Mercenaries and Adventurers

Vol 4 Chapter 242: , Spring Blossoms, Terraces, Bounties, and Trouble

Keel didn't want to get involved in other people's educational behavior, so he silently picked up the last piece of poultry meat on the plate in front of him with a fork, dipped it in the sauce made from mushrooms and swallowed it.

Little Cornina pouted angrily, but she didn't dare to disobey her father's order, so she pitifully begged the uncles at the main seat of the banquet.

The old Mr. Puntolisa smiled and advised the little girl to go home and rest early, after all, it was too late to go to bed, and the young girl would have acne on her face. And Mr. Ottosfetten doesn't care about this: "She likes to play, let her play, everyone's youth is limited, some people, shorter. Tonight will be a rainless night." It’s a beautiful night, it’s probably not easy to hold such a banquet in the coming days, right?”

"So, let her dance, pick a young man who catches her eye. You're watching anyway."

Mr. Scott next to him wanted to say a few words, but after hearing what Mr. Ottosfetten said, Mr. "Dry Olier" didn't think much about it and agreed to the matter.

He said to his little daughter: "Have you heard that, just play a little longer, find someone to dance with and go home later."

The little girl's eyes were bent, and she responded obediently: "Okay! Father—"

At this time, a waiter brought a soft stool for the little girl to sit on the side behind Mr. "Flatty Olier".

Only this one was able to sit next to the main seat at the banquet, and the girls from other wealthy families could only sit on both sides of the bottom with their family members.

At this time, the waiters reduced the lighting in the banquet hall by half, and focused on retaining the lighting in the center of the banquet hall, making the stage they arranged before more eye-catching.

The band players holding various instruments came to the edge of the wooden stage at this time, and sat down close to each other in the playing position prevented from here. They simply struck a beat, and then began to play the third movement of the previously scheduled program - "Spring Blossoms".

According to Mr. Scott who finished the meal, the third movement lasts at least one hour, and the whole movement is divided into four sections, which respectively use music to describe the related emotions of four distinctive flowers.

Among them are pure and elegant orchids of various colors. This piece of music is long and ethereal. There are also roses with intense and passionate emotions. This piece of music naturally represents the love of young men and women. There are also fruit trees and flowers that represent a luxuriant harvest. This piece of music is full of hope for a good harvest, and the tune is weird and dull, but it must represent the responsibility and responsibility of adults. This piece of music implies that many are flowers, but not like Flowers of various exotic flowers.

While talking, the musicians have already started to perform.

Sure enough, as a musician plucked the trumpet harp in his hand, and a musician played the flute lightly at the right time, people could hear that clusters of orchids slowly bloomed by the quiet river.

There seemed to be swimming fish jumping up and splashing down in the river, and there was a plop, which made people startled. There was a clear sound, but it made people feel a kind of tranquility and tranquility.

Like the warm spring breeze, it blows out from the mouth of the goddess of spring—Joy, lifts people's hair and flows away from the ears.

At this time, there are already young girls who are self-sufficient and go up the steps to dance alone.

While twisting the waist and wrist, he stretched out his wrist to the bard, inviting him to dance with him on stage. It looks like a butterfly dancing to invite another.

The handsome bard smiled self-effacingly, and looked left and right, all of them were middle-aged ladies with stinking faces. But the bard with excellent fishing skills knows that what he can't get is the best, so he whispered a confession to the left and right, then stood up, arranged his clothes briefly, and made dance moves from under the stage, stepping on his feet. Following the rhythm of the music, she danced slowly onto the stage.

Dance with that brave young girl.

As the two danced together, the businessmen and men present invited the ladies they knew acquainted, and they also danced on the stage in twos and threes.

Mr. Scott next to Keel took a last sip of wine, got up and adjusted his clothes, stretched one hand behind the other and invited the youngest daughter of Mr. Dry Olier to come on stage and dance with him.

"Miss Deripari, will you dance with me?"

Mr. Scott asked the little girl in a low voice with a serious expression.

Mr. Dry Olier clapped his hands and told the younger daughter to dance. But the little girl pouted and said pitifully, "But I want to dance the rose dance with Mr. Felicis."

Mr. Scott's seriousness didn't tense for a few seconds, and he winked and said at this moment: "You can be an uncle, I am the bard, you see, there are two ears and two eyes, one hand and three legs. "

"Three legs?" The little girl was a little puzzled.

