Rise In Calradia

"Of course, there are always a lot of idlers here who do not want to farm and choose to make blood. The veterans who can fight and the retired veterans always lose their money for various reasons. You are willing to pay for them. Just be willing to die. You think your money is enough to hire a few people. I can contact you, but I will charge you a little consulting fee."

"After finishing my work last time, I lost a few brothers, but I also made a lot of money. In fact, I plan to use the money to do some business. I need a good enough guard and a good guide. Help us avoid all troublesome roads."

The most important thing for Byron now is to leave the Kingdom of Nord and go to the relatively safe Kingdom of Wikiah. Although he did come to Nord as a business before, he didn’t do anything except a few major roads. Remember, he needs a good guide to lead himself out of here. As for the reason, just like what he said to the boss just now, a mercenary who lost all his comrades and had his savings turned into a business. It doesn’t sound like a problem. After all, quite a few mercenaries have worked as caravan guards. .

"Change to business? Interesting, I hope you can make money. (Whisper: instead of losing all your capital or dying at the hands of a robber) Then, let me think about what suitable candidates are here." The tavern owner heard bye. Lun curled his lips, murmured without a smile, and then lowered his head to think.

"There are not many crops that are mature this season. There are not many caravan guards who come here... I can recommend Big Bear and his brothers. They used to be loggers who can make axes and their bodies are very strong, especially It’s Daxiong himself. It’s not for no reason that everyone gave him this nickname. Now the trees around the town have been cut down to plant the land, and they have no money to make money. They come out and work hard. They are all local people. Reliable. If you can afford the money, there is a veteran who can also go with you. He has lost all his savings by betting on the dice, and now he takes everything." The tavern owner recommended.

"What about the guide? I still need a good guide."

"A good guide is not easy to find, especially the way to get to know the whole kingdom. It's not a time for business trips. I wonder if the whole Jerburg can find such a person. Sorry, man, but that's the truth. "The boss shrugged, saying that there is no suitable candidate.

In this regard, Byron has nothing but to believe his words for the time being, and ask him to recommend someone who is familiar with the surrounding area to act as a temporary guide. This time the other party was very refreshed, telling that there are many such people in the village, especially the veteran he recommended to the other party. His age represents experience. He may be a little older, but he has been to many places with the army. At least if Byron is going to Wooze or Suggs, he will lead the way.

"Well, now there is only one thing left, where should I find them?"

"Big Bear and his three brothers, I can contact you, but you have to give them a suitable number, otherwise..."

Before the boss finished speaking, Byron took out a slightly faded gold coin from his waist wallet and tapped it on the counter with two fingers.

"This is a deposit. Let them bring equipment and come to see me. If I am satisfied, I can give them a generous remuneration. But it is best that they are honest and reliable as you said. I don't want someone to take it one night. With my goods and belongings escaping, I have to work hard to clean the door."

"Well, I think both of you will be satisfied."

Looking at the gold coins in Byron's hand, the owner's eyes flashed a light. After running the tavern for many years, he also had savings. He also had a few of these small gold coins. His jealousy was not enough, but he shot such a generous mercenary. The boss is quite rare. He no longer worried that the other party would not be able to make money, and he began to wonder if Big Bear and the others could get the eyes of this wealthy mercenary captain.

As for the veteran, the boss told Byron his address and told Byron that the veteran had better find him in person and negotiate face-to-face. He said that the veteran had a weird temper, and he would not come if he didn't go in person.

In that case, Byron only had to pass by himself. However, he did not forget the problem of self-defense. He hung a battlefield, hatchet, and armed sword on the armed belt around his waist. Whether it was indoors or outdoors, he could use appropriate weapons to counterattack. He also brought the money pocket stored in the saddle bag, which was a must-have item for the noble knight, and was of the same importance as the weapon. If something goes wrong, gold and silver can show their financial power to the opponent who captured him, persuade him to bypass his life, and then wait for the knight to redeem himself with more money. Of course, this is not always very safe. Sometimes if the opponent is too lazy to ask for a ransom, these pockets of money will become their spoils. This is why Byron can always seize a dinar cash at the end of the battle.

After getting ready, Byron came to the dilapidated cabin and knocked on the door.

"Which nasty ghost is bothering me?!"

He had just knocked on the door three times when he heard an angry voice coming from behind the door.

"Listen well, if you send it to the accountant, you can go back and tell him that I will pay the account when I have money. If he bites, I will break your wrists!"

Obviously, the other party was as embarrassed as the tavernkeeper said, so that Byron would be more sure of recruiting him.

