Once the team was assembled, Flender soon found himself one of the few mercenaries, or adventurers. The majority of the 60-strong contingent consisted of horseback attendants and lord guards, and there were very few like Flender.

But the clever Flender soon realized that this size and size were enough to support a small battlefield, and he seemed to be conscripted?

Even though 6 silver coins is a lot, it's quite a lot...

For the sake of the knightly oath, Flender did not run away, and he and his party gradually went deeper and deeper into the interior of the gray mountains, crossing the mountains and walking the paths.

In the middle of the area, an abandoned castle comes into view, its walls in ruins, and the villages and peasants in its territory.

Not only is it quiet, but there are many green-skinned bones on the ground...

It was a fallen castle, there was no doubt about it, and Flender could only tentatively ask the squire next to him, and he quickly got an answer.

This is the Castle of Sanlak, an abandoned castle located in the middle of the Grey Mountains. A century ago, messengers found the corpses of aristocratic families living there, as well as dead greenskins. This was normal, and a noble family was allowed to send one of its youngest sons to inherit the title of nocracy.

And Flender is one of them at the moment because of six silver coins.

The party was close to the castle, and the greenskins could be inside the castle or in the surrounding forest, and they probably had a few consciences, and only Sir Flender had arranged for Sir Flanders to be stationed around, where they could drink wine and wait for the nobles to return triumphantly.

If a large number of greenskins are approaching, blow the horn, and if there are not many of them, solve them immediately, and that's all you have to do.

There weren't many people left with Flender, just six, and they were all gathered around, probably hired idlers from the city, oh no, adventurers.

They chatted with each other, drank cheap brandy, mostly watered, chatted about how to get six silver coins to the best lady in town, and laughed in the tone of the nobility.

"Oh, beautiful lady, can I touch your a**?"

"Of course, I'm glad to do it, sir~"

It was difficult for Flender to get involved in their conversation, after all, he was of noble birth and did not understand many colloquialisms and small things enough.

On the contrary, Flender is the only guy who takes the commission itself seriously.

He left the small group and patrolled around the castle, a strange place with a lot of footsteps, humans, horses, greenskins, and...

It was something he hadn't seen before, small, kind of like a dog or a cat or something, but smaller than a big animal, too big for a small animal, like...

What is the size of a human footprint?

And this method of walking is obviously walking upright, Flender put his doubts in his heart, patrolling around the castle, he soon found individual scattered green fragments, this thing seems to be dimensional stone?

Flender suspected that the castle had been overrun by a tribe of beastmen, who were lucky enough to get a number of dimensional stones, and even defeated the orcs who had lost both sides against the nobles.

The patrol continued until the sun went down, and the nobles' troops still did not come out of the castle.

Flender felt that something was wrong, and he even tried to run away with the silver coins, but he only got a deposit of two silver coins before the matter was done.

This is far from enough for him to go to the Empire, far from enough.

"Goddess above, please bless them." Flender said a word in silence and lightly lit a torch to light the way that was gradually darkening, but when he walked back to the castle gate, he found that the guys who had been laughing before had fallen to the ground and lost their lives.

Flender immediately went up to check, there was no blood, it was not suffocation, poisoning?

Brandy problem? But when?

When Flender boldly opened their clothes, he didn't expect that there were purple-red spots under them.

This is not a toxin, but a plague!

Flender was so excited that he immediately let go and sprinkled his body with the brandy on his body, especially his fingers.

Then pray that you will never die like them, never.

He immediately walked into the castle, and sure enough, he saw only dead soldiers and nobles, what was there here?

He quickly extinguished the torch and slipped into the forest by night, the situation was out of control, and he needed to find a place to wait for a few days to see if he would get sick.

If you die in the wild, it will have no effect on the city.

Flender found a stream in the jungle, drank vigorously, scrubbed his body, and slipped another loaf of bread in his mouth in the darkness of the night.

Then there was a night of prayer to the goddess that there was no problem with him.

As it turned out, the bottle of brandy was strong enough, and he was sheltered by leaving the crowd, and Flender, who had spent four days in the jungle on dry food, did not die, but looked unkempt.

He returned to the nearest village like a loser, because no one even wanted to sell him food because of his filthy appearance.

Or did Flender find a place to rest when he showed his noble family crest...

The commission was so strange that people thought that the nobleman had been wiped out by the greenskins, and they didn't think about it anymore.

Flender, on the other hand, continued to return to his place and began to set up a stall, begging for someone to give him enough silver coins.