Mercenaries and Adventurers

Kil was a little confused, so he rode his war horse and slowly approached.

Although the horse's speed has not increased, the armored blood-licking grass is much heavier than before. The slightly soft ground can be directly pressed by the horse's hoof, leaving a deep hoof print.

Moreover, the armor on the body will also make unavoidable friction noises as the body moves - even if the craftsmen use various methods to remove these friction noises.

Therefore, at a distance, including the woodcarver sitting not far from the gate of the open space, the guards in the town at the gate of the open space, and the armed people of Kiel's men, they all discovered the knight of Kiel riding an armored war horse.

The woodcarver was extremely panicked when he saw the visitor. He hurriedly sat up from the ground and waved and saluted. The things he had been tinkering with were scattered on the ground, and he couldn't care less.

However, several guards arranged by Dorne Town to watch over just looked at the knight's horse curiously, and then whispered about the new armor of Knight Kiel's horse at the moment, while chatting and preparing for dinner. The armed people guarding the gate of the open space were particularly excited. Several people guarding the gate immediately called to their companions who had rested, asking everyone to come out and take a look at the new armor of the knight's horse.

After all, this is directly related to the vital interests of each of them. The simple truth is that the more powerful the Kiel knights who lead their people are, the safer everyone will be during their subsequent journeys.

None of them wanted to experience the brutal bandit attack that night before again.

Kiel also waved to the armed people under his command, but when he passed by the woodcarving craftsman, he turned to the craftsman and said: "You came very early, do you want to sit with me? "

Keir was just being polite, he didn't want many people to know about this, but this guy sitting on the side of the road outside the town was too conspicuous.

And after getting closer, Kiel saw that the wood carver who had been sitting on the roadside with his head down and working on it turned out not to miss this time. He still held several half-finished wood carvings in his rough hands. It seemed that he wanted to Make more money.

"My lord, sir, knight, no need, no need. Little man, little man, I'm still here, just wait, wait."

It seems that he was frightened by the majestic armor of the war horse at this moment, or maybe he didn't expect that the young man he met in the Chamber of Commerce yesterday, although he called himself a knight, was he really a knight?

Kil rolled his eyes. He asked the other party to come over in the middle of the night because he didn't want to attract attention, but he didn't expect that this guy came over early and sat on the roadside just carving wood carvings. Hey hey hey, after something happened near the town, didn’t everyone think of me immediately?

But he had no choice but to say to the man: "In this case, move your position and stay a little away from my door."

"But, if we are far away, I won't be able to see anything when it gets dark. These wood carvings are not finished yet..."

Looking at the semi-finished wood carving held tightly in the other person's hand, Kil was speechless. He waved his hands in disgust and stopped talking to this person.

Craftsman Kak watched the knight ride away. He hesitated for a while, but decided to clean it up. He picked up the wood carvings and chipped wood pieces scattered on the ground, dragged the heavy bag and moved some distance towards the town.

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"Lord Keir, what is this? What is this?"

"Haha, it must be armor, right? Wow, your horse is so powerful!"

Kil proudly rode on the horse and signaled the blood-licking grass to slow down and let everyone touch and take a look at the newly acquired war horse armor.

People gathered around, some banging the metal armor part, some curious about the protective power of the multi-layer protective cloth, and some lowered their heads to see what the hanging part of the war horse armor looked like inside.

Blood Licker snorted impatiently, shook his head, and slowly moved his hooves in frustration among the crowd. It was a little hungry, and these annoying humans kept preventing it from eating.

snort.

Feeling the impatience of the war horses, Kil called everyone: "Call the people responsible for taking care of the horses and livestock. I have to teach them how to put on and take off the armor of these war horses as soon as possible. Otherwise, if I need to fight later, it will be up to me. It’s not okay for a man to wear a war horse!”

So someone immediately went over to call someone.

"Remember to ask them to bring some food for the horses!"

Slowly arriving at the center of the camp, there were more people watching. Many people happened to be eating and came over with their own wooden bowls to watch curiously.

