Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Seeing that Milin finished a large glass of wine in two gulps, Gray Feng took the initiative to push his own glass in front of Milin.

This action made Avigo couldn't help but take another look at Gray Feng.

As one of Milin's few acquaintances in the city of Escalon, Avigo knew about Gray Wind.

In other words, people who know Milin will be deeply impressed by this guy who always has a beautiful girl by his side.

This is why Avigo would joke that Milin was the emperor's illegitimate son. In fact, it was because many of Milin's behaviors made him more like a young master who neglected his family.

But compared to this gray girl who always wears exotic clothes, Avigo knows Milin's other maid better.

Most of the time, Milin took Alori with him when he went to eat out in Avigo. When he was with Alori, he almost never paid first.

Because no one knows how much Alori will drink. It can be said that a large number of guests like Alori are the most welcomed by tavern owners like Avigo. It would be even better if Milin is willing to give Alori a higher-end wine. Welcome.

For example, the glass of noble brand wine in front of Milin is worth nearly two dinars.

In addition to his massive strength, Alori's combat prowess also impressed Avigo.

Despite the ferocious looks of everyone filling the lobby, if there was really going to be a brawl in the tavern, Alori would probably beat him to the ground alone.

Avigo, who has watched Alori clear the scene alone more than once, is still very confident on this point.

The top thug was not with him, and after contacting the harvest that Milin just mentioned, Avigo could almost guess what Milin's harvest was. He raised the empty wine glass in his hand and pretended to salute Milin. :

Then it seems that your harvest this time is indeed good.

Hey, please fill up the glass for a toast. Even so, Milin still cooperated and raised the glass and took a sip.

Are you asking? Avigo said and put away the cup that Milin had just finished drinking.

Sooner or later you will drown in dinars, Lao Wei. Milin complained speechlessly.

That's my ideal in life. It would be even better if it could be replaced by an equal amount of Orioux. Avigo said with a smile.

Haha... Milin, who was not interested in continuing to discuss whether this ideal was tacky or simple, put down the wine glass in his hand, turned his head and looked at the lobby, and asked Avigo strangely:

What's going on with these people?

Can't you see? Avigo asked, seeming to wonder why Milin would ask such a question.

What can I see? Milin was a little confused.

They are all the same people as you, Avigo said.

Huh? Since when could being thick and handsome become synonymous? After being stunned for a moment, Milin realized what Avigo was talking about and said strangely:

Are these all mercenaries too?

Well, they are all war jackals like you. Avigo nodded, but unfortunately because he had no chin, this action looked very strange.

Tsk, where did they all come from? Milin asked after solving one question and then more questions popped up.

Just like the inheritance law of the Praetorian Guard, the mercenary system is also one of the characteristics of ancient Rome, but it is strange to have so many mercenaries.

Milin, who noticed at Avigo's prompt that these customers were mercenaries, also analyzed that these mercenaries came from at least seven or eight different waves of mercenary forces.

It's not surprising, right? It's not surprising that mercenaries would gather in places like ours where the lord is not at home. Avigo said disapprovingly.

e Milin picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Milin, who has been a mercenary for half a year, knows exactly what Avigo is talking about.

According to general circumstances, the so-called rules of the empire, mercenaries like Milin are not allowed to enter cities like Iscalon.

Unless summoned by the lord, they must be stationed in a designated area and accept the supervision of the city defense force.

In other words, serious mercenary groups can only accept tasks issued by local lords, the so-called official empire, and cannot find food on their own.

However, the fees charged by these aristocratic intermediaries are too shady. The intermediary fees and final income of 70% to 30% are all given by these gentlemen.

That bandit-suppression mission worth 1,167 dinars, if this formal procedure was followed, it would be a great deal for Milin to get 200 dinars in the end.

Therefore, most mercenary groups like to go to places where the lord is away.

The master who usually eats the bulk is not at home, so some rules are naturally ineffective.

However, this answer did not solve Milin's doubts, because no matter how attractive the lord was not at home, there would not be so many mercenaries.

A relatively peaceful area in the hinterland of the empire like Escalon has a relatively capable mercenary force like Milin, and two or three kittens are enough to solve daily security problems.

Unless something happened here or something is about to happen.

You know that's not what I'm asking, Lao Wei. Milin returned his attention to the tavern owner in front of him.

Then you should ask Marcus. The Marcus Avigo said is the manager of the Escalon Arena or the Colosseum, and he can be regarded as a temporary intermediary who temporarily replaces the lords and deals with the mercenaries.

The fees are cheap and it also supports P2P services.

...The problem is that guy likes to hide half of everything he says, so it's better not to ask. Milin complained about the cheap temporary intermediary.

That's not the same as you. Maybe he was tricked by Marcus's habit of hiding half of everything he said. Avigo slapped the bar hard and said, which Milin never took away. The change disappeared without a trace.

Avigo, who swept away the coins, leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice and said to Milin:

I heard these mercenaries want to become nobles.

Oh. Milin nodded. All mercenaries in the empire wanted to become nobles. This was a normal result of the mercenary system with the same style as the late ancient Rome.

That's all. Avigo said that's all he knew.

What is this? This thing is not worth four copper coins. Milin winked at Avigo.

Facing Milin's questioning gaze, Avigo shrugged his shoulders innocently and said, Then treat it as if you bought me a drink.

As he spoke, Avigo took the initiative to pour himself a glass of wine, finishing it in one gulp before Milin could react. After finishing the wine, he burped with satisfaction.

Noticing that the wine Avigo poured for him was the kind that cost just four copper coins a glass, Milin could only helplessly shrug like Avigo and said:

Okay, just think it's me who invited you.

After all, Avigo is just an ordinary tavern owner. He doesn't have the magical settings in fantasy stories that seem to know all the secrets, including the color of the devil's underwear.

The only source of information for this tavern owner whose biggest dream was to be drowned in dinars, and who rarely left Escalon, was only the usual customers who got high after drinking too much.

Then this ordinary tavern owner who was greedy for money and stingy used his customers' oral pleasure to forcefully earn Milin four copper coins.