Characters in this chapter: (Parker), (Alleyne), (Victor), (Momocha).

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Chapter 002: (New Mercenary)

King Griffos's grain requisition has arrived again.

Parker looked at the neatly arranged animal skins in the yard, which were the rations that had to be handed in every month. Parker didn't know what the leather could do, and he had turned in the furs every month as a subject who had faith in the country.

Because the young minister of the village had told them that the present Duchy of Rhodoc had been defended by Griffos I from the hands of the Svadians.

The Greevos I he spoke of was the de facto Grimivus II. No one has verified the sequence of this royal family, and the real facts have long been wiped out by time. Today's history is written by the victors.

Parker buried his grandfather in the deep forest outside the village, and used the rusty straight-edged military knife as his tombstone.

The leather in the courtyard was carried on Parker's back, the bowstring of the stiff bow stretched Parker's chest, and the feathered arrows in the quiver were tightly pressed together, densely packed with leather quivers. He traded a few pieces of leather in better condition for a suit of hard leather armor and a new pair of leather boots.

The neckline of the leather armor rubbed against Parker's jaw. He left his home and the house he once lived in was burned down. He did not want to leave anything to the descendants of the usurper.

Sitting in the dark woods, the stream washing away the leather boots. Parker unloaded the stiffbow and stroked the bowstring of the stiff bow, the hunting knife that had followed him for a long time stuck in the scabbard that was tied to his calf. Sunshine tried diligently through the dense woods, but in vain.

Parker struggled to figure out where he should go. He aspired to become a Rhodoc sergeant and defend the land that King Griffos and his warriors had fought so hard to defend.

Now that everything is clear, the usurper has used the polishing of time as the end of his deception. He didn't know where he should join and where he was going.

I don't know how long it took to walk through the road. Far away from the woods, the stone castle of Djerkhara seems to be clearly visible, and the Djerkhara River lies quietly at the foot of the castle.

Over the years, numerous out-of-town constructions have bulldozed the woods surrounding the Djerkhara Castle, and the woods have been bulldozed for miles straight from the city gates.

The carpenters in the city lived up to the task assigned by the king, and the cut wood became wooden thorns, standing at the bottom of the Djerkhala River, which was not deep, and more of them became a reserve for the city defense, and most of the giant trees were processed into rolling wood for the city defense.

Artisans also love the wood, turning the blocks into intricate carvings. Some of the wooden blocks were turned into small discs and inlaid with gold and silver as shields for the puppet soldiers. The little soldier was the size of a palm, mostly made of silver nuggets, and covered with gold that had been processed into armor. It was the first choice for aristocratic sons to arrange their troops in the game, and wealthy nobles bought hundreds of such exquisite dolls. The ladies of the royal family often use them to fantasize about the warriors in their minds.

Parker dodged the low branches and cut through the trees behind him, and the Djerkhara River flowed silently like a lying ice dragon. Pak propped up the shifted stiff bow, and saw a team of black-clad and black-armored people walking along the banks of the Djerkhara River, black flags fluttering high.

The men in the ranks wore a wide variety of weapons, ranging from knights' golden swords, to Rhodok's straight-edged military knives, axes, and other weapons such as scimitars and bows. Several ox carts followed the group with supplies and tents.

I seem to have found a place to go. Parker straightened his wrinkled leather armor and walked resolutely towards the black team. Grandpa said that mercenaries provide opportunities for those who have lost their faith.

The sunlight of Djerkhara did not seem to be as dazzling as it was on the plains, and Ellen played with the three-edged dagger, and saw a man in leather armor rushing towards them from a distance, the quiver at his waist jolting with the run, and the arrows inside staggered and collided with each other.

As they ran in front of their ranks, Captain Victor untied the flag from his spear and prepared to cross the wide wooden bridge across the Djerkhara River.

The young man straightened out the equipment on his body and asked Captain Victor, who had unleashed the flag. "You're mercenaries?"

"But you don't look like an employer. Momocha shouted in reply, causing a burst of laughter around him.

"My name is Parker, can I join you?" the young man scratched his brown hair and stared hopefully at Vic Head Leader.

