"Hello, sir, I am the owner of this land, Viscount Sersard, I heard that you were in trouble, so I rushed over at once, and if there is anything I can do for the Alliance Army, please feel free to say it, and I will do my best. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"What the hell did you do?" Harding pointed in the direction of the canal, his peripheral vision glancing at the two giants, and stopping five yards from the viscount.

"Watch your wording," said the viscount, with the same countenance, "and before you is a nobleman, and a nobleman beloved by the people of this land. ”

"Behind me, supplies destined for the Fortress of the North, do you know the consequences of stopping them?" said Harding, with an angry expression.

"I, the owner of this territory, solemnly remind you once again that slandering a nobleman is to be guillotined. The viscount's face darkened.

The giant warrior behind him let out a low roar, and the hundred guards aimed their guns at Lieutenant Colonel Harding, "You have two choices now, take your men and horses to stay in the city for one night, and I will do my best to be a landlord, or ...... Die here. ”

"Hehe... There is a third option," Harding sneered, "remove the canal barrier immediately, and let us get out of here safely." ”

"It will take at least two hours to clear this place, and night is about to fall," the viscount furrowed, "my suggestion is ......." ”

"Then don't delay our time, clean up the river immediately," Harding interrupted the other party directly, and with a wave of his hand, the hull of the merchant ship opened one window after another, and the muzzles of the guns poked out of the windows, "Or ...... No one wants to leave here. ”

......

At night, more than a dozen dazzling silver balls lit up on the canal, illuminating both sides of the river as if it were day.

Dozens of golden-eyed eagles hovered over the canal, while hundreds of slaves from the docks were pulled over and had already begun to clear the river.

In order to speed up the cleanup, except for the knights and mercenary groups, almost everyone on the ship, including the sailors, came down to help, and Payne was not spared to join the group.

"I'll rub," said a biting chill from Payne's knees, where the temperature was moderate, but the river was icy cold, and a thin pair of silk pants didn't do anything to keep him warm when the river overflowed the Red Dragon Boots. Fortunately, the boots were like long legs, clinging to the skin, and the river did not enter the boots.

The others were miserable, all exposed to the river from the thighs down, grinning one by one, cursing incessantly, but with a gunshot, the cursing stopped abruptly.

"Shut up and work for me!" shouted a man from a mercenary group on the shore, the muzzle of his musket pointed upwards, and blue smoke was emitting at the moment, of course, except for Payne, the people who worked in the river could not see the blue smoke at all.

This was the most dangerous time, and the demon could attack at any time, so Payne had already put on all his gear when he disembarked, and when the magic effect of the suit was not triggered, he could see everything on the shore twenty yards away with just his helmet.

"Dog offal," someone cursed again, and then continued to pull the rope, pulling the barrel in his direction.

Shore.

One of the Viscount's guards handed a bag to Lieutenant Colonel Harding.

"I hope these coins will erase our misunderstanding," said the viscount, smiling at the other man, "and I hope that this will be as if it had never happened." ”

After he knew that the commander-in-chief of this escort team was a cadre of the mercenary group and not a knight, he knew that things had not developed out of control. You must know that even the nobles can hardly afford to delay the delivery of materials to the front, and if the matter is serious, they may even be sent to the gallows.

But for now, things are clearly not so bad that gold can't solve them.

Harding looked at the bag in front of him, and saw that there were at least two hundred gold coins in it, of course he would not refuse such a large amount of money, you know, as the commander-in-chief of this mission, the remuneration was only ten gold coins.

He thought that even if everyone present was distributed, what would come to him would be more than the reward for this mission, so he had no reason to refuse.

Harding motioned for Acrylic to accept the coin, which took the bag and opened it for inspection, then nodded to the lieutenant colonel.

"Hehe... ," Harding said with a rare smile, "Of course...... We didn't meet in person, and there were no accidents on the way. ”

"Haha...... ," the viscount laughed, "then I will be absent, and I wish you a pleasant journey." ”

The two of them were still fighting each other one moment, ready to die to the death, and the next moment they were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. Their relationship changed so quickly, of course, because of this bag of gold coins.

The viscount understands that these mercenaries in front of him, as long as they give enough gold coins, they can completely turn hostilities into jade silk, and even become friends. And these mercenaries in front of him did not disappoint him, as they are well known, as long as they are given enough gold coins, there is nothing they dare not do, and it can be said that they cannot do.

The Viscount then left the area surrounded by sixty giant guards, while a hundred guards were left behind, and when the river was cleared, they needed to bring the slaves back to the city. -- These slaves are the wealth of the viscount.

Penn cursed when he saw what was happening on the shore, he was sure that none of the gold coins would reach his pocket, and he was now shivering from the cold, and just a moment before he was almost implicated in a life-and-death battle. - Brute!

"Tell them to go faster, it's not even as good as a bunch of slaves, smack. Harding spat out, then turned and walked towards the boat.

Bang, bang, two gunshots.

"Faster, is it comfortable to soak in the water, you!" the man yelled again.

How can this be the same!

That's what the slaves did, and they wore chest-length leather suits, so the river couldn't touch their bodies.

The mercenaries were unprepared, shivering from the cold, and in order to prevent the attack of demons, they all carried weapons and shields on their backs, which was not a light burden.

But the scolding was in my heart, and no one dared to scold out loud.

......