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That's Giovanni's plan.

When I introduced him to Cruzcal, my mercenary, Giovanni yawned disinterestedly and motioned for me to go.

Giovanni didn't object to me recruiting soldiers, and that's good enough. Ever since he came to the bazaar, Kruzkal has become more and more distracted, and no matter what I ask him to do, he will smile and call me Master Boyar, and the Rhodok mercenaries will laugh out loud after looking at him. After visiting Giovanni, Cruzcard said that he would like to have a drink with his friends, "Adults can always come to the tavern if you need anything." My Lord Boyar. Cruzkar said this before leaving,

I can imagine what Giovanni would say about my troops: "Combat effectiveness is a soldier plus a captain".

Although Giovanni did not give clear instructions, an officer of Valan quietly took me aside and asked me questions about the soldiers I had recruited.

"How many of you have?"

"More than a dozen." I exaggerated the number of soldiers under my command.

"From where?"

"Trading Post." I said to him.

"I don't know of any mercenary groups that have ever come close to our trading post."

So I explained to the man that we had recruited a lot of mercenaries at the first trading post, but before we could regroup, we were defeated at the second trading post.

"Oh, so your people are the ones who surrendered, didn't they?"

"That's true."

The officer looked at me with somewhat white eyes and asked me with an expression of disbelief, "Victor, are you crazy or what?" I won't agree with the quartermaster supplying your troops. ”

"Why is that?"

"There is no commission for the new soldiers who have defected, let alone the enemy troops who have defected on the battlefield?"

"But when Prince Giovanni was at the Outpost, he said that he would treat these soldiers equally."

"Naturally, we don't treat everyone equally, but that's after the reorganization, and we're going to weed out the enemy's jiān and useless cowards, after that. That's when we give flags to those. Supplies. And, Victor, how much do these people care you for? ”

I told him the price the Rhodok had quoted me.

Officer Valan smirked, "Victor, you can hire as many Burke crossbowmen for this price, those Berks are specially trained and disciplined. You've been deceived by those Rhodoks. ”

"Are you kidding?"

"Who's kidding you." Officer Varan reprimanded me with an attitude of an elder to a junior. "I said, who are these Rhodoks? Do you dare to fool us Varanians? When this time passes, I'll trouble them. ”

I felt the blood rush up my face and my chest bulge.

It felt like the strength of the wine spread from one thigh to the throat, and it was uncomfortable not to stand up and yell. I want to find my own bullock cart. But it's gone. I walked through the bazaar in a rage, and a few of the Varan soldiers on the road were a little curious about my expressions when they saw me, but I didn't look at them.

The tavern was on a flat stone floor, and the house was Salander-style, with curved arches and jīng finely carved wooden window frames, but covered with dust. An elderly Creelian with his back bent into a bow and coughing to clean up a pile of horse manure. In the doorway lay a dead man, a soldier and several local residents discussed who this man was. A dog sprang out of the doorframe. The oil-stained curtain was smashed open by it. Voices came from inside the room. There is music with flutes and strings, and the cries of drinkers. I walked inside the house. An almost ** desert woman stood on the table and danced, and the inhabitants below were drunken and cheering. In the noisiest corners, people are chatting, singing, or discussing things. At the end of the room, long blankets lay along the walls, and a few Salanders and Creelians lay crookedly on one side, smoking hookahs. The house was smoky, like a wet forest in the early morning.

In the midst of the noise, I saw a group of Rhodocs occupying a table, each without much food in front of them, but with plenty of flasks. But the Rhodoks were not drunk, and they were discussing something with a serious face.

As I walked over, several Rhodoks immediately stopped what they were talking about and looked at me warily. After a brief silence, Kruzkal laughed, stood up and walked over to me, and gave me an exaggerated salute, "Ah! Isn't this my Lord boyar! ”

Several Rhodok soldiers echoed him, "Well, is it Lord Boyar, who has long been famous." ”

"My lord, I have already moved my brothers, and we are ready to join your troops and fight bravely under your banner."

"Really?" I was tempted to stab the Rhodok in the face with my sword, but suddenly became calm. "Who will provide your weapons?"

