Roddy naturally did not know what the name 'Khadgar' represented. Perhaps the answer was in this book, but he really did not have the energy to read it. He closed the book and forced himself to take off his coat. The moment Roddy fell onto the bed, he immediately fell into a deep sleep …
This was probably the most peaceful sleep Roddy had had in a long time.
Winter had arrived, and Roddy was not worried at all that there would be a large-scale battle. The harsh cold was an extreme condition for any race. From 590 to 597, there had not been a single war that broke out in the kingdom during winter. Even when the Beastmen invaded, the winter was also a 'truce'.
In this era, the 'cruelty' represented by the harsh cold was something that modern people who were exposed to air conditioners every day could not understand.
After Roddy fell asleep, Kiger Town welcomed the first snow of the winter.
The cleaning work outside the town was almost complete. The corpses were cleaned up, and the wounded were gradually evacuated. Commoners began to walk around the town.
They met each other and immediately began to share everything they had seen in the battle. Rumors about the battle also quickly spread in the town.
Because Rody had fought a 'guerilla warfare' and a 'siege and annihilation battle', there were a lot of eyewitnesses who had seen everything through the cracks of the window. In the eyes of those eyewitnesses, what excited them was not the 'siege and annihilation battle at the crossroads', but the archer who single-handedly forced hundreds of infantry to retreat.
Speaking of which, in this era where information was not developed, the deeds of 'heroes' and 'knights' were always something that the masses loved to see. So, almost overnight, there were at least twenty versions of the powerful archer's story …
"I saw him jump onto the roof with my own eyes and shoot three people to death, one arrow for one!"
"His arrows can emit blue light! He shot through three people with one arrow! "
"A cavalry regiment that came later was scared half to death when they saw him. The leader even fell off his horse!"
"I heard that this guy isn't human. He seems to be a wood elf from the forest …"
At first, the information was still reliable, but later, all kinds of "details" were gradually added. The biographies like "Dragon Lance Knight" or "Dragon Slayer Trilogy" were very popular, so it was not surprising that these illiterate people described Roddy as a monster with three heads and six arms who could breathe fire.
On the other hand, Roddy didn't feel any pressure at all.
On the 13th of November, after changing into a thick leather coat and getting someone to cut his hair short, Roddy walked on the streets of the town. No one associated him with the God of Slaughter.
"Ha … I owe you."
Roddy rubbed his slightly swollen eyes, pulled his hood tight, and slowly walked through the snow-covered streets. After a long time, he came to a bar, looked up at the sign that said "Wild Rose", pushed the door and walked in.
There was no heatwave or deafening noise that he had imagined. After it snowed, the people in the town didn't like to come out, so there were fewer customers in the bar than usual. The fireplace was burning brightly, and the sound of conversation echoed in the wooden hall, but it was not noisy.
Roddy tightened his leather coat, went straight to a table and sat down. He looked at the two people who had been sitting here for a while, took off his hood and said, "How's your injury?"
"With the help of potions and Priest Akasha, I've recovered."
The one who answered Roddy was Buffon, the skinny mercenary with a face full of obedience and admiration.
Fatty Henry next to him was the same. He looked at Roddy's young face and guessed that Roddy might be younger than him, but in terms of ability, he was much weaker.
"That's good. How's the information I asked you to search?"
"From yesterday to now, I've roughly sorted out these …"
Henry and Buffon were the "local bullies." If he wanted to consult the town, he would naturally look for them first. After listening to the two talk about the current situation of Gigg Town, Roddy began to arrange the next task. He did not forget to take out a bag in his hand, "This is the previous commission, and the compensation for the accidental attack. These are separate matters. Everything will be done according to the agreement."
Henry and Buffon originally nodded and thought about how to do the task that Roddy arranged beautifully. As a result, they were dumbfounded when they saw the bag of money in Roddy's hand. The fatty who reacted quickly immediately got up and respectfully pushed the bag of silver coins back, "Sir Roddy, our lives have been saved by you twice. In the future, if there is no other request, we will do whatever you want us to do, but please don't give us any more salary …"
Henry's expression was extremely sincere. A week ago, he was still thinking about whether or not to get some benefits from the task, but now he really did not have any other thoughts, "Just give us some food to eat. You are a person who can do great things, we know."
This was the eyesight of a mercenary. Buffon was simply grateful, but Henry could see that Roddy was extraordinary from this incident. Not to mention that the battle was full of tricks and tricks, Wellington and Titus personally came to rescue them, and could even command the Knights Templar. How could this be done by an ordinary person?
Roddy did not look surprised, but he did not keep the bag of silver coins. Instead, he raised his hand and took out two contracts, "If it is according to what you said, then sign this contract. But the money is still the reward, and it is also what you deserve."
