When Nata was in a dilemma, Akasha who was lying on the bed also tossed and turned.
The decoration in the room is simple, and the firelight of the fireplace is gradually dimming, but the bedroom that should be dark is now illuminated by a ray of light—Akasha lifted the ring in her hand, and the soft light dispelled the darkness, and also dispelled the darkness. The fear of holy priests.
It's just that at this moment, she looked at the ring with complicated eyes.
The "Flogging" curse is gone.
This matter was only confirmed tonight. When there was no more pain in her back, Akasha stood there for a long time, and then cried inexplicably...
She could feel that all of this did not fade away naturally, but was inextricably linked with the ring in her hand—with this ring, her magical power even increased a bit, and from the time she wore it, From that day on, the effect of the curse weakened day by day.
Today, when the physical and mental injuries are over, the only thing left in her heart is the word "grateful".
Although he experienced a thrilling battle in the afternoon, Akasha didn't have too much panic and fear at this time. What he could recall in his mind was not the roaring gargoyle, nor was it the stepping forward wielding a heavy weapon. The attacking iron puppet—when I closed my eyes, the clearest picture in front of my eyes was the tall and straight figure standing in front of her, relying on her body to block every sword and hammer.
It has to be said that the "view of life" of a technical nerd is completely different from this world after all, and some "misunderstandings" caused by this are even more difficult to explain.
The truth is actually very simple: in Rody's view, keeping Akasha is half the victory of the battle-this is definitely the "consensus" of all players, and it has even become a deep-rooted idea.
In Akasha's eyes, "hatred" and "strife" have always been the two words that touched her the most in her life experience, but the word "trust" has never been seen when she suddenly saw Rody blocking for her. With the epee and chain hammer, she only felt that the enemy's weapon was not attacking Roddy, but was hitting her inner self.
What is the meaning of living
Aka Zengsha thought about it, and got different answers at different times. But at this moment, looking at the light on the ring in her hand, she felt that she had another understanding...
In the stable next to the school grounds, the well-fed war horses were snorting one after another. The figure of the sentinel on duty is faintly visible under the lighting of the torch, while the scouts resting in the house are snoring.
As an order, "sleep" was also carefully executed by the scouts. After a long period of fighting and training, these lazy and ignorant young people in Nolan Village have completely transformed—now, no matter what battle they will face next, it seems that there is no longer any "fear" that can bother these guys up.
In a house not far away, the Knight of Wellington was raising his hand and placing the heavy lance on the wooden table. Beside him, Sudloor was silently spinning the grinding wheel. The sound of the blade rubbing against the grinding wheel was dull in the silent night. echoed.
The heavy armor was not worn on the body, but placed aside in a semi-assembled state. At this time, Wellington had some bandages wrapped around his body, and was drinking a jug of heated ale in his hand.
Unlike the scouts who existed as "weapons", Sodlor and Wellington both had their own considerations and ideas for the next battle, so they did not choose to rest.
After a long silence, Wellington suddenly said: "Such a battle is not optimistic."
Soderol raised his head and made a gesture of listening.
"I don't know where the enemy is, how many there are, and how strong it is. Suddenly making such a decision to rush over, although it has the effect of a surprise soldier, how can we do it?"
These questions of his actually started from the moment Rody decided to send troops.
Soderol raised his long sword, observed the edge against the candlelight, and then continued to polish it on the grinding wheel. In the sound of "呵呵", he replied: "I remember you taught me some time ago: in war , the victor is not necessarily the one with the superiority in military strength, but the one with the initiative.”
Wellington took a sip of ale, and turned to look at the darkness: "That's what I said, but Roddy's behavior is not 'active', but 'reckless'."
"But I believe him." Soderol stopped sharpening his sword, "and...you didn't refuse.
"I just didn't refuse Angmar," Wellington shook his head. "If Angmar needs me to die, I won't refuse to die on the way to charge."
The ghost rider's words were not impassioned, but Soderol was moved.
"Since you believe him, let me tell you something else." Wellington put the stopper on the wine bag, "The sword skills and fighting skills I taught you earlier are not all knights. As a knight, the source of strength It's not the so-called 'battle spirit,'."
Wellington pointed to his chest, "For me, the power to protect knights comes from loyalty."
The night wind was still there, but Soderol, who had been sharpening his sword, fell into deep thought—everything Wellington had taught in the past month might not be as important as this sentence in his opinion.
"Don't think about anything else, I just said that because you have enough potential to go further. And the most important thing is...you are willing to trust someone."
Wellington drank the last of the ale, stood up, grasped the quaint lance, and waved it twice as if lightly, the wind passing through the air carried unprecedented power.
"Actually, you and I don't have much to think about. Since you choose to trust, it is equivalent to making a judgment."