With hundreds of people watching, Kiel taught the people in charge of the horses how to remove the entire set of war horse armor and how to put it back on in order. After teaching it twice, Kil stopped doing it himself. Instead, he stood aside to check and let the few people get started.

The blood-licking grass stood there honestly. After its chew was loosened, it didn't care what the humans who repeatedly put on and took off the armor were doing. It just chewed the hay with big mouthfuls, and a whole pot of it. Mixed beans.

A wooden bucket filled with water was also placed next to it. When the blood-licking grass felt thirsty, it could directly stick its entire horse's head into it and take a gulp of water.

Of course the priest and Bloody Fangster also came over to watch the fun. After watching for a while, Bloody Fangster pulled Kil aside and had someone bring over a thin, stupid guy.

"Oh, isn't this the capable robber? Didn't he die in the hands of the girls?"

Kiel smiled evilly. He had forgotten that there was such a person in the team. Previously, a girl from the team asked Kiel to supervise this person. Kiel felt that this person would not survive for a few days. , I didn’t expect to be alive at this time.

Bloody Fangster was quite speechless when he heard Kil's question: "Not only is he alive, he almost got into trouble when he sold the captured bandits yesterday."

So, Bloodfangster told him things that he had not found a chance to tell Kil before.

After listening to this, Kil rubbed his chin with his hand, looked at the stupid guy who was muttering something in a low voice and said, "Perhaps, there is a story behind this person. His origin is probably not simple."

"What do you mean? Keep him? Or find someone to cure his stupidity?"

Kil snorted when he heard Bloodfangster's words: "It's a good idea to kill my men in a sneak attack, and then work as a thug for a well-known bandit gang. Even if this person does not directly participate in the bandits' robbery, he is indirectly responsible for it." It is part of the evil deeds of the bandits. If he was not tortured to death by the girls who had killed his companions, his life is already saved. If he wants me to spend money to cure his madness, don't even think about it."

Kil approached Will, who was standing blankly holding his sword, and circled him a few times: "Why do you still let him hold a weapon? Aren't you afraid that he will kill people again when he is crazy? Although this man's fighting skills are average, But the ordinary people in the team are no match for him.”

Bloodfangster has been responsible for many things in the team that Kiel has no time to manage, so he said helplessly: "This guy cares more about his sword than the one under his crotch. He can't touch his precious sword." As for the long sword, he is quite honest. But Kil, let's deal with this guy. He has caused some troubles by staying in the team. Last night, I heard that some women in the team had already fought for him. There were quarrels and fights.”

Kil almost choked. He took a focused look at the thin guy. Well, he was a bit handsome. Even because of his thinness, his face seemed more handsome than when they fought before?

"Is it such an exaggeration? Although most of the people in the team are farmers in the village, I think everyone is pretty good. They have strong legs, feet, and arms. They are good at work, and they are also very strong in physical strength and energy. And this guy, Apart from having a good face, I guess there’s nothing else like that?”

Bloody Fangster shrugged: "The girls just think it looks good. Ha, how about we sell him to the red house in the town? I went there to play two days ago, no, when I was asking for news, I saw him. There are some guys out there who are facing wealthy businesswomen."

Kil tapped Bloodyost a few times with his finger: "Who brags about their love story to me before?"

"That's a business story, not a love story. Ahem, what do you think of my proposal?"

Bloody Fangster had an embarrassed look on his face, but he quickly used his shameless cheekiness learned from many years of traveling on the trade road to forcefully expose the matter.

Kil did not reply directly to his companion, but grabbed the handle of the sword that Will was holding in his arms.

When he held it, the thin guy reacted slightly, but not much. He still muttered some names. Kil's sensitive ears clearly heard every name this guy said. After a little guessing, he guessed from the name and the associated position that this guy seemed to have studied in a place similar to a school.

And it’s a place where martial arts are also taught.

This is interesting. It seems that that place has a deep relationship with this stupid guy, and it makes him unable to forget it even in his crazy state.

Considering that the other party is not much older than Kil's body, most of the other party's youth and part of his youth are obviously related to that place that looks like a school.

