Mercenaries and Adventurers

Kiel led people to distribute firewood as fuel. There was no logging today, and the woodcutter in the refugee team was at a loss. At this time, they saw the dry firewood sent from the town that could be used directly, and they all sat on the ground in frustration.

"Don't worry, the fuel will be provided by the people in the town for these two days, so you just have a rest. Of course, if anyone can't stay idle, go to Priest Batal and try to help and share some of the work."

Seeing that the loggers were low on morale, Kil came over and spoke loudly.

"Knight Kiel, we are all rough people. We can farm and cut trees. How can we help the priest?"

The leader of the lumberjacks responded loudly.

Kil smiled and pointed to the open space that could barely be regarded as a camp and said: "Why can't I help? Dig cesspits, build wooden boards to cover the excrement area, and even borrow weapons from friends who have weapons to practice some simple martial arts in combat. , you can do all of this in your spare time. You eat the most, do less dangerous work, and you don’t even think of ways to exercise more, so what are you doing in your spare time?”

When they heard that they were going to do this, they were unwilling to do so, so they started to shirk their duties, and in the end they reluctantly used harmless wrestling to squander their energy.

Kiel reluctantly admitted the matter and actively ignored people betting on such a seemingly inferior game. To be honest, there are not many things in the hands of young refugees that can be used as gambling capital. They don’t have much money. The few remaining coins were found when armed people searched the bandits’ lair. Those people had obviously exchanged ideas with other people, including logging. Hands, distinguished by ordinary people.

Therefore, the only thing the lumberjacks can gamble at this time is the God-given grain seeds in their hands to fill their stomachs.

Everyone has some of this stuff in their hands, and because Priest Batal gives so many new rewards every day, everyone can't even finish it.

To be honest, the lumberjacks' wrestling skills were really limited. Kiel only glanced at them a few times and then turned his head and stopped paying attention. If he leaves the field, he will enter the wheel battle one by one, and all the lumberjacks will not let him move.

Seeing that there was nothing going on here in the clearing, Kil found Priest Batal and told him that the large chamber of commerce in charge of the local area had invited him to a banquet.

He also showed the invitation to the other party, but Priest Batal did not take it and check it: "This invitation contains the power blessed by other priests of the Church of God, so I will not touch it."

"Oh?" After hearing this, Keir turned over the invitation card in his hand and looked at it several times, but didn't see anything.

"Kiel, you can feel the power of the God of Agriculture because you have the seeds and power of the God of Agriculture in your body. You haven't had much contact with people from the Church of the God of Wealth before, right?"

Priest Batal said, gesturing to the torso of his body with his hand.

"I fought side by side with the priests of the Church of the God of Wealth before when I passed through the Strange Wind Grassland. I don't know much else about it."

"There is a magic spell on the invitation that can make people feel a little happier after being touched. Yes, it's exactly what you think. It's on the front of the invitation where the gold is decorated."

Kil rubbed the gold Chamber of Commerce logo with his thumb and felt that making people happy may not necessarily be all due to some magical power.

He told this to the priest, and the young priest Batal looked helpless: "Although gold is indeed a precious metal, food that can fill the stomach is the real treasure. I hope you can understand this truth."

"Yes, yes, they are all treasures. They are all treasures. Gold and food are two precious treasures that people cannot live without. Ah, they are indispensable things in life."

Kil said with a smile, Priest Batal was even more helpless.

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After joking for a while, Kil had never participated in a banquet invitation from another world before. Baron Kendall passed by Pine Needle Town temporarily to attend the dinner of Knight Gurov. He did not formally accept the invitation, but paid a temporary visit.

So he communicated with Priest Batal and received guidance on how to dress and possibly talk.

As a young priest trained by a local parish, Father Batal has received church guidance in this area since he was a child. Of course you know what to wear and what the rules are when participating.

"What you wear is very important. If you are still wearing this frayed metal armor, it obviously means that you do not want to communicate with the other party. Putting on light clothes means that you value and trust the inviter, which is convenient. Carry out exchanges and cooperation.”

The priest gave simple instructions, but he frowned and then said: "I think it's best for you to put on armor and go. The town of Dorne is a deep gorge full of desire. If you fall down, you won't even be able to make a sound."

"Is it."

Keir didn't see it that way. He was quite confident in his abilities at this time. Besides, the armor is not placed elsewhere, but in the lady's dream. To outsiders, it only takes the blink of an eye for him to go in and change into a suit of armor.

"It's not easy to eat and drink while wearing armor. I'd better wear normal clothes."

The priest rolled his eyes when he heard Kiel's words. He himself had no means or methods to restrain the Kiel Warriors. Even the two of them had the same mission, which was also pointed out by the gods. As the main contributor, Kiel Warriors provided Just providing assistance.

Therefore, from what Kil said, the other party wanted to attend the banquet, and he was not dressed in an armed manner. Although he felt unhappy, it was hard to say anything.

