Twenty Sided Dice

During the banquet, the mercenaries were noisy, shouting swear words in various accents. They made the camp so muddy that several people had already fallen to the ground under the influence of alcohol. Several people quarreled over a round ham, escalating from an argument to a scolding war, and even pulled out a knife. The sober companion next to them held their hands, dragged them into the snow, and washed their faces with cold snow water. Drawing a knife near His Royal Highness is enough to beheaded.

The nobles and the mercenaries were very different. They didn't care about the food at the dinner party. They just attended the ceremony and went back. If His Royal Highness appeared for a longer time, then the table left for the nobles would not be deserted so quickly. It's a pity that Prince Aaron is still recovering, only toasting at the beginning, and then returning to his tent accompanied by Earl Todd.

The advantage of eating outside is that the ventilation is good, and the sound will not make people feel a headache. Siegel sat with Sir Bill, Janet, and Evan, frequently toasting to those who came to bless them. But everyone controlled the rate of drinking, only a light dip each time - except Evan.

"Baron Siegel, what a good name." Evan has said this many times, but he still goes on and on. "When I met in Ximu Town, I never imagined this day would come."

"The world is unpredictable," replied Sir Bill, frowning. He saw that Evan was already a little drunk, so he quietly took the wine bottle further away, and placed bread, onions and plump mushrooms in front of him. "I have to say that the food in the Endless Basket is really good, and you won't get tired of eating it many times." Divert his attention.

"Don't worry, my lord, I can eat enough myself." Evan flexibly bypassed all the food obstacles and grabbed the bottle of red wine: "Don't worry, I won't get drunk."

"You can't drink anymore." Siegel also advised him: "If you drink too much, you won't be able to talk. I can finally chat with you."

"I love hearing your words." Evan put down his glass, put his feet on the table, and swayed on the chair. "Siegel, I want to go out on an adventure and rely on my swordsmanship to make a living, will I be freer?"

"Maybe we can go on an adventure together and take a look at various places." Siegel said excitedly: "I heard that there are still many treasures hidden in the city walls and mountains, and there are hidden entrances to the underground world. Do you want to go together? to see?"

Evan became interested when he heard it, his eyes lit up, and he was about to agree. Sir Bill interrupted them, saying in a low voice, "Not yet. Siegel, Evan, this is not the time for you to take risks."

"Why?" Evan looked impatient, and his body shook faster. "I can leave if I want. I don't have any knight's oath, and I'm not a mercenary with a contract. You can't control me."

"There is only one Dawn Guard next to His Royal Highness, and that guy can only deal with novices at most. It's just a decoration." Sir Bill's voice became even lower, almost speaking in the ears of Siegel and Evan: "I believe you can Sincerely protect Your Highness, how many people can there be besides you?"

Siegel looked around, the mercenaries were more cheerful, and some even sang obscene clichés. Most of these people are people who take money to do things and don't have money to talk about. It is impossible to find responsibility and loyalty from them. Even if enough money is paid, the mercenaries are not disciplined enough to reach the level of escorts at all. Only when it comes to frightening thieves and defending against beasts can these people help.

On the other hand, the nobles accompanying them all swore that they could sacrifice everything for the benefit of the royal family at any time. But in fact, they have the most thoughts and are the most prone to problems. Moreover, the relationship between nobles is intricate, and even people who specialize in the history of nobles cannot judge the loyalty of each family. There were few people around the prince available now - that was Sir Bill's judgment. After taking over the chores of the camp, Sir Bill was watching everyone to see if they were a danger or a source of instability.

"They dare?" Evan snorted and said, "The combination of the royal family and the Temple of Dawn is enough to deter all enemies, who would dare to do it?"

"Blood mage, or some other crazy person." Siegel answered this question. "I can now cast a spell that makes people move faster, and it can last longer as the power increases. But if you can master the power of teleportation, you can transfer your Highness to a safe place at any time."

"Fortunately, this spell is not common, and the temple will provide protection," Sir Bill said. "Otherwise, no lord would be able to sleep peacefully in the castle. Come on, don't talk about it, get up and pay attention. What if someone messes up?"

Siegel nodded, took the raven Balon from Janet, and let it fly into the sky. Although I enjoy the touch of the cat's fingers, the familiar and the mage are one, so there is no time to work and complain. After Siegel became a baron, it seemed that Janet became shy in front of him and didn't say a word all afternoon, just silently followed behind Siegel. Only when Siegel took the initiative to ask her, she would use a short answer like "yes", "okay",

Siegel was about to seize the opportunity to ask about her situation, but he sensed something unusual from the raven. He concentrated on contacting his magic pet, and through the eyes in the air, he found a group of four people approaching the camp on horseback. Three of them wore black cloaks to hide their armor and weapons; the other had a red cloak tied around his back, which stood out in the snow. The four of them are very skilled in riding, and they should arrive at the camp soon even in the wind and snow.

