Although there was only a light snowfall, the temperature in Gigg Town had dropped to -5 degrees Celsius within a few days like a roller coaster. The people who went out were trying their best to shrink their bodies into their cloaks, and each of them quickly shuttled through the deserted streets.
On the central street, the plants that grew due to Brody's spell had completely frozen to death, but because no one went to harvest them, they were now spread on the road like fallen wheat, stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see. Because there was still unmelted snow hanging on them, when leather boots stepped on them, "crunch, crunch" sounds could be heard.
Leslie leisurely stepped on the vegetation as he walked through the street. He stretched out his hand to adjust the badge on his chest, and strode into a huge mansion on the side of the street.
"Leader!"
"Hello, Leader!"
The mercenaries in front of the door stood up to greet him, the servants bowed respectfully, and the people in front of him dispersed … This feeling of having hundreds responding to his call made Leslie quite proud. He straightened his back, and his mind recalled the girl who was under him last night, and he couldn't hide the pride in his heart …
Those so-called nobles were nothing more than this.
Leslie was the leader of the "Wolverine Mercenary Regiment", with a base level of 18 and no advancement. It didn't sound high, but in a place like Gigg Town, he was obviously already a figure at the top of a small pyramid.
The mercenary regiment's station was very large, occupying a three-story mansion and a sizable yard by itself. The entire mercenary regiment had an authorized number of 270 people, but in reality, there were less than 60 people in Gigg Town. The rest of the members were either on duty or on a mission. At this time, it was winter, and there were more members on duty, so the station was not as lively as it used to be.
But in Leslie's view, in the near future, this place would definitely be more prosperous.
Because these days, he had secretly swallowed a lot of properties that originally belonged to Viscount Tranka. As long as he spent some time, the subsequent income would definitely roll in like a tide. Although the means were not honorable, and there was no skill, to put it bluntly, Leslie felt that it couldn't be more normal …
Since no one was in charge of the town, couldn't he do it himself?
Passing through the corridor and entering the conference hall, the room was decorated with swords and armors. No mercenary group could imitate a noble's heritage no matter how hard they tried. The only oil painting hanging on the wall was a fake. But Lesley, who was a man of culture, did not care at all. He leaned back on the main seat and took a big gulp of ale from a servant. "Davey, how's the investigation going? I heard that they've been talking about a sharpshooter recently? "
"They are just deliberately mystifying things. Those rumors are not reliable at all."
Deputy Commander Davey was a skinny man who excelled in archery. His archery skills were number one in Kigg Town. That was why he scoffed at the "sharpshooter" who "slaughtered an entire infantry battalion" that the townsfolk spoke of. In Davey's eyes, the townsfolk's description was complete nonsense.
How was it possible for someone to escape unscathed after attracting the firepower of more than two hundred people and even counterattack?
Please, can't you use your brain when you're making up stories?
"The only thing I can confirm is that there was indeed a guy with good archery skills at that time. He probably escaped after attracting the attention of some soldiers. I think he should be Baron Sodelor's subordinate."
"Sodelor … A new noble who just popped up dared to take over Kigg Town? It seems that his soldiers have suffered heavy losses. There are less than eighty of them left? "
When the war broke out, the "Wolverine Mercenary Group" was in a closed state and did not pay attention to what was going on outside. But after the war, they were quite quick to inquire about the news. It was just that they did not know the details of the battle. They had inquired about the "cause" and "result" of the matter, but they did not know the specific process.
So in Lesley's imagination, Sodelor should have led at least five hundred troops to defeat the lords. In the end, both sides suffered heavy losses, and he was left with less than eighty people.
"The news has been confirmed. There are a total of eighty people left. I've already seen their people patrolling the streets today. It's quite serious."
At this point, Davey's tone became somewhat teasing. "Kigg Town is not a deserted village. He's just a bumpkin who has just gained status. What right does he have to take over this place?"
Lesley's words made Lesley laugh out loud. But it was not too late. Davey then said in a low voice, "I always felt that those patrolling fellows looked familiar. But after thinking for a long time, I finally remembered that I've seen them in Norland Village before. They're scouts from Norland Village!"
Lesley was stunned for a moment, but then he laughed even more unscrupulously.
This new baron is really good at bluffing. Scouts from Norland Village? That has always been the slogan of "good-for-nothing"!
"So …"
Davey shook his head and said disdainfully, "If all his subordinates are at this level, I think I can make them scram in three days."
"Just give them a memorable lesson. Small nobles like them will probably be scared off after a little scare."
Lesley crossed his legs high. After finishing the ale in his hand, he stuffed it into the maid's hand and touched the maid's butt. His gaze became abnormally lascivious. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me."
