Mercenaries and Adventurers Chapter 215

Keir felt a little pity. The letter paper in his hand was yellow and dry. Obviously, several years had passed since the letter was written. No matter how profitable the business was, it was probably gone.

I don't know whether the transaction between the two companies in the letter will be carried out in the end. I hope they will not give up the subsequent contact because a trade request was ignored.

Keir shook his head and put away all the things. He took out the large and small letter boxes containing letters and parchments, as well as the upper part of the killing mechanism, and prepared to put them back in the carriage for safe storage. with. Among them, letters and documents, etc., he had to find time to find someone who knew the high-level aristocratic language, translate it, or teach him characters.

The back of his neck was a little itchy, and Keir shook his head, thinking that he would have to deal with these people in the future. If he doesn't know high-level aristocratic language, he will always suffer in the exchange of information.

Similar to the mountain wolf Barney and his gang of bandits that I had just seen before, they carved some marks in the woods that only their own people could recognize.

"I don't know if there is any divine technique or magic that allows people to read and decipher signs or words without hindrance." He muttered and walked towards the open space.

At this moment, the sky was getting bright, and some young refugees fell asleep in a trance, some sat blankly, and some wept softly. In short, the atmosphere in the open space was not very good.

But there are still some young people who are extremely excited after being attacked and killing the bandits last night. They seem to have mastered the power to control their own lives for the first time. Therefore, although everyone suffered heavy casualties in general, they are not from the same village. , Even the relationship between a village is far and near, right? In short, many people are quite satisfied with the current state.

Xueyasite found some of these people who were not physically strong, brought them to the place released by the killing mechanism just now, and guided them to collect all the metal spikes that spread in a large area around them.

He looked at the wooden box that Kiel had emptied, pointed there and said, "Put all the metal spikes you have collected in there. Remember to wash and wipe them with soil before putting them in. After collecting them around, Let's carry it to the side of the knight's carriage together. How about it?"

These people were relatively weak, but they were in good spirits and willing to do things, so they all nodded yes.

"Well, be careful, take your time, don't get pierced by sharp metal, I have to take someone to cut wood, otherwise there are so many corpses, and I don't know how much wood I have to prepare to burn."

"My lord, do we really have to burn the dead? I didn't say no, after all, our village used to burn the dead. But, there are so many people, and those vicious bandits! Burn them!" , wouldn't it be cheaper for them?”

In many places, burning the bodies of deceased relatives and friends has the meaning of saying goodbye to the souls lingering in the world. The dead bodies in the world are burned, and the wandering souls will step into the underworld without hesitation. It's not that people don't love their relatives and friends, it's just that after death, the soul is trapped in the body, and even the body is occupied and driven by the wandering souls of other beasts, which is always a blasphemy against the dead.

"This is what the knight means. Go to work. Finish it early, start early, and stay away from this **** place."

Bloody Fang waved his hand to drive them away, and then walked towards the crowd by himself, urging the young man who had some strength to go with him to cut wood.

Kiel sat on the side of the carriage and rested for a while, watching Priest Batar lead a team of fewer believers to pray in the morning after dawn, and the saturnal power in his body also became active for a while.

He didn't know the reason for this, but it was a good thing anyway, especially since he didn't join in and prayed, and he could benefit from whoring for nothing.

Xueyasite gathered a logging team of hundreds of people, especially the most powerful and energetic people in the team. I don't know what he promised to those who are willing to log. Hundreds of people with tools rushed to log in such a lively manner.

Keir also stood up and strode over to help.

He took out the blue head of Yueshui, carried it on his shoulder, took off his helmet and hung it on the hilt of his sword.

"I'm coming too, ah, I can't exhaust my strength."

With blue eyes glowing, Kiel greeted loudly, striding to catch up with the logging team, and walked ahead and stretched out his hand to swipe: "This, this, this, this piece of trees, leave it to me!"

He took care of everything, which reduced the workload of a lot of logging teams.

"Take it easy."

Bloodfang laughed twice, advising Kiel not to brag, but Kiel just patted his chest, saying there was no problem.

The two-handed ax weighing more than ten kilograms was as light as a slender branch in Kiel's hands at this time. He was holding it in his hand and tossing it up and down for fun. Legs turned around and swung the axe.

The tree spirit pattern on the ax came alive, and with a few back and forth moves, Kiel chopped half of the trunk thicker than a human waist.

It seems to be stronger than before last night.

"It seems that you all ate quite full last night?"

There was no big snake beast pattern on the axe. Obviously, when Yueshui Tou killed the wild snake, he didn't pay attention to the opponent's soul. The soul of the big snake was eaten up.

That's why the dryad spirit on the ax is particularly active today.

After chopping, Keel came to the other end of the big tree, and with a few simple strokes, he almost cut off the trunk of the big tree.

He yelled: "Attention-, tree! Fall! It's-!"

Even if there are no other people around him to help cut down trees.

Crash, bang!

The big tree fell towards the outside of the woods.

