The last wild boar was found by everyone in the evening of that day, and Alain, who was carrying a one-handed sword with a cold face, walked silently to the front this time, looking left and right, as if to find out the young boar who had lost his face.

But the wild boar, which was blind in one eye, was never found, and after a chase they found another adult boar wandering alone in the moonlight, they succeeded in capturing it.

Mission accomplished, but how to get these things back is a big problem.

Fortunately, Henry and Mira had horses, so they only had to convert the previous carriage into a trailer, and then use the horses to drag the boar to the top of the boar, and then hire a cheap wagon to transport it to the designated delivery location when they arrived in the town.

The truck drivers of the local town of Lazar were well versed in this, and after carrying all the wild boars to the back rack, Benois sat next to the driver and went to deliver the task, while the others stayed in the area for the time being and repaired.

The cold atmosphere between Alain and Henry, who was still haunted by the previous events, was obvious, and everyone quietly did not mention it.

The group, who had eaten salty meat and hard bread for several days, were now desperate for fresh food, so they looked for a small tavern, sat down at the wooden table on the first floor, and when the shopkeeper came to inquire enthusiastically, they asked for some of the most ordinary food.

Vegetables and lamb and pork cooked directly in water were served with homemade sauces, and Sivalier-style strips of bread were also generously served.

But before everyone could enjoy the meal, the door to the tavern was brutally pushed open.

The moment he looked up at the visitor, the shopkeeper's face changed suddenly, and Henry and Mira turned around, and a knight of Sivalier, full of plate armor and flesh, stood in the doorway.

"I've heard that some damn Roan bandits have gotten here, is that true!" the knight said aloud in Sivalier, and then he noticed Mira first, and despite the green mercenary badge on the girl's chest, it didn't prove anything to him - the knight walked straight towards the girl.

- The visitor was not good, and both Ann and Jeanne looked worried and nervous. Heng glanced at Alain with his peripheral vision, and the corner of the one-handed swordsman's mouth hung with a trace of the arc that quickly disappeared did not escape his eyes.

"I—what do I see?" said the knight in a heavy voice, and a nervous look appeared on Mira's little face—she couldn't understand what the other was saying, but this kind of scene was common for girls—she had been found in her past countless times just because of this gray hair, and only she could understand the pain and grievances—but this time it was different.

Before the knightly nobles could get closer, Henry stood up.

"Do you have any questions, sir. Henry, who was a skilled speaker of Sivalier, looked down at the knight who had only reached the height of his chest, and the meaty knight glanced upwards at Henry, the green card on Henry's chest, to be exact, and then showed a clear disdain on his face.

He raised his hand, and then pushed it directly towards Henry's chest.

After all, the knight had been trained in battle for many years, and he was still very sure of his strength, but the sage did not retreat or simply fall as he expected, but stood in place, as if he were pushing a wall.

"What's going on......" Everyone in the tavern was looking at him, and the corner of Jazz's eyes twitched, and then he punched Henry directly with the palm of his iron glove.

"I said, 'Why is there a fight all of a sudden, sir?' As if strolling leisurely, the sage stepped back behind him, unhurriedly avoiding the punch.

"you!" a stumbling jazz threw a punch into the air, and the man in the tavern chuckled lowly, and in annoyance, he straightened up and punched Henry again, but unexpectedly swung it again.

Once it could be luck, twice it could be a coincidence, but when three attacks in a row don't work, unless your brain is completely out of use, you'll definitely start to think that the other person may not be as weak as they seem.

Even if it is indeed more inconvenient to move in plate armor, the opponent moves so smoothly at this height, not only in terms of physical fitness, but also from the fact that he can repeatedly dodge his own attacks, it can also be seen that he has a lot of combat experience.

It would not be a good thing to be entangled in such a public place like this without the certainty of victory—he glanced at Mira next to him and the other three people at the table, and Alain nodded at him for some reason, and Sir ignored him, but looked at Henry again.

"I am Jérémie, Maurice Jérémie, Sir Sivalier, and as a nobleman, I ask you to fulfill the second article of the mercenary law, obey my command, and accept the conscription to exterminate the Loan bandits in the nearby Black Mountain region. Jeremi crossed his waist and glanced around, there were many people in the tavern who looked like adventurers with weapons and armor, he smiled slightly, and then continued.

"This call is valid for everyone in this premises, it was signed by Archbishop Prospel, it works immediately, and anyone who does not respond must hand over 8 gold coins of Sivalier to me as compensation!"

The loud voice echoed throughout the tavern, and the mercenaries and adventurers who had eaten half of the meal sighed for a while. The price of eight Sivalier gold coins was too high for these ordinary people to afford, but it was reluctant for them to respond to the call.

The reason is simple - you have no money to take, you have to work hard.

Recruitments are usually initiated by a nobleman or bishop of the earl rank, and any mercenary who hears of it must be compulsorily participated.

It doesn't pay anything, and it's usually fought by murderous professional bandits, so it's extremely dangerous.

