Mercenaries and Adventurers

The clerk Brose happily gave the money, and the baron's guards who followed Kiel looked at each other in blank dismay.

It's not that he has never dealt with him before. Everyone knows that this senior clerk from Brose-Kendall is very difficult to deal with. Not only is he unhappy with the money, but he is also troublesome.

But I didn't expect that Kiel would come so easily when he went to ask for money today.

Among them, I am afraid that the clerk in charge of money will give the money if he thinks that Keel is behind Knight Crowe.

Really.

Several of the baron's personal guards complained in a low voice, and all these complaints were drowned in the howling wind.

"Let's go!" Keir waved his hands to the companions behind him, signaling them to speed up and pass over the advancing carriage.

Secretary Brose sat in the carriage, watched with a cold face several people riding past the carriage he was riding in, and said nothing. After all the people had left, he swiped his finger from bottom to top, and wiped away all the horizontal shutter boards. Fold up and down for a tight fit and close.

Riding in a carriage for many days in a row is really painful for a middle-aged man like him. If he was still in the Northwest Province, he would definitely lose his temper at anyone who disturbed his rest, no matter who it was, even his cousin. The same goes for the Baron brother.

But after so many days of trekking, he was already exhausted, and he didn't have the energy to say a little more. What I look forward to most every day is to be able to come down for a walk during my rest, and to lie in a dry tent that does not shake when I rest at night.

In the carriage, he hammered his waist and complained for a while. The other three senior clerks in the same car also felt uncomfortable when they saw this, and beat their backs.

For a while, the car was full of sighs.

"Have you heard? The baron said in the morning that after this year's war, he will not take the road to the western provinces when he returns." A senior clerk with a gray beard said lightly.

Apart from the sound of the axles coming from under the carriage, there was no other sound in the carriage.

"Where are you going? Central province?"

"I heard that there are lakes and swamps there. Would it be inconvenient for us to have so many carriages?"

The clerk who spoke first waved his hand: "I heard that they will take a flat boat pulled by huge frogs, and the carriage can be parked on the wide deck of the boat."

"As long as you don't take the bus, you can go anywhere. I don't mind."

"Me too, ouch, this waist."

"It feels like I have lost years of life." Brose complained.

This complaint immediately made the other three people laugh together, who is not? They are not as physically fit as the Baron.

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Keir led the men to speed up the horses, passed through the carriage in a single file, and then bypassed the team from the side, and ran straight towards the local caravan that fell not far from the army.

The broad grass where the army had just passed was safe from monsters or beasts in ambush, so Keel picked up his horse speed, and soon came across the local caravans traveling opposite.

The local caravans in the western provinces, with a large number of people and a lot of carriages, were a huge group, like a strange monster with many hands and many legs with claws and claws, randomly crushing and passing by on the verdant grassland.

Different from the Kendal people, the local merchants are all in their own teams. The carriages of the same caravan are very close to each other, and they have their own buddies and guards to protect them. They maintain a delicate relationship with other similar caravans. distance.

Not so far away that they can't take care of each other when monsters attack.

Nor is it so close that you can keep a cool distance when you get into fire and spat with each other.

Keel couldn't help laughing at the sight.

And the biggest difference from the Kendall army is that the local caravans don't have front, rear, left, and right guards, and the guards hired by each caravan only care about protecting themselves.

In this way, even if there is a monster attack, only some of the caravans will be attacked, and the others can slip away like a gecko with its tail cut off.

As before, Kiel's people did not directly bump into the huge local caravan, which would cause chaos.

He led people to the side first, and then talked to a caravan steward who was sitting in the driver's seat.

As soon as he got close to this small caravan, Kiel found that the attitude of these people was wrong, not the sense of distance from foreigners, nor the sense of fear that businessmen had towards the army.

When Kiel glanced, he found the dissatisfaction and disgust in the eyes of several caravan buddies or caravan guards. It's like they are not people, but a walking mess.

When Keir dealt with these people before, most of them were unwilling to talk to them and look at them. This is a sense of alienation at a distance.

But at this moment, most of these people were staring at them with emotions in their eyes.

"What's the matter? You see us like this?" Kiel rode close to a carriage and shouted to the caravan steward next to him.

The steward of the caravan was a little embarrassed and dissatisfied. He didn't answer Kiel immediately, but stood up from his seat and shouted loudly to his own people: "Keep your eyes shut, don't make trouble for yourself!"

