After Viscount Barrett finished speaking, it seemed that for a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Ronald. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ronald was silent, and after a moment, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, and he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......" Ronald laughed very wildly, as if he had heard something extremely funny, and even tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

In the face of a viscount, a nobleman, such a profligate size is undoubtedly very indecent and impolite.

Ellea showed an angry look on her face, and she was about to scold her subconsciously, but she was stopped by Fred on the side who reached out and stopped her, but even so, Ellaria's face was very ugly.

"Why is Lord Ronald laughing?" asked Viscount Barrett, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

"I really didn't expect you to want me to be the commander of the garrison......" Ronald held his stomach and laughed, reaching out to wipe the liquid squeezed out of the corner of his eye: "I'm sorry, I'm too out of shape, but this thing is really funny." ”

"Viscount Barrett, didn't Fred tell you what I did?" Ronald asked, rescuing the smile on his face.

"Fred......" Viscount Barrett turned his head to look at Fred, looking puzzled.

"Lord Viscount, according to His Excellency Ronald himself, he seems to be a ...... Bandit. Fred coughed lightly, got up and bowed.

"Robbers?" Viscount Barrett looked puzzled.

Fred continued: "Lord Viscount, the so-called robbers, as far as I understand, should be the bandits. ”

"What, bandits!" Barrett exclaimed, looking at Ronald in disbelief.

In this world, there is also a profession of robbery, that is, bandits. And the organization where a large number of bandits gather together and entrench is called a group of thieves. It's just that because there is still a group of people in this world whose profession is thieves, these robbers are also called bandits as a distinction.

"Fred, you never said he would be a bandit!" Viscount Barrett looked at Fred, his face sullen.

A bandit was welcomed as a guest of honor by him as a viscount, and if this was spread, the entire Barrett family would be disgraced.

"Lord Viscount, although Lord Ronald claims to be ...... Bandits, but from what I've heard from the Windtalkers, Mr. Ronald has never been a member of any of the bandits. Even, the first time he appeared in the eyes of the world, it was in the Misty Forest...... Fred looked over: "I once spent a lot of money to inquire about Lord Ronald among the Wind Talkers, but even the Wind Talkers did not know the exact origin of Lord Ronald. ”

Windtalker?

Ronald raised an eyebrow and wrote down the name.

"Does my origin matter?" Ronald said slowly.

"Of course it's important, the Windwhisperer Organization is a secret intelligence agency that has existed on the mainland for thousands of years, and their intelligence network covers almost all parts of the continent. Even the royal intelligence agencies of the various principalities could not match. Fred gestured slightly to Ronald: "If even the Wind Whisperer said that Your Excellency has not joined any of the thieves, then I believe that Your Excellency Ronald's past must be innocent." ”

Fred leaned up, squeezed his eyes at Ronald, and raised an eyebrow.

Hearing Fred's words, Viscount Barrett breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a look of displeasure on his face.

Ronald frowned, he couldn't figure out what this Fred was up to.

"Fred, something like this, you should have told me sooner. Viscount Barrett got up, took a handkerchief and gently wiped the non-existent stains on the corners of his mouth, looking extremely displeased: "In the future, I don't want such a thing to happen again." ”

With that, Viscount Barrett turned and left.

"Lord Viscount......" Fred looked at the back of Viscount Barrett leaving, opened his mouth, and looked helpless.

Viscount Barrett left the dining room, and the servants standing on both sides quickly stepped forward to put away the dishes, and then left silently, and the whole dining room was soon only Ronald and Fred.

"What the hell did you do?" Ronald said slowly.

"I do hope that you will stay and become the next commander of the garrison. Fred smiled wryly and shook his head.

Pouting disdainfully, Ronald said, "I'm not interested in your position, so I won't bother you! Ronald's tone was very blunt, and anyone who was quietly calculated like this would not be in a good mood.

Even if Fred didn't mean it.

But is the absence of malice enough?

Ronald didn't believe that Fred had made this proposal out of kindness to him, and even if it was, it was to the Barrett family, which he was loyal to, not Ronald.

"Maybe my approach is a little too blunt. Fred shook his head with a wry smile, looked at Ronald a little helplessly and said, "But don't you really think about it? As long as you agree, Lord Viscount, leave it to me to convince." ”

"You may think that the position of head of the garrison is a good temptation, but not for me. To be a subordinate of a noble boy? I don't have such leisure. Ronald sneered and turned and walked towards the outside of the restaurant.

"Noble boy?" Fred smiled wryly again as he looked at Ronald's departing back.

Ronald left the dining room, waving his hand and beckoning a servant to ask for his own equipment and sword.

Soon, the servant came with an iron sword and a new set of chain mail and a cloak that covered his body.

Ronald's previous chainmail had been damaged, and this set was apparently provided by the Barrett family. Ronald was not pretentious, found a room to change into, and then put on the cloak and cloak, and the image of a mercenary reappeared.