Siegel told the Jazz about this, and he immediately became alert, and called out a few guys who were usually more dutiful to add to the sentry position. Evan is responsible for reporting the matter to Earl Todd, and prepares armor and weapons by the way. If it's a friend, there is a banquet here to entertain. If the enemy comes, it cannot be unprepared.

Before Earl Todd had time to show up, the four men had already entered the camp on horseback. Although he scolded those irresponsible mercenaries on guard in his heart, Sir Bill still kept his face unchanged and bravely greeted them.

"Hey, brother." The group of four jumped off their horses and stood in the middle of the muddy camp. One of the black cloaks showed yellow and broken teeth, and squeezed a terrifying smile: "Find someone to help us watch the horses, my young master wants to meet His Royal Highness."

"I wonder who asked for this honor?" Sir Bill held the hilt of his sword and stood in front of the four like a rock: "I don't see any badge marks on your armor, where do you belong?"

The thin man in the red cape stepped forward and said with a smile: "Forgive them, they are just some big-headed soldiers who have never seen the world. They only think that the lord of our castle is the only noble in the world. They are only worthy of praise for their loyalty and obedience. , courtesy is never. I am Karko Slint, Viscount Bluff Slint, Lord of Black Blood Castle is my father. As evidenced by the black blood of the Orcs, we are all valiant warriors and strong guards. "

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you when I passed by Blackblood Castle last time. Maybe you have something on you that could prove your identity?"

"Are all southerners so serious and dead-headed?" The red cape shook his head and said, "It's not far from the battlefield, and the family crest on the armor will only make more arrows from the orcs. If it wasn't for coming to see the prince , I won't be wearing this stupid red cloak. I didn't bring any identification or anything, I just asked if I should see His Royal Highness?"

"I can't answer you about that," Sir Bill could only answer. "But we are hosting a banquet. You are welcome to taste our food and see if the drinks here suit your tastes."

"It looks like we don't need to provide food, you guys are having a good time." Kako took off his cloak and threw it to his companions behind him. He passed Sir Bill and went straight to the banquet.

"Mud legs, what do you all eat?" He pulled away the stool, sat on it, picked up a sausage from the plate and chewed it. "Well, the garlic tastes good, and the meat is real pork. Where did you get it?"

"The royal family will always reward those who serve faithfully." A majestic voice came from behind him. Earl Todd walked quickly behind Kako, and the surrounding mercenaries were quiet.

Kako didn't stop chewing at all, until after the whole sausage disappeared, he turned his head to look at the gray-haired Count, and said sourly: "You are not His Royal Highness, his grandfather is still possible. Here The food here looks very good, do you want to come too?"

"Is the Slynt family so impolite?"

"I haven't inherited the title yet -- besides, I'm not in a hurry. I'm just a messenger, and I have something to say to His Royal Highness." Kako grabbed the cup of the mercenary beside him and poured a big mouthful of ale. The tawny foam trickled down the corners of his beardless mouth, looking very savage and unreasonable. However, he deliberately put on such an image, just to observe the reactions of the people around him~www.novelmt.com~ He found that the mercenaries didn't care about this deliberately offensive behavior, and were still busy with their own affairs. A few people reached out to get food, and a few people took up wine jugs to drink. The mercenaries were still quiet, but that was the limit of their politeness. Kako found that only four or five people frowned or moved their hands in the direction of the hilt just now. These talents are related to the prince's interests - as for loyalty, it is another matter.

"If you're going to say it to the prince, say the same to me. I'm Earl Todd, the prince's valet and spokesman."

Kako got what he wanted, so he stood up and said while picking his teeth: "Okay, okay, I know I'm not welcome." He still maintained a sour tone, speaking to the earl, but his eyes were not He glanced at the mercenaries around him. "I'm here to tell His Royal Highness that a hundred orc strikers have blocked the path down the mountain. Don't slam into it. Don't look at me with strange eyes. We killed more than three hundred of them. My It means that if you don't want to have an accident, you should hurry to the Black Blood Castle to avoid it. Our food is not as good as yours, but the city walls are strong."

He turned around and grabbed a long string of sausages from the table and threw it to the attendant in black. "Also, we welcome all swordsmen. Don't think there's no profit in killing orcs. Follow us, the Slint family, and we'll teach you how to make money from orcs."

He gave an exaggerated salute, bowed deeply, and finally said, "I've eaten enough, and I have enough. I will welcome you all at Castle Black Blood, please come."

After speaking, he immediately turned his horse and left the quiet camp.