Renard was a little surprised at O'Neill's protection of him, but he remembered what his former commander had told him about the situation of the Sharp Knife Force, and he had a slight idea in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He shook hands with O'Neill generously, which was considered a salute.

Renard is familiar with O'Neill's professional paladin, which is one of the choices for people who have a bit of a talent for spells, but not enough talent. Generally, after being eliminated in the first or second year of the magic academy, those who are eliminated will sometimes choose some combat professions that do not require strong spell talents, and then rely on foreign objects or cultivation knight levels, combined with their previous spell-casting abilities, although they cannot cultivate to a high level, but rely on training, and generally can at least mix more powerful than pure melee professions.

Paladin is one of these professions, the eliminated light students continue to study in the knight academy, and after becoming a paladin of the Holy See, it is no problem to at least have a lifelong worry-free diet, and there seem to be few people who run to the army as a commander like O'Neien.

After that, O'Neill returned to the school yard to continue training with the members of the Sharp Knife Force, while Renard set up the camp tent well, and secretly returned to the imperial capital to buy himself a packet of sauced beef, and then teleported back, just in time for lunch.

At lunchtime, Renard and his colleagues had met, more than a hundred soldiers, most of them in their thirties, they were usually silent, and their faces were fierce except for determination. There were few people talking during the meal. Although the amount of training here seems to be very large, the food is not good, and the soldiers basically eat a lot of vegetables, soy products and potatoes, and there is not much meat in sight. These things are guaranteed to be okay with training consumption, but it definitely doesn't have anything to do with good food or something. Renard's food was slightly better than theirs, but it was just a few more pieces of meat.

Renard frowned a little at this meal, because the cooks seemed to be very stingy, not only was there almost no meat and oil, but he seemed to be reluctant to put even the salt properly. Renard was thinking about his beef sauce, so he buried his head in peace and ate his meal, just wanting to finish it quickly. When Renard finally finished the meal and was about to return to his camp, a thin man with a dozen scars on his face greeted Renard: "Hey, buddy, come here at such a young age, amazing!"

Renard was a little surprised and asked, "What does this have to do with being young?"

The thin man smiled, but there was not much smile in his eyes at all: "It seems that you don't know yet, the people who came to this unit are all people who offended the nobles to death, let's come here to find the cultivators and send them to death!"

Although Renard had a little guess before, but he had not been able to verify it, and at this moment he met a person who was willing to speak, Renard couldn't help it, he took out a silver coin (in fact, he put his hand in his pocket, and then took out the silver coin from the space ring, and then took it out) and handed it over: "Dude, I'm new here, and I don't know the situation yet, can you tell me about it?"

The thin man waved his hand and pushed away the silver coin that Renard handed over: "Okay, don't give me this, you give me I don't know if I have the life to spend it! ”

The skinny man stepped over and sat down on the floor, and Renard sat down beside him - cleaning up dirty clothes was a magic trick anyway. The thin man's eyes flashed with a little hatred: "Take myself as an example." My name is Birrell, and I was originally a small merchant in the city of Afaryn, and I can't say how good my life is, but at least it is plain and secure. My dad died when I was four years old, and he was originally an Imperial soldier. At that time, when he died, my family only received a certificate of honor for my father's contribution, which was also considered an obituary, but there was not a penny. ”

Renard thought for a moment: "For the families of the dead soldiers, I remember that the empire has a one-time death compensation of dozens of gold coins, and then a living allowance of at least ten silver coins per month. Birrell nodded: "Yes, that's what I didn't know until a long time later." I only got the money two months before I was sent over, from Baron Afalon. ”

Renard asked, "How did you get it?" Birel made an expression between a smile and a grin: "Heh, that ** baron also told me a bunch of when I went to ask, moved a bunch of terms, said that I didn't meet the compensation conditions and so on, and then I spent two months asking the Imperial Capital Military Department, it's all, I didn't say this at all, I asked the Imperial Capital Military Department if I could help, those clerks are very polite, I'm sorry, the local affairs are not in our hands, in short, you have to figure it out yourself!"

"Then what else could I do, I went to figure out a way for myself, I made a big fuss, sold all the furniture in my house except the house, found a reporter to write an article to make a big fuss, and made it in the newspaper, and then a wave of people like me who didn't get a penny of compensation made a fuss with me, and finally got the bastard baron to spit out the money he ate. ”

Renard was silent, he had seen the embezzlement of death compensation for dead soldiers in his previous life, and he also had it here. Since both worlds have bureaucrats, both have humanity, and both lack regulation, these things are certainly indispensable.

Birrell continued: "Sure enough, not long after I got the money, my order came, asking me to come to this Sharp Knife Unit. The story of the others is basically the same, we all offended the nobles to death!

Renard was a little infected by Birrell's emotions, and he also learned Birrell's ruffian tone and said: "I, the wife of a viscount's child, the viscount's child has never touched it himself, and I have broken it!" After he finished speaking, he felt that his words were wrong, and quickly shut up, without saying more.

Birrell laughed three times, "Dude, hehe! the poor young viscount who cuckolded is probably still angry, haha!" Renard tugged at the corners of his mouth, not explaining more.

Renard took the initiative to change the topic: "Your situation, I'm afraid that even if you return alive from the Sharp Knife Force, I'm afraid you will continue to be embarrassed, right?" Birel shook his head: "The people from the military department said that if we can carry out every combat mission within two years and return alive, all the sins we did before can be written off, and we can have a comfortable idle job in the range that the forces of the people we offended before will never touch, and give us a house and a settling-in fee!" Otherwise, why do you think we came here and gave them their lives?"

Renard asked, "So how many people can go back?" Birel's voice was emotionless: "The three squadrons, including us, must have come with about five hundred people three years ago, and finally four went back. ”

Birrell was silent for a while, and when he saw Renard's eyes, he smiled again: "The people from the military department promised me that my martyr's subsidy for that baron would not move a penny!"

Renard didn't want to take on this heavy topic, and he asked, "What about Captain Oraines, who did he offend?"

Birrell shook his head: "No one knows, the captain never says, he doesn't want to say, and we won't ask more without interest." However, the captain had been in the Holy Knights for five years before, and now he was suddenly thrown over, and it is estimated that the person offended is at least a viscount. ”

Reynard sighed and chatted with Birrell for a while, and then the lunch break came, Birrell continued to train, and Reynard returned to the camp and began to eat the sauce beef he had purchased earlier, while thinking about Birrell's story just now. He found that the sauced beef that he used to think was delicious now tastes like chewing wax, and he doesn't feel good at all.

He heard the Book of Death speak in a mocking voice in his heart, "See, boy Carmel, this is the world!"