At this time, Xueyasite commanded some young people with machetes and short knives to come up to help and cut off all the branches of the big tree except the trunk. The trunk is an important burning material, but the branches can also be burned. Now they urgently need firewood to burn the corpses. These branches and leaves with high water content must also be used.

Keel then came to the other side of the big tree he had circled for logging. There was no one here, so he could swing the ax wantonly and show his strength.

Many people looked at Kiel, who was working enthusiastically, from far or near. Some people were puzzled. They didn't understand why the young knight, who was a knight lord, would work in person? Isn't it just sitting or riding a horse and watching them work?

They didn't know that Kiel was not a real knight nobleman, and he himself was only in the process of knight training. If it weren't for the need for a knight to manage these young refugees, Kiel would not consider himself a knight.

After all, it is now in the wild and no one cares about it. It is hard to say in the city.

Perhaps as a Kendall to deal with it?

And the other people who looked around were full of envy. They also longed to have such power, a tall figure, a strength far exceeding the strength of ten ordinary people, a suit of armor without flaws, and a tall horse.

These are the symbols of strength, and it is the real power that many people can't hope for, that can change and make the master's life.

The rescued merchants sitting by a fire at the edge of the open space were working on the hot porridge in the iron pot in a low mood at this time. They were also stuffed with a large handful of plump wheat grains that gave off a faint glow early in the morning. After testing for a while whether this thing is edible, they finally made a pot of breakfast that they could eat.

Most of this group of people did not speak, and even if someone spoke, they were just talking to themselves in a low voice.

The old businessman is different from others, he is teaching the young man how to make a pot of good wheat porridge.

"Salt it! That's the trick."

As he said so, he took out a small bag from his body that he hid last night, which contained half a bag of salt grains.

It seems strange not to hide some coins on the body, but half a bag of salt, but the old businessman who has been in business for a lifetime understands that this is a really useful and practical trick.

Salt can bring strength to people, and it can also protect the body from evil spirits, and no matter where this thing is, as long as it is an intelligent creature, it can have a certain value. In particular, the finer the salt, the higher its value.

The brown coarse salt is of course worthless, but the half bag of refined salt he owns is worth some copper coins.

The boy grabbed a small handful of salt grains with his fingerless right hand, and was about to sprinkle it into the porridge.

The old businessman shook his head, handed the salt bag over, and signaled the young man to put the salt back: "Not much, just a little bit is enough. Your weight, huh, huh, if you sprinkle it in, everyone won't be able to eat this pot of wheat porridge." .”

The boy blushed, and quickly put the extra grains of salt back. This time, he only picked up a few rubs of salt with his fingertips and sprinkled them into the porridge.

The old businessman nodded, and he began to stir with a long-handled wooden spoon, saying in his mouth: "Most of the affairs, it has a suitable level. Master this knack, know the degree of need for each task, you can Makes a good meal. At least, not too bad."

A young businessman sitting paralyzed next to him sneered: "What's the use of talking about these great principles? What are we going to do now? What are these mud legs doing? Everyone doesn't know, so they just sit here. What are you waiting for? "

Then came the horror and complaints about hundreds of **** corpses. When they came over in the middle of the night, they hadn't noticed this. At this moment, it was just dawn, and they saw many corpses lying on the ground at one end of the open space. The merchants, not only this young man, They were all taken aback.

Many people's originally relaxed nerves became tense again.

"At least, they gave us food. Although it glows, it's enough to eat. It's a sign of appeasement. Do you understand that?"

The old businessman explained casually. He handed over the wooden spoon to the young man, and asked the young man to stir it himself, so as to prevent the strong flame from scorching the wheat grains at the bottom of the iron pot.

The young businessman waved his hand to express his understanding, but he had no intention of speaking.

Others tried not to look in the direction of the corpse, holding wooden bowls picked up when the robbers escaped from the lair, sniffing the natural aroma of boiled wheat grains, and approached.

Next to it, several weak rescued women also gathered together. Ms. Feneya was raising her spirits, and asked in a low voice about the experiences of other rescued girls.

The middle-aged lady who was rescued with the businessman was also here, and she was a little dissatisfied: "In my opinion, we just jumped from one fire pit to another. What kind of refugees were attacked by bandits, I think it is The two factions are attacking each other."

Ms. Feneya comforted the female companion who soon became close to her: "This is different. There are knights and priests, which means that these people are in order. They set off from the Whitestone City Wall checkpoint, although they don't know the purpose. Where is the land, but as long as they can drop us in the town when they pass the town in the middle of the road."

"I hope so. Sister, you and I are the only ones who are still thinking about this matter. When you look at these little girls, you know they are huddling together and wiping their tears. Isn't it just being played by men for a while? What's the matter?" Well, think about it this way, those rich and noble noble women have the right to play with men at will, pick and choose, and pick and choose as good-looking and handsome as possible. We are just like them. Although we have no choice, at least we can be capable men There are. Don't cry, the days will be long.”