Victor touched his sideburns, then handed the ununwrapped flag to the young man. "Untie it and cross the river with us, if you're a Rhodok, I hope you can come in handy. ”

The procession then continued to move, and the mercenaries patted the new brother on the ground, but were speechless. If he really wants to become a mercenary, he needs to learn to adapt until he integrates, because the mercenary is his own warrior.

Out of the corner of his eye, Alleyne observed the young man, who was now a new mercenary, and he had said that his name was Parker.

Parker stood still for a few seconds, then turned and untied the flag from his spear, keeping up with the mercenaries. The stiff bow shook with his footsteps, and Alleyne looked into the other's pale yellow eyes, not fearful, as if with some determination.

This is the warrior we need, because mercenaries need bravery. The handle of the axe at his waist rubbed against Arynn's armor, and the party walked onto the wooden bridge, the river shimmering beside the bridge, and the stone walls of Djerkhara drew closer and closer.

Faced with what was to come, Alleyne took the usual approach. "I'm a mercenary, male, and my name is Alleyne. I am a guest from the East. ”

The black team walked on the stone bridge leading to Djerkhala, and the footsteps of leather boots rubbing against the wooden bridge were the sound of perseverance. We are our own warriors, and mercenaries fight for ourselves. Without faith and without support, there is nothing to fear.

The gates of Djerkhara were closed, and two guards armed with broadswords reclined on either side of the gates. The blade is shiny and the back is rough, a weapon reserved for battle-hardened warriors.

A veteran never sharpens the useless parts of his weapon, just like a man, never worrying about whether his face will attract the attention of many people. But Alleyne couldn't guarantee that the other men weren't.

Captain Victor showed the letterhead with King Rhodok's handwriting, and after a Rhodok officer looked at it, he asked the soldiers to open the heavy wooden gates.

After escaping from [Harongosburg], the mercenaries of the pikemen took another half a month, first [Nimeka], and then luckily passed through the Rochester Bridge Pass, and finally followed other mercenary organizations into the territory of the Duchy of Roddock.

After learning from the Swadian soldiers that Marasburg was besieged by their army, Victor chose to enter the interior of the Duchy of Rhodok from the fortress of Kulmaburg, but was also questioned by the Swadian soldiers and hindered by the Rhodoks.

Their treasurer, Resarit, bribed the Swadian officers with gold, and used a letter from King Grifus to get the lord of Fort Kurma to open the gates, and made a smooth journey south through the towns of Fort Aitsko, Dumai, and Ipahi along the way.

The hustle and bustle inside the city was very different from the silence outside the city, and the girls watched the crowd coming and going from the window. Soldiers armed with broadswords were most likely patrolling the streets in teams of two.

Most of the soldiers wore brown studded leather armor, and a velvet cape with the emblem of a black bear hung from the shoulders of the leather armor, and the shoulders were fastened to the silver spikes on the shoulders of the leather armor by silver plates made of bear claws.

With just one glance, Alleyne could tell that it was King Griffos' royal infantry, under the king's command.

Most of the mercenaries wore dirty black leather clothes rubbed with mud. Aren's black armor had just been bought, but it had already been covered with muddy dirt from the earthy wind and the morning dew.

Despite the wide width of the road, the citizens on either side of the road still turned away from the mercenary ranks, as if they were more positive than the path opened by the king when he arrived. The girls half-covered the windows and watched the mercenaries walk by, most of them learning about the war through songs and poems.

The song describes knights with noble men in golden armor, Nords with tough men under steel, Kugits with riders on white horses, Vigians with trekkers on snow, and Salanders and Rhodoks with white shadows in the sea of yellow sand and giant bears in the green jungle.

As for mercenaries, there is no one who favors them.

Under the dodge and gaze, the castle of the lord in the city of [Djerkhara]. The Black Bear Castle stood tall in front of the mercenaries, and the heavily armored guards with heavy broad shields stood guard around the fortress, and the shooting ports and sentry posts on the fortress were everywhere.