Without explanation, without farewell, Ronald silently left the Viscount's Palace.

When he came to the street, Ronald noticed that the pedestrians on Gregory Street had a little more smile on their faces, and this smile revealed a bit of sincerity and cheerfulness. Although it is not obvious, Ronald can still detect this subtle change along the way.

As early as when Ronald woke up, the system had already told him that the mission was completed, the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group was completely removed, and the reward of 1,000 points had been received.

"The Ice Wolf Mercenary Group has been removed, Darnell's plot has been shattered, and the residents of Gregory seem to be really happy. Ronald covered his face with a cape, a tough cloak that not only kept out the rain, but even the sun.

Recall what Area said - this is Gregory of House Barrett!

Perhaps, in Fred's eyes, it would be a good choice to be able to serve the Barrett family and become a vassal of the nobility. Ronald smiled: "Unfortunately, the purpose is completely different." ”

Not long after walking, in front of a tavern, a large group of mercenaries gathered here, and half of the street was blocked by them.

"Recruit! Recruit powerful mercenaries and escort the caravan back to Albert City!"

"Recruit a mercenary team, the number of people is at least ten or more, if there is a bronze level strength, the reward can be increased by one percent!"

In front of the tavern, several men dressed as merchants were standing on chairs, shouting loudly.

Ronald's heart moved, and he also squeezed into the crowd.

However, there are too many mercenaries gathered here, and these mercenaries are all burly and sturdy, even if Ronald wants to force his way in, it will be difficult.

"Don't crowd it, it's already full of people. ”

"Which bastard stepped on my foot!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, this commission, our Red Scorpion Mercenary Group has already taken ......"

A mercenary with a fierce face was squeezed by Ronald and turned his head to glare at him angrily. But after being swept by Ronald's cold eyes, this person suddenly became honest.

"Bronze-level strength, alone!" Ronald finally squeezed to the front and asked the two merchants at the door.

When a merchant heard this, he showed a look of surprise: "Are you bronze-level, would you like to go to Goldswall with our caravan? Round trip for four months, our caravan has all the food and lodging along the way, and we will give you 7 gold coins!"

Is it only 7 gold coins?

When Ronald heard this, he immediately pursed his lips.

"Come with our caravan to Albert City, I'll pay you 4 gold coins, and it will only take 2 months to go back and forth. Another merchant was also invited, but the price offered was not very good.

"It seems that the life of a mercenary is not as good as imagined, is the strength of the bronze level worth such a small reward?" Ronald sighed secretly in his heart.

While Ronald was still struggling, there was a sudden neighing of horses outside.

A group of soldiers of the garrison on horseback approached Fred.

Looking at the heavily armed soldiers of the garrison, in front of the noisy tavern, there was a sudden silence.

Ronald looked at Fred, his brow furrowed, and he didn't know what he wanted to do. But no matter what, Ronald has already made up his mind, no matter what Fred says, it is impossible to agree to the position of head of Gregory's garrison.

Not to mention that he is not very interested in the position itself, not to mention the fact that there is a big bandit system, Ronald can only be a robber, or rather, a bandit has the opportunity to get more points to exchange for goods and make himself stronger.

Fred was dressed in fine black leather armor, his hair was neatly combed, and his gouged out right eye had a leather eye patch, which looked imposing.

Fred walked over, and the mercenaries along the way moved out of the way.

"Lord Ronald!" Fred walked over and smiled, "You are in too much of a hurry, and you haven't taken the Viscount's thank you gift with you yet." ”

As he spoke, Fred took out a leather money bag and handed it over, and said loudly: "In order to thank Ronald for killing Oldberg with his own hands, Lord Viscount specially ordered me to send a hundred gold coins as a thank you gift from the Barrett family!"

As if he wished that the people around him couldn't hear, Fred tore his throat and shouted extremely loudly.

The people around suddenly gasped and looked at Ronald in surprise.

Ronald looked at him with some surprise, not understanding what the hell he was trying to do.

Subconsciously reached out and took the money bag, which was heavy and heavy.

Fred smiled, winked at Ronald, and laughed: "Although I don't know where His Excellency Ronald's next stop is, I wish you a safe journey on behalf of the Barrett family, and I hope that Your Excellency Ronald will have time to come back and see it often! In Gregory, you will always be a close friend of the Barrett family!"

After saying that, Fred didn't wait for Ronald to speak, and turned to leave.

It wasn't until Fred left with the soldiers of the garrison that the atmosphere in front of the tavern became unusually quiet, even a little eerie.

Ronald finally understood, pursed his lips, grabbed the money bag full of gold coins and said unhappily: "This old fellow, before leaving, he will sell me a favor!"

"Lord Ronald, accept the employment of our caravan, and I will pay you 15 gold coins on behalf of the caravan!"

"Jelemy, you old fox, don't make people laugh here...... Lord Ronald, I will pay you 20 gold coins......"

In front of the tavern, there was another uproar, but this time it was the caravans that began to compete with Ronald.