Besides, he had to pay three hundred dinars upfront, which made all the mercenary teams who wanted to pull him into the gang unhappy.

It is precisely because of this that Ellene's savings are spent little by little, and now he will face the dilemma of starving to death if he does not find a job.

Asked him to do chores, how could this be possible, he was a nobleman, how could he do things that commoners did, so he just took the arrogance of the nobility but couldn't enjoy the treatment of the nobility.

"Actually, the three hundred dinars can also be paid later, and it doesn't matter if you can't get it now.

As long as you come up with three hundred dinars in a month, you will be fine, but you will still pay me my weekly salary as usual.

In this case, it is not impossible. For the first time, Alleyne bowed his head, putting aside his aristocratic arrogance for a moment.

Now he had to do it in order to survive. If he didn't agree, Alleyne would probably starve to death.

Wall looked at his dress, as a declining nobleman, he could understand his feelings, but the difference was that Wall was used to life like a commoner since he was a child, so his aristocratic arrogance was not as serious as that of Ellene.

"Okay, then it's a deal." Maybe it's because of the same aristocracy, or maybe it's because Walls took a fancy to Arene's talent, and Walls agreed to Aren anyway.

But it was because of Wall's decision that he had an additional loyal general in the future.

"In that case, can I go to dinner with your men?"

Alleyne said, and then he added to hide his troubles: "This can improve the relationship with your subordinates, doesn't it?" ”

Walls smiled knowingly. Nodding.

Walls knew that Alleyne hadn't eaten in a long time.

As for why his head would spend a lot of money to invite a noble lord to eat, Owens really couldn't figure it out.

But Walls had just invited himself to dinner, and he didn't say anything, he just ate his own food, and the rest of the Nord recruits didn't say anything when they saw Owens, so they didn't say anything more, and they also followed Owens's example.

Seeing this scene, Walls was still secretly relieved, he was worried that Ellen had a conflict with these Nord recruits, if such a situation happened.

Draxel looked at this picture and muttered, "Hmph, his Owens doesn't have my kindness at all!" My Owens, but really good brother. ”

[System prompt: Okay, brother, are you tired? ] 】

Well, Walls is still quite nerve-wracking, but it's still a joy to see Alleyne put down his shelf and not cause trouble.

Although he didn't find a veteran to join his team, it was nice that he was able to invite a young nobleman to join his team. Moreover, this nobleman was also a master of the sword.

If so, Walls was worried about one thing again. Money!

If there is no money, then Walls will be starved to death, and almost all the people on the continent are worried about money, and those lords start wars, largely because of money.

At this time, although Walls only had five hundred dinars, this was still far from enough.

He had come here not only for the five hundred dinars, it was not his goal, his father had told him before he had the opportunity to restore his family.

Now he is still not strong enough, if he wants to recover his family, then he needs to obtain a fief, and to obtain a fief, he needs to be loyal to the king.

However, the king will not make a loss-making deal, he will only give a warrior fiefdom and let the warrior expand his territory for himself in order to gain more profits.

Of course, most of the time this is what most people are willing to do, and it is something that commoners become nobles that cannot be desired, isn't it?

And what Walls did was to get the king to approve of him, so he needed to make a name for himself before that.

Defeating some large bandit bandits and becoming mercenaries to fight for the king can make a name for themselves, which also means that there is a chance to get the king to approve of him, so that he can have a chance to obtain a fief.

Judging from the current situation, hunting robbers is one thing that can be done now, and the equipment of robbers is not comparable to that of the regular army.

It is less difficult to destroy them than it is with regular troops.

To be a mercenary for the king would require a regular army, and it would take a lot of money to build such an army. Therefore, it is now considerable to hunt robbers.

Now that the goal has been set, it is time to start looking for the robbers, and on the walls of the tavern, there will be many wanted bandit notices.

When a certain person, or group of people, kills the bandit leader on the bounty warrant, they will receive a bounty, the amount of which is determined by the person who issued the wanted warrant.

And it is also this person who pays the bounty. In general, the person who issued the wanted warrant was the mayor of the town.