"Ste, have you ever heard of a place called [Bolya Swordsman Academy]?"

Kil used a little force and pulled Will's long sword out of the scabbard. As the weapon was pulled out, the stupid and thin guy trembled all over as if he was frightened.

"I've never heard of it. Although I have been a caravan guard for many years, I have never left the kingdom. Our country is actually very big. Compared with the surrounding countries, some priests said that it is five or six times larger than those small kingdoms. Times. Of course, excluding the empire to the east."

He shrugged, and then complained in a low voice, complaining about the nobles in the southern provinces, who couldn't even defeat a small kingdom adjacent to the south. You know, the actual area and national power of the small kingdom in the south are not as large as the southern provinces.

"Perhaps, it's not the old businessman from our country who was saved by you. He may have heard of this name."

Kil nodded, and while he drew out the sword that Will was holding on his chest, he observed the reaction of this stupid man.

If he just held the handle of the sword, Will would react, but not much. And when he pulled out the long sword, the guy started to tremble all over. At this moment, Kil pulled out the sword halfway, and this crazy guy finally made a move.

The thin young man roared indiscriminately for a while, then grabbed the scabbard with one hand, and suddenly grasped the hilt of his sword with the other hand, trying to compete with Kil for control of the sword.

But Kil was unmoved. The young man banged and pulled at the handle of the long sword randomly, but he couldn't break it open at all and couldn't knock off Kil's right hand.

Probably realizing that what he had done could not save his sword, this stupid guy roared like a wild dog, opened his mouth and bit down on Kil's throat.

"Careful! He's going to bite!"

Bloody Fangster exclaimed, and before he could step forward to help, he was froze in place by a wave of coldness coming from Kil's body.

Not only him, but also the crazy young man who was facing Kiel head-on. He stiffly kept opening his mouth and biting, and forcibly stopped all movements.

It was a soul-stirring killing intent, as well as an uncomfortable feeling that chilled the whole body, as if a cold metal weapon was pressed against the throat and could kill him in the next moment. At the same time, Bloody Fangster even felt that there were many vague wailing and moaning sounds in his ears, which reminded him of the night a few days ago.

On Kiel's side, he closed his eyes and looked at the guy who wanted to bite him with a cold face. He just released his murderous intention and intention to attack, and pinned this stupid guy in place.

Then he kept moving his hands and finally snatched the sword from the stupid Will's hand.

This is a well-made steel long sword. Its flexibility and sharpness are better than ordinary weapons. However, it may have lacked maintenance in recent times. At this moment, this originally beautiful long sword has a little more. Clean the red spots stained with blood, resulting in slight corrosion and rust.

By the light of the camp fire nearby, Kil noticed this time that there was an incised pattern that was deliberately destroyed on the counterweight at the end of the sword hilt.

He thought about it and figured it was the decoration used by this guy's original family. Unfortunately, it has been deliberately destroyed and cannot be identified again.

After checking, Kil put the long sword back into the scabbard, then put away his murderous intention and thoughts of attack, and let the guy in front of him come to life.

But like a frightened beast, the foolish young man squatted on the ground wailing, but he did not dare to raise his head again.

The madness that he had before to rush forward and bite Keir with all his life was gone.

Bloody Fangster shuddered, patted his face hard, and then said to Keir with a wry smile: "Just take it easy, Keel, you scared me just now."

"Oh, yeah, sorry, sorry."

After Gil apologized, he looked at the trembling guy squatting on the ground holding the sword. After a moment of hesitation, he said: "Please call the old businessman in the team over and see if he can identify the origin of this guy. . Knowing this person’s origin, let’s discuss how to deal with him. I’m a little interested in that college.”

Keir was thinking about whether he needed to find a place with rich knowledge to comprehensively and systematically understand the situation in this different world.

At least, he needs to have a comprehensive understanding of the specific conditions of human society, right? You can't just rely on the operas of folk theater troupes and the poems and legends of bards in taverns to obtain knowledge, right?

