"You mean, do you have a way to avoid Madara's attention?"
After a moment of silence, the bar owner asked with an obviously distrustful color.
Freya nodded hurriedly. But she was stunned immediately, and found that the faces of the people present were all distrustful of her expressions, their hearts were tight, and she couldn't help grasping her sword tightly-as if to vent the tension through the white knuckles.
"Freya is a militia of Butcher. One of her friends said that Ridenberg will be breached. Before tonight, everyone will not believe it, and Su does not believe it, but the facts are in front of you. I think Freya There is some truth to the words." At this moment, Su suddenly spoke on the side.
Everyone was startled, even Freya looked at the girl with wheat-colored skin and braids, and gave her a grateful glance.
"I, in fact, there is no way to take you away from Madara's attention." Freya thought for a moment, and said frankly to the mercenaries present-her opening words surprised everyone. "However, I know that a person may have this ability."
"That means you are not sure?" a person asked.
Freya nodded.
She immediately saw many people shrugging. These mercenaries didn't have any hope in a little girl. They were just joking. After all, Freya was not annoying—it could even be said to be a very attractive girl.
"Wait, everyone! I know, as a stranger, it's ridiculous that I am here now asking you to believe me." She held a long sword in both hands and placed it on her chest, slowly relaxing, and her voice changed. Be bright and clear: "So I just put forward a possibility—"
She thought for a while: "It's like a gambling or gambling, I, I..."
The ponytail girl has been around for a long time, and can't find a suitable word, she suddenly became a little annoyed-maybe she shouldn't choose a way that she is not familiar with in order to cater to these mercenaries.
"It's like you opened a handicap and we bet, right? Then life and death are fate, wealth and wealth are in the sky." A big mercenary laughed and said, "Good explanation, hello-my name is Manuo. Just rush to you, Miss. If that's the case, I have to bet too, don't I?"
He looked back. Someone in the crowd immediately laughed in good faith, and someone shouted, Mano, you damn gambler, one day you will die on it.
Freya blushed and nodded quickly: "It's almost like this. If you think my words are credible, you might as well take a look first, don't you? I want to wait for you to see my friend, and you will definitely make a judgment—at least, At least I believe him."
After she finished speaking, the mercenaries fell silent. I have to say that what Freya said is still very tempting, and there are circumstantial evidence of Su's previous words, and they are hesitant here, it is better to follow up and see the market first, isn't it
Anyway, it won't suffer, the big deal will be just one shot and two shots at that time.
But for a while, no one was the first bird, Freya looked at the scene that was getting colder, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious for a while.
"I believe Freya."
Su was the first to go out, and she looked back at her father. Reto couldn't help scratching his head. He didn't make any statement about his daughter's statement. It was true, saying that her daughter's elbow was turned outwards-but somehow he should catch a good guy back for him.
The bar owner couldn't help groaning for a while, and there was a lot of laughter around him.
"Okay," Reto said, "Don't laugh. Since I've gone, you can stay and have a look. I believe you will sell the face of my little daughter, right?"
"So shameless, Reto."
"Then someone took Miss Su out as a shield."
"Shameless."
The mercenaries couldn't help screaming, but they agreed with Leto's statement between the conversations, but the wide and fat bar owner was not ashamed, but rather complacent. In the end, there were only a small number of people left, and there were more than twenty. These people were actually not uninterested in Freya's proposal, but they couldn't help but compromise with a little girl.
"Then miss, all of us are here, now talk about your request?" Reto put his arms around him and asked back.
After all, mercenaries are mercenaries, and everyone understands that there is nothing in the world that enjoys rights without paying the price. They generally regard this price as a business, and they think that if they are accounted for, they will join, and if they are not accounted for, they will withdraw.
Freya did not understand the thoughts of the mercenaries, and her heart was naturally nervous: "My request is actually very simple, that is to escape here alive. Since you choose to stay and trust me, I hope you can... follow my instructions and obey Order, otherwise this agreement will basically lose its meaning. So I know it’s a bit presumptuous to say that, but I still have to insist—if you find it unacceptable, I won’t force it.”
"Of course, this is the most basic." These mercenaries replied, of course they said so, but if they encounter a death order, they will definitely be executed. However, it is always right to respond first.
"Also, what can you do?"
"I don't know, but I can at least stand and fight with you. In the fight, we are comrades fighting side by side, I think... This will not change because of the agreement between us." Freya thought. Thought, so answered.
