Rise In Calradia

　　 In the tavern in Uxhall, the peony mercenaries gathered in front of the card table, watching the gambling battle between Eleon and Kenrad.

　　 At this time, Eleon was whistling, his expression relaxed. Bandak, who was sitting across from him, frowned and said nothing.

The dice cups in front of them were all buckled on the table. Alain smiled slightly, took the dice cups away, took the two dice with five numbers aside, and put the remaining dice into the dice cup again. Shake it up.

"Snapped!"

　　 Eleon slapped his palm on the table and quickly removed the dice cup.

　　The onlookers quickly looked at the dice inside. Unfortunately, none of these dice have the same number.

　　 It's a pity that Eleon didn't stop in time. He didn't score in this game.

　　 Eleon shrugged, and Bandak's face also showed a relaxed smile.

　　 He opened his dice cup, and all the dice had numbers of one. In this game, this is the highest score imaginable.

"you win."

　　 Eleon sighed, untied his waist pocket, and threw it to Kenrad.

　　 Bandak quickly reached out his hand, caught the wallet in mid-air, and poured out a gold coin and several silver coins of 5 dinars from it.

　　 "I invite everyone to drink!"

　　 As Bandak’s hearty laughter sounded, the mercenaries onlookers cheered and crowded Bandak toward the counter of the tavern.

　　 "They are so happy, don't you try?"

　　 At another table, Kenrad raised his glass and smiled and asked Fatis who was sitting across from him.

　　 "I don't have that hobby."

　　Fatis glanced at Bandak, who walked back to the wine table holding the beer keg, smiling, and Elaine, who had lost the money but was still in a good mood. The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

　　 "What about you, won't you try?"

　　Fatis drank half of the malt in the glass, and then asked Kenrad.

　　 "I played a few games with Eleon before you came, and lost to him 50 dinars. Good luck is not with me today."

　　 Kenrad put down his wine glass, pointed to his wallet a little helplessly, and then filled his glass with wine.

　　 "It's you, why didn't you chat with the priest today about your things that people don't understand, and came to the tavern?"

　　 When I asked here, Fatis' expression became dignified, and his tone became heavy.

　　 "Yesterday, Jamila went to the Baron of Kent to collect money for the armor and weapons we sold to his family, but they refused to pay any other than the deposit."

　　Fatis paused at this point, and fixed his eyes on Kenrad.

　　 "They said that our caravan was robbed of half of the payment, and they wanted us to use those things to repay the debt. Up to now, Yamila has been left there by them to continue negotiations with them. There is only one infantry by her side, and the situation is very bad."

The meaning of 　　Fatis was obvious, because the caravan that was robbed and blackmailed was the leader of Ken Lade. At that time Byron did not make up his mind to rob the caravan with Baron Swadia as the major shareholder, but Kenrad directly helped him by killing three people and taking all the most valuable goods in the caravan. Take it away.

　　 "Well, they are right. No way, that caravan is too fat, or smuggling with the Rodoks. If you don't grab it, it would be a waste of opportunity."

　　 Kenrad did not deny the influence of his actions on this incident, so Fatis directly told him his purpose.

　　 "Mr. Byron doesn't want to show up, and I think we can solve this problem by ourselves."

　　Fatis said to him.

　　 "If it is what he meant, then I have nothing to refuse. He is a good leader, and he is so rich."

　　 Kenrad nodded, then looked at Alain who was drinking with Bandak, and asked Fatis.

　　 "Don't you call him? If I remember correctly, this Vekya and that little Rodok girl seem to have a leg."

　　 For Kenrad's suggestion, Fattis just shook his head and sighed lightly.

　　 "He is too impulsive. If you tell him that Yamila was forcibly left behind by the opponent, then it is not impossible for him to chop off the baron."

　　 Kenrad didn't say much about Fattis' explanation. He raised the glass and drank the rest of the wine, then took the saber set aside.

　　 "How many people are there around that baron?"

　　 Kenrad asked as he put on the armor that took off to the corner of the table.

　　 "Is he at home? If the guards and soldiers are added together, there are fifteen people."

　　Fatis replied after some thought.

　　 "Very good, then I will bring ten friends in the army over, you can go first, and wait for me at their door later."

　　Fatis knows that Kenrad will bring no ordinary people. All of his old men are heavy cavalry, and they are still powerful infantry after they are dismounted.

　　 Although he couldn't do it casually because of his identity, Fattis believed that deterrence was enough.

　　 Soon, a small team was pulled out and gathered at the entrance of the tavern, led by Kenrad to the address of the Baron Kent in the city.

　　Fatis was the first to enter this mansion, and the baron’s butler told them that the baron was not here now ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he could not be the lord, so let them go back.

　　 As for Jamila, who was guarded by the baron’s soldiers with another mercenary, he also said that he had no right to put him back.

　　 He insisted that Byron personally come here to apologize and discuss the remaining compensation with the Baron. Obviously, this was the request the Baron revealed to them.

　　Fatis argued with each other for a while, but the butler's lips were slippery and he made no concessions. Fatis argued with him for a long time, and finally did not discuss the result.

　　Kenrad stood by and listened to their argument for a long time, and finally couldn't help himself.

　　 He rushed in directly with his saber and kicked the guard who was blocking the road.

　　 And the veterans he brought with him for a long time saw Tada's performance and stopped being polite with the baron's guards. They did not use weapons, punches and kicks, and they knocked down all the guards at the house of Baron Kent who were blocking the way.

　　 The butler was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the other party would really play a mercenary temper here. In front of the opponent's mercenaries, these levels are equivalent to the guards of the light 1st soldier who would be so vulnerable.

　　 It would be no good for both parties to fight, so the baron Kent, who was called to hunt by the butler, "returned" in a timely manner, and asked the attendant to hand over his orders to the butler.

　　 After reading the contents of the letter, the butler ordered the release. However, they still refused to pay their salaries and called the nearby security team to help.

　　 Kenrad threw a mess at Byron, and Fatis could only report the specific situation to Byron in its entirety, and left with Jamila by the way.

　　The tree attracts the wind, this is common sense. And the tree that Byron planted was really a lot of jealousy.