"Witness the golden tree! The royal army under the command of Lord Greg, the 'Golden King', move forward!" Farrugia roared. "Forward!" the soldiers roared in response. Roland may not yet understand what this operation means to Farrugia and the others. This is a contact between one country and another country, especially since they believe that Roland is the incarnation of the golden tree of their faith, so they naturally have to show the pride and strength of their country and make the other country feel awe and fear. So even though there were only 8 people, which was far from the thousands of troops at the beginning, Farrugia and the others showed a fearless momentum. There is no other reason, because the incarnation of the god they believe in is watching them gently and trusting them. Char was yawning as usual, wearing faded brown leather armor. The end of his spear was placed on the ground to support his lazy body, and he impatiently checked the pedestrians and carriages coming and going. Many times he would let people pass after a cursory glance. Occasionally, someone who was hesitant and speechless would quietly reveal a few silver would pretend not to care and reach out to check the clothes while holding down the silver coins, and then wave with a disgusted expression to let people in quickly. Relying on this job, he can order an extra meaty dish to accompany the wine when he drinks in the tavern. As for whether any suspicious characters will be included, please, it has nothing to do with , if the sky falls, the city lord will hold it up, and if the city lord cannot withstand it, the lord will hold it would a poor guy like me be so dedicated? How much money would make me work so hard?
His companion Mark also agreed with his point of view. Charles looked over and saw Mark retracting his dirty hands from a woman who came into the city. Tsk, this old spat disdainfully. He never took advantage of women who came into town like Mark he wanted to play with women, he could just go to a brothel in the city, and it didn't even cost him money. Of course, this is not how noble his character was just so that he could find a little sense of superiority from Mark. Just as he was taking a small amount of moral pleasure from his companion Mark, there was a commotion and exclamation from behind the queue into the city. Char immediately became angry. Why can't these damn civilians just calm down and be kind to you and me?Trying to find things to do for yourself is really looking for death. He raised his spear, and the troublemaker would be silent when he saw the sharp tip of his he put on his crooked helmet and asked Mark to stay at the city gate to continue checking. He went to the place where the commotion occurred to deal with these disobedient mud-legged people who like to cause trouble. How much money should I ask for from the person who caused the trouble?Although Char's face looked impatient and even sinister, he was happy in his is an opportunity for fair and square blackmail. However, the further he walked, the more he felt that something was wrong. Generally speaking, the two parties would quarrel, and he could hear the yelling even if they were far away. But the further he walked toward the back of the queue, the more he felt something was civilians who were originally lined up stood on both sides one by one, and even the carriages loaded with goods moved closer to the roadside as much as possible, showing frightened and envious eyes, as if they were actively giving way to someone or something. The more he walked, the more surprised he became. The spear was slung back on his back at some point, and his originally arrogant expression also calmed down. Those who managed to work at the city gate were those who had extremely good observation skills and knew who they could mess with and who they couldn't. If you mess with anyone, even if you look at yourself, you will lose your life. Then he heard the sound of neat and heavy footsteps, the sound of metal hitting the ground, and the sound of flags dancing in the air. Then, he saw the beautiful swordsman holding the golden flag high. He saw the coat of arms of gold and lion. The noble and mysterious gold came into his eyes, and he also saw an ancient country approaching. "Stop!" A tall and powerful cavalryman behind the female swordsman gave the order. The king's army moved in unison and stamped their feet on the ground, making a whole procession came to a halt, and then there was no sound, not even the snorting of the horses, except for the flags flapping in the wind and the murmurings of those who dared to watch the show. Cold sweat broke out on Charles's forehead, and his palms were already wet. His throat was bitter and thirsty, and he didn't know how to saw the armor on the opponent's body, how clean and perfect it was, and then looked at the leather armor he had worn for a long time, feeling ashamed. "Golden Dynasty patrols all countries, soldiers, please state your name and affiliation! We have gifts for our friends!" Farrugia looked at Char, who was at a loss in front of him and others, and announced his name loudly. Then asked. What is the golden dynasty, what is the name and affiliation, who do I work for?Char's eyes were confused. "Hey, hey, my lords, please show your respect. I told you that we little people have never seen this battle before. Let me come. Let me come." At this time, a voice that sounded like a slut came from the gold-like noble team. the sound of. No, it should be said that he is the one who should be cheated. Everyone who saw Roland thought that he should not be in the team. He was as unsocial as a spoonful of hot sauce on a dessert or a husky jumping out of a pack of wolves. .
