Lance is the common result of all Shutoral. According to the system, participating in killing such an army leader can allow each Shutoral to obtain 2 additional merit points.
The Griffith Brigade and the Boulogne Brigade also captured six to seven hundred prisoners, and captured countless weapons and flags. The work of cleaning the battlefield was handed over to the city defense forces led by Warren Hayden and the rigorous and meticulous Berthier.
They will take in the prisoners and escort them to the ferry in a mighty manner, preparing to take them back to the old town.
Most of the magical students in Homonworth began to cross the river. All the Shutorals temporarily left their posts and gathered together with bright eyes. Now that they have nothing to do, they can start discussing how to divide the spoils.
Lance's mutton bone shield, zerg bow, flail, extraordinary characteristics, armor, military flag, magical items and potions are the trophies of all Shutoral. His head is also extremely valuable as proof of military exploits, and the local official will definitely set
A considerable reward was placed.
"Don't make a mess, don't make a mess! Put your things down, Lassalle, take your dirty paws away." Miyo collected all the good things together, "Let's take pictures now, the military flag, starting from 100 silver francs!"
 According to tradition, all the Shutoral who participated in the war had a share. In order to solve the problem of insufficient or unfair division of things, everyone decided to use an auction to solve the problem. There is no limit to the number of bids for each person, and the proceeds from the auction are shared equally by everyone.
"I want the military flag, but I give up the other items. The battlefield to the south is still waiting for me to inspect."
Griffith paid 100 silver francs, the lowest price, and took away Lance's military flag, which was the trophy he promised to Sonia. He was the planner and commander of the battle, and no one had any objections to taking the military flag away. Lana and Lhasa
I chuckled, extremely happy that Griffith was eliminated from the auction of weapons and mutton bone shields early.
Griffith actually wanted to take a picture of a weapon or armor. But he had no money!
In order to launch a campaign to rescue Sonia, he spent all his money, except for a few pieces of Sequence 7 extraordinary properties with great intelligence value. The most troublesome thing is that these expenses include some wine and meat, charter fees, and purchase fees.
, and several thousand silver francs were distributed to the soldiers in the form of cash rewards. Without invoices, how could the Earl's Palace and the school keep accounts and reimburse him?
Reimbursement is not possible under any circumstances. Even if the earl knows that he has good intentions and is an honest and good boy and wants to provide him with subsidies, the financial system cannot be broken. Otherwise, all those who serve the earl can be reimbursed for expenses without proof. The earl
How to distinguish between good intentions and bad intentions? No matter how much money he has, he will still be wiped out, and he can only use Sonia to pay off the debt.
The only thing that is certain is that Count Larmore will definitely give Griffith a large bonus, a large amount of merit points, and sophisticated mysterious items, so that he will not suffer any loss.
"Okay, Griffith said he was going to check the battlefield in the south and was out," Milhaud cleared his throat and rubbed his hands, "Now let's make a shield. The starting price is 5,000 silver francs. I'll pay 5,000."
 “5100!” Rana shouted hurriedly.
“5500!” Lasalle laughed ferociously, “Tsk, Lana, did you spend all your money on the countess?”
“5500?” Nona was shocked.
“The repeated bid is invalid,” Miyo pointed at Lasalle, “Lasalle’s bid is valid.”
“I mean, how come there are 5,500 silver francs? How did you save this money from your salary?” Nona asked in disbelief.
"Don't say you have some, Nona, save your money for your dowry!" Kurala encouraged them, "Hurry up and bid! A shield of at least 10,000 is reasonable, okay?"
Griffith, who was out early, said goodbye to the noisy Shutorals and led a group of soldiers to Plachen Hill.
There is a ruined wall there, and Wizard Reed, whose legs were cut off at the beginning of the battle, is there. Griffith is busy encircling and annihilating the main force of the rebels and has no time to care about him. Now he has no hope and wants to see if he has run away.
Still dead.
 Reed is still there.
His legs were broken at the knee level. After a simple bandage, the blood had seeped into the ground, leaving a large pool of deep red.
 “You didn’t run away?”
"Now that this is the case, where do you think I can escape? But Daruno ran away, which is a good thing. He will inherit my career."
 "Maybe." Griffith stepped forward and tore Reed's robe open.
 There was a small copper coin hanging on his chest. The moment he saw the copper coin, Griffith's pupils dilated.
Up there, he saw ascending stairs, hanging spheres and twisted and hideous lines.
This is the emblem of the "Deathrattle" cult that appears in Neopolis.
“Are you looking for this?” Master Reed asked in surprise.