The middle-aged woman from a wealthy family comforted others. Although what she said was unreasonable, this nonsense at least made the other rescued women no longer cry. I don't know if I really believed in these fallacies, or if I had at least one pillar or excuse to support and comfort me when I was most vulnerable.

Ms. Feneya also put on a smiling face, encouraging these crying young women a lot. But she dismissed it in her heart. What supported her before was revenge against that ruthless guy. And after the young knight broke Barney the mountain wolf's neck, although she didn't say she was very satisfied, at least she basically filled the void of revenge.

Now, the man who was instigated by her and controlled by her was gone, and she felt a burst of ease and freedom that she had never felt before. Although there is still a bit of confusion without a goal, she still feels relaxed.

Looking around, there are puppets with empty heads everywhere, and she can easily tell who can be controlled by her words and who can't.

Her eyes swept across the young refugees sitting aimlessly on the ground, and she hummed softly from her nose.

Her eyes swept over the priests and a large number of believers gathered for morning prayers, and she immediately put her hands together and put on a show.

She glanced at the young crowd who were logging in the distance, and the young knight who was chopping down the big tree alone, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

Her eyes swept over the **** mass of corpses not far away. Not only was she not afraid, she was even a little proud, because the corpse of the mountain wolf Barney, the man before her, was piled up with other corpses, and there was The rest of the Coyote Barney gang exists.

It's nice that they're all dead, and she's still alive and can look at the dead guys.

Her eyes swept over the group of rescued businessmen who were in a bad atmosphere. Except for the old businessman, she saw that everyone else was just a new money bag.

Finally, her eyes swept over several carriages not far away, and a middle-aged businessman full of spirit fell into her eyes. She couldn't see through this person. Most of the other businessmen looked like they had lost their ideals and souls, but this middle-aged businessman, on the contrary, kept performing and showing his own value.

Yes, in her opinion, this middle-aged businessman is deliberately performing a performance of personal value. It is obviously just a small matter entrusted to the other party by the young knight. Do the little things by yourself as much as possible.

What is he for? What are you drawing?

It seemed that she had to find a way to figure it out.

"Sisters, smell, the wheat porridge is ready, let's eat some in the past. We can't be sad here all the time. Tears need to be hydrated to flow, don't they?"

Ms. Feneya tried her best to stand up first, and then stretched out the hands of other people who were also weak.

"That's right, girls, go eat something. Anyway, you can't treat yourself badly." The middle-aged woman said loudly. She knew the other rescued businessmen very well, so she was a bit embarrassed to go to eat nothing.

"Old man, do you have any extra tableware here? These guys have to eat too, right? After all, those people arranged us rescued people together. In this case, we are all family .”

The middle-aged woman was also polite, and after she came and sat down, she let the boy be the first to serve her a big bowl of barley porridge.

"Young man, come on, give my sister a full bowl. Hey, I never ate these things at home before, but now I think these things are delicious. Oh, when will I be able to go home. "

Everyone around curled their lips. At least this woman has a home to return to, which is half of her relief. Many people have nothing, and even owe a whole lot of debt. It's the worst if you can't go home, right?

Whitestone City Wall level, the local Church of the God of the Dead.

Several priests put on a relatively complete set of ordinary priest equipment for combat, and then they boarded a donkey cart that carried the corpse. The pastor who led the team waved to another pastor who was guarding the church and asked him to take the young trainee priests back.

"Get ready, don't worry. These weapons and equipment at the bottom of the box, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com No matter what happens there, there must be no problem in protecting the few of us."

Then the priest driving the cart urged the donkey to set off with a whip, and the donkey yawned and started walking.

The Church of the God of the Dead is generally located in the sub-central area of ​​the town. They quickly walked out of the remote streets of the checkpoint, and then entered the main road of the checkpoint.

The leading priest keenly noticed that the number of refugees begging on the streets had decreased greatly today, which made him think of a bad idea: 'Soldiers who don't know how to checkpoint will pull a large number of refugees to the uninhabited area in the east of the checkpoint, right? '

He hurriedly jumped off the donkey cart and rushed to an old man begging for food with his grandchildren: "Let me ask you, where are the young people among you people? Where have they all gone?"

The old man first comforted the child who was frightened by the strange equipment, and then calmly stood up to answer the priest. He seemed to have had a full meal recently and his body had gained some strength.

"Master Muslim, a Saturn priest and a knight came the night before yesterday. They were blessed by the great Saturn and possessed the ability to bestow gifts of food. We old bones discussed it for a while, and the young people gathered in the It's hard to get through the checkpoint, and sooner or later there will be troubles, so it's better to let the two nobles lead them and follow them to do things.”

The priest leader who got the news asked several other middle-aged women and men with children who were begging on the roadside, and they all got the same answer.

The news made him feel mixed. The good news is that at least the negative energy he sensed was not caused by the soldiers at the checkpoint.

The worry is that something happened to those people.

Saturn priests, knights, and blessed by God to send down food?

Could it be that believers and priests of the church of evil gods want to take advantage of the chaotic period in the southern provinces to make big things happen?

Chapter end