Chapter 024: Discuss countermeasures

Merck returned to the tavern hall and whispered a few words in the ear of the new head of the regiment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Manid looked at him in amazement, his eyes a little more confused.

What people fear most is not visible difficulties, but a mess of darkness.

For Manid, the 'Dark Assassin' Fritt, the leader of the Dark Shadow Assassins, was the unknown darkness.

After the tavern hall was calm again, Yoda picked up an apple and asked, "How's it going?"

Needless to say, it must be about what happened to Manid and Wiggins when they went to the Duke's Mansion today.

Wiggins spread his hands. "Nothing happened, just a medal. He gestured to the golden medal Manid held in his hand, an unknown one.

"Glory is not enough bread to fill a man's belly. Yoda pouted, for things like glory were not as touching in his eyes as actual benefits.

Mo Cha's lewd face scrutinized the golden medal in Manid's hand. "It looks like it's made of pure gold," the horse thief commented. "It should be worth a few gold coins. ”

As soon as he heard the horse thief mention the gold coins, Wiggins remembered that this guy had picked up a lot of gold coins from the corpses of those Swadia soldiers in the woods some time ago.

"Lord Caesto has hired us to assist his city guards in the chaos to eradicate the bandits and bandits that inhabit the area. Manid gets straight to the point.

After taking a bite of the apple, Yoda then asked, "And what about commissions, how much does Master Caesto promise us?"

"The commission has not yet been decided. Manid was also a little helpless.

He didn't know if Duke Michod was pretending to be stupid, or if he was really stupid. Or maybe he's the real fool, the fool who is led by the nose by the other party.

At this meeting, the other party did not mention anything about commissions at all, except for mentioning their identities and chatting about some trivial matters.

The lord didn't even ask how many of them there were, how many archers, how many cavalry.

The new head of the regiment pouted, "Maybe he doesn't care about us at all, or maybe he doesn't think we can help him much." ”

"Oh! what the! that's what he didn't see of us!" yelled Yodah with some swearing.

The horse thief also figured out that if he wanted to get an employment contract from a nobleman, he had to show enough strength. "I have to show this lord how good we are!"

"All right!" Manid reluctantly agreed. "Do you have any good advice?"

Mo Mocha said solemnly: "You are the head of the regiment, what to do should be told by you, not by asking me what to do!"

Manid's face froze, and he said in a stiff tone: "I'm not—and I'm not going to be an arbitrarian, I want to hear everyone's opinions, and make a decision after we have agreed." ”

Mo Tea took a thoughtful sip of wine. "Since you have to let me say it," he said with a sudden sip of the wine in the glass, and put it down. "Then I suggest we make some big moves around the city, so we can get Lord Kestor's attention!"

Manid felt that this suggestion was feasible, and he looked at the others, and after seeing that there were no opinions, he continued to ask, "What exactly are you referring to?"

Mo Cha looked at the bounty hunters, hired riders, wandering samurai, and other outlaws scattered around the tavern hall.

"Aren't those guys trying to trouble us?" said this, and the coldness of his eyes flashed. "We'll let them see what happens to us!"

"That's where the big movement you mean?" Wiggins continued softly. "You're trying to clean up all the outlaws in this tavern?"

The tea face did not change color, and a deeper voice replied. "That's right, we just need to clean up all this scum. Presumably, the lord who is high above will clearly recognize our true strength!"

Merck, who was standing aside without saying a word, said abruptly: "No, absolutely not, we can't do this!" His tone had an irrefutable momentum, as if he was their leader.

"Why not?" asked Mocha, with some unpleasant wrinkles. "Who was the first to draw a sword in front of us against those outlaws?"

Merck explained to his companions, "When the knight was leaving, he told me not to offend the owner of this tavern. I've also observed that the owner and fellows of this tavern are not simple, have you ever noticed the calluses on the hands of these fellows?"

"Isn't it normal to have calluses?" said Mo Cha playfully. "Except for those aristocratic lords and rich gentlemen, how many people don't have calluses on their hands?

"The guys in the tavern are nothing more than serving dishes or pouring drinks for the guests," Merck noted. "Where's that thick cocoon in their hands, unless they're like us, they always have to hold a guy in their hands. ”

Mo Cha asked noncommittally, "You mean, these guys could be members of some mercenary group, or a killer organization?" he suddenly commented. "And this is a stronghold of their organization!"

Merck whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, the owner and men of this tavern should be members of the Swadia Shield." ”

Mo Cha asked suspiciously, "How do you know?"

Yoda and Wiggins were equally skeptical, and their new leader, Manid, looked in agreement.

"Actually, I didn't know at first," Merck explains. "It was the words that Knight Grande just told me that made me make this judgment. ”

"And what do you think, our deputy head of the regiment?" Manid looked at Wiggins, who was standing beside him, to see what he thought.

Although Manid used an honorific title for Wiggins' identity, the tone of his voice did not change. For this deputy head of the regiment, Wiggins is not as cold as everyone else.

"What else can I say, wait and see. Wiggins walked slowly out of the tavern, not intending to discuss what was going on.

In fact, according to his original plan, he wanted to discuss the next strategy with his companions. But it suddenly dawned on him that none of the so-called countermeasures were critical.

The real decision is always in the hands of the other party.

If the owner of this castle really needed to hire mercenaries to work for him, he would naturally send someone to the door.

Otherwise, even if they are doing something, it will be useless.

"It's still the same. Manid smiled wryly, it was a real headache for Wiggins to be a little indifferent.

But he also knew that no matter how much he discussed, nothing could come out of it. (To be continued.) )