“It is very rare for spellcasters to join the rebels. I guess you have been manipulated and instructed by some force,” Griffith said. “I didn’t expect it to be the Order I know.”
"This is just casual hanging," Reed's voice became low, the wounds and blood loss were depriving him of life, "If you really think you can find any substantial clues, or dig out my memories, then you are too underestimated by the evil god.
Already."
 “Drink.” Griffith dropped a bottle of health potion and some bandages.
"Why?"
“Once a Brownie launched a rebellion and attacked me. After defeating its plot, I found myself more concerned about its motives and the conspiracy behind it than killing it to satisfy my hatred.
"I'm not interested in your life. Tell me your cult's intentions and intelligence. If it satisfies me, I can let you go. If you can't reconnect this short leg, I can give you a group of prisoners and some money."
.”
"Hahaha, don't bother with this. Although your conditions are indeed exciting, I am not a three-year-old child. Don't I know that after listening to my information, you will break my neck and take away the extraordinary characteristics?
How much verification?" Reed grinned and drank the life potion in one gulp, "Let's be honest, I don't have much time, nothing matters anymore.
“My career has failed. Alas, it’s not much of a career. I have wasted my life and will die here. Before that, I can share some of my stories with you.”
 Griffith knelt down and bandaged Reed's broken leg: "Tell me, I don't want you to die before hearing the story."
 “Thank you, what should I call you?”
 “Griffith’s second-level squad leader.”
"Okay, second-level squad leader, why are you the second-level squad leader? We were defeated by a pawn, we are all losers! Hey, I am Reed, Reed Sri, 35 years old, unmarried,
He comes from a small, remote place and is an inexperienced spellcaster. He has an original name that I can no longer remember."
Reed began to tell his final story:
“I was born into a family of a coachman in a remote town. When I was very young, I showed a rare talent as a spell caster.
“You know, what a noble talent this is in a small place where only warriors and mercenaries hang out.
"A passing wizard discovered my talent and asked him to become his disciple. This caused a sensation at the time. I still remember that the richest gentleman in town wanted his 10-year-old daughter to join me.
During the engagement, the butcher brought us steaks that we could not usually eat, and we all drank sweet fruit wine together.
"Hey, I can't remember her name. But at that time, I felt that I was the protagonist of the story, she was the heroine, and we were destined to have a beautiful and romantic life. I even planned to wait until I retire.
, and wrote a book called "The Wizard's Journey".
"After all, I didn't stay in that small town. The teacher took me away from there and traveled around the world. Sometimes, he would ask me, calling me by my past name, and ask me, do I regret it? I regret leaving the town.
, leave your family, leave that cute little girl and wander around the world?"
Griffith asked: "You should regret it, right?"
"Of course, how can I not regret it? It is not easy to sleep in the open air," Master Reed also laughed, "I said, you are the one who took me away, teacher, I have no choice!"
 The two people under the ruins laughed heartily, as if it was not Griffith who cut off Reed's legs.
Reed laughed for a while and started to cough. He tried to calm down and then said: "The teacher said, yes, I regret it too, my Iletia, well, life is composed of countless regrets."
Griffith's pupils shrank. This was the name of his classmate who was the author of "Notes on Potion Preparation". He was probably his sweetheart, but there was no trace of him in Homemonworth. He restrained his trembling hands and asked
: "What's your teacher's name?"
"You may not believe it, but I can't remember it," Reed murmured, "What a strange thing. I can't remember his appearance or his name. I just remember some memories and words of getting along with him.
.
“According to him, he was born into a noble family and completed his education at Homemonworth. He was originally going to become the most powerful and wise wizard.”
 The most powerful and wise wizard...
Clues, again some strange and vague clues, lost and fragmented memories, is it possible that some existence is trying to guide me to guess in that direction? Griffith then asked:
 “Then why does he travel?”
“Well, that’s it.” Master Reed pointed to the wilderness where corpses were scattered, “That’s what he said,
“‘Our world is hidden in darkness, like a dying patient. All the light that magic can give, humans have spread in the world, and it is a dim light.
“‘Let us go even further, it was a dim light. Compared with the day, it was simply night.
“‘One after another, pioneers came forward, bringing new light, but the night came in an instant, the old system became a new system, and light and darkness exchanged places.’
“After he said this, he called me by a name that he could no longer remember, and said to me,
"'Magic has its limits. In my wasted life, I found that the more I explored the origin of magic, the more I was shrouded in darkness. So, I decided to find a new path. I don't know where the path is yet.
Hey, that's why I travel.'"
To be continued...