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The place where the mercenaries gathered was a small square in the city.

Or rather, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a wasteland, which is close to the city walls, and from the corridors leading to it, it may have been a place for the accumulation of stone or ordnance.

Now, it was covered with layers of tents, but in addition to the Scythe and Hammerhead mercenary groups, there were at least two mercenary groups of comparable size, and in terms of size, they seemed to be at least half the size of the former. According to the experience of a certain hunter, there is a member of a mercenary group among them, and it may even exceed two hundred, but these mercenaries are somewhat standardized, and there is a gap between the three tents.

And that person is standing right in the middle of this gap at this moment.

In fact, the figure's appearance didn't seem to be very conspicuous either—the wide striped burqa obscured him, the hood low, and the only thing that was exposed, except for a small chin that took on an eerie jet-black hue—seemed to be a wooden mask that extended from the hood and wrapped the face, and even the neck, tightly around it.

What's more, he is now surrounded by a few people, a few mercenaries dressed as tall cows and horses, besieging a sparse semicircle, almost drowning the not tall and strong people in the flower robes, only the fierce voice is getting louder and louder, and finally it turns into a series of angry scolding, which is eye-catching, so that the three mercenaries begin to move closer in that direction. Among the mercenaries, there is obviously no shortage of characters who are afraid of chaos in the world, and several of them have already pressed their hands on their respective weapons.

However. The first thing Edward noticed was this small figure.

The latter's light burqa swayed in the wind, and the figure below seemed to be extremely thin.

"Vasily, what's going on here?"

Starling, who was walking in front of the group, frowned, and beckoned a mercenary who was obviously about to go up and join in the fun.

"Deputy Commander, Sverdrov, they sneaked out and got a pig back," the guy who had given up the bustle a little reluctantly, swarthy and thin. A gloating face looked at the gradually surrounding crowd from time to time: "But that bastard got the news from somewhere, and actually came to forbid us to build a bonfire, saying that it was easy to leak military information, and even a simple stove was not allowed to be built." So Sverdrov couldn't get angry, so they quarreled with him. ”

"Nonsense!" the deputy head of the mercenary frowned deeply and scolded in a low voice.

"But Deputy Commander, you can't blame the brothers, you know, what they sent. There was only the black bread, boiled rotten vegetables, and kale! The people who ate it were about to have a golden star! The brothers hadn't even eaten lunch. I finally scraped together more than 100 gold coins and bought some meat, but I couldn't bake it! There were only three stoves in the house, and there were more than 500 people in our three mercenary groups here, which was definitely not enough, and it was impossible to use it for barbecue. ”

"Then just boil the meat and eat it?"

"This ...... Mr. Mage, you probably don't know that Swan Castle is now under military control, and several times the grain has been levied. Ready-made bacon has been sold for almost a hundred pounds, and the price has risen to three gold coins a pound, and only acquaintances have to have it, as for boiled meat...... Now there is no spice to sell in this city, and the brothers can't eat it. ”

The voice coming from the black robe made the mercenary with a 'righteous indignation' look stunned, he didn't know what the origin of this black-clothed figure was. However, since the other party was wearing a mage robe and standing with his deputy captain, it was obviously not small, so he paused. Finally, I had the patience to explain.

"It's stupid. The Psychic snorted disdainfully.

For meat, this world is still bacon, or roasted more, there are also frying methods, but rarely cooked, because the general meat will produce a fishy smell when cooking, especially the beast that has not been castrated, the taste is heavier, and on this continent, things such as green onion and ginger have not been widely cultivated, the price of spices is extremely expensive, ordinary pepper usually costs more than 100 gold coins a pound, and even in some more remote areas in some years, the price is not uncommon to be ten times higher, and only a person who attaches great importance to appetite will always prepare more than five or six kinds of spices, as for the simple food of these mercenaries, being able to have salt is considered a good treatment.

However, barbecue meat usually pays more attention to the heat than cooking, and if you are not careful, it will burn, so usually the food provided by this collective is only boiled meat pieces in plain water, at most some cabbage or lettuce, and the taste can only be said to be undead. Such a thing is indeed a rare delicacy for those farmers or poor people, but for mercenaries who are accustomed to big fish and meat, the fishy smell is indeed a big problem.

"It's not that hard to deal with this kind of thing...... Just now I saw that there are still oranges sold in the city, you go and buy a basket and come back, and in addition, there is also that little green orchid fruit, which is the kind of green fruit, which is used as a base for wine, if you see it, buy some back, try to get as much as possible. After thinking about it, he spoke.