"This sentence is enough, as long as you can do it. At least we will recognize you, little girl!" Mano replied, and two or three people nodded in response. But some people still opted out. In the end, there were 17 people left. Except for Reto and Sue, as well as Mano and his three buddies, the rest were lone rangers. They felt that it was better to follow the brigade alone, so they chose to stay. . However, these more than ten people were beyond Freya's expectations, and even far exceeded her expectations.
Because she didn't have much expectations. Even if only Su stayed alone, it was a fluke, and now it is a fluke in a fluke.
And their discussion here hasn't come to an end. The news of Madara's army entering the city has spread from the west, and the crowd on the street has begun to commotion. When Reto saw the situation on the street, he immediately greeted others and asked other people to go to the bar to fetch food with him. Naturally, at this time, he could take as much as he could. Otherwise, he would wait for these people to wake up and estimate that the street would be chaotic.
This is also the difference between mercenaries and Freya militias. The first thing experienced soldiers think of is logistics, not other aspects.
"Then what shall we do next, Commander Miss Freya." Mano, the old mercenary, asked on the side.
"You don't need to call me the commander, I'm no different from you." Freya said with a blushing face. The previous speech made her almost too nervous to breathe. She hadn't figured out until now that she would have the courage to say such a thing in front of a group of experienced fighters.
Thinking about it now, it really seems like a dream.
But there was a voice in her heart telling her that she could do it. She must have a way to help Brando instead of being a burden by his side. The ponytail girl took a breath to relax herself. She stared at the flaming Simon with some wonder, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you know how to ride a horse?"
"Of course, how could it not be."
"Then we'll steal the horse later." Freya replied.
"Stealing horses?"
…
"Stealing the horse?" The girl fiddled with the silver spoon and asked curiously.
"There is a mule and horse market in Ridenburg. It is an open fact that the nobles trade horses in the inner zone and sell servants and slaves by the way. In fact, the old ministers came to the Buchi area and they took the initiative to send this news." Replied Feverwell.
"These brave guys." The princess calmly put down her teacup.
"But how did that girl know?" she asked again.
"This has something to do with her life experience. Back then, our people left the three-year-old at the mule market in Ridenburg. She may not remember some things that happened before she was three years old, but she should be impressed there."
"You are really cruel, did a three-year-old girl leave her alone in a strange place?"
"We are also in love. The turmoil that year was so involved that even Everton's wife could not be spared. Besides, we also had comprehensive arrangements."
"She can ride?"
"How can the Everton family know how to ride? The people we arranged to adopt her were the elite knights of the Blades. But why did their family move out of Ridenburg to the remote place of Buche? We still don’t know. And know."
"Did she succeed?" Although she knew that Overwell would say so, it must have succeeded Freya. But the princess still couldn't help but asked.
On the surface, no matter how mature she was, she was still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in her heart.
"Of course, the old minister said before that the nobles were all attracted by the young man. There is no defense in the market area, so they can easily get it. The group of mercenaries are also very strong, at least they can be regarded as the kingdom's first-line army. Ordinary soldiers—"
The girl nodded.
Different from other legions, the first-line legions of the Eruin Kingdom, such as the Janissaries, the Silver Wings, the West Fah 11th Cavalry Regiment, and the Amri Kosui Flintlock Regiment, also basically bless the honor and combat effectiveness of the past. The ordinary soldiers in these legions The combat effectiveness of the army is still maintained at the lower reaches of the Black Iron (3-7Oz), which is naturally incomparable with the self-willing and degenerate second-line legions such as the Whitemane Legion and the Black Blade Legion.
As for the standard legions, they are even more unsightly, and they have almost the same combat effectiveness as the private soldiers of the nobles since the year of the cave beast.
Therefore, as described by Fulwell, the half-elf princess knew at a glance what kind of strength the mercenaries who were with Freya might have.
She thought for a while and asked, "What then?"
"Then is the most exciting part of the story of the old minister. When Miss Freya led her knights to join the magical young man, the story of killing the Quartet in the army of Madara." Even if Beatwell has always been Indifferent, but the mention of fighting in and out of the enemy's army still made him, a member of the royal party, a little excited.
"Fantastic young man," said the princess.
Feverwell coughed twice, realizing his failure to speak.
But the girl didn't care. She looked at the time and said, "I still have some time, Lord Overwell, please continue to the next section."
"Honored."