The maids in this mansion were all top-notch. Everyone knew about Lesley's lecherous nature, so their relationship with Lesley was obvious.
The maid holding the cup bit her lip and turned around to walk to the bedroom. Davey knew that Lesley had something to do, so he tactfully got up and was ready to leave. However, a mercenary outside made him stop in his tracks.
"Leader, I have news to report!"
Lesley turned around and found that it was only one of his subordinates with no status. He casually asked a few questions, but who knew that the information that the other party brought would make his eyes instantly light up. "You saw her in the leather shop? You haven't seen her before? "
This person was the mercenary who had spoken ruthlessly in Suren's shop. He knew that his leader had a preference for women, so when he found out that Natha was a peerless beauty, he immediately thought of using a "borrowed knife to kill" method …
As long as Lesley's leader was moved, Suren would definitely be the first to be unlucky, and the guy who treated the beauty as his follower would definitely not escape Lesley's search!
A powerful dragon cannot suppress a snake in its own land. He didn't believe that anyone would dare to challenge the "Wolverine Mercenary Group" in Keg Town. For those guys who looked strong, they could just call a dozen of their brothers and beat them up as they pleased.
"She's definitely a new face in town … She's wearing a scarf, but her face is definitely the most perfect I've ever seen. None of the noble ladies in Hollier can compare!"
Lesley was slightly tempted, but he didn't recklessly search for her. Instead, he waved his hand and said to Davey, "You handle this matter. As long as you find her within three days, you will definitely be rewarded."
After saying this, he asked again, "By the way, where did the girl with the best figure from the Iron Horse Mercenary Group go?"
Davey was stunned for a moment, and then he replied, "I heard that the mercenary group was disbanded a few days ago. It's said that they went to the Silent Forest and suffered heavy losses. They're probably dead."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk … What a pity. That girl's figure is really great. Just thinking about it makes me excited."
Lesley sighed regretfully, but he reached out to untie his belt and walked towards the maid who had already taken off her clothes and was lying on the bed in the bedroom …
*****
November 16th.
"That book recorded all the information about 'Elson'. I don't quite understand some of the content, but I believe that with your ability, you may be able to find some clues."
At the edge of Kigg Town, Brody, who was preparing to return to Elsa's Village, once again emphasized this point to Roddy. He then reached out and grabbed the hide cloak Roddy had given him. "That book is very important. That's why I made an exception to come here."
Brody didn't explain too much. After all, any High Elf book could be considered a priceless treasure. One of the reasons he could give this book to Roddy alone was naturally in the book — On the Self-Awareness of the Defense System. Roddy hadn't read the book in detail yet, but after hearing Brody's words, he secretly noted it down in his heart. He planned to read it carefully when he got back.
The gloomy sky showed signs of snow again. Roddy looked up and said, "The second batch of resources will be sent to Elsa's Village with the team. If necessary, I can provide craftsmen to build houses with fireplaces in the village. This will save a lot of trouble during the winter. "
Winter was very cruel to the Wood Elves. Every year, some elves would fall sick and die from the low temperature. Although the death rate wasn't as high as that of humans, the Wood Elves didn't have a large population to begin with. They couldn't afford to lose so many elves.
Brody had also experienced the use of fireplaces in the past few days. He was immediately tempted. "If possible, I hope to build some houses for the children."
The Wood Elves were never pretentious. They immediately nodded in agreement. After a few words of greeting with Natha, they politely said goodbye and left the town under the escort of 20 people.
After sending Brody off, Roddy and Natha prepared to return to the manor to continue making equipment. Making leather armor required a lot of energy and time. Roddy couldn't care about anything else these days. He didn't even leave the house for meals. Today, seeing Brody off was actually a way for him to take a breather.
He was in a relaxed mood. The arrival of winter had slowed down many of his plans. It was rare for Roddy to have time to enjoy some peace. At this time, under the gloomy sky, he and Natha walked on the street one after the other. It felt like they were "strolling on the road".
Of course, this scene looked romantic, but in reality, it wasn't like that at all. Roddy didn't chat with Natha at all. He was just enjoying the cold wind while reminiscing about the days when he sat in a car and enjoyed the warm wind. He lamented in his heart about how backward this era was.
However, such thoughts quickly disappeared. His mind was soon filled with plans again. Thinking about the workload of making two sets of equipment, Roddy's "obsessive-compulsive disorder" made him gradually quicken his steps. However, he didn't walk far before a golden light suddenly lit up nearby. He stopped in his tracks.
"Akasha?"
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