Bafort used to be a resident of the town of Kers, relying on helping other people in the town to do some helpers for some money to live, because he was addicted to alcohol, and his pockets were empty, sometimes he would do some stealing and stealing things when he was greedy, and he would inevitably be beaten after being caught by the victim, because of some of his bad behavior, no one in the town of Kers would no longer look for him to do things, and there was no way but to be forced to leave the town of Fox to beg for a living elsewhere.

After he left the town, he also tried to work as a helper for money, but he never got rid of his addiction to alcohol, and when he didn't have enough money to spend, he started stealing again, until he became a beggar after someone broke his leg.

Barfort, now almost fifty years old, was lying in the sun in a corner of Friege, with many flies buzzing around him, occasionally annoying and waving his hand to drive away these annoying things, and beside him was a notched rotten crockpot, as dirty and greasy as he was.

Occasionally, when someone had to pass by him, he would quickly walk by with his nose covered in disgust, and there were many such beggars in the city of Frige.

Bafort survived by rummaging through the garbage for some food, and sometimes well-wishers would give him a few copper coins, and he barely survived from starvation.

When he was woken up by hunger, he scratched his hair like a bird's nest with his dry fingers, and a burst of dust and debris flew up, and there were a few lice stuck in his dark nails, and he didn't waste it, he flicked it into his mouth and ate it with a bang.

He sat up, put away the empty tattered crockpot, and limped around with his broken leg like a walking corpse, and he was going to try his luck near the tavern to see if he could find something to eat, or if he was lucky, who would give him a few copper coins.

Because of the stench on his body, whenever he stretched out his dry palm to ask for it, others would cover their noses and walk away, looking at this filthy beggar, no one would be willing to give him alms, as if the god of twilight had abandoned him, he was very weak and leaned in a dark corner, as long as he could have a bite to eat, he was willing to do anything.

Whenever someone passed in front of him, he would knock on his tattered crockpot with a small stick to make some noise, hoping to attract the attention of well-wishers, and when he did not report any hope, he saw two young men dressed as rangers, and when he threw a silver coin in his tattered crockpot, a crisp and pleasant sound sounded in the crockpot, which made him feel weak instantly, and he knelt down in front of the two young men, and thanked him a thousand times, as long as he had this silver coin, he could eat several pieces of bread to his heart's content, and buy a large glass of ale。

"Lance, you're giving too much, you just need to give a few copper coins. Ike frowned when he saw that Ike had thrown a silver coin to the beggar, but Lance had already thrown the silver coin into the beggar's crockpot in a dashing manner, and he would not be able to get it back, but he was a little dissatisfied.

"You see he's already like this, give him more, we can become mercenaries, we can earn more when the money runs out, and we can also be tempered and improved in the mission. Lance said reasonably, and Ike couldn't say anything, the money bag in his arms was what Bernie had saved through all these years, so he wouldn't spend money like this loser.

Seeing Ike frowning and a little displeased, the two of them traveled together, Lance didn't want to have an argument just after he arrived in Frigue City, they grew up together and were like-minded partners, so Lance continued to speak: "Let's go to the mercenary union to register first, and then I invite you to the tavern for a drink." ”

"We have to save some money, not be so extravagant. "Icke is different from Lance, Bernie doesn't spoil him the way Candita spoils Lance, and without his mother's love, Ike is always more mature than Lance. After he finished speaking, he thought again: "Just ask me to drink a large glass of ale." ”

"No problem, Ike, this time our destination is on the northern border, we need to plan well. Although Lance seems to spend lavishly, he is more active in thinking than Ike, and the two of them can be said to have their own advantages.

The mercenary guild in Frigue City is not as Candita described, there are many mercenaries looking for suitable tasks in it, and there are many employers posting well-paid recruitment tasks in it, in fact, the mercenary guild in Frige City is very deserted, there are few people in it, Lance and Ike searched on the small blackboard with the mission written on it, but they did not find a suitable task.

"Lance, this is not what Uncle Candita described, the most expensive task is only four silver coins, and it is just to escort some food. Ike was a little frustrated, and sat in the deserted hall of the guild, where the guild staff had registered them and continued to sleep on his stomach.

Lance looked at a map on the wall in the hall and thought for a while before saying, "I think it's because this place is far away from the border, so it's relatively peaceful here, so there are no high-priced tasks, like the two-silver coin escort grain mission, I think it should be afraid of encountering robbers, so for the sake of safety, I want to hire some people to help protect it." Lance held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his left hand and rubbed his chin with his right hand, thinking very deeply and sophistically.