After shouting, he sat down, with a commercial smirk on his face, and said to Kiel: "Did you outsiders encounter a harpy attack in the morning?"

"Yeah, what's the matter? Is it related to this?" Kiel admitted directly.

But he didn't expect his words to make the caravan steward's face change drastically. He lowered his voice, which happened to be the kind of volume that he could only hear when he and Kiel were so close in a windy environment.

"Are you crazy? Didn't anyone tell you that you can't conflict with monsters? Those flying monsters are all cunning and vindictive things. Kill one, come in a team, kill a team, come A group. If you kill a group, the entire monster group will attack, and no one will survive."

After saying this, the man lowered his head and muttered to himself. If it wasn't for Keel's good ears, he almost didn't hear it: "No wonder the sheep have been herding at the back of the team, and they can't feed and appease the monsters. It's really reckless and **** it A bunch of northerners."

Keir coughed heavily: "Pay attention, I seem to have heard some impolite words?"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't say anything, don't mind. What's the matter with you guys? Do you need help?" Another commercial smirk.

Keir let go of his contempt and complaints, and said the business of coming.

"You want to buy a short-throwing gun? This, this, this, it's not very easy." The caravan steward glanced at the caravan guards he hired. Each local caravan guard carried a few homemade throwing guns. You can tell it's their own handy weapon just by looking at it.

"Give me as much as you want! Our two knights called for some battles. It doesn't take too much, so we can stay until the night in the village and spend the night. We will go to the village to buy the rest." Keel explained.

"Well, okay, let me ask."

The stewards of the caravan did not dare to offend the people like Kiel who came to him, especially Kiel who was wearing tight armor, so he loudly called the leader of the hired caravan guard.

Keel steered aside for a moment.

The steward of the caravan told the guard leader about the matter, but the other party really lost his temper and stared at Kiel and the others with a bad expression.

Kiel didn't show any fear at all. He looked back at each other indifferently, and reached out to hold Yueshui's head two-handed ax from behind.

The weapon in his hand was somewhat reluctant, unwilling to kill. Keir tried to appease him, saying that he was only pretending and would not really do this. So the ax settled down.

It seemed that he could see Kiel's firm attitude and what the caravan manager said, so the head of the guard reluctantly agreed with a stinky face.

After the man agreed, he rode back and forth to find other guards who were also guarding the caravan. He asked for a throwing spear from each guard, tied it with a rope, and handed it to the steward of the caravan.

"Remember, this matter is only for the sake of the money. Don't forget to send the transaction money to other people at night." After shouting angrily, the guard leader didn't even look at Kiel and the others, and went on ran to the front.

Keir shrugged, and he would be angry if he was angry, anyway, he didn't know that guy, and the two probably only contacted once in their lives. There is no need to look at this person's face and complexion.

Kiel rode up to catch up with the caravan steward's carriage.

"Look, that's all there is to say. After all, they also have the duty to protect us, and the weapons in their hands are essential."

Kiel waved his hand: "Okay, okay, how much is this bundle? How about the price? The price is right, I will pay now, if it is too expensive, I will go to other places to ask. But the name of your caravan I will report it to my lord later. Think before you tell the price."

Pointing at the other party with his finger, Kiel warned seriously.

The caravan steward opened his mouth halfway, and immediately swallowed back the words he was going to say.

Come on, the steward of the caravan carefully proposed a price: "How about nine copper coins for each gun? After all, the guards did it by themselves. Please forgive me for some minor flaws and inconsistent styles. There are ten coins in total. Take, ninety copper coins."

Kiel was so hung up that he lowered his eyebrows that were about to jump, and said with an unchanged face: "That's it, this is not enough, I have to go to other caravans as soon as possible to get some."

After speaking, he opened the neck guard from the chest of the armor, reached into the breastplate of the armor, found the inner money bag, and took out a silver coin.

The coins were handed over from the air, and the caravan steward immediately brought out ten copper coins. Kiel stretched out his hand, took the coins, and poured them into his pocket.

Then he took the ten throwing guns **** with ropes, held them between his arms, and Kiel stepped back.

Handing over the throwing spear to his companions and hanging it on the horseback, Kiel bid farewell to this caravan and found other caravans.

