Chapter 023: Wanted Criminal

Upon entering the tavern, Manid and Wiggins saw where Tea, Merck, and Yoda were sitting. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, there is also the Bard Niza, as well as other mercenaries and drinkers.

It's just that the new mercenary is bragging about his inconsequential stories with the other mercenaries, and he doesn't notice that two more figures have been added to the crowded and noisy tavern hall.

Niza's story was very funny, and it made the mercenaries around him laugh from time to time.

To add insult to injury, one of the mercenaries couldn't help but laugh and spit the bread he had just chewed in his mouth onto the face of his fellow soldiers.

Even the mercenaries knew that the story told by the young poet was most likely false, and that he had made it up with flowery and exaggerated words.

But the mercenaries still love his story because they need someone who can bring them joy.

The two walked over, and Wiggins took three apples from the bamboo basket he was carrying and placed them on the table where his companions were sitting, motioning for the three of them to eat.

Wiggins walked over to the Bard's table next door. "Why are you still here?" he said, handing the basket full of apples to one of the mercenaries sitting next to the poet. "Let everyone taste the taste of 'forbidden/fruit'. ”

The bard grabs an apple from the basket and shoves it directly into his open mouth.

"It tastes pretty good. Niza took another bite, and he smiled. "I'm telling you a story, and even though you didn't hear the story just now, it's the best thing to do. ”

Wiggins' face changed slightly. "I'm not interested in your story!"

He had the opposite preferences and interests of the other mercenaries. He doesn't like bards, he doesn't like these liars who fool everyone with stories they make up.

"You must be quite a pity," said the bard, with a look of pity on his face. "I'm going to tell you the best story of the mercenary king Gast Craggs today!"

"Yo...... Gast?" said the tavernkeeper, smiling mysteriously. "Isn't that guy dead? he's said to be a very sinister and brutal fellow!"

Manid's gaze followed the direction from which the voice came, and the tavernkeeper looked much more energetic than he had been yesterday.

He had always been sorry for the trouble and loss caused to the other party last night, and he was still worried that the other party would keep them out.

When he saw the familiar figures in the tavern hall, he knew that his worries were unnecessary.

Manid was going to compensate for the other party's losses, but he felt in his pockets and realized that there were not many gold coins left, which was not enough to compensate for the losses of last night.

The bard didn't speak, just stared straight at the tavern owner at the bar, his eyes cold enough to freeze the other for a moment.

Niza could not tolerate verbal ridicule and slander against his hero, his admired grandfather.

"Don't you think it's rude, young man, to keep an eye on a man like this?" said the tavernkeeper scathingly. "Do you want to do it with me, or do you want to remain in the prison dungeon?"

"Gast is not a brutal fellow," Niza retorted in a chirped voice. "He is the mercenary king, the hero of the continent of Calradia. ”

"You know what? There are so many people in the world who have such a great spirit and are always doing useless work," said the tavernkeeper. "Do you think that just by spreading the deeds of a hero with your flowery words, he will be resurrected?"

The bard emphasized, "I just want people to remember him, to remember that the former mercenary king Gast was an awesome hero." ”

"The guy who was denied by the world has become a hero in your mouth?" the tavernkeeper sneered a little self-deprecatingly. "Even if people could accept it, they would be able to pat their butts and flash after they finished like you?"

"I'm right here, why should I pat my ass and leave?" Niza declared loudly. "Is it true that in the freedom-loving principality of Rhodok, bards don't even have the right to tell stories?"

"Even a free country has a greedy, sinful, and dark side," the tavernkeeper's expression was solemn and serious. "Do you think the Zen master has added such a large wanted bounty to you for no reason?"

The bard was astonished, and the name that came out of his mouth was as loud and terrible in his ears as the trumpet of the Last Judgment.

Niza lied, "What are you talking about, Mr. Grace, I don't understand at all, are you drunk?"

"Don't be acting, don't you see the look on the face of some people around you looking at you, that greedy, surprised expression. The tavernkeeper again stressed sharply. "Do you think that if you flee to Dehrim City, no one will know who you are?

The bard's brain had lost the ability to direct its own actions, and he stood there like a log, his face pale and only a cold sweat running down his spine. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the ill-intentioned figures around him in a daze.

"Niza?" said Yoda, abruptly surprised. "This kid is actually the most wanted criminal in Chanda City!"

"Yoda, what are you talking about," Mocha looked incredulous. "With his skinny body, he would be the most wanted criminal in Chanda City?"