"Hey, you can take care of it yourself, but you must pay attention to the other party's attitude. I will make the armed people more vigilant tonight."

Kil narrowed his eyes and nodded in agreement.

After a while, the bright yellow sun gradually approached the north-south mountains on the west side of Dorne Town. Although it was located on a small plain, due to the blocking of the mountains on the west side, the dusk in Dorne Town did not appear as bright as inside the mountains. What a difference.

The fleeing people have long been used to it, so each fire was lit early. People sat around the fire, laughing and crying, or touching the ash bags containing the ashes of their dead companions and crying.

The hungry people had cooked their meals early and cooked thick wheat porridge that they could never get tired of eating.

The hardships they suffered at the White Stone City Wall Checkpoint a few days ago made most of the refugees never forget those days of starvation.

Therefore, even if the cooked wheat porridge has no specific taste and only sprinkles some salt, they all think this food is particularly delicious. But Keir's words had already faded away.

He returned to his carriage, pretended to be tinkering for a while, and then changed into clothes in the newly erected dome tent. When he came out, his body had changed greatly.

The close subordinates sitting nearby all looked at Knight Kiel in surprise. Many of them had seen that the knight wore thick and heavy armor all day long, with no gaps on his body leaking out.

But at this time, Keir put on his best clothes, which made these young people feel strange.

Keir seemed to have scrubbed his body, his hair was slightly damp and was combed back to make it neat. He changed into a pair of northern winter clothes that were unfamiliar to the locals.

Here, Kiel removed the warm lining from his clothes, which was barely suitable for spring wear. He added a soft half-armor with black metal scales inside, which was slightly less protective than what he had worn before. That hard cowhide armor.

There was a strange little wooden sculpture hanging on a string around his neck. It was black and seemed to look like a bird.

His belt is an exquisite cowhide belt. There is still a hunting sword on the left side of the waist, and two daggers hang on the right side. One was a magic dagger they had seen before, and the other was a small curved-edged dagger decorated with gold. It looked very delicate and not in the local style.

In other words, it is not the dagger weapon style of most imperial immigrants' original hometowns.

The trousers are similar to clothes. Kiel went away from wearing warm fur trousers on the inside. If only the outer trousers are used for decoration, it will not look stuffy in this season.

As for shoes, Kiel didn't wear any combat boots, or hard cowhide leather armor boots. He had fought with so many bandits before, and to be honest, he had picked them up. No, he had seized a few pairs of high-end leather boots that looked comfortable and were of the right size.

At this time, he specially picked a pair of black soft cowhide boots, which looked a bit impressive.

Kil also wore an extra cloak. Although it was just an ordinary one, he couldn't let Kil wear a wolf fur cloak in spring, right? Do not cover up skin diseases that night.

Kiel walked around a few times in front of his direct subordinates who usually talked a lot, letting them look around, and then asked: "How is it? This one?"

Most of the young people were from farmers. When Knight Kiel asked, they didn't know how to answer and could only shake their heads.

"no?"

Kil asked in surprise.

"No, no, no, Lord Knight, if you ask us, we don't know how to answer you. Anyway, it looks good."

One person said this, and the others nodded.

Kil rolled his eyes and felt that he had asked the wrong person, so he ran towards the front of the clearing, intending to ask someone else.

When they met armed people patrolling on the road, they didn't even recognize Kiir's identity for the first time and even asked him who he was. As a result, when Kil opened his mouth, they were all shocked and froze on the spot.

When we arrived at the sales meeting in front where bandits' trophies were sold, most of the supplies had been moved from the middle to the side, leaving only a few boxes of goods in the middle that no one seemed to want. It looked quite pitiful.

Mr. Barfoot, the middle-aged businessman in charge of the sales meeting, was standing next to these boxes of goods. According to Keir's previous instructions, he called the businessmen chatting around and announced: "It seems that everyone has chosen. The harvest I want, then, according to what Knight Kiel explained before, the price of these last few boxes of goods will be reduced by another 30% from the original price. Is there any businessman who wants to get them all? "

People around were talking a lot, but no one actually came up to answer the question. Please, the businessmen who come to the sales meeting are not just young guys doing business on their first day. How can they not know what they can buy and what is profitable? These boxes of things are indeed difficult to get rid of, especially in today's world, it is troublesome to hold them in your hands.

If the trade lines in various places are open, you can try to collect them all and find a way to sell them to new people or distant towns, maybe you can get back your investment.

But now it is absolutely impossible.

But just when Mr. Barfoot sighed and was about to announce the end of today's sale, a middle-aged steward who had not spoken a word but who had looked very anxious just now came out.

"I want these things at 50% off!"

Mr. Barfoot did not know that the person who took action at this time was Raul Bint, the store manager who had an interest in the sale of the trophies.

"50% off? This price."

Mr. Barfoot was a little hesitant. To be honest, the 30% discount was already the minimum offered by the knight. No matter how low the price was, they might as well bring the things themselves. Anyway, there were two free carriages, and there was still plenty of space for loading.