The mayor is the lord who manages the affairs of the town, and those lords, who are usually not in charge of things, will spend their extra time doing what they like. Of course, the lords will firmly grasp the leadership of the army.

So the burden of managing the town's affairs falls on the mayor's shoulders, and judging by the wanted warrant on the tavern, the mayor of Sagos looks like he's having a headache.

The walls were already covered with wanted notices, enough to show the number of robbers in the vicinity.

These bandit groups can reach hundreds of people, and the average small lord can't defeat this kind of bandits, and the few have dozens of people, and this kind of bandit group is the prey of all kinds of bounty hunters.

And now Walls sees a good prey.

Ranger bandit regiment with a bounty of 200 dinars. The bandit bandit that haunted the borders of Kurau and Sagoth consisted of about twenty members.

Seeing this wanted post, Walls smiled, now he is a bandit of this level, and he happens to be on his own trade route, how can he not be happy.

But Walls didn't look away immediately, but patiently read all the wanted notices.

He needed to know about the bandit bandits that often appeared on his trade routes. to conceive a response.

After a long time, the pensive Wall finally came to his senses, and he counted the ten bandits that numbered on the trade routes he had defined.

These bandit groups were large and small, the big bandits numbered as many as hundreds, but the small ones were the same as the ranger bandits, only a few dozen people.

The baron only thought it was funny, and his belly darkened: "I said the system, you said that this poor boy has to rely on robbers to make a living, isn't it a bit bad, how can the emperor take a fancy to this kind of goods?" ”

[System prompt: You are not allowed to say that there is a problem with my family's eye, besides, you have also done things to rob robbers! ] 】

It seems to make sense, fifty steps to laugh and a hundred steps, eh......

In any case, in order to survive, in order to make a fortune quickly, many people take risks to go into business, and Walls, he must do it, otherwise he really can't think of any safe and reliable way to get enough money.

To become a mercenary or a bounty hunter requires a certain amount of military strength, to put it simply, it requires an elite army, and it takes a lot of money to build and support an elite army.

In this case, first of all, you need to do business to make a fortune quickly.

Having decided on his development goals, Walls turned around, and now he was ready to go for a full meal, after all, he should fill his stomach first.

He planned to leave for Wocheze tomorrow.

"Guys, we're on our way tomorrow, you can eat a little better today." Walls unceremoniously sat down in a chair and shouted to his companions.

"Got it, head." Owens was the first to shout, sauce still sticking to his mouth.

"Yes sir, I hope you will return my money to me soon." Alleyne said, putting down the fork in his hand.

This sentence was despised by everyone, and Owens's gang of recruits looked down on this declining nobleman. A poor ghost.

Walls quickly saw the faces of his recruits, and he hurriedly came out to mediate.

"Don't make contradictions, we will be partners in the future."

For the sake of Wall's face, Owens didn't take it seriously, so they acted as if they hadn't heard.

Seeing this situation, Alleyne was also sensible and didn't say much, but it could still be seen that he still maintained the arrogance of the nobility.

As for the discord within his own team, Walls can only slowly improve in the process of getting along day and night.

Walls secretly estimated that he would be able to maintain a team size of about 50 people at his own capacity.

If there are more than 50 people, he may not have enough energy to mediate these conflicts.

"What a wretched fellow, I have nearly 100 brothers at most, and I have never seen them quarrel, and they all call me honorable master."

At this point, Draxle laughed at Walls again.

[System prompt: But he married the emperor, what about you?] 】

What's the matter, it's not me who is full of vinegar, I have Safiya, what about you?

[System Prompt: Very good, please continue playing.] 】

In this case, they will leave themselves halfway through, and they will have to improve their abilities if they want to increase the size of their troops.

Of course, Walls improved his abilities differently than the Baron, and he couldn't rely on the shameless system to increase his ability to rule.

You can only rely on your own accumulated training to have a little chance to become stronger.

There was a very big gap between the two at the beginning, the baron did not suffer, he was the lord of the town of Uxhall, and soon won the help of the dragons.

Wall, on the other hand, a poor traveler, could not be called a qualified conquest.

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