white skin, a tall nose, small eyes, and a standard Wikibian youth. But he has a sophistication that I can't tell.

"Father, you are so generous. Michelle sneered, "How long am I going to work with you, and how much does it cost?"

"Hey, impolite fellow, don't think I'm too old to fight, I'll call Uncle Manid to beat you later. "Let me listen to my son's words become very angry, and I stretched out my hand to hit it.

"No, young man, would you like to keep doing it with me? I blocked Jean's slap and said with a grin.

"Yes, then I want women, money, a mansion, a carriage—" was blindfolded as Michelle said what she wanted.

A few days later, we had our goods ready and started packing the trucks. I rewarded Michel with 200 dinars, and the lad ran excitedly to the tavern, and dragged himself back for two days (you can imagine what Michel had done in those two days), and the goods were packed.

"I always feel like there's something missing...", he said in the face of the bulging cargo.

"It's okay, the goods have been counted, a lot. Bob patted the pensive Buck.

"No, no... Not cargo... I mean—" Buck continued to meditate. When we were about to fall asleep, Buck startled us with a loud yell.

"Guards!!, how can a caravan be without guards!" Buck shouted with a fist.

"No wonder. You're doing things all day long, and it's not normal to do it without guards." Let's go to the neighborhood to see if there are any guards to recruit, if there are no guards, walking on the continent of Calradia is like walking on the street with gold in our arms. "Buckle got up and went back to the tavern, where some mercenaries usually stayed waiting for their employer to arrive.

After a 10-minute walk through the city, we arrived at the tavern, where there was shouting and laughter.

Buck pushed open the wooden door of the tavern, and a sultry stench filled his face with the smell of alcohol. A few tables in the tavern are Vickyan farmers drinking and laughing. In a gloomy corner, there was a man in chain mail squatting on the ground, drinking sullen wine.

"That person must be a mercenary. Buck bought a bottle of wine and walked over to the man. "What's the matter?" the scumbag-faced man looked up at us drunkenly.

"Hello, we have formed a caravan, and it will definitely be profitable, but we lack a few guards now, can we join us? I said, taking the bottle from Buck's hand and filling it for him.

"Really... Well, you've got the right person, my seven brothers are short of money right now, and I'm here to see if they have an employer. I've been sitting for a few days now. When the bearded uncle heard that there was business, he cheered up a little and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, "Ah~~, 50 dinars for one person, 8 dinars per week, this is the lowest price in Calradia." You won't find a mercenary as elite as ours at such a price anywhere else. ”

"Yes, I hope you're not out to fool around. Well, here's the money. Buck counted the money in his pocket and threw the 400 dinars to the uncle, "What's your name?"

"Locke Lee. The uncle, named Lee, counted the money, stuffed it back into his pocket with satisfaction, and went to his brothers.

Our caravan of 15 departed shortly after, surprisingly uneventful along the way. After two weeks, we arrived at Fort Sagicher.

Sagitcher Fort sits on the mountain range on the border between Kugit and Vekia. This tall stone castle plugs the gaps in the mountains, and the terrain makes it difficult to defend. It is one of the important side plugs in Kugit.

"We're going to get through the level. Put all your weapons away, or the Kugit won't let us pass. Buck said, tucking our weapons under the iron package.

We continued on our way, and there were several teams of horses like us blocking under Fort Sagicher. It seems that businessmen who are on the move will always strike at the most suitable time. As I approached, I noticed that the leaders of the caravans all looked anxious and impatient.

"What's going on?" asked Michelle, looking at something wrong.

"I don't know which lord said that there have been too many caravans trading lately, and he even asked all the caravans to pay 500 dinars, otherwise it will be March this year!" said a young caravan leader angrily, "You must know that it is only January! By March, the stupid merchants who set out from Traggburg have already arrived in Turga, and the battle is over, and there will be nowhere to sell this batch of iron! I have spent most of my money to buy good iron! I don't have a single dinar with me now, so I count on this batch of iron... Unexpectedly. ”

Fortunately... I sighed to myself, I had thought it was too risky, leaving behind a reserve of 1,000 dinars, and now it came in handy.