"Ahem, two legs, two legs. Anyway, you can take the opportunity to wink at the bard on the stage. After the song is over, you can also use the closest distance from the stage to invite him to continue dancing. .”

After speaking, Scott beckoned an outstretched hand, motioning for the little girl to put her hand on it.

As soon as she heard that it could be done, the little girl jumped up excitedly from the soft stool, and then amidst her father's warning cough, she lowered her body neatly, pulled up her long dance skirt, and then put her hands on Scott. In the palm of the master, the two of them bypassed the main seat of the banquet and went to the wooden stage.

Keel wasn't interested in this, mainly because he couldn't dance, so when Mr. "Dry Olier" asked him in a low voice, Keel straightened up, looked around the banquet hall, and found Mr. Puntoliza and Mr. Mr. Ottosfetten came to the terraces on both sides of the banquet hall, talking and enjoying the scenery while drinking.

He replied: "I'm not interested in dancing, let's go to the terrace to blow some air and smell the fragrance of flowers?"

Seeing this as an invitation to talk, Mr. 'Dry Oriel' could do nothing but wish to have a private talk with the young knight from the north.

So, the two chose the second-floor terrace on the other side opposite the two in front, each holding a glass of drink, and walked over slowly.

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The terrace is next to the wall of the banquet hall, there are two on the left and right sides, and there are four such terraces on the whole floor.

It can be regarded as a place where only people with certain status on the scene are qualified to use it. Although no one stopped them, the general banquet guests would not approach unless there was a real need for a private conversation.

At this time, the terrace that Keel and Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" are walking to has already been opened by the waiters during the meal, so as soon as they approach, they can feel a warm spring evening breeze blowing, accompanied by, naturally, Intense floral aroma.

Keel put the wooden wine glass full of high-grade ale on the rock fence, leaned back with his hands up, and took a deep breath through his nose.

Inhale—, exhale—.

At this moment, he only had a subtle feeling of relief filling his heart.

"It's really good."

He said so admiringly.

Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" chuckled, and imitated Keir's example, placing the silver wine glass in his hand on the rock fence of the terrace.

"Are you talking about the banquet? Ottosfetten has always been very good, whether it's this new banquet restaurant or the usual business of their chamber of commerce. It's just a pity that he has been in poor health."

Keir knew that the other party would make a mistake, but it was difficult to correct him, so he followed the other party's words and said, "That old Mr. Puntoliza, did he do it on purpose? He deliberately told that nonsense story of a bizarre god?"

"Hmph, did you see it too? But we all know that even if it's a trap or a bait, we, Mr. Ottosfetten, have to jump in. Because he has no choice."

Shaking his head, Mr. "Dry Olier" continued: "I don't know what happened to him. I also heard that some church priests at the parish level treated his body, but there was no result. The first two years Ottosfetten also spent a lot of money to buy a bottle of powerful medicine in the provincial capital, but the body is still the same. Phew, I sweat and pant after climbing the stairs, is this the body of a normal person?"

"Did you know? He is only twenty-seven years old! Twenty-seven years old, ten years ago, when I was my age, I led a caravan alone to confront several gangsters and let them kill each other by relying on eloquence. Finally escaped. I can drive a carriage at full speed by myself."

He shook his head: "If it were me, I would have given up a long time ago. Heh, I can live as long as I can, and I will even devote all my energy and resources to faith, so as to enter the kingdom of the great **** of wealth after death."

Kiel took a small sip of his ale: "It seems that Mr. Ottosfetten is a stubborn, er, strong man. He did not succumb to fate."

"Isn't that right. Ha, he even dared to challenge fate. He is facing him at this time. He listened to the old liar's nonsense. He probably wants to take risks in the Three Kingdoms of the North. Hmph, repeat the same process."

Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" shook his head in disdain, and cursed something in a low voice.

"What?"

Keel wondered what he was cursing.

"I said, how can a **** be seen so easily? Right? Except in the stories, I have never seen anyone who has seen a god, and even some big people, like me, are hard to see in a lifetime."

Keir rubbed his nose and didn't know what to say. Do you want to tell the other party that he just saw the God of Saturn in person a few days ago, and as long as he enters the dream and asks Ms. Apolfina for help, there is a high probability that he will get it direct response.

