After a long walk, the two returned to Lazar and went directly to the hotel where they had stayed for the past two days.

The inns are also the usual wood and stone structures in Prospel, and although they are much smaller than those in the capital, Prospel, their prices have also shrunk to the usual West Coast standards.

The price of a silver Ella coin placed once in front of the Mercenary Guild can be used to store horses here for up to two months.

The industrious servants made sure that their two horses were well fed and drunk every day, and for a month or so Mira and these human-knowing animals also became affectionate, and the girl ran towards the horses as soon as she returned to the hotel.

The horses made a neighing sound and obediently continued to eat the hay in the manger, and the two returned to their rooms on the second floor of the inn, where Henry helped Mira unwrap the cotton cloth around her neck.

The wound wasn't large, but given the poor health of the Roan bandits, the sage feared that the girl might be inflamed by something on the dagger.

The best sterilizer is obviously alcohol, throw the previous piece of cotton cloth aside and take out a clean one, then pick up the clay bottle on the cabinet next to it, and pour out some at a slight angle.

There is a considerable difference between the Sivaliers and the Avenella, who are not very fond of the light-tasting drink of ale. Rather, it may be the pride of the descendants of the Booty pirates of the Norsland region, the inhabitants of the plains who preferred a variety of strong liquors.

The word used to refer to this wine in the Sivalier language is "Richie de Faram." -- means "liquid flame." ”

This proves to a considerable extent the feelings it will give you. Not only drinking, but also the medical use of spirits - at least when Henry put a cotton cloth stained with spirits around Mira's neck, the pain was so severe that the girl felt that it must be there -

Otherwise?—she's going to have to beat the sage hard.

After the detailed reason, as the steps progressed, Henry explained to her, and the girl, who had gained a lot of knowledge, was afraid that she would have to live with the white gauze and cotton around her neck for a few days before the wound healed.

The two of them each unloaded their gear, and Mira glanced intently at the small sword that had been placed on the counter. Because of her lack of physical strength, although the total was not particularly heavy, she still put the small sword given by Henry in the hotel room in order to facilitate her movement, and only brought a one-handed long sword.

The girl's belt was special, because of her height, even if she was wearing a one-handed sword, the end of the scabbard would hit the ground if she wore it with a normal belt, so the belt that was custom-made from the cobbler before leaving Vavasika was actually a shoulder strap with a chest strap. The suspended one-handed sword has a movable balance strap that allows it to tilt forward when it is time to draw it.

The only drawbacks were that it was expensive and inconvenient to put on and take off, but after a month of getting used to it, she was now able to easily untie it on her own.

Time passed quickly, and the girl's height had grown considerably over this time, and she now looked at least a few centimeters taller than when she first met her.

"Let's go, let's eat. Henry opened the door, and Mira looked at him, then at the sage's greatsword, which was taller than her, leaning against the bed.

"Hmm. Mira withdrew her gaze and followed his steps.

......

The rest of the crusading mercenaries also returned to Lazar one after another hour or two, and this time the loss of mercenaries was not too many, and almost half of them could no longer return to the people who cared about them. Although the Luoan bandits in Montenegro were also not comfortable, they still lost more than 300 people and let more than 100 people escape despite having the advantage of numbers, which is quite embarrassing.

But in any case, what made the mercenaries who returned to Lazar depressed and unmotivated should be the several boxes of Roan trophies that were carried away by the Sivalier nobles such as Jerémie.

Bloodshed, sweated and fought desperately, and in the end all he received was a few words of verbal praise - the mercenaries have always been realistic people, and they can only watch those noble lords carry away the spoils that should belong to them, and it is impossible to say that they are not like knives.

But with a sigh of relief in their hearts, the reality is that they can only obediently accept their fate. If you want to vent your dissatisfaction, unless you are a nobleman yourself - you must also be a nobleman with land and wealth - how can such a person be reduced to becoming a low-level mercenary?

I can't tell if I have bitterness, I go around and around, and the blood that is stuck in my throat and is about to spurt out can only be swallowed back raw.

Many mercenaries with minor and serious injuries have gone to their own resting places to deal with their injuries, some of them have a few more scars on their bodies that will become a topic of conversation in the future, and some of them have lost one of their arms or become lame and have been destitute since then, but in any case they are much better than those dead mercenaries who are buried at the foot of Black Mountain.

