An old servant brushed the crow's feathers with his crumpled hand, carefully tied a parchment letter to his little paws, and the crow spread its wings and flew into the sky, all the way east, in pursuit of the Lord. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It flew over the majestic castle of Mowen, crossed the eastern wall along the main street, and looked down to see three men galloping on horseback outside the eastern city, and then it saw the temporary residence of hundreds of knights on the side of an uphill slope. It did not stop at all, but flapped its wings towards the forest on the outskirts.....

"You lunatic! Kenny knew he was going to be furious!" Sersi yelled at Allen.

"Are you deaf? He just appointed me Chancellor of the Exchequer in Nipur at the Great Hall!" Alan replied impatiently.

"Then you're a guard and a thief!" Aiden apparently sided with Sersi.

Alan suddenly tightened the reins in his hand, and the horse under his crotch let out a neigh, and his front hooves lifted slightly off the ground, and he suddenly stopped in the snow, raising a puff of snow. Two huge bags shook by the saddle with a dull and crisp sound. Alan glared at the two who were also stopping, and sighed deeply.

"Selcy, which do you choose, Slaughter City or Gold Coins?" he asked earnestly.

"This choice doesn't work," said Sersi, looking at the bag on the side of Allen's saddle, "and we have plenty of time to think of another way, or we can give in to Gilmer for the time being, and I mean for the time being, wait until ......"

“..... Barton is back?" Alan interrupted with a frown, "we don't have plenty of time, Barton isn't dead, and even though he's sick and has a thousand guards around him, I'm sure the city of Nippur is definitely full of his eyeliner, maybe the white crow that just flew over was there to deliver a letter to him." I'm not trying to get into Kenny's dirty silver armor, and I'm not trying to win a boring bet, if Barton gets the news and returns to Nipur and joins forces with that damn dwarf mule, nearly two thousand well-armed cavalry, plus the knights who are loyal to the city's nobility, and Barton's knowledge of Nippur, what do you think we'll have a chance of winning?"

The words made Sersi speechless, he was indeed just a child who had not yet been weaned when it came to power struggles. Aiden on the side didn't say anything, and both of them were trying to avoid Alan's fierce eyes.....

On the side of a small hill, seven or eight hundred knights were preparing lunch, and the arrival of three strangers caught their attention.

The leading old knight stepped out of the crowd, his short hair and gray beard, a walnut scabbard sword at his waist, and deep eyes, looking up and down at the approaching guys.

"This is not a playground, kid. The old knight said in a lingua franca with a northern accent.

"Your belt isn't the right size, old fellow!" Alan said as he paused, staring at the old knight's belt that was about to crumble.

The old knight unceremoniously drew his sword and pointed it at Allen. "Looks like I'm going to have to teach you how to speak to an elder by honorific titles, draw your sword, and use a duel to prove that you're qualified to call me that!" he took two steps forward, the tip of his sword snarling two or three inches from Alan's throat, "Don't ask for mercy! I hate cowards!"

Alan stretched out his hand to pull the sword from his throat, "I'm afraid I don't have time, old fellow, let's talk about something else, I'm sure you'll be interested." After that, let's talk about whether or not it's time for a fair duel. ”

The old knight looked at the young man with a ponytail in front of him, and after the guy finished speaking, the bald head next to him put two heavy bags on the ground, and when the bald head squatted down and lifted the bag, the onlookers all let out a sigh of admiration, even the old knight himself.

"Oh-", the old knight sighed, looking at the gold coins in his pocket, "God Namu, I hope my inappropriate words just now have not angered you, may I ask your Excellency what you command?" As he spoke, his eyes did not take his eye off the gold coins in his bag.

"How many of you are there?" asked Allen, clasping his hands.

"Seven hundred and twenty-one," replied the old knight truthfully, "perhaps not as many as the Horn Legion, but you should be able to see our equipment and strength. He twisted his neck as he spoke, making a gurgling sound.

"How much did Gilmer pay you?" Alan asked.

A look of alarm flashed across the old knight's face, and his brow furrowed. "Not much. He shook his head slightly.

Alan smiled forcefully, but he couldn't hear the slightest pleasure. "I am not satisfied with your answer, and this is the end of the commission. Now we can talk about the duel, old fellow. He said as he placed his hand on the hilt of the black steel sword.

"Each person has three gold coins a year, and if there is an accident during the employment period, he will get a pension of ten gold coins, but unfortunately we have no family. The old knight said, trying not to be embarrassed in his tone.

"Listen to the accent, you're not a Nippur, right?" Alan crouched down, picked up a gold coin in his pocket and looked at the old knight.

"As you said, most of the knights here are from the city of Eli. If you're more than satisfied with my answer, can we get back to the subject of commission?" the old knight bowed slightly, looking extremely sincere.

"There are five thousand gold coins in these two pockets, and if you promise me one thing, these .....," Alan said, pushing the two pockets to the ground, and countless glorious gold coins poured out of the bags, "..... It's all yours!"

After he finished speaking, he stood up and looked at the group of guys in front of him who kept swallowing saliva, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, a huge impact hit his back, and Allen fell heavily into the snow, a biting chill on his cheeks. Immediately after, he heard the familiar sound of a bow and arrow.

For a moment, the entire knight order was boiling, and countless sword draws and angry roars resounded throughout the hillside.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?!"

In the midst of the noise, Alan heard the old knight's anxious inquiry, and he pulled his head out of the snow, only to find that the greeting was not asking about himself. When he followed the old knight's gaze to look at Sersi beside him, he saw that his companion's shoulder was already soaked with blood, and he held a broken arrow in his left hand, and his eyes glared at the old knight fiercely.

"I swear to the god Namu!" said the old knight with his hand raised, his face full of grievances, "this is not the work of our people! we have no motive to hurt you, and the mercenaries will never be at odds with the gold!"

"Motive?!" Alan patted the snow on his body, "Maybe Gilmer gave you more than three gold coins!Or maybe you want to kill us and swallow these gold coins?!"

"The god Namu bears witness to this sword!" the old knight put his hand on his saber and his face was full of grievances, "we really don't, mercenaries also uphold honor and loyalty, please don't insult us!"

Aiden hurried in from a distance, panting as he watched the two arguing. "Alan!" he said with a quick breath, "you'd better go and see, attacker.... I've caught it, but .....," he swallowed hard, "you'd better go see for yourself..."

Alan frowned, and pushed the old knight away to the commotion in the distance.