In Kiel's heart, the elf lady is no different from human gods in terms of abilities.

However, if you say it this way, Mr. Deripari may think that you are drinking too much and talking nonsense. But fortunately, the other party just sighed with a few familiar companions, and soon got down to business.

"Okay, Knight Kiel, what can we talk about? Your common mission with the priest of Saturn? Is it a business?"

Although the other party was drinking, his eyes were bright and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, obviously thinking clearly.

Keir raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the other party had only been in contact with them for half a day, and he had already inquired about this from his team. But this is nothing, after all, he and Priest Batar did not keep this kind of thing secret in the team, and they even encouraged those who dared to fight to join in the operation to save the villagers of Changmai Village.

The more people there are, the better. After all, the strength of the opponent is unknown. Kiel is not afraid of having too many people, only that there are few people and the enemy is too strong.

And Mr. "Dry Olier" was quick to inquire about the news, and he, Keel, couldn't be bluffed by the other party like this.

Kiel then showed a smile, without the slightest panic of being hit by the other party's mission.

"How about a deal first?"

"What deal."

"Some bandits were captured on the commercial road in the west. To be honest, there should have been at least a few dozen people, but the battle was extremely fierce at that time. I became enthusiastic about fighting and killed many bandits who could be captured. .”

Kiel's words made the businessman on the opposite side frown: "How many people? Oh, I'm not asking how many people you killed, but how many people you have now."

"Ten or so, they are all despicable bandits who can be executed at will. Of course, they have all signed contracts with debts that will last a lifetime according to the way you here. How about it? Are you interested in this Is it? They are all strong young bandits, the kind that can do heavy manual labor for at least ten years."

The middle-aged businessman seemed to reacquaint himself with the young man in front of him before he realized what the other party's identity was.

"For this matter, it is more suitable for you to find Pangtorissa in the 'Golden Scythe'. Their chamber of commerce manages debt transactions in the town, as well as a large area of ​​field labor outside the town."

"For the matter in front of you, of course you should find the person in front of you. You can make some profits as an intermediary."

"Okay, I'll send someone to your place tomorrow to guide people. What about the price? You can only judge the price by looking at the physical condition of those bandits."

"Guaranteed not to let you lose money."

Kiel smiled and raised his wine glass, signaling a clink.

So ale and cider, wooden goblets and silver goblets collided.

The deal was finalized, and the drinks were naturally drank in one gulp.

At this moment, Keel felt that the aroma of the spring flowers seemed sweet and tinged with blood.

Sniff, no, it is indeed the smell of blood, not his brain memory association.

Looking along the taste, the fortress-like main building of the banquet restaurant faces south, and after crossing the sea of ​​flowers more than ten meters wide, there is a brick wall several meters high.

And behind the wall, there are vaguely noisy voices and a familiar grave-shaped building.

At the same time, the smell of blood came from that direction.

Keir curiously raised his finger in that direction and asked, "Mr. Deripari, what is that building for?"

The middle-aged businessman turned around and frowned and said, "Oh, there, it's just a place for some scumbags to unleash their violence. At the same time, it's also a part of the huge process where they are squeezed out of every bit of money."

Keir didn't understand: "Can you make it clearer? I didn't understand."

"To put it simply, it's a terrible place where fighting beasts, ferocious beasts, humanoid monsters, indebted humans, and mixed fighting beasts gather. A large number of poor people gamble there every three days, betting on the winning or losing of the game on the field, and then After playing games and betting again and again at night, most people will lose their last iron coin in the excitement of crazy violence and gambling.”

Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" beckoned to the waiters not far away to come over and refill their drinks.

"Only a small number of guys who have been glanced at by the goddess of luck can get more than ten times the coin harvest. And the largest part of the coins will be pocketed by the dealer to encourage those **** with empty pockets to die tomorrow morning." Honest hard work."

Keel took a sip of the ale that had just been filled, and blocked his cheeks from smiling with interest through the blocking of the wine glass.

"Sounds efficient."

"Yes, the poor people like that place very much, and many businessmen will go there for entertainment. But I have only been there a few times over the years. The place is too noisy. I am not young enough to stand people's attention. Shouting in unison, as well as hysterical wailing and crying. It's really ridiculous, every time those gamblers shouted, it was louder than the people who were cut and injured in the next fight."

