After a night of indulgence in alcohol, the mercenaries in the garrison did not gradually wake up until noon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

One by one, they yawned and began to come out to fetch water to wash their faces. Without the temperature of a campfire, without the anesthesia of alcohol, without the body temperature of a woman, these strong mercenaries also succumbed to the bitter cold and had to wear thick clothes to protect themselves from the cold.

Ronald also drank a lot of wine last night, but with the support of the Ice Abyss Dou Qi and the Cold Ice True Qi, it didn't have much impact on him, and he woke up before dawn, put on his clothes and washed his clothes, and then began to practice the Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill in the open space of the station.

Vajra is not bad magic is not only meditation and luck, but also with one action after another, just like standing on a pile, through the true qi in the acupuncture points to warm every inch of the muscles and bones of the body.

Over time, the whole body is indestructible inside and out, reaching the supreme state of incorruptibility of King Kong.

Ronald is still a long way from 'King Kong is not bad', but consistent exercise every morning is essential. Who makes this magic skill pay attention to water grinding work, no perseverance, no perseverance for several years, even if you are talented, don't want to practice this magic skill to the fullest.

Sometimes, Ronald even thinks that this magic skill is a 'fool' magic skill. As long as you have perseverance, time, and patience, even a fool can develop a strong physique that is invulnerable.

But now, in the eyes of others, Ronald has really become a 'fool'!

As more and more members of the White Eagle mercenary group got up and washed up, Ronald still had the last set of shelves left to practice, watching Ronald slowly 'stretch' his hands and feet there, these members of the group watched as if they had seen something strange.

A certain guy even deliberately picked up a prop to practice his strength, and a heavy two-handed sword was swung up, opening and closing, looking full of momentum.

With such a backdrop, Ronald's shelf looks more like an old man's movement to stretch his muscles.

Ronald put on a straight face, and finished the last set of shelves with perfect and standard movements, only to feel an indescribable comfort in the muscles and bones of the whole body, and every muscle fiber seemed to be hot, as if it was a beautiful and full meal, very comfortable.

If you feel it carefully, it seems that the muscle fibers are gradually getting stronger with each exercise, little by little every day, until a qualitative change occurs.

Several members of the White Eagle Mercenary Group next to them were still wielding heavy special two-handed swords there, and their mouths were whirring ~haha~, and there were people applauding from time to time.

Ronald walked straight over and snatched the two-handed greatsword from the other's hands. A member of the regiment who is not even a bronze rank, where does he have a backhand in the face of Ronald?

The two-handed greatsword in his hand was held by Ronald with one hand, as if he was holding a straw, without any pressure.

I saw Ronald holding the rough hilt of the sword in one hand and the blunt blade without opening in the other, and the ice abyss fighting spirit suddenly burst out. Everyone only felt a low temperature erupt from between Ronald's hands, and the two-handed swords were directly covered by a stream of frost. Ronald slammed his wrist hard, and the two-handed greatsword that had been frozen by the cold and extremely fragile material was directly broken into two sections!

Bang~

In the stunned expressions of everyone, Ronald casually threw the two broken swords on the ground, abandoning them as if they were shoehorns.

"Hehe~"

Ronald grinned, his gaze swept over their faces, like a sword wind, and they felt a tingling sensation.

The tiger guy who was still wielding the big sword in both hands just now had a pale face at this time, looking at the broken weapon on the ground, there was no smugness on his face just now.

Without saying a word, just a simple action, Ronald frightened this group of unruly mercenaries, and no one dared to look at him.

"Captain!"

Cowan finally woke up and walked out of the room.

Last night's 'contest' ended with Cowen's victory, but Cowan was not comfortable, and in one night, at least seven or eight beauties took the initiative to entangle him, working hard until dawn, which can be called a 'stallion' as strong.

Glancing down at the broken sword on the ground, his gaze swept over the faces of the group, and Cowan's eyes turned cold. Although there was no witness to what the process was like, it was clear that someone provoked Ronald.

This group of people is not even bronze-level, and they understand the mystery of vindictiveness. Generally, the strength of the opponent is judged from a person's physique.

Cowan's physique is as strong as an inhuman, as you could tell from last night.

Now they were first shocked by Ronald with the fighting spirit of the Ice Abyss, and their momentum had fallen to a low point, and then they were glared at by Cowen, a 'giant', and they immediately scattered, and none of them dared to continue to stand here.

"After all, we are outsiders, and if we live in other people's places temporarily, there will naturally be conflicts. Cowen, you wait and tell everyone, as long as you don't make the relationship between the two sides too stiff, and the rest is free to play. ”

"Don't be polite when it's time to be shocked, otherwise others will think we are easy to bully. ”

Ronald looked at the broken sword on the ground and said with a sneer.

