Chapter 832 63. Recruitment
Morning Tavern.
The Dawn Tavern, which is usually crowded during the day, is now filled with only a few guests. Most people went to the recruitment office to watch the excitement.
Squares, gardens, mage towers, ports, mercenary halls, arenas...
Annan's recruitment advertisements were all shown simultaneously in densely populated places in the city. It is even said that not only Liberty City, but also towns with theaters and commercial streets are showing this magical video——
At this time, two mercenaries who had just arrived from Free City were sitting in a tavern, tasting the local specialty "happy wine": a kind of wine that is as spicy as strong liquor, but even people who are easily drunk will get drunk when they hear the word "wine". Can drink a cup.
The evaluation of drunkards is therefore polarized. Some people think that wine that is not drunk is worthy of being called wine? Some people think that if Happy Wine smells like wine and tastes like wine, then it is wine.
“Have you seen the recruitment advertisement?” the man on the left asked his companion.
"Look, I didn't expect that there was really fighting in the north... You don't want to go, do you?" The person on the right asked him.
"How is that possible? That guy named Annan, who does he think he is? Wanting others to die just by talking?"
"You're right." A voice echoed from the corner.
The two mercenaries looked over cautiously, unable to see clearly who was speaking... By the way, was the corner of the tavern so dark a few days ago?
"Those nobles are just trying to get people to die in front."
The voice as warm as the sun had a northern accent, and the two mercenaries remained vigilantly silent.
They accepted commissions all day long, and often encountered bastards who deliberately fished. For example, you could sleep with a half-blood elf for two silver coins, but after you paid the money and entered the room, there was only a rat-man covered in fur. Another example is that the gang boss deliberately let his lover seduce the stupid son of a noble family, and then threatened the noble to pay money in the name of rape.
In the end, the voice still said: "The poor go to the front to die, and the rich hide in the back, occupy the poor's property, and do business with the enemy...Kill all the nobles in the world. There are innocent people, but kill every other one." There is definitely something that has slipped through the net.”
“I think you are a bit extreme...” The mercenary on the right was restless, worried that this topic would get him into trouble.
“You are right!” His companion suddenly shouted, attracting a lot of looks, “Those nobles are getting richer and richer, and every gold they have is stained with the souls of the dead! "
"And those who signed up are all damn idiots!"
He is obviously a man with a story.
"You are wrong... they are noble." The voice said: "We should not laugh at those who sacrificed for us. No matter what their purpose... they did protect us, so if you want to scold them, just scold the nobles. Okay."
"You're right, respect those stupid good people." After a moment of silence, the person on the left raised his glass and said, "I bought your drink. I don't know who you are? ”
“I am Annan”
No matter whether the two mercenaries were drunk or not, they were mostly sober at this time. They grabbed a handful of money and threw it on the table, sweating. He left the tavern.
Wood came over with an oil lamp, "They won't come again." He complained while taking away the money on the table.
The two mercenaries were so frightened that they gave them several more silver coins.
Three silhouettes appeared in the corner illuminated by the oil lamp: Annan, Olmedo, and Francois.
"You won't arrest them?" Francois asked.
"What's the crime? Did you repeat what we did?"
Everyone knows that the north is now a meat grinding ground... for rat people and humans.
"But someone has to do it..." Annan picked up the untouched lemonade, raised it and put it back. "If they die, more people may not have to die."
Francois Complained: "You said you had a task for me and I came here. Now that you are talking about this kind of thing...the wine has no taste..."
"Then go to work. As promised, I’ll send you to the Stuart family for help. I’ll go to Ilimoyasi’s clan and Olmedo will manage the recruitment.”
They left the tavern and Lily jumped into Annan’s arms from the eaves. , he handed it to Olmedo, came to the Crystal Nest, took out a gold coin and bewitched the three little ones: "I will give you the gold coin, can you take me to the Blue Dragon Clan?"
The three little ones? He only stared at the gold coins, but shook his head firmly. Annan started to increase the amount, three coins, nine coins, thirty coins... When it reached one hundred gold coins, their saliva was almost drooling, but they still shook their heads firmly.
"I'm just a human, what are you worried about?" Annan realized that the problem may not be with them, but that there should be certain rules, "You can crush me to death yourself."
< br>The three little ones just looked at each other and suddenly rushed forward.
Olmedo walked into the crystal lair and waved to the three skeletons who were cleaning: "I'm looking for Annan, has he left?"
"Clark, cluck— —" A skeleton pointed to the home of three little ones deep in the nest.
"Thank you."
Olmedo thanked him. As soon as he came in, he saw Annan being pressed down by three baby dragons.
The three little ones quickly got up, and Olmedo joked: "Is this a necessary way to the Blue Dragon Tribe?"
"I said they could crush me to death, but they didn't believe it... ..." Feeling embarrassed, Annan got up. Fortunately, there were no outsiders here: "Didn't we just break up? What do you want from me?"
"I got the recruitment list...you should take a look."
"It's not even half a day, what's there to see..."
Annan muttered the list of results, glanced at it, and suddenly hugged the astonished Olmedo with excitement.
“We have hope!”
……
Cough cough cough cough——
The sound of coughing echoed over Hell Mountain, torn apart by the mountain wind.
More and more soldiers are coughing, and some are starting to have fevers. No matter how stupid they are, they should know that something is wrong.
Beryl realized that this was the plague, something as terrifying as a rat tide.
In areas without churches, the plague is like a tarsal maggot that cannot be eradicated.
“Let your city lord open the door and get rid of the plague!”
"It's not time yet. Lord Annan made an appointment with us to open the portal every twelve hours."
Femi pursed his lips. He had no symptoms yet, and all the centurions were fine, but almost one-fifth of the ordinary soldiers had various symptoms.
"Twelve hours...should be fine."
A professional warrior as strong as an ox wouldn't be able to last five days, but twelve hours...should be fine.
Because too many people fell, Fermi had to ask the mage group to stand up and perform purification.
Then, another piece of bad news came: the rat tide was back.
Beryl lay on the front line observing the squirming rat tide at the foot of the mountain for a few minutes, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good news?"
"So...they are still a rat tide and a mixed group. Either the rat tribe regards us as hard bones and is ready to kill us bit by bit, or it doesn't care. Let’s just let other mice deal with it”
(End of this chapter)