The other caravans are similar to this caravan. Although they are tired of the Kendals provoking the harpies, but at the same time they are afraid that the army will attack them. Therefore, facing the deal proposed by Kiel, they can only pinch their noses to their respective caravans. For the guards, each of them needs a throwing gun.

Fortunately, Kiel is not whoring for nothing. I have made it clear to the caravan guards that they will spend money to buy it.

The price also varies from high to low, and most of the low prices are self-made throwing guns for caravan guards. This kind of self-made weapon suitable for personal use, the length of the weapon is not the same according to the arm height of the guard, and the weight is also not the same.

Some spearheads are special spearheads, and some are self-made, which are perfunctorily fixed with half a broken dagger.

Others with high prices are mostly made by specialized weapon craftsmen in big towns. The wooden spears are straight, and the metal tip on the front is also narrow and long, which is convenient for piercing armor and penetrating the flesh.

Contrary to Keir's expectations, the two gold coins were worth two thousand copper coins, and they were all spent soon.

He bought a total of two hundred and twenty throwing guns from the local caravan. These throwing guns were tied in groups of ten and tied with ropes for the baron's personal guards to hang on horseback.

When Kiel finished drawing the money given to him by the clerk and was about to leave this place where everyone was hostile, two people beside Kiel gradually retreated to the back of the caravan on horseback.

Originally, this was very common. The caravans kept going all the way, exchanging things among themselves, etc., all of which required people to ride back and forth on horseback, just like Keel and the others.

But the key to Kiel's attention to these two men was that one of them was obviously the steward of the caravan, and he had a sheep on his horse. The sheep was lying on the horse's back, bleating, with a good face, not knowing that it would soon be miserable.

After Kiel saw this scene, he immediately heard what he saw last night.

This sheep was obviously bought from the village of Thor to feed the monster to keep it safe.

Thinking of this, Kiel narrowed his eyes and asked the baron's guards to catch up with their army with their weapons. He left ten throwing spears for himself, and handed over the rest to the two knights.

He himself, using various carriages to block them, also approached the local caravan from a distance.

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At the end of the caravan, there are a lot of caravan guards here. Obviously, they are more worried about their **** being chased by monsters than the front of the army.

This is not a sensational story.

After Kiel approached here, he found that the caravan steward had written something in a record book on horseback in advance, as if he had registered his chamber of commerce.

But everyone just silently followed the caravan without any action.

After a while, when Kiel even wondered if these people had a brain problem, something roared and chased after the grass behind the caravan passed by.

The surrounding wind seemed to get stronger.

He saw that the faces of some particularly young caravan guards turned pale, and they kept urging the steward of the caravan who was carrying the sheep to throw the sheep behind.

The businessman wanted to move, but was stopped by a middle-aged caravan guard: "It's not yet time, let's delay. Try to lengthen the time for each feeding, if they don't want it, we will give it immediately."

The middle-aged man who seemed to be aging made sense, and the caravan steward stopped moving.

But some timid caravan guards around urged them.

"Hurry up, throw the sheep away, they can live in peace for a while."

"That's right, anyway, each family bought so many sheep last night, and these sheep are useless in the morning. All the monsters have gone to the front to trouble the northern army."

"Hey, who would have thought that those Yankees who also bought sheep would dare to kill the attacking monster."

"They're afraid they won't know what they've done."

"Die, those people."

"I'm sure you can't get out of the strange wind grassland. I bet, if you survive to the strange wind town, the soldiers in the army will have to make a fuss."

"It's hard to say, what if they buy a large number of sheep and feed those greedy and cunning monsters?"

"Idiot, seeing blood and killing monsters is not enough to feed the monsters. Fortunately, those monsters still have some brains to distinguish that the Yankees are not the same as us."

"It's not the same way. Hey, you say, the monsters killed the army, can we make a fortune from their equipment?"

No one answered the last question, not that they didn't want to, but that it was too early, although the local guards didn't think that the army from the north could cope with the subsequent attack of monsters. But how to fall to the ground is still another matter.

Keir's face was ugly, but he couldn't get angry, so he turned his head and looked around in silence.

After waiting for a while, the harpies that were chasing after flapping their wings from time to time became more and more irritable. Although they hadn't launched an attack yet, more than a dozen of them had already flown up, gliding left and right in the air.

Quite scary.