"Have judgment, and be a real warrior—"
"Don't ask how strong the enemy is, only ask... where is the enemy"
Compared with the calm before the storm in Paar Town, the atmosphere in Kieg Town is no different from the past at this time.
On the night when most residents are dreaming, the "Green Vine Tavern" where the mercenaries are resident is still as lively as ever.
The hall on the first floor is bustling with the conversations of various mercenaries. Although it is coming to winter, the mercenaries have never lacked tasks to make money. Running errands, delivering letters, and so on, is enough for them to earn a living.
As a first-line town in the territory of Efta, the mercenaries here are also from all over the place, but at this time, most of the people in the "Green Vine Tavern" are local mercenaries, and the news discussed with each other is also very different. It's something that happened recently—
"I heard that a large regiment came from the south and entered the Silent Whispering Forest after resting here for a day?"
"It's called the Blood Shield Mercenary Group. They have a better reputation in the south, and they are more dirty. Some lords have issued arrest warrants, but it is said that they dare not touch them."
"The background is so big? Why do you go to the woods at this time of year? Jingyu Forest is not a friendly place. If you are lucky, you can still survive if you meet wood elves. If you meet some hard stubble, you really can't die with a few lives."
"Look at what you said, it's like seeing a wood elf"
"Of course I saw that I lost my way last time..."
Similar conversations abound, and among them, the two sitting in the corner drinking are listening to these words with complicated expressions—and they are Henry and Buffon who came out of the Whispering Forest alive
In the past, Fat Henry would definitely join the ranks of bragging about "witnessing wood elves", but now sitting here, he has no intention of bragging and showing off at all.
"Buffon, do you think that if we take these things away directly, will we not have to be mercenaries for the rest of our lives?"
His complexion had long since disappeared from the paleness that he had in the Quiet Whispering Forest. After a few full meals and hot wine, his face was now flushed, but the tone of his words at this time was mixed with "pain".
"If you do this, it should be enough to spend for decades."
Buffon was using a fork to deal with the steak in front of him, and there was already a small pile of plates stacked next to him—he was as thin as a stick, trying to chew for a long time, and then added: "The point is that you have a good conscience, and what he said before leaving that sentence."
"Forget it, that's all I said."
Henry lowered his head in frustration, and also used his fork to deal with the food in front of him that he couldn't afford at all.
Obviously, the conversation between the two was entirely because they were frightened by Roddy's "handwriting"...
When he was in Elsa Village before, although Henry could recognize that these herbs were relatively "rare" and of good quality, he never thought that these herbs would be so popular
In just two days, half of the herbs he took out to "test the water" caused an uproar in the pharmacists' guild
Henry is very business-minded, he did not choose to sell directly, but bid directly at the pharmacist's guild to ask for refining medicine, thinking of selling the finished product directly at a high price.
However, when he saw that the vice president was alarmed by these herbs and came out to discuss the acquisition, he made a decisive decision and directly negotiated the terms with the other party: the potion made by the herbal medicine was divided into half and half, but the pharmacists' guild had to pay Henry a high fee. The euphemistic name is "herb collection fee".
Such harsh conditions were meant to be used as a seesaw. Who would have thought that the other party would agree directly after thinking about it for an afternoon, causing Henry to go back to the hotel with a box of silver coins in a daze without even using his prepared remarks...
Is this a real silver coin or a high-quality silver coin from the Niels Mine, and one coin can even be worth two silver coins from the Bast Mine in the south
This box of silver coins is really an astronomical figure for Henry and Buffon. I am afraid that they may not be able to earn so much money as mercenaries in their entire lives.
What made Henry the most "painful" was that when Rody separated from them, he simply mentioned "remuneration"-"All the silver coins after selling the herbs, you two will take 10% for your own use." , and it will be the same in the future.”
Ten percent of four hundred and eighty silver coins is forty-eight silver coins
You must know that the best harvest of the "Iron Horse Mercenary Corps" in the previous year was ninety-seven silver coins, and everyone would be happy and burst into tears when they counted ten coins...
For a simple mission, the salary earned is equal to two or three years of harvest. This kind of thing sounds like a dream, but looking at the delicious food in front of him and touching the bottles of magic potions in his pocket, Henry felt Knowing that I really met a strong man...
The force value is abnormal, he has a good relationship with the wood elves, and he is ready to open up a trade route—Buffon is too lazy to think about the twists and turns, but Henry is very clear: If the trade route is really opened, the relationship between himself and Buffon The speed of earning money is definitely more exaggerated than mining
The idea of swallowing the four hundred and eighty silver coins all by itself was just fleeting. Leaving aside issues of conscience, Henry would never do such a stupid thing in terms of "interests" alone.
"This Lord Roddy... really eats us to death..."
Henry's tone was bitter, but he stuffed the steak into his mouth with a happy expression.