"So, Mr. Mage, what are you going to do with something, that kind of thing can't be used as food?"

The mercenary named Vasily was stunned for a moment - after all, Swan Castle is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and these wild fruits and other things are also collected by the civilians, but they are not very good, and the occasional guy who needs to clear his stomach, or those who are poor, are interested in them.

"Let you go, you go, where so much nonsense!"

The muscles in Stalin's face twitched and he growled. The mercenary leader's face showed a hideous helplessness, and he turned to Edward: "So, Lord Ghris, do you have any new methods? I seem to have heard of cooking meat and fruit together, but ......"

The Psychic Warlock smiled mysteriously, and just looked into the distance. "Who's that guy?" he chuckled at the commotion.

"I don't know, but Gabr, the city's defender, seems to be doing what she says, and Captain Lenion tells us to do what he does. So he seems to be a very powerful guy. ”

Stalin smiled bitterly and explained, "As a result, he has now made three rules for all mercenaries, that is, it is forbidden to drink, it is forbidden to harass civilians, and it is forbidden to fight. It's so troublesome that we can't live in peace. In addition, except for the high-ranking members of the mercenary group, the rest of us are strictly forbidden to leave this so-called station, and we have been here for three days now, so Captain Lenion will take over this errand of transporting grain and grass, although he has left the city. It's a bit frustrating, but at least we're a little bit more on the march. ”

Edward nodded.

Due to the danger of work and the frequent neighboring of death, it is impossible for mercenaries not to seek excitement to relieve stress...... And in this era of lack of culture and entertainment, these stimuli are nothing more than drinking, gambling and finding women.

In fact, many cities have a more casual attitude towards mercenaries - for these mercenaries who may not have a tomorrow, it is difficult to keep money in their hands, and they would rather buy a better weapon with a large amount of money. Or it is wasted on a big meal and drink, so the consumption of mercenaries will always have a great stimulating effect on the city.

But it's also because of this wandering wreckage. Mercenaries are used as a vulgar representation in most cities......

The so-called regular army, especially those with status, has its own reserves, and they disdain to deal with mercenaries. In their opinion, the mercenaries are not only vulgar, but also insatiable...... Fighting for money is not a real soldier at all, and dealing with these people is a very non-self-respecting practice, especially since treachery and the like do happen among mercenaries, so the average regular army prefers to have these guys stationed outside the city rather than near strategic points such as city walls.

So. It's a little weird.

At this juncture, the distant dispute quickly turned into a standoff.

"They have never taken Lao Tzu seriously, we are not human at all in their eyes!" Noticing that the mercenaries were overwhelmingly surrounded him, the mercenary with a loud voice was obviously getting more and more emboldened, and even simply confused black and white, and loudly encouraged the people around him: "When I was hired, I said that I would provide three meals a day, but now there are only two meals a day." And give this kind of stuff that pigs don't eat to the old men!" "Don't you even let the old men out of the camp gate, don't you treat us as prisoners? What the hell do these guys want to do? We are here to fight for the Duke as soldiers, not to be starved by you!"

But at this time, real interference also came - three heavily armed knights ran down from the city walls with a clatter. Turning down the stairs, they drew their swords in unison, "Stand back, get back to your kennel!" they shouted, but the mercenaries on the other side also unceremoniously drew their weapons, and the circle was already tense for a moment.

"Disperse immediately, those who violate the order will be engaged in military law!"

The man finally uttered the first treble so far. Or maybe it was because of the mask on his face, and there was some echo of urns in his voice, but with that voice, his whole person's momentum suddenly became sharper.

Edward in the distance narrowed his eyes slightly......

"Military law? Are you scared when you are a b......itch?"

The loudest mercenary froze, but the growing crowd of onlookers made him let out a loud sneer and draw the long sword at his waist.

It's just that this exhaling curse stopped abruptly as soon as he spit out half of it!

There was a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen, and a strong concussion, which made his whole body numb in an instant! his body instantly arched like a shrimp, he hung his head, desperately inhaling, and the convulsion of his lower abdomen made him unable to breathe in any air. He lowered his head, and then he saw that there was a wooden staff against his abdomen, but he did not notice when the staff, which was almost a man tall, was taken out and how it was placed sideways on his stomach.

"Murder! Murder!"

The poor worm's slow slump movement triggered a malicious roar around him, "Give him some color and see!" "Kill him!"

Obviously, the purpose of some mercenaries who wanted to vent their anger was easy to achieve - these full of malice soon turned into unsheathed swords, raised war hammers and axes.