Keir teased: "Perhaps, the people who were cut only shed blood, but the gamblers shed the money in their pockets at the same time!"

Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" was obviously amused: "Haha, if you say it like this, then I'd probably be able to yell very loudly!"

The two chatted and laughed, and the topic turned back to new things.

"Have you heard of the leader of the bandit gang who calls himself Mountain Wolf?"

Keir only said this softly, but Mr. Deripari, who heard this, became serious.

"I didn't hear you, Knight Kiel, can you say that again?"

"Business Road to the West, Barney the Mountain Wolf, the leader of the bandits."

Kiel said with certainty.

He saw that the middle-aged businessman became nervous at this time: "What's wrong with this **** guy? It's not what I thought, is it? Knight Kiel?"

The other party's eyes soon brightened up, and Kiel nodded, affirming the other party's conjecture: "Yes, I wiped out this gang of bandits. Barney the Mountain Wolf has already been killed by me."

"You did a great job! Good boy, oh, sorry, Knight Kiel, you really did a good job for our Dorne town! Wait until tomorrow, the big and small chambers of commerce in the town, every chamber of commerce will definitely be singing the praises your name!"

Seeing the other party's agitated expression, Keir pressed his hand to signal the other party to calm down.

"Ha, do you think I'm too excited? You don't know, this **** guy is the most cunning vampire fox on the commercial road leading to the western provinces in the west! He is lying on us merchants, using His cunning mind has sucked our spirits and blood, and of course many lives."

Keir couldn't laugh or cry, he was not interested in this, he was just a passer-by, and he didn't develop here, the gratitude and respect of the local people had no effect on him.

"I mean, Mr. Deripari, I mean, does this vampire fox you call, Barney the mountain wolf, have a bounty on him? It's either for himself or for a band of bandits."

"What are you thinking, Knight Kiel, of course! He is now on the board of the Chamber of Commerce's joint bounty list, and he is the second most wanted. Including but not limited to the bounties jointly initiated by the Chamber of Commerce, and several of us The bounty issued by the large chamber of commerce alone, as well as the bounty attached by a large number of small and medium-sized chambers of commerce after losing their caravan goods, and the bounty added by the relatives of countless poor people who were hurt by that guy."

Keir's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "How much is there?"

"Oh, boy, no one knows about this issue. The arrest warrant for him is as thick as a palm. No one has ever calculated how much bounty he has, but I can be sure that it is not at least this amount. .”

The middle-aged businessman gestured with an open palm, and then shook it twice.

"Twenty-five gold coins?"

"No no no."

The other party picked up the open palm: "Five."

Shaking a bit: "Add a zero."

Shaking again: "Add another zero."

"Five hundred gold coins?" Kiel shouted~www.readwn.com~ His shout suddenly attracted the attention of many people at the banquet, but others saw that Kiel Knight was alone with Mr. Deripari They talked on the terrace, so everyone was just curious, what could involve such a big list of five hundred gold coins.

Faced with Kiel Knight's guess, the middle-aged businessman nodded affirmatively: "It is this number, but it is only a superficial possibility. It will only be more, not less. You have to know, because this guy started many years ago. How many people have been killed, how many transactions have been ruined, and how many chambers of commerce have lost money.”

Kiel took a deep breath, collected his mind, and then asked cautiously in a trembling voice: "So, have you ever heard the title 'King of the White Wall'?"

The middle-aged businessman's eyes widened, his body swayed, and he even had to rely on the rock fence of the terrace to keep standing.

"Impossible! Tell me it's not true!"

Keir nodded: "I can only say that this guy, and his people, almost killed me. But what."

He stretched out his hand and gestured up and down: "Now that I am standing here, the 'White Wall King' can only be buried in the soil."

"You killed that guy?"

"Why, can't you kill it?"

Keir frowned, feeling something was wrong, and faintly placed his left hand on the weight ball of the hilt of the longsword hunting.

"No, no, good kill, good kill, but, young man, you got into big trouble."

Kiel raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "What trouble can there be if you kill the bandit? Are you loyal to him?"

"How can it be."

Mr. Deripari couldn't laugh or cry: "How could it be possible to be loyal to such a decaying nobleman?"

Keel looked back and realized what had happened.

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