"Hey, hey, hey, buddy, they asked you where the city lord is and are here to give you a gift." Roland smiled and winked, and he and Char were familiar with each other. Who are you? Char looked at the guy in front of him who was similar to himself, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Chapter 14:Things become increasingly confusing Marek was lying on a white down quilt when someone woke him up hastily. The hangover from last night gave him a splitting headache. He sat up, yawned, and impatiently yelled at the guard who woke him up: "Didn't you tell me not to call me no matter what happens today?" The guard knelt on the ground and said in a panic: "But Lord City Lord, a group of envoys calling themselves the 'Golden Dynasty' came outside the city and asked to see you." "'Golden Dynasty'? I know every country in Salid continent, why haven't I heard of this name?" Marek put on a reddish-brown leather jacket to keep out the cold, rubbed his hands, and continued He took a sip from the hot tea handed to him by the servant on the water with just the right temperature warmed the esophagus and stomach, and also made Marek's brain start to work. "I don't know, I don't know. They are blocking the city gate now. People entering the city are watching, waiting for you to come forward." The guard stammered. Marek frowned: "Why are you so unruly? Do I have to see them if they want to see me? What do I do to raise you? Why don't you drive them away and put them in the way?" The guard hesitated and said, "We tried to take action." "Why did you come back after I started doing it?" "I haven't been beaten before." The guard hesitated and whispered. "Ah? What did you say?" Marek didn't hear clearly. The guard shouted: "Report! Captain, they have never beaten the other side's soldiers. Now they are disarmed by the other side at the gate of the city, and their lives are not hurt. And they also brought back Elizabeth and Wellington who escaped." "He 'beep--' you bunch of losers, take me over quickly." Marek cursed angrily after hearing this, realizing that the person who came here was put on his trousers in a hurry, without even taking the golden cane that he usually liked to show off his wealth, and asked the guards to take him to the city gate. But don't do anything bad. Marek didn't know how capable the soldiers he spent a lot of money to raise 'm afraid I've hit a brick wall. I just hope that the other party can be more considerate and say a few kind words to turn this big thing into a trivial one. The city gate of the ancient city, or a gate made of several thick tree trunks and a short wall composed of mud and stones. However, the city gate at this time was different from usual. A ten-man team of guards was beaten to the ground by Acker and Bavel and not even a single wrinkle could be seen in the armor of the two two-handed swordsmen who were attacking. At this time Roland was continuing to use his acting skills. "Ouch, I said, brothers, why are you doing this? They just want to see the city lord and give them some gifts. Now it's okay, I also tried to fight this time, but I still can't beat you. You make it impossible for me to do my job. ." Roland squatted next to Char and said with a small mouth. The wooden gun in Char's hand had been neatly chopped into three pieces by the two-handed swordsman Ake. He lay on the ground with a swollen face and listened to the mercenary who didn't know where he came from buzzing in his ears. He opened his eyelids that had been punched out of panda eyes, and looked around. Mark had already slipped away to no one knows turtle grandson finished reporting to the captain, and then ran away after seeing them having a conflict. Damn it, the captain and his men that Mark called over are all dumbfounded. The armor they are wearing is obviously much better than ours. How dare they speak rudely or even tease the female swordsman who seems to be untouchable? of? You are used to being arrogant in this ancient city. You are Lord Marek's personal soldiers, and the residents of the city who are domineering dare not speak others are not afraid of you. If you use your brain, the female swordsman has been standing in the wind for a long time without even moving her hands holding the that something you can mess with?I really thought it would be great if I wore some armor, but my eyesight is not as good as mine standing on guard. Char's mouth was grimacing in pain. He had no choice but to do so. He couldn't run away if Mark ran away, otherwise he would have a hard time settling the accounts with the , the opponent won't hurt anyone's life. After a few punches, he will be able to find an excuse to be held accountable. He was tired of hearing Roland's words, rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, who are you? You are not in the same group as them, are you?" Roland spread his hands and said: "They are definitely not a group. I am a mercenary under the leader of Regias. When we went to arrest people in the forest, something happened to the monster. The leader and the others were all dead. I was lucky enough to be killed by them. Saved. Then I realized, hey, there is an isolated country in this big forest."