These things are full of exaggerated descriptions, as well as obvious, ironic, or teasing political metaphors. It is impossible and impossible to correctly and objectively understand the history and actual conditions of various places.

Of course, excluding the unclear situation of the academy, there are probably organizations and buildings in big cities that preserve and transmit knowledge. He had heard Knight Lanisa occasionally say before that when she was young, Knight Lanisa worked at the organ in the capital of the Northwest Province. When she was studying in Fort Lauderdale, she often went to some paid public libraries to learn some interesting knowledge.

It's just that there seem to be restrictions on the social status and income of the visitors, so not everyone can go in and look at the preserved books.

Kiel boasted that although he did not have an official noble appointment as a knight, he relied on his relationship with Knight Crow and his own strength and financial ability. He then went to the capital of the southern province to read in the public library that might exist there. Books, I guess.

This is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it is not necessary, but Keir understands that no matter what, it is something that will be done eventually.

Can't avoid it.

If he was going to live in a small area like most civilians and live in confusion for the rest of his life, he certainly didn't need to understand what the world was like.

As long as you have a piece of land that can support yourself and your family, a house that can protect you from wind and rain, make some friends in the same village, and get to know the priests of the church in the village, you will most likely be able to live a peaceful life.

Finally, decades later, I truly experienced the death process that people in other worlds would experience.

If he is pious enough and contributes to the church and the gods, he may be lucky enough to be promoted to the kingdom of God, or he may be protected by faith and pass through the underworld and join the cycle of the world again.

If he spends an ordinary life, he may have other twists and turns after death, such as wandering in the underworld for a long time, and finally forgetting everything about himself for a long time, turning into the soul dust sung in poems, and being swept away by other people after death. Trampled by the dead souls.

Or, perhaps, he was unlucky enough to be preyed upon by evil beasts in the underworld, and his life experiences only added a chewing taste to those ferocious and unintelligent beasts.

Immediately, Kil shuddered when he thought of this, and slowly looked down at his palms.

Vaguely, in addition to sensing his own life energy in the palm of his hand, he could also vaguely detect the subtle divine power of the God of Agriculture that he had rarely sensed before.

These few divine powers of the god of agriculture are not motionless, but spontaneously form a circulatory system, flowing under the skin of his palms.

Kil understood that these divine powers would eventually converge at a virtual divine seed in his abdomen. And it is also closely connected with the two blessing abilities he has now.

Although the powers of the two gods of agriculture do not blend with each other, Kil can clearly and conveniently use the two blessings of the gods of agriculture.

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After a while, the old businessman was called over by Bloody Fangster.

The old man's health has been getting worse recently. When he was first rescued by Kil from the bandit's lair, his movements were not inferior to those of the young man. Over the past few days, his steps have obviously slowed down a lot, and his waist has become a little stooped.

"Does your physical condition look bad? Mr. Fentigia."

Facing the young knight's polite inquiry, the old businessman smiled slightly: "I have traveled far and wide in my business life, and my body looks good now."

"Sir Knight, you called me here because you have something to explain, right? Please feel free to leave it to me as a way of repaying your kindness for saving me."

Kil pointed at the foolish young man squatting and shaking next to him: "Nothing, I'm just curious about the identity of this captive as a bandit and want to know where this crazy guy comes from?"

The old businessman nodded: "To be paid such attention by you, he must have an extraordinary background. Since people are stupid, this is easier to deal with. Haha, after all, I am an old guy, a clear-thinking and strong young man, I can Not their match."

Kil said to Bloody Fangster: "In this case, let this man be handed over to the care of Mr. Fintiga. The people who were responsible for taking care of him will be dismissed, and the girls in the province will quarrel and fight. In addition, after all, this man is crazy. There are weapons in his hands that cannot be separated from him. Among my men, I will assign two well-equipped people to watch him specifically to prevent him from hurting other people in the team."

Kil turned to look at the old businessman again: "Mr. Fentigia, if you find anything, or if this guy regains consciousness, come to me directly."

"Okay, Lord Knight."

"Just call me Kil, no honorific required."