Chapter 009: Negotiate a plan

Characters in this chapter: Alleyne, Wiggins, Manid, and Mo Tea. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

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The weather was overcast, and the sky was full of thick, low, grayish-yellow cloudy clouds.

The cloudy clouds of the sky rushed towards the ground like fluffy gray peaks, like an abyss formed by the blowing of waves and winds, and like the pale green foaming waves of the newborn that had not yet been filled with madness.

It was all as if it was a foil to this battlefield that had just ended.

The blood-red earth was filled with whistling and groaning, and there were broken, blood-drenched corpses lying around, and flocks of crows swirling in the cloudy clouds overhead.

In the evening, Alleyne and Wiggins gathered at the wooden table to discuss today's battle. Wiggins took the two positions in a big way.

"Ahem, today's battle is really unpleasant, my old Wei's strength has not been brought into full play at all!" Wiggins hammered the table angrily, the wooden table could not withstand his force, and made an unbearable squeaking sound.

Alleyne wiped his eyebrows and suddenly laughed, "You guys, do you want to hear my thoughts?"

Wiggins and Manid nodded obediently, and Mo Cha, as a new member, naturally nodded along with him.

Alleyne arranged the teacups on the table into a cone, then pointed to the tip of the cone. "This is Wiggins, your position, you are responsible for opening the way, intimidating the enemy, like a tiger descending the mountain unstoppable. ”

Then he pointed to the second row. "This is the flank of the cavalry, responsible for covering Wiggins and tearing apart the enemy's formation, so that Wiggins can not only approach the opponent's central pass like a god, but also maximize the role of cavalry. ”

After a moment's pause, Alleyne shifted his fingertips back to the fourth row. "This is the infantry, as a follow-up source of expenditure and the mainstay of combat power. ”

Wiggins, Manid, and Mocha listened solemnly to their boss's idea.

Manid silently covered his mouth with his hand in thought, and suddenly went mad and drew something on the table.

Wiggins subconsciously stroked his sword with his hand, over and over again, his eyebrows tightened to indicate that he was nervously calculating.

Mo Cha spread his hands, put on an expression of indifference, and fell asleep on the table.

Alleyne frowned, looked at the drooling tea, and casually stuffed a sweet potato into his mouth.

There was silence, and no one spoke.

After a few minutes, Alleyne finally couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, I say, Manid, how long have you been writing and drawing like this? And you, Wiggins, why do you have that look on your face? I'm tired of seeing it!

Manid's writing hand finally stopped. After a while, he said with a wry smile: "Boss, I have no opinion on you recruiting mercenaries, but this fee is indeed very expensive." ”

"Manid, give me an approximate number. Alleyne responded.

Manid thought for a moment and then said, "I've made a preliminary calculation, the sum of the most common equipment costs more than 1,000 dinars, is the boss sure you can afford it?"

When Ellen heard this, his heart seemed to be immersed in the sea, and his whole body was cold. "How many people?" he asked.

Manid looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes and said, "About 20 people." ”

Alleyne breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest. He was afraid that Manid would say six, or seven or eight.

Wiggins slammed the table. "Boss, since you're determined to recruit mercenaries, I have no problem. You said you wanted me to train, and I didn't have to say anything. ”

But then he sighed and said: "But I really can't help if I want to imitate the training method of the regular army of the Duchy of Rhodoc, after all, I work under Eden, not to mention that we don't have weapons and equipment, and we don't even have a training ground, how can we do it?"

Alleyne waved his hand impatiently: "I'll solve the training ground, what are the weapons and equipment...... " he said after a while. "Manid, I need you to come with me. It's time to put your business talents to work. ”

Manid's tired eyes shone with an eager light. He sat up straight, his expression extremely serious.

Alleyne smiled and said: "Wiggins, the bandits left a lot of equipment, after recruiting the mercenaries, they gave seven horses to the recruits, and the rest were all sold for equipment, as well as the scimitars and bows and arrows left by the bandits, and they were also sent to them." ”

He thought for a moment as if he felt that something was missing, and added: "Remember to give some of the money to the villagers, they paid a terrible price for this victory." As for Manid and I, I'm going to take your three pirate brothers with you to settle the problem of funding. Once you've recruited the mercenaries, buy some food and take them to the northeast of Fesdena, where there should be an abandoned training ground if I'm not mistaken. In addition, I will let Mo Cha go with you, in case you get lost. ”

Wiggins nodded heavily, and wordlessly pushed open the door and walked away.

Alleyne looked at Manid with a smirk, "Ready to go?"

Manid stood up, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "Ready boss, don't worry, we will definitely make a lot of money!"

The shrewd Manid was already fantasizing about how to get those golden dinars out of someone else's pocket and into his own pocket.

For mercenaries who have no faith, the best way is to fantasize about something and make it happen with their own efforts.

Aren's fantasy is simple - to protect everything around him, the villagers who huddle to hide from the fighting, the warriors who are bleeding after being wounded but still unyielding.

He fantasized about the day when he could protect all the weak and the right.

This is a fantasy that would be ridiculed for a mercenary and an ordinary person, and it is precisely because it is a fantasy that Ellen has deeply rooted it in his mind and maintained his spirit.

He told himself: I am a mercenary, my name is Ellene, and I fight for justice.

Who am I? Mercenaries often ask themselves this question, a simple and complex question.

Am I a person whose name represents? I am a deep spiritual consciousness? I am a living being, I am a mercenary, I am the son of someone?

A simple question can have an infinite number of answers, the world is a book with a blank page forever, and because of this, everything that has no end constitutes eternity.

Whenever he survived a battle covered in blood and received a commission from his employer, before each departure, when he took the first step, Alleyne would ask himself the same question, and the answer would be different each time.

Gradually, he likes to answer this question with the most normal answer.

I am a mercenary, my name is Ellenn, I fight for the dinar and draw my sword for justice.