Sixty-nine, the confusion of the mercenaries and the path of the knights

Although the mercenaries often went to the city for amusement and used the large bounties after the war to have fun, they did not actually live in the city, but settled in the suburbs not far from the city gates. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are two reasons for this: first, there is simply no extra place in the city for these increased populations to live.

Although many people died due to the war, compared to the population of the city, the mercenary group of 500 people was really a behemoth that Pol could not digest, and it was almost impossible to cram this group into the city.

Second, although the mercenaries' extravagance to promote consumption made the merchants smile, it was also a real thing for these rough war animals to cause trouble in the city and disrupt the peace, and it was natural for the citizens who had just experienced the war to feel uneasy about these rough guys.

As a result, the mercenaries had to set up a makeshift camp outside the city and live there temporarily.

At this moment, an uninvited guest who usually doesn't show up much came to the mercenary's station.

"Good complexion, what's the matter, figured it out?"

Although he had trained his body to the extreme, Balzac, who was still repeating the rigorous training every day, stopped his movements, shook off the sweat on his body, and said to the comer.

"Uh-huh......" made a soft nasal voice, and the visitor said in affirmation, and then he said, "Mr. Randall......"

"Call me Balzac. The gruff bald mercenary interrupted the comer.

"Monsieur Balzac......" said Leon, "I heard that you have rejected the invitation of the Duke, what is the matter?"

"What? to be a lobbyist in place of your little duke?"

"I don't have that kind of intention under it. The knight shook his head: "It's just a little regretful that I can't fight alongside a fierce general like you." ”

"Hmph, duplicity, are you like your little duke?" Balzac cracked his mouth and smiled, and then, he asked, "I ask you, knight, do you really know the little duke?"

"I don't need to understand anything. Leon said lightly: "The knight's duty is to obey, not to question. ”

"......" Balzac stared at the young knight in front of him.

Resolute eyes, firm faith, strong spirit, and unyielding will are as dazzling as the sun, which is heartbreaking.

The mercenary seems to have traveled through time and space and seen his past self.

These days, mercenaries think a lot.

He thought about the past, the tragedy that happened to him, the life of becoming a mercenary, the days of self-destruction, and what happened afterward.

After all, he has extraordinary experience, after the initial ignorance, combined with the words obtained from everywhere, the mercenary has gradually tasted a clue from this incident.

Things were not as simple as they seemed, there seemed to be a bottomless darkness hidden under the table, and just the tip of the iceberg that the mercenaries had found was enough to make him, an outsider, shudder.

Is he really an outsider? Is it really just a coincidence that he came to this place? Is there a hidden black hand that has guided him step by step? The thought of this is enough to make the mercenary feel cold.

The mercenary is not simply reckless, on the contrary, because of the tragedy he has experienced, the mercenary has a sensitivity that ordinary people cannot reach, and it is this sensitivity that makes him perceive clues that others cannot detect.

Just perceiving clues is the limit.

It's enough to just notice the clues.

To be honest, Balzac had a lot of doubts about whether he wanted to stay in this place.

Could staying here be the beginning of another tragedy?

Will you repeat the same mistakes you made last time?

The two fell silent, as if they had nothing to say.

"Don't talk about that. Balzac decisively changed the subject: "You didn't come to me to talk about this, did you?"

"Of course. The knight nodded, and then asked, "If you have free time, can you accompany me for a practice?"

"Do you want to try my tricks?" Balzac smiled disapprerovingly, "But what gave you confidence? In just a few days, you thought you could fight the paladin?"

The abyss between paladins and non-paladins made Leon's request a joke in Balzac's eyes.

"I originally thought you were a down-to-earth guy, but it seems that I have lost my eyes, hum, I have poor eyesight since before, which is really bad. The mercenary smiled self-deprecatingly.

"The self-confidence of the lower level comes from the bond with the Duke and the ......"

As he spoke, Leon drew a new weapon.

"Good sword!" Balzac looked at the exquisitely shaped sword in front of him carefully.

Of course, it is not for the ornaments on the sword to break the heart, only the nobles with a fancy nature will like that kind of fancy ornaments, this thing is meaningless for weapons used in actual combat, as a martial artist, Balzac can naturally distinguish the quality of a weapon, and the long sword in front of him actually has its own momentum, which even faintly surpasses the person holding the sword, which has to make the mercenaries look sideways.

"I may not have enough strength, but I want to see if I can rely on the sword in my hand to gain the power to protect something important. ”

"As long as you can protect it, it doesn't matter if you use foreign objects?" said the mercenary, frowning.

"......," the knight nodded silently.

Rather than his own dignity, he chose to carry out the belief of protection.

Rather than pursuing power, he chose to stick to his loyalty.

This was the path chosen by the knight, perhaps foolishly insisting, but one that made Balzac excited. How many times has this been? The mercenary was left speechless by the knight in front of him.

If even such loyalty will be betrayed, if even such knights will be abandoned, then this arrogant world is too cruel.

Unconsciously, Balzac seemed to understand and approve of the knight's path.

"Really, it's obviously a rural place, but it's full of annoying guys, is there something wrong with the soil of this country?"

"Come on, then. Balzac slammed his fist with his palm, making a loud snap: "Knight, let me see how far your faith goes." ”

"Thank you very much!" said the knight with a warlike smile.

Swords and axes thumped together.

When Fan came to this camp with Alyssa = Iris mother and son, the battlefield was already surrounded by mercenaries on the inner and outer three floors.

How long has it been since someone has been able to compare with their own old war?

Maybe the boss hasn't used all his strength yet, but even so, in the entire mercenary group, not many people can catch Balzac's careless blow.

So the battle attracted all the attention of the mercenaries.

Although it is a mercenary camp, it is also a small half of the military camp, but at this moment, no one even noticed the arrival of the duke.

He was ignored, much to the displeasure of the great Duke.