"My lord," said a Rhodok with a slight smile, "we have to do our best to muster our own weapons, and I have a wooden club hidden in a peasant girl's place, and I am very handy. Once I follow you, I will take it back and use it to protect you. ”

The Rhodok laughed, and the other answered, "Isn't it?" But my lord, everyone's ability is limited, and no matter how much we do, we can't compare to Boyar doing nothing. If you can wave your hand and get someone to send you the best weapons and armor, we'll be even more powerful. I know that cold iron armor is very cheap here at Creelian, six gold coins a set, and if you pay for it, we'll order it right away. ”

"We don't seem to have enough food either." I said, "What if you don't have bread or bacon in stock?" ”

"We can raise a herd of pigs," Kruskal immediately suggested to me, "and then hire a pig herder, and we will drive the pigs wherever we go, and kill the pigs when we need meat." In addition, we can have two big bags of bread for each pig, and you see, we have meat and bread, and we have the best of both worlds. ”

This time. The most serious Rhodok. It also became easier as if I was participating in something fun. Everyone was laughing and praising Kruzkar for being a smart man and speaking brilliantly.

"So'''So do you all believe me?" I held back the roar in my heart and said, "Do you think I'm a good boyar?" "How I regret that I told Kruzkal that I was the lord of Lepnin's domain, and that I was so shallow as to use my wealth to bluff others," will you follow me? ”

My serious expression made a few Rhodoks a little unbearable to go on. But more Rhodocs felt that it might be the best laughing stock.

All of a sudden, all the Rhodoks laughed and praised me, saying that I was a great knight born once in a thousand years, a legendary knight who had escaped from the grave. The Rhodok knocked on the wooden table, filled his cup with wine, and wished me good health.

Where am I from?

It is said to be on the river. What had happened before that was vaguely like a dream. There are only some shadows. But lately, since Bella came along, I've been thinking about things once in a while. Something like something like a fragment would come into my mind, and I would no longer be afraid, but quietly observe it. I may not be noble, for I do not remember the pomp and circumstance of the angry horses and the feasts full of delicacies, the gold and silver of the land and the territory of the wilderness, but I am not something that anyone can mock. I suspect I come from a knightly family. for I am strong; Or a merchant family. Because I am literate.

I believe that I will have my blood relatives, and I also believe that I will have my parents.

But none of that helps me now. When I needed it most, when I was most desperate to become a lord and boyar, there was no one to help me.

I thought that I was familiar with the mercenaries and could make progress by dealing with them with the tone and routines of the mercenaries. But my first attempt became a laughing stock for a group of Rhodoks.

"Do you know what I think?"

The Rhodok's laughter died down, and the music in the tavern was the loudest sound in the room, and they looked at me with a smile, wanting to hear my high arguments again, so that they could be amused.

I jumped on the Rhodok table, lifted the jug, and threw it at the nearest Rhodok, the clay flask shattered above the man's head, and the wine flowed on his head, this is the Rhodok who called the Mamluk eunuch, and the guy laughed the most.

"How dare you laugh at me like that?"

There were a few Rhodoks who hadn't put back their smiles yet, and they were still indulging in the jokes of an idiot boy.

Although I have no merit on the battlefield, I am not a boy who has never seen blood. If you dare to tease me, you must be prepared to be punished by me. I pulled out the whip from my waist and whipped it at Kruskal's face, he dodged to the side, I hit him in the shoulder, and then he pulled my whip past me and pulled me aside.

A Rhodok stood on top of a stool and kicked me off the table.

The air seemed to be drained from my stomach, I couldn't breathe in the air, my belly tightened in jùliè, and my chest tightened like a stone.

Someone grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up like a dog, others poured wine on my head, and someone slapped me a few times.

Kruzkal, this mercenary, he must have wanted to use my boyar identity to protect him so that he could safely pass through the battlefield full of Valans. I'm an idiot, how can anyone think that Bing Youzi will casually defect to others? How well he disguised: a mercenary who was confident in his future lord, a mercenary who was amiable, a mercenary who was good at gags and had the ability to do things like a slave!

Before being thrown out of the tavern, someone punched me in the face, which sent me into a vertigo.

The fishy yètǐ filled my mouth, and I must have bitten my tongue.

"It's so hard to be a lord," I thought to myself as I gasped.

After a while, I staggered to my feet, ready for revenge.