The ancient fortress was no longer on its size, and its life was as cold and unforgiving as the snow on the Vicia snowfields. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But now, the coldness and ruthlessness of yesteryear are history, and that was a long time ago.

Today it has developed into a bustling metropolis, it is very rich and full of energy.

The city walls, streets, and houses are well maintained, and shops of all kinds are lined up in an orderly manner.

The citizens who walked on the bluestone slabs seemed to be wealthy, and of course there were many outsiders who were attracted by the goods and jobs here.

The roads were lined with vendors selling all sorts of goods, as well as merchants and mercenaries who passed by, as well as scantily clad girls standing on the side of the street, everything was so familiar to the mercenaries.

This made the mercenaries of the Iron Blood Regiment feel reborn, less silence and more hustle, so that they could clearly feel that they were still alive at all times. This is the life of a mercenary.

"Is this Dehrim?" said Karadus, looking in amazement at the delicate buildings around him. He had heard bards say before that Dehrim was known by the Swadians as an "impregnable city."

"That's right, boy, more than half of the knights of the Calradia continent are gathered here. "'Mo Cha said roughly, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Alright, the rest of the matter will be handled by Manid and me, the security of Dehrim City is still quite good, at least in the city, you go to the tavern and have a good time, count it in. Alleyne commanded.

"When did our head become so generous?" Teacha muttered quietly as she looked at Ellene's departing back. "Dude, I think there's got to be something wrong here?"

"What's the problem?" Wiggins urged, impatiently. "As far as you have a lot of ideas, let's go!"

"Oh my God, look at that girl!*** it's so big!" As soon as she entered the city, she saw a girl who looked as hungry and thirsty as a lame wolf suddenly saw a wounded rabbit.

As described by Mo Tea, the girl's *** is really big, almost as big as a big head.

Wiggins looked at Mo Cha and sighed, this guy still looks like a master who doesn't want to die when he sees a woman.

It's a lot of pressure to be a mercenary. Wiggins knew that he would have to vent when he was stressed, and then, of course, he would boost the local economy.

"Don't worry, wait until we find a place to stay, and then you can vent hard. Yoda said as he touched his rotten face, a tired look on his face.

"Hahaha, wait, you rotten **** Uncle Tea will/your ***!hahaha!"

"Okay, I wish you a speedy recovery from STDs!" I don't know who said this behind me.

Then, Mo Cha drew his sword and looked for the person who poked him in the sore spot, but in the end he was forcibly dragged away by his companions, otherwise he would not be able to afford this face if he made such a fuss.

The peers walking on the street are all watching them!

Under the guidance of passers-by, the mercenaries found a more famous tavern. The tavern is a great place for everyone, where there is trade, money, mercenaries, and most importantly, intelligence.

The information that the mercenaries need is much simpler, just to know that the country's army is gaining the upper hand.

So, they just need to find a table, sit down and ask for some wine and meat, and listen to the conversation while they eat.

The tavern was lively inside, the hall was very spacious, and there were many weapons hanging on the walls around it, and it seemed that the drinkers here were either mercenaries, freelancers, or wandering samurai.

Of course, among the drinkers, there are also many vendors and travelers.

Most of the travelers come from all over the world, and you will find a lot of anecdotes by talking to them.

Sometimes, they will also have a lot of useful information, such as some of the latest hot events.

But in an event like this, travelers don't give away in vain, they obviously know what works, what doesn't, and they don't mind revealing more information that isn't useful or outdated.

But the news, fresh or useful, is not to be pried open unless you take the dinar to corrupt their fallen minds.

Of course, there is another way, which is to put a knife on their necks, but this kind of ** attracts patrolling soldiers.

Many wandering samurai and freelancers bought information from travelers and judged the situation.

Some people may need to change their life plan and future path, and some people may need to consider whether they are doing the right thing now......

The mercenaries entered the tavern, into this dirty, noisy, full of thieves and pickpockets, but the mercenaries liked it.

Wiggins picked a table that was free, probably because there was so much trash on it.

"It's dirty. Jamila said as she wiped her fingers on the greasy tabletop. "Let's change the table!"

Merck looked around. "There seems to be no other place. ”

"Oh my god, there's still chicken bones, damn it!" Mocha looked at a small piece of chicken bone on the table with a twisted face, as if someone had pulled a bubble of shit on the table.

Wiggins smiled and said, "Well, gentlemen and ladies, let's sit down first!"

Wiggins swept the garbage off the table to the ground with his sword and sat down first.

Then he felt his pants start to get wet, and he didn't want to know what it was, because he was afraid of affecting his appetite.

So, everyone shook their heads and sat down, and the originally wide table was surrounded by a few of them, and it instantly became small.

The rest of the mercenaries of the Iron Blood Regiment were looking for spare tables nearby.

In addition to travelers, the tavern sometimes has book merchants or bards waiting for the fat sheep to come to the door.

Book dealers were book sellers, and books were basically the same status as toilet paper in this era, while bards were the opposite.

Bards are poets and singers who are good at composing and chanting poems about heroic and extremely accomplished poems.

Bards are a specialty of Calradia. Among them there are geniuses, noble-borns and lowly ones. With their own wisdom, they made up many novel stories.

Sometimes, they were invited to the lord's castle, where the nobles, the ladies, the ladies, and their samurai, each sat in turn, in their own capacity, some with their cheeks in their hands, some gently loosening their weapons, and when they were leisurely engaged, they listened attentively to the poet's singing.

In the spring, in the lush gardens, in the winter, in the vast salons. Sometimes, they marched to the outskirts, and on the verdant pastures, the resting shepherdesherdes, and the nearby farmer women who had loosened their farming, all gathered around until the poet's story was finished.

When the story is finished, the bard picks up his violin and staggers to the village in the evening breeze, and the shepherdess and peasant women disperse in melancholy.

So, on a lucky day, the poet could accompany the young dancing girl and singer to provide an exquisite rest for several nights in a row.

But in times of misfortune, he often carried the violin alone, and was even rejected by the monastery that was kind to charity, and turned away from the mountain gate desolately. (To be continued.) )