"Basque, this kid, is really good at picking up bargains." As soon as Basque disappeared from everyone's sight, Tom, who had been awake for a long time, yawned and said to the two of them.
Priul looked unconcerned: "It would be nice to have another chance to get to know the vice-president, but the money given to Brutus will be much less."
"By the way." Prioule looked at Tom, "I remember that you have a bottle of fine wine, but it probably hasn't been sold yet."
Tom stood up and stretched, then poured the money in the money bag on the table into a drawer under the long table in front of him, and threw the money bag to Priul: "This money bag is quite useful. As for
That bottle of wine, Puliou, close the door and come with me."
Priul put the money bag into the hand of Brutus who was standing aside: "I'll give this to you."
Brutus observed it curiously and found nothing strange about the purse, but it was always good to keep it.
The two of them followed Tom into the back half of the grocery store. Behind the door connecting the two parts was a staircase leading to the second floor, while the rest was divided into two rooms.
Tom led them into a smaller room, which seemed to be the place where he usually cooks and eats. He looked at the wine cabinet for a while, took out a bottle of wine without any decoration on the bottle, and then found three more
A wooden wine glass.
After taking a sip, Prioul happily praised: "Don't tell me, this wine is indeed worth the money."
"Hmph, one hundred gold lattice in exchange for my bottle of wine is already a bargain for you." Tom slowly tasted the wine in the glass, squinting as if thinking about life, "Abigail's proud work is now
Drink one bottle less."
"Tsk, no matter how you say it, it's not worth a hundred gold coins." Puliure leaned on the back of his chair, crossed his legs, and shook the wine glass in his hand, "And isn't wine just for drinking? I really don't know those people.
What’s the point of hoarding?”
Tom looked disdainful of discussing this matter with Priul: "So you are just a poor knight."
Is this considered poor... Brutus looked at the wine in his glass and felt that he didn't quite understand what these people were thinking. After taking a sip, he decided that he was really not a drinker and didn't understand at all.
How to evaluate these things.
"In my opinion, maybe you have to go to Beccles as soon as possible." Tom filled his glass of wine to half a glass. "You must make a decision within half a month."
"Is the situation in the Royal Capital already clear?" When it came to business, Puliul also became more serious. He sat very upright, completely losing his previous careless look.
"I can't say for sure." Tom shook his head and said, "But according to the information I have received, the situation in the Royal Capital has become extremely tense. If the Senate still fails to make a decision, the entire Royal Capital will fall into civil strife.
"
"And those old guys definitely don't want to see this situation. So what about King Vasilis? Is he willing to compromise?"
"The king's thoughts are not easy to find out, but I think he will not give up on letting Redl succeed - even if this approach breaks long-standing tradition."
"Humph, those people are asking for trouble." Puliure drank the wine in the glass like beer, which made Brutus' brows jump when he noticed this, "A hereditary
Sooner or later, the king will come into conflict with those senators who like to get together to discuss matters."
Tom waved his hand: "This is not something we Sissoko people should care about. As long as Wilson Province still maintains stability and prosperity, it makes no difference to us who gives orders in the royal capital."
He paused and continued: "I have also obtained another piece of information that you have been paying attention to. There are rumors that a legion of the Veroyan people has assembled and is preparing to cross the Beman River."
"Rumors?" Puliure frowned and quickly searched for the location of the Beman River in his mind. "Are they going to cross the upper reaches or the middle section?"
"No one knows, and you know, our intelligence network there has always been very weak."
"Okay." Puliure nodded helplessly, "But in my opinion, they should cross the river at a ferry somewhere in the upper section of the Beman River. Although the terrain there is rugged and difficult to march, it is closer to Bukels.
, and it’s easy to avoid our sight.”
"But how could they spare the remaining legions?" He muttered in a low voice, not understanding the Veloa people's purpose at all.
The three of them fell into a strange silence. Brutus looked at the other two. Originally, he could not intervene in their conversation, so he could only listen patiently, but now there was nothing to listen to.
.....
Fortunately, the silence only lasted a few minutes.
Priul looked at Brutus: "Alas - it seems that the time left for you is not enough. It is basically impossible to master a swordsmanship in half a month."
"However, war is a violent struggle between groups, and individual power usually cannot change anything in such scenes."
He seemed to be giving Brutus a dose of comfort medicine: "And you shouldn't have many chances to go to the battlefield."
"What do you mean?" Brutus asked curiously.
"I'm not good at dealing with those complicated paperwork, but you are a good candidate." Priul clapped his hands, "Well, indeed, if you put it this way, there is a high probability that you will be the logistics officer in the team."
Tom coughed and signaled for them to pay attention to his presence: "Prior, although we have a good relationship, you have to remember that military secrets cannot be easily revealed to others, even those with a good relationship."
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot again." Puliul patted the back of his head regretfully, "Pay attention next time."
"I hope you'll really pay attention."
Brutus didn't think this kind of thing could be considered a military secret. If personnel arrangements could be considered a secret, then maybe just saying anything could be considered a leak.
"Anyway -" Tom stood up from his chair and held the round table in front of him with both hands, "As Basque said, you must always be vigilant after arriving in Bikels, where enemies and friends are not as clear as here.
."
"Wish ya'll good luck."
...
In the carriage of a public carriage, since there were only two people here, Priul and Brutus, plus the coachman outside the carriage, Priul just lowered his voice slightly: "I plan to set off in twenty days."
"The teleportation gate in Sissoko can only accommodate a small amount of luggage, so we try to bring only equipment. As for supplies, they will sort it out for us after we arrive at Bikels and join the others."
"As for the arrangements for these twenty days." Puliure touched his chin, "Of course teaching you swordsmanship is the most important task, but you can't let go of your daily entertainment."
"If you miss the opportunity here, I don't know how long it will be before you want to truly relax next time..."