After a while, Lance took a closer look at the escort's mission route, which was sent to a small town north of Frieg City, which was relatively close to their destination, so Lance thought about it and patted Ike on the shoulder and told him: "Our first mission took this escort mission, which is very suitable for us, although the money is a little less, but it doesn't matter, you see that there can't be a better mission here!"

When the sleeping staff was woken up, they were a little angry, but out of the little work quality they had left, they politely asked, "Have you found a suitable task?" So after Lance explained the situation, the staff told him that the monastery would ring the bell twice more and come back to discuss some details with the employer.

After a quest is posted in the Mercenary Guild, they will come back after the fourth bell rings in the monastery in the afternoon to see if anyone has taken their quest, and after two more bells, the person who posted the quest will come back to check the quest.

There was still a lot of time for Lance and Ike to go to the tavern to eat, and after a day's journey, they only ate some dry food at noon, and had to go to the tavern to eat some hot food to be comfortable.

When the two bells rang, Lance and Ike returned to the mercenary guild on time, there were a few more people in the guild hall, and when they saw Lance and the two, the staff greeted him, and there was a fat man with a fat head and big ears standing next to him: "The task you want to take is what he posted." Discuss the details yourself, and after you have negotiated, you can remove the task!"

"Hello, my name is Blank, I need to transport a few truckloads of grain, but there have been a lot of robbers near Frigue City lately, so I need someone to escort me!" the fat man with big ears introduced himself, and then looked at Lance and Ike with some suspicion, although they wore the badge of a junior warrior monk on their chests, they were two young men, he smiled, and he had some plans in his heart, so he had some plans in his heart:

"My reward for this mission is only four silver coins in total, but I need four people to escort you, and you only have two people, so I can only give you one silver coin each, I hope you can understand, if you can accept it, we will leave tomorrow morning!"

Fat Blanc squinted his little eyes and rolled slightly, and the rest of the hall looked at him with disdain, such a simple escort task, it was already very lucky to be escorted by two martial monks with the rank of "beginner martial cultivator", and he actually had to reduce his four silver coins by half, he was really an unscrupulous businessman.

"No problem, where will we meet tomorrow morning?" Lance readily agreed, after all, so far, Lance has not suffered from lack of money.

"Cheerful, I like to deal with little brothers like you, and tomorrow morning, when the seventh bell of the monastery rings, I will be waiting for you at the north gate. Fat Blanc patted Lance and Ike on the shoulders, smiled and registered with the guild staff and paid some fees.

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There are a lot of beggars in Frigue City, usually they will form small groups of three or five or one or twenty people, or small gangs, to bully and rob those beggars who are lonely, such as beggars like Bafort, this group of people are not only beggars, they are also moths in Frige, they tend to do some things when they can.

When Lance and Ike, the two young warriors, threw a silver coin to Barfort, they were already noticed by a group of beggars, and when Lance and Ike had not gone far, Bafort's silver coin had been snatched by this group of beggars before it was hot.

Still, they had a good conscience and threw him a piece of moldy bread, and such a beggar was their favorite, old and disabled, and could easily win the sympathy of fledgling young men like Lance and Ike, who did not mind having another such beggar begging "for them".

"Berg, you see how these two warriors are dressed, their leather armor is very new, and the money bags they are hanging on are still so bulging, they are really eye-catching fat sheep. One of the slightly sturdy beggars looked at Lance and Ike, who had just walked out of the Mercenary Guild, and never took their eyes off the money bags on their waists.

"It's good luck that we've met these two novices, Cerf, and we're going to keep up, and we'll have to get the money bag when we get the chance. The beggar called Berg didn't seem to be doing this kind of thing, but Barfort, who had been listening to the beggars' plan silently, quietly limped away, and the group of beggars who had been paying attention to Lance and Ike did not notice Bafort's departure.

"Berg, knock on the stick or on the sack?" The other, who was even more obscene and dirty, looked at the other beggars with a wicked smile on his face.

"As far as your kid has a lot of ideas, they are martial monks, although they are only beginners, but they are not something we can deal with, it is better to put a sack on the safety point and knock the stuffy stick!" Berg patted this obscene and dirty beggar, and agreed with the measurement of this obscene beggar.

"Hey, hey......" In the spiritual world of several beggars, it seems that they have already held the money bags of Lance and Ike in their hands.

Just as Lance and Ike were separated from the fat profiteer Blank, they were about to enter an alley when they heard what seemed to be someone calling them.