Char was a little confused and said, "Are you a mercenary under Regeas? I don't think I've seen you before?" Roland thought to himself, it's bad, and then he continued to lie: "Have you never seen anything abnormal? Do you know everyone in this city? I rarely go out and stay in the dormitory. We drink and play with women. It costs money. If I don’t have money, where would I stay in the dormitory?” Char was stunned and said: "That's true. I heard others say that Regias is quite stingy and has the same virtue as his uncle Marek." Marek is Regius's uncle?Roland was surprised for a moment, and then said with a distressed look: "Hey, so what do you think I should do? This guy was slapped by a big black bear and his neck was broken, and the sword was broken in two. But at least I got him back. This Lord Marek won’t do anything to me, right?” Char adjusted his position so that he could lie more comfortably on the mud floor, and said: "Regias and Marek don't have a deep relationship. They will die if they die, but brother, I'm afraid the commission you deserve will be taken away." That old greedy guy found a reason to deduct a lot of money." Roland pretended to be annoyed: "Oh, what do you think this is all about?" "Okay, basically no one can come out of the forest. It's good that you came out alive, and you also chased the city's main people back. If he doesn't kill you on purpose to comfort his nephew's spirit in heaven, you can just steal it Have fun." Charles even wanted to sleep on the ground for a while. But he heard hurried footsteps and guessed that the city lord might have brought someone he immediately made a painful expression, held his stomach and howled hard, as if he was seriously injured. Roland looked at Charles's acting without excessiveness and couldn't help complaining: "Brother, your acting is too fake." Charles stopped wailing and rolled his eyes, and said: "Then give me the military salary that was deducted from me. Why did you go and talk to me when you were supposed to do it? When the city lord comes, you can find a way to explain Reggie on your own." It’s about Yas.” After saying that, he changed the direction of his body lying on the ground and continued howling. stood up and returned to Farrugia and the others, waiting for the arrival of Lord Marek. "The distinguished guests have come from afar, and I would be disrespectful to welcome them from afar." The Lord Marek came before the guests arrived. More guards followed him, and he hurried to the city he saw the beaten soldiers lying in shame and conspicuousness at the city gate, his eyes twitched. "I am Marek, the city lord of Duogu City. I have not disciplined you well, and my subordinates have offended all the distinguished guests without permission. I will apologize to you first." Marek apologized and said with a smile, and then bowed and saluted. Roland felt that if there weren't too many people watching around him, he could even kowtow a few more times. "It doesn't matter, we are just here to complete our mission. But if your men make another offensive move, it will not be as simple as just punching them down." Farrugia was riding high on his war horse. Marek didn't feel dissatisfied, as long as this matter could be looked at the team, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he arrival of the Holy Empire's troops was nothing more than did these guys come from? Then he saw Roland, who was huddled aside and trying to be a turtle. Marek frowned at first, the clothes looked it suddenly dawned on him, "Beep--" Isn't this what the mercenary group that that bastard from Regias wore? At this thought, Marek narrowed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly pointed at Roland and said angrily: "You, get here." Roland pretended to be trembling with fear and walked towards Marek. Little did they know that Marek's roar made Farrugia and the others nervous. They silently placed their hands on their weapons so that they could pull them out at any time. "You are from Regias, where are the others? Why can't I see him?" Marek asked in a stern tone. Roland covered the burning marks on his face and explained with the words he had prepared before. "What? Regeas is dead? How did you survive?" "The group of people behind me happened to rescue me. I was lucky and was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I found out that I had been rescued by them, and then they told me that the leader had passed away." Roland replied. Marek took a deep breath, too much was happening at had a great time with the envoy last night, and he was still a little pinched his eyebrows, smiled, and said respectfully to Farrugia and the others: "I'm very sorry for making you laugh. This is not the place for conversation. Please come to the city and come to my house to talk. " "Then please, City Lord, lead the way." Farrugia also stepped down, waved his hand to signal the team to move, and then rode his horse into the city unhurriedly. "Wait a minute, Lord City Lord. I helped you find this man. I almost lost my life myself. This money..." Roland looked at Marek's cannibalistic eyes and showed that he is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. manner.