"Yes, Commander. Cowan nodded, "But, are we really going to change careers to become mercenary groups?" Cowan asked in a low voice.

"Fart!"

Ronald snorted coldly: "How much money can you make as a mercenary? It's just for the sake of safety, so I have to wear the disguise of a mercenary group. ”

Hearing this, Cowan grinned: "The brothers below asked me last night if the regiment commander was going to change careers to become a mercenary. Although it's okay to be a mercenary, everyone still thinks it's weird. ”

"Tell them that we are bandits and that this identity will never change. Don't really think of yourself as a mercenary. If anyone doesn't have a strict tone and leaks the stuffing, don't blame me for disposing of him. ”

"Don't worry, Captain. ”

One after another, everyone woke up from last night's hangover, washed their faces, changed their clothes, lit the fire and cooked, until the sun dried their buttocks, and today's first meal was considered to be ready.

After the meal was ready, a captain of the White Eagle Mercenary Regiment personally invited Ronald to dine with them.

The lunch meal was stew, big chunks of stew!

The dishes are a little monotonous, but they are extremely enjoyable to eat, and they are also very replenishing to their strength.

The life of a mercenary is like this, desperately making money, after making money, he drinks big bowls, eats meat, plays with women desperately, exercises his strength when he is idle, and occasionally gambles for a little money.

When the money is almost spent, start taking on new tasks.

Until the day he was killed.

"Commander Morton, I don't know what you're going to do next? Marz Greyburg has spread all over the world, and yesterday a powerful Winter Mercenary Regiment arrived, and many contacts from the big caravans are ready to connect with you. ”

At the table, Timos asked, sipping broth.

The captains, who were qualified to sit at the same table with them, pricked up their ears to hear Ronald's answer.

Although Timos's attitude was to welcome the Winter Mercenary Group into Marz Greyburg, his peers were enemies, and the strength of the Winter Mercenary Group was so strong, they couldn't help but be afraid of it.

Who knows if one day, the Winter Mercenary Group will grab a job with their White Eagle Mercenary Group?

Ronald swallowed a piece of stewed and rotten fat and said, "We are preparing to take the elite route in winter, and the number is not ready to continue to expand. Therefore, it is estimated that the business of some large caravans will not be able to take over. If the head of Timos has any way to have a short time and a high salary, he might as well pull the line, and the Winter Mercenary Group will definitely remember this favor. ”

"Of course, since the salary is high, the danger will also increase, and our Winter Mercenary Group is mentally prepared for this. If there is an accident, it is also our own lack of strength, and we will definitely not blame the White Eagle friends afterwards. ”

Ronald's answer relieved the captains of the White Eagles present, whose main business as a large mercenary group was to escort those large caravans.

Because the caravan is larger, the volume of goods is large, and the mercenaries hired are naturally more.

If several small mercenary groups work together to take over the task, the number of people is naturally sufficient, but the internal is not necessarily harmonious, and it is easy to have an accident halfway. The people of the big caravan are not stupid, so they prefer to hire a large mercenary group like the White Eagle directly.

The strength is strong, the quality is high, the number is large, and there is only one voice in the whole group, even if it is communication, the caravan does not have so much trouble.

Now I heard that Ronald and they are not ready to accept the employment of the big caravan, which means that there is no major conflict of interest in the future. As for the remaining small problems, small interests...... For the sake of the strong strength of the Winter Mercenary Group, the necessary face still has to be given.

Timos put down the cutlery in his hand and thought: "The time is short, the task is high-risk, and the reward is high...... Among the Marz Greyburg, there are not many forces that are qualified to issue such a mercenary mission, and only the lords of Marz Greyburg, the Prescott family, are the most likely. ”

"The Prescott family. A cold light flashed in the depths of Ronald's eyes, but he quickly disappeared without attracting the attention of others: "Don't you know that there is a connection between Captain Timos and the Prescott family?"

"Of course, there is a connection, but the Prescott family is different from those caravans, they have their own family private army, and there is no need to hire us people for ordinary things...... Unless it's a tricky problem, or there's not enough manpower for a while. ”

"Eating the bowl of rice of the mercenary is to take money to sell your life. As I said just now, I just ask Captain Timos to help us pull a line, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with the White Eagle Mercenary Regiment. ”

Timos nodded, with a smile on his face: "Speaking of which, the chief deacon of the Prescott family, he really handed me a letter some time ago, hoping that we can take over the next commission." However, we had just escorted a caravan back from a neighboring country some time ago, so we wanted to recuperate for a while, so we refused. ”

"If the Winter Mercenary Group doesn't mind, I can have someone pass a message in, but I can't guarantee whether the Prescott family agrees to hire them. ”