"Y-What are you doing here?!" Drake jumped up in fright as soon as he saw Edward Witwood walking into the cabin, and ducked behind him like a flea, as if his arm was still aching.

The Silver Blood Mercenary Group may not be a "powerful big man", but as one of the three leaders, "Uncle Drake" is quite confident in himself, in fact, he also has this capital, and his ability to kill people is one of the best in this mercenary group of more than 1,000 people, and Drake is also feared by the rest of the mercenaries.

The saying that the higher you stand, the harder you fall, is very suitable for Drake - the tall and tall Uncle Drake was beaten with his bare hands by a very thin noble boy, and lay on the ground like a dog gnawing on it, and if Miss Hirel Lightlane hadn't stopped him in time, he might have even been slaughtered on the spot!

Drake will never forget the nightmare day, and the brothers around him are secretly talking behind their backs, whether this leader of Silver Blood is really as powerful as before, and even many newcomers are beginning to doubt it...... But only Drake himself knows how murderous this Edward Witwood is!

"Hehe......" Edward, who chuckled, walked into the cabin, and before he could go down the stairs, dozens of mercenary groups with silver blood surrounded him, all with vigilant expressions on their faces. At this time, Shrell Lightrange and another regiment commander also noticed the movement here, and they also put down their work and walked over.

"This is the cabin of Silver Blood, Sir Edward Witwood. Shrell crossed his shoulders and said, "Your cabin is in the flagship, not here." ”

"I'm the lieutenant general of the expeditionary force, and I can go into anyone's cabin if I want. Edward replied unceremoniously, "Do you have any opinions?"

The mercenaries around them felt as if they had been humiliated, and they were about to walk towards Edward, but they were stopped by Shrell and stared straight into Edward's eyes: "If you want to see if we obey orders, you don't have to, the credit of silver blood is higher than anything else, we will obey your command." ”

"But what I brought was not an order, but a business—a business that paid well. Edward's eyes swept around a few times, and motioned for the people around him to disperse, and Shirrell did without saying anything.

The surrounding mercenaries returned to their beds to rest, leaving only the three captains and Edward still standing at the door of the cabin, still fearful and vigilant, Drake hiding behind the two of them, with his hands behind his waist - obviously on guard against Edward's "special moves".

"I'm sure you've all been informed that the Expeditionary Force will soon launch an attack on Bright Star City - and of course that's what we hired you for, and this war could last a month or two. Seeing that the three mercenary leaders with different expressions were waiting for him, Edward didn't talk too much nonsense: "But you should also know that no war can end with a single battle, and you mercenaries should have more understanding." ”

"Tell me something, we're not in the mood to hear what you're talking about here. Derek couldn't help but scold: "With this kung fu, I'd rather find an ugly girl for one night!"

"It is a virtue to listen quietly while others are talking, Mr. Drake. Edward smiled and glanced at him, and the stubble Drake's body twitched as if he had malaria, and quickly ducked backwards.

"In order to be able to stop the counterattack and reinforcements of Bright Star City, Sir Leonardo has ordered me to go to Fort Horn, take the island and hold on until I capture Bright Star City, for which I need at least three centurial soldiers. Edward spread his hands towards the three of them, "So I'll come here to see if anyone is willing to take on the task." ”

"Hornfort, you can't be crazy, are you?" Another silver-blooded regimental commander couldn't help but shout, "If the people of Bright Star City find out that they have been contributed, they will definitely send hundreds of troops to recapture it, not counting the reinforcements and fleets they have come to - this is simply going to die!"

"He's a madman!" Drake said indignantly, and was about to scold a few more words, but was stopped by Shrell, and snorted coldly in annoyance.

Probably because he saw his own people making infighting, the regiment leader was a little embarrassed, so he had to continue to ask: "If we are willing to take on this task, how much can you pay - not counting the original 10,000 Turin silver coins." ”

"Each regimental commander was given a thousand silver coins, the hoplites were given a hundred, and the crossbowmen were given eighty, all of which were Turin silver coins of great color. Edward opened his mouth very boldly, directly scaring little Goodwin behind him - this is inevitably too much, and the most important thing is that Edward definitely does not have so much money on him, he writes all "empty promises"!

As soon as he thought of this, little Goodwin couldn't help but be afraid that these people would see through Edward's lies, but obviously he was overthinking, and the three mercenary captains didn't seem to have considered this possibility at all, and they all frowned, as if they were thinking about whether they should take over this "business".

"I wonder if you asked for this task on your own initiative, or if the Leonardo man forced it on you?"

"The brethren of the Knights of the Sacred Tree do not ask for orders, we only obey them, if you really want to know the answers. Edward replied a little inexplicably, probably because this woman also had a pair of black eyes, which gave him some familiar illusions: "As for the conditions, I don't think that's something you need to pay attention to." ”

Although for a moment, Edward saw a trace of unconvincing in Shirrell's eyes, but the next second it disappeared without a trace, and the purple-haired woman silently lowered her head and thought, making him only wonder if he was dazzled.

Seeing the hesitant expressions of the three people, Edward curled the corners of his mouth slightly proudly - for mercenaries, what glory and dignity are all false, real money is the only way to impress them, and it is also the most convincing thing, and it can even make them forget life and death.

Those who fight for money are destined to die for money...... Edward even envied them a little, at least this group of people lived simply, as long as they thought about how to survive on the battlefield, and then enjoyed and experienced the pleasure to the fullest.

"I don't need you to make a choice now, but tomorrow morning the army will depart, and you won't have a choice then. With that, Edward patted little Goodwin on the head, and the two of them walked down the stairs from the cabin.

"Do you have something to say?" Edward asked, looking at little Goodwin's worried face, as he walked.

"My lord, did you hide a lot of money somewhere?" As soon as he finished saying this, little Goodwin suddenly realized, "Oh yes...... You're about to marry Miss Alan Kwyn, and the Kwyn family must have sent you a large dowry, right?"

"Of course not, don't you keep all the money on me?" Edward shrugged his shoulders, "As for the Kwyn family...... If Viscount Otto had known what I had done, it would be more likely that he would have come to me for a duel than a dowry. ”

"So you really don't have any money?" Little Goodwin was almost stunned: "Then when the people from the mercenary group come and ask you for your salary, what will we give?!"

"It's very simple, borrow it from someone who has money on the ship - Lusen Minest has already spent 10,000 silver coins for this mercenary group, and it will not be a problem to pay another 5,000 if he wants to, he will definitely not mind. Edward smiled a little meaningfully: "You must know that some people are the most likely to take on this task, and I am equivalent to blocking a sword for him, and it is also appropriate to take out some thank-you gifts." ”

(Thank you for the reward of the tide god, please collect more~)