When the peasants returned to the tavern not far away, Alleyne exclaimed, "For this mission, we need to replenish the personnel. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Since that fierce battle with the Forest Brotherhood in the Kosovo Forest, the mercenaries of the Iron Blood Regiment have lost nearly half of them, and there are less than fifty mercenary members at the moment.

Alleyne then ordered, "Tea, Wiggins, you two go to the tavern and ask if anyone would like to join us." ”

"It's full of hillbillies, what can you do recruiting them?" Mocha couldn't help but grumble again. "Boss, we shouldn't have bothered about this trouble at all. ”

When Jamila heard the words hillbilly come out of her mouth, she said angrily, "What's wrong with the hillbilly? They will also go out of their way to protect their village." ”

"That's the case," said Mo Cha disapprovingly. "The village chief doesn't have to beg us to help him chase away the robbers who have taken over their village. ”

"Go quickly," Alleyn yelled, changing his usual attitude. "Damn, Tea, stop complaining to Lao Tzu!"

Tea closed her mouth in amusement and followed Wiggins towards a nearby tavern.

Wiggins pushed open the door to the tavern, and Tea followed him into the tavern's hall, where a few guests sat sparsely, drinking ale brought from Decherim City.

Mo Tea's gaze quickly glanced at the tavern. "There were a couple of guys in the corner who looked like they could fight, standing up, maybe trying to get out of here. ”

"They should," Mo Cha said. "Maybe you can do this with us. As long as the remuneration is reasonable. ”

"We're mercenaries," Wiggins shouted at the figures in the hall. "For the next mission, we need to recruit some new members of the team, is anyone willing to join us?"

"Stranger," asked a strong man, putting down the wooden cup in his hand, and asked in a rough voice. "Tell us what the task is and how much we can get paid!"

"Our team is on a mission to exterminate a group of bandits who have taken over the village of Tamnu. Wiggins blurted out a question.

As for how much to pay, Wiggins is also unclear. He hesitated for a moment and added, "The reward will not be confirmed until the bandits are exterminated!"

The already quiet hall suddenly became silent. Maybe the word bandit scared them, or maybe it was because of the payment.

"I told you, a bunch of hillbillies don't have that guts at all. Tea whispered in Wiggins' ear.

Just as Wiggins and Mocha were about to leave the tavern, a young man sitting in the corner stood up.

The young man shouted, "I want to join you, and I don't need anything in return, I just want them to pay for it." For the sake of my master, I accept this task. ”

Wiggins didn't know what the young man had had with the bandits or the feuds, but at least they had recruited a new member for the occasion, better than none at all.

"Young man," Mocha asked, glancing at the young man in front of him. "Tell me what's your name?"

"Merck!" replied the young man.

"Merck! Mo Cha patted the young man on the shoulder.

Wiggins and Mocha led the young man out of the quiet tavern.

When they returned to the camp, Jamila stepped forward and asked, somewhat disappointed, "Aren't they willing to join us?"

"Do you really think those hillbillies are going out of their way to join us?" Momocha replied unceremoniously. "Oh, beautiful princess, you are so naïve, this is not one of those fairy tales you have seen. ”

"What about him?" asked Jamila, unconvinced, pointing to the strange young man. "And why did he join us?"

"My name is Merck and my hometown is in the town of Selen, near Fort Amela. The young man spoke politely. "I can tell you a story of mine, if you wish. ”

"Does this have anything to do with you joining us?" asked Jamila. "If anything, I'd like to listen. ”

Merck nodded, and then began to tell his story: "My father was a veteran loyal to the kingdom of Swadia, and because of the constant war, he had to go around with Lord Henry Walker, and although I was disgusted that he stayed with me for too little time, but since he died in the battle of Tyrburg because he was shot in the head by an arrow and could not be treated, I often dream of him at night, I think this is the family friendship that cuts blood thicker than water. ”

Merck was silent for a moment, then continued his story: "He left me alone in the town of Tosdel and introduced me to a local craftsman with whom I had been learning since I was a child. He added confidently. "I'm very proficient with long-pole weapons. ”

"But because of a riot of about 300 bandits, my master died in his craftsman's shop. Thanks to the support of the knight of the city, a good knight saved me in the battle with the bandits, and he gave me his horse so that I could escape from the battle with the villagers, and the townsfolk escaped, but the good knight died at the hands of the bandits. ”

"Now I have nothing to rely on, and the only thing left is 70 dinars and a bucket of salted dried fish that I brought with me from my hasty escape. ”

In the end, Merck proudly said: "I will always remember what the knight said to me, he said that my father was a great man, let me live strongly......"

"From today onwards, you're not alone, you're part of our team," Wiggins assured him. "We will be your brothers, your dependents. ”

Although Wiggins could not guarantee that all mercenaries would treat their companions like him as brothers. But at least he would.

"Really?" Merck asked hesitantly.

"Of course!" said in a low voice without waiting for Wiggins to reply, as he approached the other party with a slippery smile. "My brother, I've been having some trouble lately, can you lend me some dinars?"

"How much do you want?" Merck asked, looking up. Money is not so important to him, what matters is that he finds a sense of belonging.

"How much can you lend me?" said Mocha, who suddenly showed a look that was both obscene and greedy.

Seeing this, Wiggins interrupted, "Tea, it's your turn to stand guard today." ”

After Mocha left a little unwillingly, Wiggins specially told the new young mercenary.

"Don't lend him a copper plate in mind," Wiggins emphasized. "But you can give him a few dried salted fish to satisfy his cravings. ”

The other party smiled shyly. This reminded Wiggins of the dead Stunger.

The lonely moon flew by in the thin clouds, smearing the dull watery light on the endless plains.

Wiggins looked up at the lonely moon in the sky, as if he were the lonely moon.