Wearing a golden brooch on their left chest, the Rhodok marksmen walked slowly around the sentry post with silver-inlaid siege crossbows on their backs. Under the wooden door of the Black Bear Fort, Sergeant Rhodok's chain mail was covered with a bear body embroidered with gold thread on his right shoulder. As the highest military class in the kingdom of Rhodoc, even the bear claw pattern that fastens the cloak is made of gold plates.

In contrast, the mercenaries resemble poorly dressed clowns.

Four Rhodok sergeants walked out of front of the Black Bear Castle, and Victor once again showed the letter with King Graves' handwriting, but the treatment was far different from before.

The richly dressed sergeants only glanced at it slightly, and then tucked the paper roll into their waists casually. In a slightly contemptuous tone, he said, "Unarm. ”

Victor pulled away Sergeant Rhodok's outstretched hand toward his sword. "Mercenaries don't disarm their weapons. The answer was full of contempt.

Victor had always believed that he could draw his weapon before anyone else, and he always did. But when he's so drunk that he can't even untie his trouser pockets, it's a different story.

Sergeant Rhodok's face changed for a moment, and a haze flashed in his light brown eyes. As his hand rested on the hilt of the knife at his waist, Victor's triangular dagger glistened with a cold glow and rested gently against the Rhodok cheek.

Because Sergeant Rhodok's helmet was like a cylinder with holes, tightly protecting the wearer's head, and the dagger could not hurt the neck, Victor had no choice but to put the dagger in his hand against the opponent's face.

"I, not disarming. Victor slowly spat out a word. The idle hand drew the short sword at his waist, and on the dirty short sword, only the blade was sharpened and shiny and sharp.

Parker unloaded his bow from his back and slowly placed an arrow on the bowstring, aiming it at the Rhodok marksman who had come with a crossbow. Ellen's right hand also gripped the hilt of his sword, and Mathilde reached for the black iron battle axe that the Nords were accustomed to on his waist and the round shield behind his back.

Parker's courageous behavior is a terrible reflection of the new mercenary's fears. Alleyne thought to himself. Arrows could not penetrate the well-made heavy armor of the Rhodoks, let alone a hard bow for hunting.

Kress's gaze remained so cold, and Resarit stood calmly beside Victor, as if deciding that there would be no real move between them. Mo Mocha unconsciously moved his body and took a few steps back, and his action was glanced at with disdain by Jamila on the side.

The rest of the mercenaries held their weapons and were ready to fight.

Victor's dagger was always on Sergeant Rhodok's face, but Sergeant Rhodok did not flinch or be timid. Ellen knew that these soldiers were the most elite sergeants in Rhodok's army, how could they be frightened by a group of mercenaries.

I saw that the other four Rhodok sergeants around him drew the straight-edged military knives at their waists, and the Rhodok marksman behind them raised the crossbow in their hands, and the arrow slot was filled with arrows from the beginning. Always ready to launch.

When Roman on the ox cart saw it, he also unloaded the crossbow behind his back, and slowly unleashed the crossbow string, and suddenly, a crossbow arrow shot out from the opposite side, and it was inserted into the burlap bag beside Roman like a warning.

The little mercenary, who wielded with the crossbow, paid no attention to it, and took a crossbow bolt from his waist and pressed it into the arrow slot. He then raised his crossbow and aimed it at a Rhodok marksman in the distance.

"Give you thirty seconds to disarm and enter the halls of the lords. Sergeant Rhodok, whose face was pressed to the dagger, remained in his original tone. The fingers on the hilt of the knife clenched slowly, as if ready to fight back.

To be the pride of Rhodok's army, they must not be afraid of death.

"Then I won't accompany you. Victor put away his dagger, reached out and pulled out the letter that Sergeant Rhodok had stuck in his waist, and turned away. Roman put down the crossbow and jumped out of the cart to lead the ox around.

The mercenaries put away their weapons one after another and left without a care. Only the newcomer, Parker, was still nervously aiming. Seeing this, Alleyne tapped him on the shoulder with the back of his axe.

"The mercenaries are not afraid of arrows from their backs, and they believe that they can make up for them. Alleyne said to the new lad.

These are the words of a mercenary who died under the axe of the Nord bandits, and he is adept at wielding a crossbow. As for his name, Alleyne no longer remembers.

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