"Labor and management issues, okay, we promised the Minest family to sign a three-month contract with you, and you let us rob us without killing anyone in three months, and the monthly salary is 10,000, which is about 3,000 when converted into Chengdu Ling silver coins!"

Dereke, who was leaning on the soft couch, pouted his lips and said with a big grin, directly put his legs on the table in front of Edward, and glared at him with slanted eyes: "If it is more than three months, the salary will be doubled, and if you win the battle, you must add a reward, so you ...... One percent of the loot, thank us, little one, there is no battle that we can't win with our silver blood, you just have to pay for it obediently. ”

"Sounds like a good thing, but you seem to be mistaken about something. Edward, who was standing in place, still smiled: "If I remember correctly, the Minest family has already paid 10,000 Turin silver coins when they hired you, and I don't need to pay you half a copper plate at all!"

"When the Minest family hired us, they didn't tell us that the man who was going to give us a head was a boy who didn't have all the hair. Drake kicked his leg and glanced at Edward contemptuously: "Anyway, you young masters have money, what's the problem with giving us a few more poor people?"

"Shut up!" The pale-faced little Goodwin took the initiative to stand up, and his big innocent eyes glared at the guy lying there wandering: "Standing in front of you is the noble Sacred Tree Knight of the Kingdom, the acolyte of His Highness Anson Marcherus, who was personally identified by His Majesty...... Ahh

Before he could finish speaking, Drake, who was smiling wickedly, poured the wine from the cup on his face, and the spicy wine seeped directly into the corners of his eyes, and little Goodwin, who screamed, pressed his hands on his face, and almost fell on his back.

"Hahaha......" Drake, who was full of sharp teeth, lay on the soft couch and laughed wildly, even the other regiment commander sitting next to him couldn't help laughing, and shrugged his shoulders a little gloatingly: "I'm sorry, but Drake is like this, as long as you stay with him for a long time, you will get used to it." ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm used to letting others adapt to my days, and it seems difficult to change suddenly. Edward smiled and said to him, "And I have no intention of paying the extra salary." ”

"Okay, let this squire of yours play with us for a day, and look at his clean face to know that he is a rich family, and Uncle Drake likes to 'break straight in' the most!" The greedy gaze of the sinister Drake swept over Little Goodwin's face, and he was so frightened that he immediately lost his mind, and hid behind Edward's back, clutching his collar.

"Otherwise, you can also try to see if it is Uncle Drake's opponent. Derek snorted disdainfully: "As long as I can let Uncle Derek leave from the soft couch, I don't have to give my share of the money!"

"That's right......" Edward finally smiled, "Isn't it over if you say no?"

"Bang!" Edward kicked on the table without warning, and the heavy oak furniture flew up and landed on Drake's face, and he couldn't even hide from the soft couch when he was smashed, and the whole person screamed and fell to the floor motionless.

The tavern, which had been noisy just now, was suddenly quiet, and a pair of stunned eyes looked at Drake, who was gnawing on the mud, and Edward, who was standing there casually, with a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"And now you can fulfill your promise, Mr. Drake?"

"Fulfillment of the promise? Okay...... I'll let you fulfill your promise. Derek wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and got up from the ground with a grin: "It seems that Uncle Derek must teach you what it means to fulfill the agreement!"

"Drake, don't do that. The regimental commander sitting next to him finally couldn't help it: "We can't hurt the employer, do you want to destroy the reputation of Silver Blood?!"

"You don't have the authority to order me!" Drake was furious at the thought of being beaten by this stinky hairy boy just now, "I'm helping his father teach him how to respect adults, and his family has to thank me." ”

The fist with iron gloves was wrapped in the whirring wind and hit Edward's cheek, and Drake, who was just about to break the smiling face, was suddenly grabbed by the forearm, and then felt a violent impact from the abdomen, and the dark purple wine spurted directly from the stomach, and the whole person almost collapsed to the ground like a rag bag.

"Damn, I'm going to make you look good!" the scolding Drake desperately tried to break away, but saw Edward in front of him sneering without saying a word, his right hand like an iron tong tightly grasped his arm, and then twisted it violently!

"Ahh!!!h As soon as Edward's hand was released, his body curled up on the ground like a lobster, clutching his broken arm and rolling around, screaming and screaming.

The mercenaries around him were as stupid as they looked, even the regimental commander who was sitting there was - Drake, who usually flaunted his might, was actually put to the ground by a hairy boy so simply? This is even rarer than seeing Drake take the initiative to do good deeds, it is completely beyond the scope of their understanding.

"Smack!" Edward, whose thick boots stomped on his chest, and his eyes were as cold as ice, sneered, looking at his completely panicked face: "I hate provocations, especially some people who don't know whether they are alive or dead—do you think that I have climbed to this position by bloodline? Do you know how many people I killed before I got this title?"

"But maybe there's one thing, you know. As he spoke, Edward slowly drew his sword, "In order to make you drunkards obey orders, I don't mind killing one or two unlucky chickens to deter you - like you, dear Mr. Drake......"

"Stop!"

The sharp tip of the sword stopped at Drake's throat, and Edward, with an indifferent expression, slowly raised his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, and a slightly tall figure walked down the stairs of the tavern.

Beneath her dark purple shoulder-length hair was a pair of somewhat indifferent black eyes, some of which resembled a ranger's outfit that did not hide her womanhood, and she carried her saber behind her back as Edward had done in the past - the only difference was that it was a two-handed broadsword that was nearly two meters long, and it looked rather heavy.

"If you kill Drake, the blood of silver will no longer be able to serve you. The purple-haired woman with the big sword on her back walked over with a somewhat blank expression: "But if you are willing to accept it, I can apologize to you on his behalf - this will not happen again, I promise." ”

With that, she looked at Edward unceremoniously, as if waiting for him to let go. Edward smiled softly and removed the boot that had been on Drake's chest, the sharp sword silently gliding across the woman's cheek and falling into the scabbard, but she still stood motionless - if the blade had been a little off, it would have fallen not purple hair, but scarlet blood.

"I thought you'd get out of the way. ”

"But I don't need it, your sword is more honest than a man - you won't hurt me. The purple-haired woman's voice was extremely calm, and she patted the hair on her shoulder that had been cut off by Edward: "Do you think it's okay to make such an apology?"

"Looks like you're the third leader of Silver Blood?" Edward smiled, "Shirrell Lightlane...... This seems a bit like a man's name, so please forgive me if I mispronounce it. ”

"It doesn't matter, the name is not the most important thing. The purple-haired woman shook her head: "Then it is still as promised, ten thousand Turin silver coins, silver blood will fight for you for three months, after this time, the salary will be doubled, and we will only accept gold and silver coins." ”

"If there are additional tasks, we will increase the pay. Edward smiled and shook her hand, "Any more questions?"

"Last question......" Shrell Lightrange's eyes showed a little curiosity: "Are you really only twenty years old?"

"Twenty? Of course not. Edward pouted, "There is a concept of 'virtual age' in our hometown, and the day I was born is quite special, so you can think that I am twenty-two years old!"