Something, get a head start!

With a rumbling whisper, the ground shook suddenly! Whip-like black shadows slammed out!

In the moment when everyone was caught off guard, these black shadows had extended more than a dozen feet in length...... Dark brown, long vines grow outward at incredible speed, and violently entangle every mercenary in their vicinity like animals!

"What is this...... Uh-aa-aaaa......a

The mercenaries screamed and struggled, trying to use their weapons against the vines, trying to make them loosen themselves, but the brown stuff was unbelievably tough! The more you resist, the tighter these things become. As a result, more than a dozen mercenaries quickly lost the strength to struggle, their eyes rolled and their tongues were stuck out!

A druid.

The soil on the ground churned, stretching out more tentacles, and the remaining fighting spirit of the mercenaries was also consumed, and they kept shaking in the face of those snakes and whips. With the whizzing sound of the branches, they can only choose to retreat in desperation. For the blades in their hands left only a few white marks on the brown bark, and if they retreated a little slower, they would immediately follow in the footsteps of those unfortunate bastards!

Flutter!

In the midst of everyone's panic, a not loud voice will put an end to Yiqiē!

A strong, sour smell began to permeate. The emerald green color erupted into a large piece of terrible acid around the rhizomes of those plants, and this liquid squeaked outward, corroding something that could be corroded, turning the vines that had grown like living creatures into a charred black!

And so the next moment. The vines vanished into ashes, and the poor ones were finally able to escape.

"What is the need to spare people and spare people, and to get human lives?" the words ringed in his ears, causing the druid to turn his head—his gaze fell on the slowly approaching black figure, and he let out a snort of disgust.

"Who are you?"

"This is the mage of our mercenary group, Lord Bell Grylls. Starling on the side shook his head, but he could only smile at the moment. Speak loudly.

"Didn't you say there are only two mages in your group?"

"That's just because you didn't specify the time limit given to us at the time, I thought you were going to do it immediately, and you didn't give us time to explain it later?" The mercenary leader's smile remained the same, but the guy's fleshy face was huddled together. It's more like a threat than a smile. "He just arrived because of some personal matters. In this way, the manning of the escort task we applied for is already full, and it just so happens that you are also here, so I would like to ask, when can we leave?"

"The convoy will leave tomorrow, you know. ”

The druid looked up, stared at the psychic warlock with a pair of gray eyes in his mask, and after half a sound, "Do it yourself." The guy coldly dropped a sentence and walked forward with a few knights behind him, so the mercenaries who had gathered along the way gave way, lest they could avoid being hurt by some magic.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the wide, striped burqa that swayed from side to side, and Edward let out a low sneer. And some dumbfounded watched this qiē happen, but it was only at this time that little Ryan finally couldn't help but speak.

"That...... Teacher, why are you doing this?"

In his opinion, this approach is very inappropriate, for the sake of a group of meaningless mercenaries to offend a powerful person in the city, in fact, anyone can judge that this druid is far more important than those few mercenaries who owe money.

"I can't get used to it. Edward laughed.

Glancing over the few mercenaries who had escaped death, of course the Psychic Warlock didn't need to explain, his purpose was not this castle, but food, and it happened that this kind of task could almost be said to be a match made in heaven, how could he just let it go? At this time, the score of leaving some more impressions on the mercenaries is naturally much more important than contacting the managers of those cities.

Maybe it won't be long before those managers will know who their enemies are, make a good impression on them, and have a fart effect?

In fact, it is not difficult to win the hearts of the mercenaries.

The fruit was quickly bought, and it only took two silver coins to use in a basket, this citrus has not been improved, the skin is thick and small, and it is very sour, but the orange peel is peeled off and dried, chopped and thrown into the broth, but the fishy smell of the meat can be greatly reduced, in addition, someone also found some wild fruits unique to this plane, this green thing is similar to hawthorn but more sour, but it tastes good when used to cook soup.

So, when the rich aroma of the pot took over most people's noses, Bell Grylls, a gourmet, became the name of the whole camp.

And this recitation, which continued until the moon rose, had begun to exaggerate the many legends of the gourmet, who drank the broth, nibbled on the flesh of oranges, relished that the mage had killed a dragon, eaten the brains of the flying lizard, had drunk wine with the wings of demons, and, most mysteriously, had even worked as a cook for the feasts of the gods.

But at this time, no one seemed to notice that the house where the 'chef of the gods' lived was empty.

The silver moonlight cast a white spot on the central spire of Swan Castle, and in the shadow of this white spot, there was a little mottled trace......