In the distance, the roars of communication between the monsters could be heard vaguely. It sounded like they didn't know what the monsters were talking about, but people couldn't help thinking that the monsters seemed to be discussing **** them all.

The urging voices became more and more, and the middle-aged guard finally nodded. He was also afraid, but his duty still had to rely on experience to judge the emotions of the monsters.

As far as he judged, it was obviously not yet the time when the harpies couldn't hold back. And it seems that although those monsters are eager for fresh meat, their minds don't seem to be with them.

The number of people following behind was also obviously more than the number that would normally be followed by a caravan.

'It appears to have been gathered against the northerners' army. ’ He had a guess in his mind.

After receiving the signal from the middle-aged guard, the steward of the Chamber of Commerce, who couldn't wait, pulled the sheep's legs behind him and threw the fat sheep off the horse's back.

As soon as the sheep fell, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately slapped the horse's neck with the rein, urging the horse to leave here as soon as possible.

But unexpectedly, the harpies had already been seen wandering behind and chasing them up, and the sheep didn't want to die. After falling on the grass, it immediately got up, moved its four small hooves quickly, and chased after it stepping back and forth.

It runs pretty fast, because the caravan itself doesn't go very fast.

For the army in front and the caravan behind, it is the militiamen and guards who move on foot in the army that really determine the speed of the two.

How fast they go is how fast the army can go.

And the faster the army moves, the faster the caravan that follows will move.

Therefore, even a chubby sheep can keep up with the caravan that left it to feed the monsters.

But it didn't follow for long, the caravan guard who came with the caravan steward, holding the iron-clad wooden stick handed to him by the middle-aged guard, approached the fat sheep struggling to catch up with the caravan.

The guards on horses glanced worriedly at the harpies approaching behind them. The red eyes of those monsters were all staring at the fat and delicious sheep, and some even set their eyes on him.

Perhaps on his horse?

He didn't dare to delay, and immediately turned sideways on the horse's back, hung himself on the side of the saddle, leaned out in a thrilling manner, held the iron-clad wooden stick in his hand, and swung the stick out, hitting the sheep's head.

Boom!

"What—?"

The sheep got hit **** the head and staggered, but got up tenaciously and continued to chase the caravan.

"Stupid! Stupid! The sheep's head is strong, break its legs!"

When the middle-aged guard saw it, he yelled loudly.

The caravan guard suddenly realized, and then let the horse slowly approach the sheep that wanted to stay away from him. He raised the iron-clad wooden stick and swung it down heavily. The target was the leg of the sheep that was pounding back and forth.

Boom!

"Meh-!"

This time, the guard laid down a heavy hand, as if breaking one of the sheep's legs, and the sheep with the broken leg immediately fell over on the soft grass~www.readwn.com~hoo. The guard breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, rode back on the horse, accelerated the horse, and caught up with the end of the caravan.

Kiel glanced at the overturned sheep, tapped the horse's belly with his boots, urged the horse to speed up, overtook the caravan from the side of the caravan, and caught up with the army in front.

"A bunch of short-sighted guys. One day, those monsters will no longer be satisfied with the sheep they are given."

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After the sheep fell over, it quickly got up from the ground. It looked at the human beings who were gradually moving away in front of it, panting.

The running just now made him a little tired.

The sound of the approaching monster made it tremble all over, and it turned its head to look.

But still gave up.

"Meh-"

As if resigned to its fate, it no longer tried to catch up with the human beings it could not catch up with with its broken leg, but lowered its head and looked at the dark-colored weeds around it.

"What?"

Weeds were trampled on repeatedly by carriage wheels, human shoes, and horseshoes. Most of the solid grass blades and stems were broken, but this kind of damage was nothing to the weeds. As long as there was a heavy rain, the fast-growing weeds would soon be grow back.

The poor sheep stared at the dark weeds around its mouth, wondering if it should open its mouth to eat the delicious-smelling grass. It usually eats the brightly colored hay sent to it by the humans who take care of them.

In my impression, it was only weaned when it was a child, and it only ate food with a similar dull color in those days. In my memory, it was softer than hay?

Without much thought, it opened its mouth and gnawed on the weeds around its mouth.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, several black shadows flapped their wings and rushed up.

The sheep didn't resist, and in the last few seconds of its life, it chewed the food in its mouth.

That is the taste of memory.