Theoretically, the money looted by the bandits could be used as spoils of war by the mercenaries, so they could still get some profit - but that's what the rules say, but in practice?

The archbishop who issued the quest and the noble knight who led the team would start with "These things are the property of the commoners that have been plundered and must be returned." "Ask the mercenaries to hand over the loot they have earned, and if you refuse, then you are in the same position as the thief you just hacked to death.

It was the mercenaries who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives, and it was the nobles and bishops who enjoyed the sacrifices, so it is no wonder that when Jerémi made this announcement, everyone, including the shopkeeper, had a drooping face.

The mercenary was so needless to explain, and the shopkeeper, in large part, was due to the fact that many of his guests sitting here today might not come again.

Maybe it's dead, even if it's not dead, this kind of bad luck that you can step on after eating, and the superstitious mercenaries are likely to stay away from this place.

A few were happy and some worried, and in all the mercenaries who had to put down their lunch and walk outside, Alain and Sir Jerémy were the only ones who could laugh - the one-handed swordsman in his twenties left his companion behind and ran to the front and began to talk to the knight, and although the other man ignored him, Alain still smiled and welcomed, and looked back at Henry from time to time with a twinkle in his eyes.

“...... Be careful, that guy has always been more ...... Immature. Jeanne, who had never spoken to Henry much, came over, and the archer, with short burgundy hair and wheat-skinned skin, glanced at Alain with a flattering face and then whispered: "Although I have known him for many years, to be honest, I have never liked him very much, he is too vain, and he will be revenged, I don't know what conflicts you have had before, but in short, be careful, the next battle requires everyone's attention." ”

Jeanne, the eldest of the group in Alain, looked like a big sister, and Henry smiled helplessly, then touched her head.

"Ahh

"Thank you. Henry said this, and Jeanne glanced at him and shook his head: "This is because your cooking is delicious, and it is the first time I have known that you can cook such delicious food with bacon and black bread." ”

"Even if you eat it for a week, you will lose your appetite. She said this, then stepped aside and stood with Ann.

Henry glanced at the two ladies again, and the sorceress nodded at him and Mira with a worried look on her face, but she was not a good man of words, so she only stayed at this point.

Lunch was not finished, but fortunately the people were not very hungry, and they followed Jeremy to the small square in the center of Lazar, where a wide guillotine was built next to a mossy well, and the parchment nailed to a log pillar on the side was written in the West Valiya language about the defeat of the West Valier cavalry by Avenella the previous day.

The writer of this message added a great deal of personal subjectivity, and in his words there was no lack of indignation and resentment at the fact that these poor Avenella boars had dared to rebel against Sivalier, and why the noble cavalry of the kingdom had been defeated so simply.

The crowd immediately saw it, and Jeremy followed the eyes of the others, and then his face changed, and he strode forward and tore it off, tearing it to pieces.

"Son of a bitch!" said Sir as he tossed the shredded parchment on the ground and stomped on it and spitted on it, and more mercenaries with the same drooping faces were led out from here and there by the other knights and sergeants in armor.

Jerémi, who seemed to be the head of the call-up here, grabbed the pillar with one hand and jumped onto the guillotine, his shoe-clad boots kicking the guillotine board a few times, "Knock! knock!" The noisy mercenaries fell silent, caught by the loud noise.

"Three days ago. Jerémy shouted in the lingua franca of Sivalier's accent.

"A squad of light wagons from the Prospel Chamber of Commerce has been attacked by robbers. ”

"Everyone was killed, goods, horses were looted, even clothes and weapons were stripped and taken away. "The guards who arrived later found a Loan man in the nearby forest who had been left dead by his companions, and the tattoos on his body indicate that he had attacked a gang we call Montenegro. ”

Many of the mercenaries exploded the moment he pronounced the term, and Henry glanced aside with a frown, a name that seemed to be quite famous to the locals—though certainly not a good one.

"Woo oh - quiet down. Jeremy kicked the plank with his boot again, making a loud "thump!" sound, quieting the noisy mercenaries.

"I'm trying to say that these stupid Loan mongrels have chosen the wrong target, and that wagon is carrying the tribute to Archbishop Prospel, silk, honey, and a whole box of high-grade magic crystals. Gerémie tilted his head from side to side, his shoulders a little uncomfortable with his full body armor, and his neck made a crisp "click", and then Sir Sivalier continued: "They who have reached out their dirty hands to these things are purely looking for death, our scouts have found the location of their den, this is an honorable task, to give their blood to the Bishop to reclaim his tribute." ”

Jeremy smiled and said, "Mercenaries. ”

"It's hunting season. ”

"Don't let any gray-haired dog mongrel live. ”

He said this, and Henry looked at Mira, her face solemn, and although she did not say a word, her right hand grasped the hilt of the long sword at her waist with such force that it was almost bloodless.

"Hoo ......"

Mira let out a long breath, and the heat in Sivalier's mouth, which was already close to winter, condensed into a white mist.

It makes people wonder if even people's hearts have become so cold.