Wiggins, Mocha, Merck and Niza have been on the road with the masked man for four days and three nights since they left Dehrim City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Tired Mo Cha said that he would not leave, but had to rest in the tavern in front of him. Niza also pretended to be unwell, wanting to stay for a while.

Although the tavern is not as lively during the day as it is at night, unemployed mercenaries still roam the tavern. Niza passed a few drunken bounty hunters to the counter and handed over a few silver coins.

He casually asked for some food to fill his stomach, and the tavern keeper informed the kitchen that it was busy, and the tavern kitchen suddenly filled the tavern with a pungent aroma.

On the square table on one side, the bard took out a diary, flipped through the notes of the previous days, and added a few words to a new page.

"Niza, what do you have written on that?" Mocha leaned in curiously.

Niza closed the parchment diary again. "I just kept track of our daily trips and our daily expenses. ”

"Hey, poet," said Mocha, who changed his name again. "When did you become a virtuous man with Manid?"

"I'm budgeting and saving us money," Niza stressed. "Otherwise, before we can find the treasure, the dinar in our pocket will be spent. ”

"Do you really think we'll find the treasure by following that masked man?" said Mocha's tone was full of doubt. "A fool would believe that there is a treasure in this world. ”

[Damn masked guest, why does she always have to cover her face, so ugly that she doesn't dare to see people?Isn't she afraid to cover her face with a rash?] Mo Cha glanced at the masked guest not far away.

"It doesn't matter if there are treasures in this world or not," Niza said firmly. "Since we agreed to help her find the treasure, we can't give up halfway!"

"That's right, we have to keep our credibility," Mocha said noncommittally. "Otherwise, there's a good chance she'll continue to prey on us!

[That damn young master, he should have let Wiggins and Merck slaughter him in the forest.] That way, no one will trouble us!] The thought of such tea makes me angry.

"She's only one person, and there are four of us!" Niza quipped with a laugh. "But it's not ruled out that she can get rid of one of us and then carry this head to claim the reward!"

"And the person you're talking about is probably me!" Mo Mocha didn't mind the other party's joke at all. After all, in addition to telling stories, poets are best at amusing people with their mouths.

Merck and Wiggins, after setting up their horses, also walked over to where they were sitting. The masked man kept a distance from them.

"What are you laughing at?" Wiggins asked, sitting down beside Mo Cha and seeing what was missing from the table. "Why didn't you let the boss serve the wine?"

"Hey man, we're running out of money. Niza replied simply.

"So there's no more wine to drink?" Wiggins said in a somewhat disgruntled tone.

"It seems so. ”

"What do you mean?"

"That's it!" replied Niza forcefully.

"Then forget it, it's enough to have a full mouth!" Wiggins wanted to have a seizure, but he couldn't get angry at his companion for no reason just because he didn't have any alcohol to drink.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a panicked mercenary rushed into the tavern out of breath.

His tired body staggered and attracted the attention of the full house, but despite the laughter of the crowd, he still hobbled to the counter and found the tavernkeeper.

"Mr. Deacon, something is wrong! a strange group of pilgrims has sacked the village of McCann, and your family has been taken captive!"

The news was like a bolt from the blue for Deacon, which angered the hidden hotel owner for a while, and after calming down a little, Deacon grabbed the mercenary by the collar and dragged him to his eyes.

"Quick, tell me the details, where those guys are going!"

At the same time, his free left hand rummaged under the counter for something, until he pulled out a steel longsword with a few rusts, and then fell back into the hustle and bustle......

"They didn't leave much trace after they left, and our people didn't have any trace of them for the time being!" the mercenary replied to his question with the same anxiousness.

After perceiving the mystery of the matter, Merck stepped forward to inquire about the news. "Is there anything we can do for you, it's also within our scope of work, after all, we have one of the best scouts!"

"It seems that I was right to use your table legs back then, and I didn't lose it!" said the tavernkeeper to himself.

The three equally rusty axes were taken out together, and Deacon, as if he hadn't heard what the other had said, picked up his sword and walked towards the gate with the axe in hand.

"You've all heard it, our village has been ransacked by a group of pilgrims," Deacon said after a pause. "I'm going to rush to save my family now, if you're willing to help, come with me!"

"Hey, boss," Mocha chimed up. "We're mercenaries, do you expect us to risk our lives to help you save people, and you don't give us something back?"

The tavern owner looked at the five mercenaries in front of him for a moment, and in terms of equipment, these people were indeed much stronger than ordinary mercenaries. "I can give 50 dinars as payment. ”

If you count the tea, 50 dinars will be distributed to each person, which is 10 dinars per person. I thought that this boss was quite generous. "We accept your employment!"

The upright Merck just wanted to help, and didn't even think about asking for a commission from the other party. But since the tea has opened his mouth, it is not easy for him to refute it in front of everyone.

The mercenaries were originally fighting to survive and draw their swords for the dinar. If you help others without expecting anything in return, I am afraid that before the enemy kills them, you will be starved to death by justice.

After negotiating the commission, the mercenary team of the Iron Blood Group strode out of the tavern with the tavernkeeper.

Although the masked guest, who was anxious to hunt for treasure, was unwilling, but she was only one person, and there were four of them, so she had to choose to compromise in the end.

Near that village, Mo Mocha pointed to the horseshoe prints scattered on the ground and said, "There is a small group of cavalry passing by here, as if it was going in that direction......

At this moment, Deacon whistled, a far cry from the tone of the ordinary people, and the people did not understand the purpose of the tavernkeeper.

Moments later, however, a large bird, a falcon to be exact, flew out of the nearby jungle, and it slowly landed on Deacon's shoulder, as if he had known him for a long time.

The crowd was amazed at what they saw, eagles are not uncommon in Calradia, but they are very taboo against humans.

The tavernkeeper was able to get along so well with the eagle, which made everyone even more interested in his past.

"This is my companion from my wanderings, Hawkeye," Deacon explained to the crowd. "It has been perching in the woods near the tavern I opened. ”

"What can this eagle do for us, we need to find the gang who ransacked McCann now. "Mo Cha was skeptical about the role of this eagle.

"**** is a better detective than anyone else. ”

"In that case, it's time for it to explore its way, don't waste time!" said Mo Cha indignantly. He is proud of his reconnaissance ability, but he is not as good as an eagle in the mouth of others.

With a sharp cry, the falcon flapped its powerful wings and flew towards the territory of the Duchy of Rhodok to the south, and disappeared from everyone's view in an instant.

"****, go south," Deacon said. "The search range is about five miles or so, and if it finds them, it will come back and report back. ”

"Then let's keep along!" said Wiggins, driving his horse on. (To be continued.) )