After agreeing to go to the city's bazaar with Santan, the hunter returned to the temporary lodging arranged for him by the centurion and took off his chain mail. Then Riga went to the tavern to find some food, but he saw the young maid again drawing water. She was still wearing a long skirt and an old burqa, but the hem of her skirt that was almost mopping the floor was rolled up a little, and half of her slender calves were shyly exposed. The maid was holding a brush made of unknown hair, and was scrubbing the blackened oak floor with the strong smell of alcohol with several fat and stocky cooks. Last night's revelry nearly turned this place into a pond of vomit, saliva and liquor.

The Quaid warriors have woken up from their drunkenness, but they all have their own things to do. Some were rinsing themselves and trying to change into new chain mail and long coats, but more were heading out into the city streets and drinking. The tavernkeeper did not allow the Quid to be rude to his hired maids, and the wealthy Longinus employers did the same. This makes some restless mercenaries often go to other taverns for drinks, because there are enough spicy, surname-sensitive, open-hearted big-breasted maids. With enough glittering steel coins, these busty women don't mind having fun with a beastly Quaid.

The hunter hadn't entered the tavern too late, as the scorching sun had only risen two hours from the east, allowing the flickering light to fall through a few thin clouds, leaving a few shadows on the houses on the ground. Here, the Quaid met several Longinus people dressed in crisp linen coats, enjoying steaming fresh, milky oatmeal. A short, fat, brown-skinned cook wrapped in a brown burlap gown stood at a heavy oak table next to her, ready to add some food to the empty bowl with a slightly larger wooden spoon.

"Riga. Would you like some light and sweet oats?" cried the centurion first as he lifted his velvet-laced cuffs, swallowed the oats in his mouth.

"You guys are such a crazy and enviable race. It wasn't until the hunter sat down that the mercenary leader, who had harshly reprimanded Quaid's mercenaries, spoke. "I was able to drink three gallons of ale the night before and now I don't feel a little tired. ”

"Maybe that's what the gods have given us. Riga sat down with an indescribable expression, shaking her jaw as she took a wooden bowl. "But that's just so that we won't delay your order. ”

"I hope so. The Legion Commander, who was holding a thin wooden spoon in his left hand, smiled, and then used it to pound the sticky oatmeal in the wooden bowl. "We will soon set off to the southeastern border of my allegiance to the country. ”

"Harrison's king, who was supposed to be hanged, had sent over twenty thousand soldiers and many more peasants there, and two legions of unsuspecting infantry could not hold back the flood of enemies. The centurion changed his usual appearance and said in a very sad tone. "Great platinum dragon Io, please bless the creatures with your great blood flowing through your body. ”

"Of course we agreed to go. The hunter scooped the sweet oats into his mouth, then nodded approvingly. "Only by participating in the battle earlier can we get the full commission. "In addition to equipping the Quid mercenaries, the Dragoninus must also pay the price of seven steel coins per week. Of course, when there is no threat of war, employers only need to give a little more than half.

"Indulge in a delicious breakfast. The mercenary captain, who was also a soldier, didn't mind eating with the Quaid barbarians, but he ate as quickly as he could. He needed to make a deal with the Harusa garrison so that the Quaids who had already arrived could leave early.

The other Dragoninus also finished their food and said goodbye, leaving only the centurion and the hunter on the brown table. "It tastes really good. Putting the last bit of oats into his mouth, the former cavalryman said. "It was filled with sugar from Moria, a sweet product worth twice as much as steel. ”

"Moria, Sugar?" said Riga with a knock on her head, and finally said helplessly to the centurion. "Sounds like a dwarven place, but when did those burrowing rats learn to make this sweet thing? Is it extracted from metal ore?"

"O the dragon god!" the centurion immediately put his hand on his chest in an exaggerated prayer. "Friend, you should be ashamed of your ignorance. Moria, one of the most prosperous ports in the southern part of the continent, brought the finest pure sugar and precious spices from there, and then docked at the port of the Grand Duchy of Lucius to exchange them for gold. I don't know what the Southerners do with this shiny, soft metal, but they seem to be using it for coins. ”

"Consider gold, which can't be minted, as coins, stupid pigs. The Quaid listened intently to the centurion's story, and exclaimed as they heard the strange place. "I want to go south with the fleet. Ships full of gold in exchange for steel. ”

"You're not the first to think of it. The Dragoninus went on to sell their knowledge. "Between the Grand Duchy of Lucius and Moria, there is a sea of elves. Saleh, the Emperor of the Berserk Sea, will use storms and tsunamis to drive away the weak, and choose warriors who can become his faith. In Lucius's harbor, every day there are countless unlucky people who sell their property and want to make a fortune, and they have nothing left. ”

"Hilrag bless. The centurion's dissuasion caused the hunter to abandon his unseemly career as a captain, and the hunter could only pray for the merchants who thought the same way as him.

Knowing the preciousness of sugar, Riga immediately began to scoop oatmeal into his mouth until the brown-skinned cook said that there was no more food. "The oatmeal is gone, but there is some cold brown bread and raw onions. There's also a bit of pantante puree and pickled apples. ”

"Some poutante puree and raw onions. Riga replied immediately that he didn't want to gnaw on pieces of black bread that were harder than stone with his teeth.

The cook immediately left with an empty basin, but when she returned, she would bring a glass of honey wine to the centurion.

The Quid then listened carefully to the rumors that the Dragoninus had heard from anyone's mouth, until a Quid warrior slammed in through the wooden door of the tavern with a hard breath.

"Riga, we're under attack. The yellow-haired young man cried out, his beard trembling at his chin as he inhaled.

"Attack—who would dare to do this?" asked the hunter and the centurion together.

"We met a group of Terran mercenaries in the tavern. The warrior gasped a few more times until he drank the honey that the cook had brought out and handed to the people of Longinus. Gal touched the butt of a plump maid, insulting the Terrans. So a dozen men came to fight us with sticks. ”

"Are there any other people injured?" Riga couldn't help but put his hand on the sword belt at his waist, and now there was a steel dagger there.

"Only Gal was hit in the forehead with a wooden stick. The young warrior stroked his wine-stained beard and handed the cup to the cook. "But the Terrans have been defeated by us. ”