"Don't get me wrong, Egilsson, I'm just a mercenary captain, and I do a little business by the way. I need manpower now, and the owner of the tavern says you can help me."

"Who? The liquor seller? Okay, I told him about it. Okay, mercenary, are you rich?"

"Would you like to listen?" Byron said, shaking his money bag full of silver and gold coins.

After a short silence, the wooden door opened with a creaking sound, and a man who looked about fifty years old but still very strong appeared in front of Byron.

His beard and hair are showing signs of whitening, and his clothes are worn and old, but they are very clean. It can be seen that he has once been radiant, otherwise there is no need to decorate himself in such a vain. He is strong, at least 1.9 meters tall, and Byron even needs to look up when he looks at him. There is no particularly obvious muscle shape on his body, but the seemingly cylindrical body is very strong, the arms and calves are strong and powerful, which is really suitable for fighting, powerful and powerful, and the ability to withstand skin injuries is better than those of muscular men powerful. The scars that can be seen everywhere on his body are the best proof of Byron's guess.

"Come in, let's talk."

After taking a brief look at Byron, Egilsson turned his body to signal Byron to enter the door, keeping his eyes on the purse.

As soon as Byron entered the house, he pushed the door straight up, almost frightening Byron into a cold sweat. His previous confidence in his own strength, after seeing this guy called a humanoid monster, was not left at all. But he began to calm down, sitting on a broken round stool pretending to be composed, and chatting with the other party.

"How do you call it?" Egilsson asked, staring.

"Ah... you can call me Monet, Monet... Herbart."

Byron was almost stunned by the other person's question, but fortunately, he had already made up a weird and difficult to distinguish between the true and the false name for himself. He didn't know why he suddenly thought of this name, as if a voice kept telling him to say it.

"Monet Heckard? Or Hebart? Forget it, hell. (Whisper: what kind of parents would give children this kind of name. Hearing such a weird name, Egilsson frowned Head, spit out a few words in a low voice.

"Well, the guy with the strange name, I have never heard of you and your mercenaries. But you can tell from the death or departure of your men that you are not very competent as a captain. What? How did you ask me to know? Nonsense, I’ve found me here. I’m still an old mercenary. What else can I do if I’m not entrusted with a problem and suffered a loss. If I used to, I wouldn’t have promised you, but now I owe a lot of money. It's time to pick. Let's talk, what kind of work?" The other party asked indifferently.

"Protect my caravan, my little business, from this to Vicia, maybe even further east. If you think it's feasible, just say a price. You can see that you have honed in the war. I am capable of hiring a good player like you." Byron was deliberately vague so that the other party could not figure out his purpose, but judging from the other party's situation, he should not refuse.

"It's as simple as that? Okay, I see, your goods are not clean, or you don’t want to pay taxes to the Jarres, and you don’t want to take a good road. I can pick up this job, a deposit of 50 dinars, I It has to be used to pay off the debt. The salary is paid every Monday, 12 dinars, half and half if there is a trophy. Believe me, when you hire me, you will know that there is not much. If you can't afford it, then you go. "

The opponent's price was very high, and his attitude was very arrogant, but Monet could hear the meaning of bargaining in his tone. This time, it was Byron's turn to look at each other.

"Are you equipped?" he asked.

"No, it's all over there."

Egilsson pointed at it casually, and Byron looked in that direction and saw a set of well-maintained equipment hung there with an armor stand, and a large axe and shield were placed by the wall.

It is a set of high-quality chain armor similar to the quality of Byron's chain armor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and there is a layer of leather with a lot of rivets on the chain armor. It is impossible to break this chain if you look for a sword. A solid defense. The Nordic goggles hung on the bracket, with a lot of scratches on it, but it's still mostly intact. The huge battle axe held in both hands and the combat axe used in conjunction with the round shield were polished brightly, and were stacked in the corner with several other somewhat corrupt weapons. On that huge round shield, Byron still vaguely saw the almost faded blue background and bird-shaped black shadow.

"You are a royal guard!" Byron blurted out in surprise.

"It used to be." Egilsson's body trembled, and a blush flashed across his face, as if he was thinking of the glorious times in the past.

"15 dinars per week, the loot you get, unless you have special needs, will be yours. If possible, I hope we will leave early tomorrow morning!"

Byron stood up and handed a few large silver coins into his hand with a solemn expression. Egilsson looked at him in surprise and looked at the money in his hand. The sad expression on his face gradually faded and his tone eased a lot.

"It's up to you, Captain."

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