After saying this, Roddy put on his hood again, "Remember those tasks. I still have something to do, so I will go first."
Leaving behind Henry who wanted to say something, but stopped on second thought, and Buffon who continued to be dull, Roddy pushed open the door of the bar and disappeared from sight. The two people who stayed in the bar looked down at the contract. It was a "long-term" contract, with a time limit of 30 years. It sounded like a "contract to sell oneself", but the conditions were good, the salary was extremely high, and there was even a vacation.
"Buddy, this contract …"
To be honest, Buffon had never seen such a contract. The contracts in this day and age were basically a few sentences, and there was no one who wrote it in such detail.
"Sign it." Henry quickly understood that this was Roddy's style of doing things — no ambiguity, clear definition, and clear distribution of responsibilities. When it was time to use you, don't look for excuses, and when it was not time to use you, you can rest however you want.
"Then this money …"
"Keep it." Henry reached out and took the bag of money in his hand, "His meaning is very clear. We will earn as much as we put in the effort. Not a penny more, not a penny less, understand?"
Buffon nodded, listening to the sound of the silver coins clattering in his ears, but he still could not help but swallow his saliva.
He had never made so much money in his life.
But before the two had time to say anything else, the door of the bar was pushed open, and the originally quiet hall immediately changed because of the noisy shouting …
"The damn weather is too cold, Tirion, hurry up and serve the wine!"
"Get up, don't you know me? I like this seat! "
Four or five guys dressed as mercenaries approached the bar, first driving away the people around the fireplace, then began to hold the glass of ale, their mouths full of dirty words. When they saw people looking at them with indignant eyes, they shouted arrogantly, "What are you looking at? Do you believe that I will kill you? "
People who had been in Gigg Town all year round knew that these guys were members of the "Wolverine Mercenary Corps". If the mercenary corps in the town were to be ranked, this mercenary corps would be the strongest – they had a large number of people, good equipment, and controlled nearly half of the task quota in the town.
In the past, the "Wolverine Mercenary Corps" had been developing healthily, but in recent years, the "dominant" situation made the members of this mercenary corps become more and more arrogant.
Before this, Viscount Tranka controlled the various interests and the right to speak in the town, so these members were simply arrogant. But recently, after the town fell into a "masterless" state, this mercenary corps began to openly and covertly devour some of the interests that used to belong to the nobles, and because of this, they became more courageous.
In this era, relying on force was the mainstream, after all. The other mercenary corps in the town generally did not dare to provoke them, so in the end, this situation of "when the tiger is not in the mountain, the monkey is king" was created.
Henry turned his head and glanced, and one of them happened to notice his gaze. After taking a closer look, he sneered, "I heard that the Iron Horse Mercenary Corps is dead, why are you still alive? Where's that pretty girl in your corps? Our boss is still waiting to have a taste. Don't tell me she's also dead? "
The "Iron Horse Mercenary Corps" had been canceled from the Mercenary Guild. People in the information trade naturally knew this, but obviously, they did not care at all. Instead, they gloated and laughed at them.
Buffon was provoked by these words and immediately stood up to say something, but he was stopped by Henry, "Why are you so excited?"
"They …" Buffon gritted his teeth. The death of comrades was a taboo in the trade, and no one wanted to joke about it. These guys in front of him were obviously here to find trouble.
Fatty Henry narrowed his eyes and did not speak – it was common for mercenaries to be brave and fierce, and it was not uncommon for them to fight because of a disagreement. If it was in the past, he might have pulled Buffon and directly chopped them up …
But when he looked at the two contracts, his mind was clearer than ever.
After knowing Roddy, Henry's "vision" had been raised a lot … The "pattern" that was limited to Gigg Town in the past had unknowingly and completely changed.
Now, he and Buffon were thinking about how to help Roddy take over this territory. Compared to this goal, the "Wolverine Mercenary Corps" could only be called a "small fight".
Insult? After the matter was settled, they could casually use some connections to crush this group of guys to death. Now that they were showing off their bravery, they would be at a disadvantage.
"Let's go, we still have business."
Fatty shook his head at Buffon, got up and left directly.
"You still haven't answered my question? Is that pretty girl still alive? Don't run! "
The ridicule of the mercenaries behind them became more and more unbridled, but seeing that Henry and Buffon did not respond at all, they felt that it was meaningless. They turned around and scolded, "Two cowards. In the past, you still know how to talk back, but now you are so cowardly. Tsk tsk …"
"Ignore them. What's Lord Leader's plan recently?"
"These few days, aren't they making a fuss about the ownership of the town? Anyway, no matter who takes over, Leader is prepared to extort a sum of money from them … Our Wolverine Mercenary Corps is not a pushover. Even Teranka has to give face, if it was someone else, we would also have to give face."
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