The weather was getting colder, and after a day's rest, Benois, who was transporting goods to Prospel, returned to Lazar with a bounty.

At about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Alain and his party knocked on Henry's door, and as soon as they opened the door, they saw that the sage and Mira had already packed all their belongings, apparently intending to leave.

"I ...... I have a reason......" The one-handed swordsman opened his mouth to defend himself, but no one on the side, including his companions, gave him a good look. "Enough Alain, do you still want to find a reason to shirk it? Jeanne spoke mercilessly, and Benois reached out to stop her, but the archer shook her head and whispered, "We have endured him for a long time." ”

She then took a step closer and said in a strong tone.

"I know you've always longed for the life of a noble knight, but we're mercenaries now, and I'm, they are. Jeanne pointed to Henry and Mira and said, "And you too!"

"You're a mercenary, and instead of being on the side of the mercenaries and your teammates, you're eating inside and out—" Benois covered Jeanne's mouth, Alain's ears flushed but his face turned white with anger.

"It's not good to have a conflict here. Benois, who looked like a good old man, tried hard to be the mediator, and Alain, who had lost face, gritted his teeth and glanced at everyone in the room angrily, and then directly bumped into Ann, who was standing at the door, and walked away.

"......" The sorceress quietly frowned and rubbed her shoulder, which hurt when she was pushed open and hit the wooden door, but she only maintained her usual silence and did not open her mouth.

"Looks like you're leaving?" Benois, who was only about 5 centimeters less tall than Henry, looked like a thin bamboo pole, and he stood straight at the wooden door, and because of his height the archer could only bend over, which was uncomfortable, but the good old man was still smiling.

"Yes, mercenary missions can be accepted elsewhere, and I want Mira to exercise first. Henry said this, he did not mention the previous events, the sage is not the kind of person who likes to talk about it. And judging from Benois's current performance, he should have listened to Jeanne and Ann on the way here.

The two archers, a man and a woman, are obviously in a romantic relationship, and although it was Alain who came to take the initiative to talk to Henry, it seems that the people who are really maintaining this small group as a whole and doing practical things are all like Benois.

The young archer, who was perhaps the actual leader, showed the composure and professionalism he deserved, and instead of inviting Henry to stay, he reached out and took out the pre-allocated bounty from his coat pocket and handed it to Henry.

"Your mercenary card already has a record of completing this mission, although it is not much, but it is also the first step. This is the bounty this time. He said, and the sage took the little leash and weighed it, about twenty silver coins.

The bounty is 80 silver coins, and it would have been 13 per person if everyone split it equally, but considering the cost of transportation and the like, it would be reasonable to give them 20.

"I wish you all the best in your future actions, and there will be a period in the future. Benoit, apparently a native of the country, addressed the sage in the greetings of sailors, and Jeanne and Ann nodded to them.

"It's all smooth sailing, and there will be a period later. Henry and Mila walked out, and the white-haired Lorian Lori took one last look back at the small leather bag with her clothes, and the sorceress smiled at her again, then waved her hand.

A lot of things happened in the few days of encounter, and when they said goodbye, they both embarked on their own paths in life.

Riding slowly past the center of the town, many of the busy mercenaries looked up and saw the great sword that Henry was carrying behind his back, and remembered the impressive scene of yesterday, they all stopped and looked at this unique combination from a distance.

"Hey, have a nice trip. Someone behind him shouted like this, Henry turned his head, as if he had a mercenary who had met yesterday, he waved his hand and gestured, and then slowly left.

The melodious music of Sivalier sounded from nowhere, and the sun shone on the body, giving a hint of warmth.

"Dada. The sound changed to "step, step", and the place where the horseshoe stepped turned from the stone-paved ground to the dirt of the country road.

The Sivalier-style windmill spins leisurely under the gray-blue sky of late autumn afternoon, piles of harvested wheat are piled up at the door of the mill, and busy farmers sit in rocking chairs and close their eyes and taste hot tea.

A clanging sound sounded nearby, and it was clear which blacksmith was busy crafting something.

The smoke curled up into the sky, and I took a deep breath of cool air, and the salty and fishy smell of the sea breeze blowing from the port of Vasha was still clearly audible here.

But compared to Kia Venera, the people of this land live a much more soothing and peaceful life.

"If we keep going like this, we don't beat each other around, how nice. Mira said with emotion, and Henry grabbed the reins, smiled and touched her little head.