"Give him three silver coins and tell him to get out of here." Marek said angrily. Upon hearing this, a guard behind him threw three silver coins and landed on the ground in front of Roland. They are indeed stingy. Three silver coins are almost the cost of two didn't care and bent down to pick it watching them enter the city with a smile on his face, he entered Duogu City. It’s no different from the border towns I’ve been to before. Mud and garbage can be seen everywhere on the ground. You can’t even tell whether it’s human or animal excrement. The air is filled with this unknown sour ' houses are also mud houses or wooden houses, but in Duogu City, everyone can tell at a glance where the city lord lives. The largest and most stately-sounding house was Marek's residence. Roland was walking bored on the street, or rather on the dirt City is not big, and it didn't take long for him to complete a circle. When the residents in the city saw him dressed like a mercenary, they didn't have any sense to provoke him. The town was peaceful, or that's what a border town should be merchants and the mercenaries they hired supply supplies here, while residents of the towns sell food and so , small groups of children wearing ragged clothes would run along the streets and disappear in the blink of an eye. But it always feels like there’s not too much couldn't stop popping up in Roland's heart. He felt that he had missed something somewhere, something that he had heard about not long ago but was not very noticeable in his mind. "Hey, system, do you think there's anything wrong in the town?" Roland simply asked in his mind. [I’m not a crime-solving system, so don’t ask me don't think so. Everything in this town is the people living here cannot be said to live and work in peace and contentment, this situation is considered very normal for border towns. 】 "Hmm..." Roland pondered in his heart, and suddenly turned around and walked towards a pub he had just discovered while shopping. [Have you thought of what you think is wrong? 】The system asked curiously. "Yeah, but I have to find someone to ask. These three free silver coins can just come in handy." Roland replied, then walked quickly to the tavern and opened the door of the tavern. The noise of people and the smell of sweat The smell of food and wine came out together. Roland's expression didn't change. He had long been accustomed to these messy smells. He ordered a piece of ale and a piece of barbecue and bread, and sat in the liveliest place among the crowd. There were two drunkards dressed as adventurers who were arm wrestling, while others gathered around and booed. Roland squeezed in with a wooden wine glass and a dinner plate. The crowd was nothing. There were too many people squeezing in to watch the show. As long as he was careful not to steal his wallet from the crowd, everything else didn't matter. "Brother, what are they doing?" Roland took a bite of the barbecue. The barbecue without much salt and spices and the greasy oil almost prevented Roland from spitting it out. Fortunately, he resisted chewing a few mouthfuls with a weird look on his face. Swallow it whole. The face of the person he slapped on the shoulder and called "buddy" was also stained with alcohol. He turned around with a smile and said, "These two are jealous of a woman. After the drinking fight, they are now comparing their strength." "Oh, oh, oh, it turns out that I got angry because of my beauty. I understand. Come on, little brother, I'm new here. I'll treat you to this glass of wine. Brother, please tell me about the things in this city." Roland put the wine glass in his hand. Hand it over. When the man saw Roland being so smart, he looked like a coward and pointed at himself and boasted, "Brother, you have found the right person. There is nothing in this city that I don't know about." "Really or not, tell me, who are these two arm-wrestling people and what do they do?" Roland deliberately showed an expression of disbelief. "It's simple. These two are mercenaries from Jacob's mercenary group. They are the mercenary group that was recently hired by the city lord with few people. How about it, brother, I didn't brag and lie to you, did I?" Brother laughed haha He took a sip of ale, and the wine he was treated to tasted different. Roland expressed his admiration appropriately: "Awesome, awesome, brother, you are really capable." "Hiccup, that's not the case." "Speaking of women, brother, did you know that the city lord's wife Elizabeth ran away with someone?" Roland asked following the topic. The old man took a sip of wine and continued: "Hey, who doesn't know about this? The city lord is so angry about this that he wants to hang the woman on top of the city." "What about her family?" Roland continued to ask. The old man was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Roland with a smile and said: "Brother, you, don't make fun of me. Who in this ancient city doesn't know that the young wife of the city lord is a poor noble lady he picked up from outside the city? What family? Oh, that’s right. Brother, you’re just a newbie here and you don’t know.” Roland frowned, then hurriedly covered his forehead and said: "Hey, mine, mine, it belongs to the younger brother, not mine. Please treat the elder brother to eat this bread too. Has the city lord sent soldiers to kill anyone in the city recently?" "
"Ahem, cough, don't talk nonsense. How dare the city lord kill someone? The lord's birthday is coming soon, and I heard that the inspector is on the way. How dare he see red at this moment? Let the inspector know Are you trying to make things difficult for yourself?" The man rolled his eyes. Roland followed the law and asked four more people the same question, and the silver coins that Marek sent him happened to be spent. The answers from these people were all the same. Elizabeth was alone when she was picked up by the city lord, and there had been no murders in the city recently. Although he was in a busy tavern, Roland felt a chill in his heart. Elizabeth, she's lying.