When Nata was in a dilemma, Akasha, who was lying on the bed, also tossed and turned.

The room was decorated simply, and the firelight of the fireplace gradually dimmed, but the bedroom that should have been dark was illuminated by a ray of light at this time - Akasha held the ring in her hand, and the soft light dispelled the darkness and also dispelled the fear of the sacred priest.

But at this moment, her eyes looking at the ring were a little complicated.

The "Flashing" curse disappeared.

This incident was confirmed tonight. When there was no pain on his back, Akasha was stunned in place for a long time, but then she cried for no reason...

She could feel that all this did not fade away naturally, but was closely related to the ring in her hand. With this ring, her magic power even increased a little, and from the day she put it on, the effect of the curse was weakening day by day.

Today, when the physical and mental damage suffered ended, all she left in her heart was the word "gratitude".

Although he experienced a thrilling battle in the afternoon, Akasha didn't have much panic or fear at this time... What I could recall in my mind was not the gargoyle that was whistling, nor the iron golem that was waving heavy weapons. When I closed my eyes, the clearest picture in front of me was the tall figure standing in front of her, leaning against her body and blocking a sword and a hammer.

It has to be said that the "view of life" of a technical mate is ultimately different from this world, and some of the "misunderstandings" brought about are even more difficult to explain.

The fact is actually very simple: in Roddy's concept, keeping Akasha is equivalent to half of the battle victory - this is definitely the "consensus" of all players, and it has even become a deeply rooted idea.

In Akasha's eyes, "hate" and "strife" have always been the two words that touched the most in her life experience, but the word "trust" has never been seen--when suddenly saw Roddy blocking the heavy sword and chain hammer for her, she only felt that the enemy's weapon was not attacking Roddy, but hitting her heart.

What is the meaning of living?

Aka Sha once thought about it and came up with different answers at different times. But at this moment, looking at the light on the ring in her hand, she felt that she had another layer of insight...

*******

In the stable next to the schoolyard, the horses that were full of food were sniffing one after another. The sentry's rotation figures were vaguely visible under the illumination of torches, while the scouts resting in the house were snoring.

As an order, "Sleeping" was also carefully implemented by the scouts. After a long period of fighting and training, these young people who were once lazy and untrue in Nolan Village have completely transformed - now, no matter what battle they have to face next, it seems that there is no "fear" to bother these guys anymore.

In the house not far away, the Wellington Knight was raising his hand to put the heavy rifle on the wooden table. Beside him, Soderol was silently rotating the grinding wheel, and the sound of the sword edge rubbing against the grinding wheel echoed boringly in the quiet night.

The heavy armor was not worn on his body, but was placed aside in a semi-assembled state. At this time, Wellington was wrapped in some bandages and was drinking with a pot of hot ale in his hand.

Unlike the scouts who existed as "weapons", Soderol and Wellington both had their own considerations and ideas for the next battle, so they did not choose to rest.

After a long silence, Wellington suddenly spoke: "This kind of battle is not optimistic."

Soderol raised his head and made a listening gesture.

"I don't know where the enemy is, how many, and how strong it is. I suddenly decided to rush over, although it would be effective as a surprise weapon, how can I start?"

These questions from him actually arise from the moment Roddy decided to send troops.

Soderol raised his long sword, observed the blade in front of the candlelight, and then continued to polish it on the grinding wheel. In a "squeak" sound, he replied: "I remember you taught me some time ago: In a war, the winner is not necessarily the party with the advantage of troops, but must be the party with the initiative."

Wellington took a sip of ale and turned his eyes to the darkness: "That's right, but Roddy's behavior is not sure about 'activity', it can only be called 'reckless'."

"But I believe him." Soderol stopped sharpening his sword, "and...you didn't refuse."

"I just didn't refuse Angma," Wellington shook his head. "If Angma needed me to die, I wouldn't refuse to die on the way to charge."

The Ghost Rider's words were not passionate, but Soderol was moved.

"Since you believe him, I'll tell you something else." Wellington stuffed the plug of the wine bag. "The swordsmanship and fighting skills I taught you before are actually not all of the knights. As a 'knight', the source of strength is not the so-called 'war energy'."

Wellington pointed to his chest, "For me, the power of guardian knights comes from loyalty."

The night wind was still there, but Soderol, who had originally sharpened his sword, fell into deep thought - everything Wellington taught this month may not be as important as this sentence in his opinion.

"No need to think about anything else, I just think you have enough potential to go further, so I said that. And the most important thing is... you are willing to trust someone."

Wellington drank all the last ale, stood up, tightened the quaint-shaped rifle, lifted and waved it lightly, and the sound of the wind passing by was unprecedented.

