Raindrops were pouring down from the eaves, and there was no one in the cold corridor—but through the window opposite, you could see a very lively scene: the lights were full of laughter, and you could walk through this corridor, but it seemed as if you were separated by two worlds.

That world didn't belong to him, Shairel Lightlane sighed softly, he knew this from the beginning, but he couldn't help but look at it, as if he was expecting something.

Enduring the pain in her shoulder, the mercenary put her two-handed sword in the corner behind her back and turned to walk out into the darkness of the night, where the brothers were waiting for her to return. Drake is dead, and the other leader has also broken a hand, and she is left alone in the entire silver blood, and she can continue to lead everyone to continue to beg for life, licking blood at the knife edge to do business.

Naturally, the remuneration this time is also quite generous - the most commendable thing about the Minest family is that they never pay on credit, just the pension of the two regiment commanders is already a lot of money, not counting the property looted by many mercenaries of the mercenary group in the Lord's Palace, as long as the gold and silver are carried to the west coast and a few ports in Dominica, the "silver blood" can be restored again and find a generous or stingy employer.

As for the guy...... Shirrell, who was just about to leave, glanced back, and a slight smile bloomed on his countenance, which seemed to be forever the same.

Think of him as a story, maybe one day it will be a good story to tell someone else - "The Battle of Hornfort of Turin, Knight Edward Witwood"?

"It sounds like a cliché story. ”

A somewhat provocative business suddenly turned in front of her, and the slightly startled mercenary subconsciously stepped back, and put her right hand on the hilt of the sword behind her. But I saw that the black-haired knight didn't know when he was already standing in front of him. Leaning on the pillars with your shoulders crossed. And with a smile on his face.

"As long as it's a story—no matter how bad it is. Just put the words Turin or Dominica on it, and there are a bunch of drunkards on the West Coast who will love to hear it. Hirrell's expression returned to its original state, and he said softly without emotion, "Maybe you can exchange two glasses of ale." ”

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Edward finally asked, "I heard that the Silver Blood is packing up their spoils and is going to leave with their pay. ”

"Turin's knights, naturally they don't want to see a group of mercenaries compete with them for glory. Shirrell said as a matter of course, but there was always a faint sarcasm coming out of her mouth: "The war is over, and naturally it's time for our group of mercenaries to leave." ”

"You just need an employer. Edward shook his head, "Come with me, the blood of silver will never have to run around for a living." Never have to worry about eating and drinking, and ......"

"You know that's impossible. Shirrell interrupted Edward, and suddenly smiled and pointed to the noisy hall behind him, "You belong there, there is everything you want - but there is no place for someone like me. ”

"Because I belong on this side. Delicate cheeks turned behind her to look at the misty rain curtain, and walked forward slowly, blocking Edward, who was still trying to say more: "I don't need any charity from others, and I don't need your mercy - leave this care to your little girl, she needs it even more." ”

"It's not much charity. Edward vetoed: "I'm just offering a good price, and it's definitely more lucrative and stable than any employer you can find." ”

"Don't dwell on it anymore, okay. Edward Witwood -- You look like a bad boy with candy taken from you. Shirrell still had a smile on his face: "I like you." ”

"But that doesn't mean I'll stay with you, I have my own choices. "Finished. Leaving only a purple light in front of Edward's eyes, the mercenary turned and walked towards the rain.

"Aren't you going to take your pay first?" Edward called out to the departing mercenary, still with a confident smile on his face, "I promised you a lot of money." ”

"And I remember that a knight had admitted that he couldn't afford to pay that price. Standing in the rain, Shirrell chuckled and said, "Our mercenaries of Silver Blood don't accept a white stripe - not even a knight's. ”

"I'm not going to give someone a blank note. Edward stomped his foot slightly, and Shrell noticed that there were two more large wooden boxes on the ground, and Edward, leaning on the pillar, kicked one of the boxes open, gold, silver, and colorful jewels...... Even in the dark, the color of the dazzling eyes is still incomparably clear.

Two full chests, even if Shirrell isn't very good at it, knows exactly how much it's worth.

"There are too many of these, and they are not the same as the price we promised. Shairel shook his head: "I don't know where you got it, but it's really not necessary. ”

"You saved my life, and it's worth the price. Edward strode into the rain, smiling at Shrell, who was almost as tall as himself, "...... You know, I now suddenly regret what I did - you were the first woman to give me the urge to regret the day Fort Clarion was almost breached. ”

"Then you will regret it, Edward Witwood. Shirrell beckoned, and several mercenaries came over and carried away the two chests full of gold and jewels on the ground: "You are just an ordinary man, maybe a little more powerful, but you are just an ordinary man." ”

Edward chuckled and turned and walked back in the direction of the hall, where Schiller stood alone in the rainstorm, his rain-soaked black eyes watching the man leave.

For Edward, there might have been something about Hirrell Lightlane that would have attracted him, but that was all there was to it - like an unheard of painting, a rare and exotic flower that might have been a good thing to take home with him, but even if it wasn't, it wasn't worth the effort.

At least Schiller was right, the only place Edward could chase was in this dilapidated hall, and the flowers and plants outside had completely lost his attraction when he had died in his previous life.

"Are we really leaving like this?" Looking at the two golden boxes on the ground, a mercenary with silver blood sighed with some regret: "This Turin knight looks quite rich and capable. Maybe he can really get us more ......."

"Yes, he can. Shrell turned his head and glanced at the mercenary coldly: "But that also means that we will all become his people, work for him everywhere, and don't expect to have any freedom." ”

"Didn't you people who escaped from the lords of the West Coast, from the wharf workers, who did not want to be sailors or miners, hoping to live happily?"

"So what are we doing now, this Bright Star City is already from Turin, and they definitely don't want to continue the contract. The mercenary shook his head: "Dominica has no 'business' that we can take!"

"Then go back to the West Coast, there are poor people who want to be mercenaries to eat, and there are also war lords who want to fight, as long as they can pull up one or two thousand more people, Silver Blood can become the big mercenary group on the West Coast. Shrell waved his hand, "When the time comes, Kenben doesn't have to worry that no one is vying to hire us." ”

"Remove all the gold, silver, precious stones, and all the goods of value - and when the lords and lords have paid their hard-earned money and leave, we will sail home!"

"Roar-!!!" (to be continued......)

PS: Thank you very much for the tips and monthly tickets of wori1994 book friends~!, seeing more and more book friends who subscribe and like to read this book, the emptiness is really tearful, obviously just a small street hit......

As for the issue of updates...... Uh, I've really tried my best, it's not that I don't want to update, even if it's to avoid water, I can't speed up anymore, only one day double more let the book friends and gentlemen feel good~

Finally, in the end, Kongkong still welcomes everyone to discuss more, whether it is the cleanliness in the text or what role you want to add, as long as the situation allows or is appropriate, I will consider it, of course, there is likely to be a certain degree of modification

Chess and ink book friends,Your Schiller Lightlane was changed beyond recognition by me, I'm sorry.,I've thought about it for a long time.,I still hope to be able to restore your character as much as possible.,Although the ability to empty is limited at most this level.,But I still hope that everyone will just use some enthusiasm.,Thank you~.