A pungent smell of déjà vu came to my face, and the stench became stronger the further I went. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Alan pushed aside the layers of onlookers of knights, and in the snow in the distance, a familiar crimson imprinted into his eyes.

The stall was the same as the one seen in the cowhide tent last night, the blood was mixed with solid coagulated substances, and it was impossible to tell if the solids were unmelted organs, a black arrow and armor mixed in them, and the unpleasant stench hit me in disgust.

Alan stared at the blood in the distance, and it was clear that it was the corpse of some knight, the unlucky guy who, like Taylor, had fallen for some heinous evil sorcery.

"I shot through the breastplate of the assailant after Sersi pushed you down, and they messed up, and by the time I arrived, the man had become like this. Aiden explained, looking at the blood.

"Oh, God Namu willing," muttered the old knight, twitching his eyes, "that boy has done nothing wrong, he should have died on the battlefield so that at least he would have a complete corpse." ”

Alan didn't hear anything, he scanned the crowd as if searching for a figure. The surrounding knights were talking about the witchcraft of the blood, and there were no people who behaved abnormally, and Alan immediately turned around and left the crowd.

"Your Excellency?" the old knight trotted two steps after Allen, "this dead child is definitely controlled by some kind of witchcraft, and we will never point our weapons at our employer, or someone who might become an employer, never." He said firmly.

"Really?" Alan turned his head to look at the old knight, "you are now employed by Gilmer, and he gives you three gold coins a year, or more. ”

The old knight looked strange and whispered, "Gilmer is a well-known miser, and once our mercenary army numbered as many as a thousand, but then he gradually defaulted on our mercenary payments, and now there are only about seven hundred left. He glanced back at the knights behind him, and continued, "Since Patton came to power, the situation in Nipur has stabilized, and Gilmore has intensified, and he no longer wants to keep the knights who want to leave, as if he is deliberately alienating us, and perhaps now he doesn't need our protection." ”

"Then he is also your employer, at least you will receive three gold coins a year, which is not a small amount. As far as I know, the average mercenary doesn't get such a high mercenary fee, and he has equipped you with such fine equipment and horses. Alan patted the old knight's armor as he walked and said.

"Fuck it," cursed the old knight, "we have purchased our own equipment and horses, and only knights who have sworn allegiance to him receive free assembly, and besides, he now has a fucked policy of working first and getting paid later. He paused, his voice lowered, "Trust me, no one likes that dwarf here, and those who stay just haven't found the next employer." After all, we always have to fill our stomachs, don't we?"

As they spoke, the two walked over to the pockets full of gold coins, which were scattered in the snow and reflected by the sunlight.

"Child, your face doesn't look good," said the old knight, looking at Sercy's wounds, "I have here the Eri City's unique trauma medicine, and if you trust me, it may help you recover faster." ”

"Don't call me a child!" Sersi glanced at the old knight, "I hope it's not a poison from the city of Elito." ”

The knights in the distance gradually gathered in this direction, the old knight squatted on the ground, skillfully helping Sersi wrap the bandage, a cool feeling slightly covered up the sting, Sersi looked at the old knight in front of him, his short gray hair and beard now seemed to be very friendly.

"Looks like you should get hurt a lot," Sersi muttered, "I've never seen this kind of bandage." ”

"Injuries are inevitable," explained the old knight, "and this cross-winding technique is something I learned from the corpse of an enemy. Just imagine if your abdomen was cut open so that it could wrap around your intestines and not let it out. He tied the bandage in a knot and stood up.

"Thank you for the medicine, old fellow, you don't look so annoying now. Alan said with a smile.

"Don't call me an old fellow!" said the old knight, "my name is Maga, Maga da Perovid," he said, pointing to the silver half-moon coat of arms on his chest, "and although your friend was wounded by one of our people, that doesn't mean we're responsible. He paused, "I'd love to know what that thing you just said is, but you've probably lost trust in us....."

"Don't think so," interrupted Allen with a smile, "now let's talk about hiring," he said, pointing to the gold coins on the ground, "as long as you leave Gilmer, they're all yours." ”

"All?" Maga's eyes widened.

Alan nodded.

"And after that?" asked Maga.

"Not after. Alan looked at Maga and said, "As long as you leave Gilmer, this money is enough for you to live in peace for a while, and I hope your next employer is not a miser." ”

"Oh-" Maga let out a belated exclamation, "I think I know why that dwarf summoned us in such a hurry, you staged a coup d'état in Nippur, didn't you?"

"You don't need to know much!" Alan said displeasedly, "now you should sit on the floor and divide the money, and then find a town full of wine, lie in the arms of some **, and enjoy your life until the next employer comes." ”

"Your Excellency's words are full of truth!" said Maga, turning and proclaiming to the knights behind him in a thick northern accent, "Guys, this employer has just given us two years of retainer money, and all we have to do is leave the goatee-bearded dwarf and tell me!

"Unless he's crazy!" a voice appeared in the crowd.

Immediately afterward, there was a cascade of shouts from the knights, and the 'generous horse-tailed knight' continued to appear in the shouts, and the crowd gradually gathered around Maga, trying to see how big the pocket of the five thousand gold coins would have to fit.

There was a small sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and the boiling crowd gradually quieted down, and the knights' eyes moved from the gold coins on the ground to a small group of cavalry in the distance. Those people were galloping through the snowfield, and they were rushing here.

When Alan turned his head, the cavalry was clearly visible, and the leader was none other than the goatee-dwarf Gilmer.

"Maga!" Alan cried out, "the terms of employment may have to be changed slightly..."

Maga smiled and drew the saber at her waist. "Of course!" he said, "it's your right, and it's our duty!"