"Actually, I don't have to consider much. Since you choose to trust, it means making a judgment."

"When you have a judgment, go and be a real warrior-"

"Don't ask how strong the enemy is, just ask... where the enemy is!"

*******

Compared to the calm before the storm in Parr, the atmosphere in Kiger Town is no different from the past.

On the night when most residents enter their dreams, the "Green Vine Tavern" where the mercenaries stay is still as lively as before.

The lobby on the first floor was bustling with conversations from various mercenaries. Although it was winter coming, the mercenaries never lacked money-making tasks. Even if they didn't have to go to the forest to hunt, escort caravans, run errands and send letters, they would be enough for them to earn a meal.

As a first-tier town in the Iversta Territory, the mercenaries here also have them from all over the place. However, most of the people in the "Green Vine Tavern" are local mercenaries, and the news they discuss with each other is also something that has happened recently.

"I heard that a large group came from the south. After resting here for a day, I entered Jingyu Forest?"

"I call it the Blood Shield Mercenary Group. It is well-known in the south and has done many dirty work. Several lords even had wanted orders, but it is said that they dare not touch them."

"It's so big? What are you doing in the forest at this time? Jingyu Forest is not a friendly place. If you are lucky enough to meet a wood elves, you can survive. If you meet someone who is hard to deal with, you will really have no life to die."

"Look at what you said, it's like seeing a wood elf!"

"Of course I've seen it! I got lost last time..."

Similar talk abounded, and among them, the two people sitting in the corner drinking, listened to these words with some complex expressions - and they were Henry and Buffon who came out of the Jingyu Forest alive.

If it were in the past, Fatty Henry would definitely join the ranks of boasting about "witnessing the wood elves", but now sitting here, he has no intention of boasting about showing off.

"Buffon, you said...if we just swept these things away, would we never have to be a mercenary in our lifetime?"

His face had long disappeared from the paleness of the Jingyu Forest. After a few meals and hot drinks, his face was now full of red, but his tone of speaking was mixed with "pain".

"If you do this, it should be enough to spend decades."

Buffon was using a fork to deal with the meat steak in front of him. There was a small stack of plates stacked beside him - he was as thin as a body, and he tried to chew for a long time, then added: "The key point is that your conscience is acceptable, and what he said before leaving."

"Forget it, I just said that."

Henry lowered his head as if he was deflated, and also used a fork to deal with the food in front of him that he could not afford at all.

Obviously, the conversation between the two was completely scared by Roddy's "hands"...

When he was in Elsa Village, although Henry could identify these herbs as "rare" and of good quality, he never expected that these herbs would be so popular!

In just two days, half of the herbs he took out as a "test" would cause an uproar in the pharmacist's guild!

Henry was very business-minded. He did not choose to sell it directly. Instead, he bid at the pharmacist's guild to directly request the refining of the pharmacist's guild, thinking of directly selling the finished product at a high price.

However, when he saw that the vice president was alarmed by these herbs and came out to discuss the acquisition, he made a quick decision and directly talked with the other party about the conditions: the herbs were made in half, but the pharmacist's guild had to pay Henry a high fee, called the "herb collection fee".

Such harsh conditions were originally used for tug-of-war, but who would have thought about it and agreed directly after an afternoon, which led to Henry not even using the prepared rhetoric, so he returned to the hotel with a box of silver coins in amazement...

This is a real silver coin! It is also high-quality silver from the Niles vein, one can even match two southern doped Buster silver coin!

This box of silver coins is really astronomical for Henry and Buffon. I'm afraid that they may not be able to make so much money for mercenaries throughout their lives.

What made Henry the most "pain" was that when Roddy separated from them, he simply said about the "reward" - "You two of you take 10% of the silver coins you exchange after selling all the herbs, and it will be the same in the future."

One percent! One percent of the 480 silver coins are forty-eight silver coins!

You should know that the best harvest of the "Iron Horse Mercenary Group" in the past year was only ninety-seven silver coins. Everyone could be happy if they had scored ten...

A simple task, the salary earned is equal to two or three years of harvest. This kind of thing sounds like a dream, but looking at the fragrant food in front of you and touching the bottles of magic potions in your pocket, Henry knew that he had really encountered a strong man...

The force value is ****, and it has a good relationship with the wood elves. He is preparing to open up the trade route. Buffon was too lazy to consider the twists and turns in it, but Henry knew very well: If the trade route is really opened, the money-making speed between him and Buffon would definitely be even more exaggerated than mining!

The idea of ​​taking these 480 silver coins alone was just a flash. Not to mention the conscience issues, just in terms of "interest", Henry would never do such a stupid thing!

"This Lord Roddy...he really ate us tightly..."
Chapter completed!