A foreigner's journey

"That's...the Sword of Fire!"

Gus couldn't help but touch the hilt of the giant sword behind his shoulder. He was extremely impressed by Heather's ridiculous strength. If a mere staff officer of the Sword of Fire mercenary group is so fierce, then the twelve knights who are combatants are still not allowed to go to heaven?

Rickett, who was beside Gus, put his hand into his pocket and rubbed the skull gold coin, feeling a little uneasy.

Young people always have unrealistic dreams. Even a weak boy like Rickett once dreamed of possessing the powerful martial arts and clever mind of Griffith. Of course, whenever he wakes up from a dream in his heart, he will look at his thin body and sigh to himself, the dream is just a dream after all.

But that day, a mysterious wizard named Heather gave him a strange gold coin and made a prophecy that he would become greater than Griffith.

Even though Rickett didn't believe it, he still planted the seed in his heart. He claimed to his friends that he had spent the gold coin, but in fact he kept it close to him as a precious amulet.

But now, Rickett saw with his own eyes the companions of the mysterious wizard, the legendary Fire Sword mercenary group.

If these knights really have the legendary power, then regarding [Prophecy]... Thinking of this, Rickett clenched the skull gold coins tightly, his palms sweating slightly.

On the other side of the square, Sirius Black looked at the group of uninvited guests with a worried look on his face. He has also heard rumors about the [Fire Sword], but mercenaries know mercenaries best. It is not uncommon since ancient times for powerful knights to defeat a hundred, but those knights all have their names in history and were trained by great powers. A mighty hero. Twelve of these tough men appeared at once and they all joined a little-known mercenary group. Even a drunken third-rate bard wouldn't dare to sing like this, right?

He winked at the adjutant next to him, who immediately said loudly: "Although the Eagle Group was established not long ago, it has made great achievements. If we compete with them for this mission, our Sirius Constellation Mercenary Group can also accept it. But...this group What's going on with the wandering knights? Baron, General, aren't you two joking about the Sirius constellation and the Eagle Group?"

Griffith glanced at Sirius and said nothing. Casca behind him frowned. Was the other party planning to forcibly bind the Eagle Group to their side, and first join forces to drive away the Fire Sword mercenary group before the two sides compete?

However, the Eagle Group has only been famous for a short period of time. If the Sirius Mercenary Group really has the right to speak, the possibility of getting this mission is very low.

When White Dog Garda heard what Lieutenant Sirius said, his expression turned ugly. Was the other party secretly mocking him for leading the Fire Sword mercenary group to have internal relations?

"Bastard! It's our freedom to choose who to participate in this mission recruitment..."

Before Garda could finish his words, he was interrupted by Adjutant Sirius: "So, do you really intend to decide the ownership of such an important task based solely on your personal preferences? Mercenaries must abide by mercenary rules. In this case I’m afraid neither of our two mercenary groups will agree! And if it’s revealed, it won’t be good for Mitlan’s reputation, right?”

Not only Garda, but also Baron Mario froze while twirling his mustache. The Kingdom of Mitlan is not as good as the Yoda Empire. If they want to win this Hundred Years War, their military background is not at the same level. They can only use financial resources to recruit powerful mercenary groups. Once Mitlan's reputation in the mercenary world is ruined, it is foreseeable that those powerful mercenaries will no longer accept Mitlan's employment. Before the Yoda Empire destroys Mitlan, King Dignity will probably put them both into prison. Underground prison.

"Ah... Lord Garda, look..." Mario's face, which was already covered in thick powder, became increasingly pale, and he looked at Garda and the Knights of the Round Table behind him with a fake smile.

Garda was a little panicked and said in a low voice: "Wait a minute, His Majesty gave your consent for the Fire Sword Mercenary Group to join this recruitment and selection."

"You have also seen that Sirius, the leader in the mercenary world, has expressed dissatisfaction, and the Eagle Group also means the same thing. Compared with a small emerging mercenary group, the two major mercenary groups, I believe you can also I understand. If Sirius and his group really come out and say that our Mitlan is acting unfairly, it will be His Majesty who will lose his prestige!" Putting aside everything else, Baron Mario's ability to blame others is quite good.

Garda trembled in fright and was about to say something, but Lancelot behind him spoke directly:

"General White Dog, don't bother me."

"you mean?"

"What the other party said is right, [mercenaries must abide by mercenary rules]."

The black robe was ripped off from his head with a swish, and Lancelot revealed his ferocious dark blue full-coverage armor. Red light flowed from the eye slits of the helmet:

"I feel the challenge, then, I accept it!"

"Wha, what?" Before Garda could realize what Lancelot meant by 'challenge', he saw Lancelot clamping his legs and riding his horse towards the Sirius mercenary group.

What is that guy going to do? Both the members of the Sirius Mercenary Group and the Eagle Group watched in astonishment as Lancelot rushed towards the Sirius Constellation. What could one person and one horse do? Is he planning to go over and yell a few words to vent his anger?

The members of the Sirius Constellation Mercenary Group laughed one after another: "Hey! What do you want to do, kid! It is not feasible to change camps and defect to our Sirius Constellation now, hahaha!"

Before he finished speaking, Lancelot, who was riding on horseback, pulled out the dagger on his horse and threw it forward violently. The flagpole raised high by the Sirius mercenary group was accurately cut off at the waist.

Seeing the flag symbolizing the pride of the mercenary group falling into the dust, the mercenaries were stunned for a moment and then roared with fury.

This is a provocation! It's an insult! It's a challenge!

Sirius Black slowly raised his hand. Seeing the leader's attitude, the surrounding mercenaries had to temporarily suppress their anger, and stared at Lancelot with bloodshot eyes and heavy breathing.

Blake put down his hand and put his fingers on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Sword of Fire Mercenary Group, do you want to start a war? Or are you planning to use the name of White Dog Garda to vent your anger?"

"Mercenary, you have to rely on your strength to speak for yourself, right?" Lancelot's slightly dull voice came from behind the visor.

"That's right, our Sirius Constellation Mercenary Group has 1,200 members, each of whom is well-equipped and experienced in many battles. There are only twelve of you and you are unknown. Isn't it obvious who is stronger and who is weaker?"

Although he was furious in his heart, Blake did not want to directly attack the Fire Sword mercenary group in front of White Dog Garda and Baron Mario in this castle. He just said in a low voice:

"This time, for the sake of General White Dog, stand down and get out of this castle. When we meet again on the battlefield next time, I will make you pay with blood for your unreasonable behavior."

Black's response was Lancelot's deep laughter.

"One thousand, two hundred people, um, a very good number. We have twelve people here, so..."

Clang! Lancelot pulled out his sword, held it up with one hand and pointed it at Black:

"I will fight on the Sword of Fire side. You can choose a hundred people to fight with me. Whoever loses will get out of this castle."

Mercenaries, let your strength speak for itself!

PS: After thinking about it, I’ll just post the second update. I'll take the kids out tomorrow, so I'll just stop for one day.