"I have cash! Count them, how many coins do they cost?"

Raul, the steward, pursed his lips tightly and kept a straight face to prevent any of his emotions from being exposed. There are some cunning and smart businessmen around. Although these people are unlikely to guess such things as the trophy sales contract, many of them are not fools. If you ask someone to inquire afterwards, someone who is interested can learn from him and the friends he called. Guess their interest in this sale through action.

This is not a good thing for him to continue to hang out locally in the future, and it will affect his reputation.

"Well, as for coins, it's barely okay."

Mr. Barfoot scratched his head and looked at Priest Batal aside. The priest waved his hand, indicating that he could handle it by himself.

So, Mr. Barfoot nodded: "Well, let me calculate these things for you. These three boxes are small boot nails, inferior animal hair, and shabby and blood-stained clothes."

"In cash, since the quantity is quite large, it is two silver coins and thirty-five copper coins."

After hearing the quotation, Steward Raul was quite reluctant, but he still took out two silver coins and thirty-five copper coins from his wallet and inner pocket of his clothes.

After getting the money, Mr. Barfoot counted it correctly, then pushed the three wooden boxes together, signaling the 'taken advantage' buyer to find someone to take them away.

Then, he waved his arms and said excitedly to the businessmen around him: "Then, thank you all, thank you for your generosity, because of your goodwill and noble character, the money and materials exchanged in this transaction, It will all be used for these hundreds of people who have taken refuge. Thank you, thank you all!"

Mr. Barfoot had tears in his eyes as he spoke. He didn't know whether it was because he was emotional, or because this transaction showed his value and brought him an opportunity to turn around.

Listening to Mr. Barfoot's compliments to the surrounding businessmen, Priest Batal covered his face with his hands. He really didn't want to hear these beautiful words full of unintentional words, and he didn't want to see the dozens of people in front of him who were buying low and selling high. A cunning businessman who increases farmers’ harvest dozens of times.

His eyes went dark, but Kil, who had changed his clothes, came over. Kil didn't care about the trophy sale behind him. The things he seized were really not bad, and he could exchange them for a lot of money.

Of course, money is not important to these hundreds of people. The key is the various materials they can use in the future, which are what they need most now.

"How is it? What about me?"

Keir raised his cloak behind him somewhat proudly, then put his hands on his hips to show the priest.

Priest Batal clasped his head and made a few noises: "Don't you have better-looking clothes? Although the clothes have a northern style, aren't they a little too simple? Kil , how much did your outfit cost?"

"Made? I bought it in our store in the affluent area of ​​Kendall City. I thought it was pretty good. I originally had an additional thermal layer. It's spring, so I went with it."

Priest Batal was speechless: "Kier warriors, generally speaking, I mean, generally speaking, few people will wear the clothes they buy to formal banquet venues. Although your clothes, although There are some northern styles that are rare in the local area, but when others look at the fabric of the clothes, they will know that they are just made of ordinary fabrics. You might as well be wearing armor."

Keir awkwardly twisted the fabric of his clothes with his hands. In fact, his pursuit of the functionality of clothes was far stronger than his pursuit of the wearing value of clothes. He thought this outfit was pretty good. Although it was not tailor-made and the fabric used was just ordinary fabric that had been simply printed and dyed, it was at least handmade.

In the previous life, basically the clothes everyone wore were produced on assembly lines. The higher-end clothes were made of better fabrics, but were actually made by small-scale division of labor. Unlike here in another world, the clothes were all made by the shop itself or hired by employees. The tailors sewed it stitch by stitch.

It's all handmade! It's all art!

Ahem, well, a tailor whose skills are not up to standard can hardly be called an art.

"Then what should I do? It's getting dark, and I don't want to be embarrassed in front of those big chamber of commerce managers. How about I wear the hard cowhide full-coverage armor I was wearing before? Well, no, the other party's local security guards are wearing it. All armors are quite good, but this one is useless."

Priest Batal's eyes lit up at this time: "Kiel, maybe you can go to the businessmen who were rescued and ask them to think of a way. At least, they can point out the shortcomings of your body!"

Keir clenched his fist and smashed it: "Yes, I'll go there right away."

Afterwards, Keir hurriedly returned from the front of the clearing to the middle of the clearing. The rescued businessmen were all here in the middle. Because they could not blend into the ranks of other people, they had to stay closer to Keel.

As soon as Kiel passed by, he announced his intention to come. At this time, the rescued businessmen were eating. When they heard Knight Kiel's words, they all looked up.

Over the past few days, some of the bankrupt businessmen who were previously despairing have now become much better. Although they cannot compare with the energetic Mr. Barfoot, they are no longer as broken as they were before.

The old businessman who was teaching the young man was the first to respond to Knight Kiel's call for help. He walked over and looked at the knight's clothes up and down.

The old man murmured a few words in a low voice, then looked at the knight and asked: "Sir knight, your previous financial situation did not seem to be very good?"