"It shouldn't be wrong," Yoda reminded his companion. "Don't you see that something is wrong with the people here, from the moment this kid first stepped into this tavern, I noticed something strange about some people around me!"

Niza? That's a name that sounds so familiar. Tea thought to himself. Then he showed his greedy expression. "Then his bounty must be quite a lot, right?"

Jodah whispered to his companions: "Whoever brings him back alive to the city of Chanda will receive a reward of five hundred acres of farmland and ten thousand dinars from the richest lord in all of Calradia." ”

"Then what are we waiting for?" said Mo Cha subconsciously.

Yoda smiled helplessly at the horse thief, and Manid glared at him.

"Man, don't look at me like that," Mocha explained, pretending to look aggrieved. "I'm just worried that our new companion is going to have trouble, and I mean we should step in in time to help him out of those troubles. ”

The hall of this tavern was large enough to accommodate hundreds of guests, and at the moment everyone in the hall was silent.

After the identity of the bard was exposed in public by the owner of the tavern, the originally noisy and joyful tavern hall suddenly became silent and dangerous.

Around the hall of the tavern, groups of people approached the bard, and there were also lone swordsmen quietly approaching.

The mercenaries who were seated at the same table as the bard were also aware of the unusual behavior of the crowd around them. But without the words of the acting commander, they would not have drawn their weapons easily.

"Listen to me, Niza is my friend, and he killed to save me," Manid said, standing directly on the table at a height of two feet and four inches. "If any of you want his idea, ask me about this sword first. He drew the sword he wore at his waist at the gate of Rivache, which Wiggins had taken from the gate guards.

Suddenly, Niza felt the urge to burst into tears. The friendship of life is indestructible! he resounded the words of his grandfather. Is this the friendship of mercenaries?

Yodah and Merck and the other mercenaries around them drew their weapons and looked at the greedy bounty hunters, hired riders, wandering samurai, professional killers, or some other gang of mercenaries with bad intentions.

But the mercenaries' opponents at the moment are not some ruffians/rogues, but bounty hunters, hired riders, wandering samurai, professional killers, and other outlaws who only work for the dinars like them.

Instead of retreating, they showed their fellows.

The tense situation between the two sides was shattered at the touch of a button. In order to obtain a large bounty, these outlaws will risk their lives at all costs.

And in order to protect their companions, the mercenaries will also draw their swords and fight regardless of life and death.

Standing on the table, Manid looked at the tavern owner at the bar. He couldn't understand that the other party wanted to expose the identity of the bard in public?

Didn't he know that it would lead to a bloody fight, or was this the situation he had hoped for?

Just when the blades of the two sides were about to collide, a team of soldiers appeared, and a bloody fight was lifted. The leading knight is none other than the Knight of the Grande. "Private fighting is strictly forbidden in the city, and violators will be severely punished. ”

The outlaws reluctantly withdrew their weapons, and then quietly returned to their tables.

They would fight for the sake of the dinar, but they would not be stupid enough to anger the knight in front of them.

Everyone here feared the sword at the waist of the Grande Knight, not because there was anything special about it, but because the owner of the sword would not hesitate to cut off the head of the troublemaker in the name of the enforcer, and he was never merciful.

Knight Grande waved at the young mercenary on the table and beckoned, "Merck, come out for a moment, I have something to tell you." ”

Merck withdrew the weapon into its scabbard and leapt from the table to the ground.

The outlaws all around them secretly looked at the young mercenary and privately speculated about his relationship with the enforcers.

"Lord Knight," Merck asked outside the tavern. "What are you looking for me?"

Knight Grande reminded him, "Grande, you can call me Grande!" and he continued. "I have already checked what you asked me to investigate last night, and no soldier has found the body you mentioned. ”

When Merck heard this, she was taken aback, and asked with some concern, "Are you sure you have checked it all?"

The Grand Knight looked at Merck's complicated face and asked, "You seem to be worried about this, is it important for you to live and die this assassin?"

Merck did not answer the other party's question. He didn't know how to answer.

Telling the other that the assassin was actually a monster and would take on a human-wolf form, he was skeptical that the other party would laugh it off rather than take his word for it.

After all, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that there was a monster like a human wolf in this world?

If this sentence hadn't come out of the mouths of his regimental leaders, Alleyne and Manid, even he didn't believe that there would be a monster like a wolf on the Calradia continent.

The Grand Knight patted the other party's shoulder and said, "I will continue to investigate, I believe there will be clues!"

"Thank you, Knight Grande!"

"Don't offend the owner of this tavern, or you'll be in trouble!" was the last thing Knight Grande said to the young mercenary. (To be continued.) )