The sun had gradually become a little scorching from the faint light of the first rise, and a round of gold on the horizon slowly climbed up to the shadow of the city wall, dispelling the darkness there completely. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It leaped hard, and finally leapt into the clear sky, and became the master of the world.

Its radiance is sprinkled in every corner of the world, so that all people are exposed to it, it is the source of all living things, without its illumination the world would be pitch black, and nothing can be done.

But who notices that the sun is paling day by day, the reflection is rapidly approaching day by day, the days are getting shorter, and the nights are getting longer?

No one could have noticed this subtle change, or until the eternal night was approaching......

"Can you tell me what this thing does?" the two men walked slowly down the street, Manid holding a cross in his hand, looking at the golden metal structure on the medal, unable to understand the meaning of the Count's act of rewarding him with this cross.

He couldn't figure out why Master Caesto had given him the medal instead of his companion, since Wiggins was a true warrior.

Just as the knight of Engel had come to the hall again to stop their unnourished conversation, the knight walked up to the platform with heavy steps, and on his hand lay a cross on a white glove made of precious silk fabric.

This thing made of pure gold was the item that Master Caesto had given him, as if it were a medallion for a reward.

Mistress Kestow commented: "Any brave warrior who excels in archery deserves and deserves this medal for his bravery. ”

Manid held the medal between his index finger and thumb, lifted it slightly and straightened it, aiming it at the sun's location, allowing the sun's rays to shine on the cross.

The raised part of the cross was shimmering white with sunlight shining through, and Manid narrowed his right eye slightly, and in the sunlight that filled his pupils, he looked at what Master Caesto called the "Order of Jihad".

"Don't ask me. Wiggins couldn't answer this question, so he could only skew his shoulders helplessly. "You should ask Lord Caesto for himself. ”

Even Manid himself knew that such an interview would not lead to anything, so he could only put the question aside for a while, and for the time being, he would consider Lord Kestow to be a lord with a generous hand.

When they came to the bustling streets, after the soldiers had assembled, there were no soldiers on both sides of the street, and they were replaced by the goddess devotees who had returned home and the street vendors who set up stalls, as well as some shop owners and associates.

In front of each stall, a number of customers gathered more or less, bargaining with each other. In order to be able to sell well at the market, vendors usually have to prepare a day in advance.

Wiggins and Manid pushed through the crowd in front of them and made their way to the hotel.

The Bard Niza had already arrived at the hotel at the address Manid had given, perhaps already mingling with the mercenaries.

But they don't notice that someone is following them behind them. Perhaps because the streets were noisy and crowded, and the people who were following them were so far away that they could not be easily noticed.

Even if they sense that someone is following them, they can't do anything about it.

Because the person who followed them was not the ruffians/rogues who had followed them, nor thieves, or assassins, but a Swadia soldier in military uniform.

This soldier was a guard at the Duke's castle mansion, but it was not Duke Michod who gave the order, but Duke Michod's son privately assigned.

Manid continued to play with the medal. "Is this the embodiment of honor?"

If the meaning of the medal is taken literally, it is a medal of honor or symbol awarded to a person of merit. But what does it mean that this medal is awarded to him?

"Maybe it's just for you to kill a few more bandits in the war in a few days' time. Wiggins stopped in front of a fruit stand. Even fruit is much more expensive in the city than in other places.

Wiggins crouched down, took a good-looking smooth red apple, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, as if he was savoring the sweet aroma of the apple with his nose.

"How much?" he asked the stall owner sitting in front of him.

"My lord, it only takes five fairs. The stall owner saw that there was a stubborn mercenary squatting in front of his stall, but he was not afraid.

Because in a city that has hardly been in the face of war, civilians have little fear of murderous warriors.

Manid finally understood the reason for the scarcity of customers at the fruit stand. The price of an apple is no more than two copper coins in other regions, and even if there is a difference in currency, its price will not fluctuate much.

Five copper plates can buy two apples in other areas, and one copper plate is left.

But here, everything that is unreasonable becomes reasonable.

How can you eat sweet fruits and vegetables in a bustling and noisy place full of rich people without paying a certain price?

"It's fair that I want forty of these. Although the average person may shake his head and resolutely refuse to buy this price after hearing it, Wiggins was not moved, but nodded lightly and bought forty in one go.

The stall owner on the side looked at the non-bargaining customer, stunned, and then snickered with joy. Although this apple is not bad in appearance and tastes good, it is worth up to four copper coins.

If the mercenary-looking man haggled more, he might have lowered the price to four copper coins or less.

But such a customer who is willing to be slaughtered is really rare in the past few years when he has set up his stall.

Looking at the fruit stall owner's somewhat snickered expression, Manid knew that Wiggins had been slaughtered, and he was about to go forward to bargain, but saw his companion secretly shake his index finger at him, signaling not to do so.

Is he stupid?, Manid thought.

Although he didn't care about letting the other party take some advantage, he still didn't want to see his companion suffer from it in his heart, but why did the new deputy head of the regiment signal not to do this?

Wiggins, carrying a bamboo basket full of a full bag of fruit, turned away amid the stall owner's words of gratitude.

As for why the stall owner is grateful to him, it is naturally because the stall owner has received a small profit.

"Are you wondering why I didn't lower the price of apples just now?" the new deputy head of the regiment handed an apple to the acting head of the regiment.

Manid took a brightly colored, shiny apple handed to him by his companion. "These apples aren't worth five copper coins each, why are you doing that?"

Wiggins took a bite of the apple, savoring its luscious taste. Then he said, "Every human being has his own sin, and it is because of wisdom that guilt arises." ”

His companion's words made Manid sound a little confused. "Does this have anything to do with buying apples?" he said, looking confused. "I can't imagine that these apples have anything to do with sin?"

Wiggins looked at the saber at his waist with some obsession, as if he were looking at his sweetheart. "It has nothing to do with Apple, but it has something to do with the stall owner, and I'm just trying to alleviate some guilt. (To be continued.) )