After the exchange, Chino summed up his original savings, the money that Mirlo had just given, and the money exchanged with respect points, and calculated it.

Before the crossing, Chino was very unclean, and he didn't take money from passing caravans, and I don't know how many smugglers like Millo were among those people.

In the end, Chino's money added up to about 1,000 silver moons, a full 8 kilograms, which is equivalent to the salary of a civil magistrate for 20 years, according to his diary, he had been a civil magistrate for only three years.

Although Shilin Town is an important border town, and the Doguland higher-ups will not run here, once someone traces it, the origin of this money will become a big problem, and it must be dealt with by some means.

Chino looked around and found an oil painting on the wall, which was very ordinary, without any brilliance, and sold for up to 20 copper moons on the market.

He took it off and placed it on the table.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Paladin's trembling voice came from outside the door: "My lord..."

Chino set out to wrap the painting and said lightly, "Come in." ”

As soon as Paladin entered the door, he staggered forward and knelt behind Chino, his hands and feet and foreheads all touching the ground, and he was the most humble of five hearts kneeling on the ground.

Chino turned his back to Paladin and didn't even look at him: "Good morning, Paladin centurion, is there anything wrong?" ”

Paladin's forehead kept overflowing with cold sweat, and soon gathered into a small circle of wet marks on the ground, and his voice couldn't stop trembling: "Yes... I'm sorry... Chino-sama... Beg... Please... Please don't kill me..."

Chino chuckled, "Why should I kill you?" ”

Paladin was so scared that he couldn't even utter the whole thing: "I... I saw yesterday... You... At night... Steven he..."

Chino: "What do you see?" ”

"I saw you put him—" As soon as the words came to his lips, Paladin's body shook, his eyes were glazed, and his voice was hoarse like rubbing sandpaper, "I didn't see anything!" Nothing! Even if the gods came, I wouldn't remember last night! Nothing... Nothing..."

As he spoke, he slapped himself hard in the face, as if he would lose his memory.

Chino: "Why should I kill you since I didn't see anything?" ”

Hearing the sound, Paladin seemed to surface after drowning, and the whole person suddenly relaxed, gulping for fresh oxygen.

He kept wiping his sweat, and his face was full of the expression of the rest of his life after the catastrophe: "My lord, let me ask you one more question, why did you change so much overnight?" You weren't like this before... Steven often makes fun of you in public, but you never..."

Chino interrupted him, "Let's get straight to the point, Paladin, do you want to come and serve me, and always obey my commands." Or rather, do you want to be my dog? ”

Paladin froze for a moment, landed on one knee, and kowtowed to Chino: "Yes! I used to laugh at you a lot with Steven, and back then I thought you were a... Waste... Cough! But now I realize that is a terrible misconception! I hope you will ignore my previous stupidity and allow me to follow and serve you! ”

Chino handed over the bottle filled with the amnesia capsule: "Then I'll give you a task." The 63 soldiers who attacked and killed the Mirlo caravan yesterday belong to your hundred-man caravan. Now they're supposed to be having breakfast, and you sneak this into the soup and make sure each of them eats it. ”

Paladin took the bottle with trembling hands, he thought it was poison, and said in despair, "You're going to kill them all?!" ”

"So what?"

"Those are your soldiers... I... I'm going to be a murderer..."

Chino turned around and playfully asked, "Have you ever had a dog?" ”

Paladin shrunk his head: "I raised it when I was a child. ”

"Do you like it?"

"Like, I cried for a long time when it died."

"Imagine if you ordered it to bite a person and it objected to your barking, would you still like it?"

Words in the words silenced Paladin.

He served in Shilin Town for more than a decade and is a true veteran.

But not long ago, there was a change in the soldiers of Shilin Town, and the hundred-man team he is now leading are all new recruits, and he has no friendship with him, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a stranger.

Rao is like this, to poison 63 people in one go, even if they are not his friends, it is also murder!

It's not difficult to kill people on the battlefield, because that's the atmosphere of fighting.

Murdering your own soldiers in the camp is a completely different kind of pressure, let alone poisoning in the canteen...

Seeing that Paladin didn't speak, Chino continued to wrap the painting: "It's okay, if you really can't do it, I won't force it, we should not have spoken." ”

Paladin's eyes wandered, and all kinds of thoughts surged in his heart.

Chino's meaning is already obvious: if you want to be a dog, you have to be a good dog. If you don't want to be, you just go, and then you will end up with those soldiers.

Poisoning one's own people is too cruel.

But...

For the sake of 63 people who have no friendships, is it worth putting your life on the line?

Is your own life important, or is someone else's life important?

I haven't lived enough in this life, how can I die here?!

I'd rather be sorry for someone than sorry for me!!

Paladin grimaced, clutched the bottle and left the room.

Chino turned his face sideways and looked in the direction Paladin had disappeared, a mysterious smile in his eyes.

After a while, Paladin returned, his face covered in cold sweat, and he muttered at a loss, "They... After they had eaten, they all fell asleep, but soon woke up, not dead, but a little dazed..."

Chino chuckled, "You don't really think I'd be stupid enough to try to wipe out 21% of the town's soldiers, do you?" ”

Paladin only felt that the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the whole person sat down on the ground, and let out a long breath: "The gods are above..."

He sat for a while, then got up and asked cautiously, "My lord, what kind of medicine did you feed them?" ”

Chino didn't answer directly, but changed the subject: "Since you've ever had a dog, do you know what kind of dog is likable?" ”

Paladin thought for a moment and said tentatively, "Smart dog? ”

Chino: "Why are smart dogs likable?" ”

"Clever dogs, they understand all commands, and then they—" Paladin frowned in thought, suddenly realizing something, and said in a deep voice, "they don't ask any questions. I'm not going to ask any more questions, my lord. ”

There are too many people who have processed such a processor as Chino that he can grasp the hidden emotions and judge the other party's mind by looking at the eyes of the artifact.

Paladin's eyes had already told Chino that his surrender was sincere, and that he had passed the test.

Chino was a newcomer, knew very little about the world, and needed a guide, and Paladin just happened to be there.

Perhaps one day, Paladin would rebel for various reasons, or serve him wholeheartedly until he died.

None of that matters.

The future can be planned in the future, and he is now a good "guide dog", and that is enough.