Chapter 86 Bordero’s Special Offering

The rescued caravan did not thank them and did not dare to stop. They were still afraid of the unknown troops and ran away early in the chaos.

Only the body of a beastman lying down in the forest and the red earth prove the tragedy that happened here.

When the bloody heads were shaved off one by one, dark red liquid was dripping, some were connected to tubes, and some had white ridges. You could roughly tell what kind of weapon the person was using, or whether he was carrying a knife.

Even though this is physical work and there is no time to wash hands after it is done, the adventurers still enjoy it.

When all the heads were removed, some of the adventurers were adjusting their bow strings, while others were wiping their blades and preparing for the next killing.

But because most people are illiterate, they have great differences on how to record how many people have killed.

Some people think that the head should be hung on the body.

Some people say that the ears or horns should be chopped off.

It also adds a practical case to Roel's Bator and Norsca homology theory.

In the end, the task of counting fell on the nobleman Sir. He probably just found a piece of paper and wrote his name, then crossed a few lines and killed as many animals as he wanted. Sir didn't bother to keep it, so after writing it, he gave it to the adventurer himself.

Roel curled his lips. "I have no idea. This is the counting method I learned from the Cathay people at the port."

When Elena heard this, she pouted. "Why, you think I didn't kill enough?"

Sir Narnock said with a smile, "Mine, don't count them, they are exactly 50. I'll be considerate and kill them all for you."

Roel cursed. "I**** you***."

Even if Elena kills so many, there should be 4-5 horizontal ones among the rest, right?

Will taking such a small amount of money for this first team building have an impact on their enthusiasm?

He seemed to be bossing around the boy in the tavern, which made Roel feel unhappy for a while. You are unkind, but I am unjust!

Jazz's cheek twitched. "What's wrong...don't you think you can come from behind? Or do you think that lady can kill me?"

But some people may think this is a bluff, and Roel is writing numbers that no one recognizes on those pieces of paper one by one.

Roel decided that today's money would be drawn on his sister, and he speeded up writing the numbers.

In this case, a person takes 6p, which is equivalent to about 12 pieces of brown bread, or a bag of beans, or a pub sausage course, plus wine.

Suddenly, while Roel was writing, he saw a densely packed horizontal stripe, and felt a chill in his heart...

"This is 1, this is 2, and so on to ten."

Sir Nock couldn't help but ask. "What you write is Laoshizi script. It's square and square, like a rune."

"Here, my lady, yours." Roel respectfully handed over the paper, and Elena nodded with satisfaction. Although she had not thought about what she needed to buy, and although she did not like short-lived things, she always had reserves.

It is good.

Seeing that Roel was very angry, Sir nodded. "When will my wine be brought, sir?"

The adventurers were indeed not satisfied. Two beastmen were just their dinner, even though this dinner was quite luxurious for farmers.

Originally, Roel expected that the cost would be at least 12 pence per person, which was just a few days' worth of meals, so it wasn't much even if it was a sweetener.

When Elena heard these provocative words, she made faces repeatedly, then stood and rested against the tree.

In short, with Roel's numbers as a basis, adventurers should not use their little brains.

Just when Roel was wondering, a densely packed thing covering a page was handed to him.

To say more is not enough, but to say little is to say that it is an embarrassing position for farmers with huge sums of money.

But he immediately discovered that there were only 2-3 horizontal lines on the remaining paper...

Roel suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness from the middle management...it was really difficult to plan the event well.

After counting for a long time, I was thinking about how to write 39... Oh my god, 39?!

Roel frowned, looking at the number in a daze, and then quickly asked Nok. "39? There are only more than 200 beasts in the group. Who is this?"

The small commotion here attracted Elena to come over and take a look. She didn't quite understand the 123 people when she saw them. "Dwarf runes?"

One, two, three like this.

39, that's definitely no problem. He didn't believe anyone could kill more than this.

Roel thought they would add a few more strokes and write Chinese characters on it.

"I also heard that there are Orc Mountain orcs in the area. Have you, Bordero, seen them?"

He yelled, "Brothers, I've done the math, everyone hasn't made enough this time, how about we continue? There's still a long time in the afternoon!"

Roel immediately felt relieved. "No, I'm just afraid that the wine specially provided by Bordeaux will fall into the hands of outsiders."

Roel found an opportunity and joked again, "Is there something you don't recognize, noble Lord?"

In total, it’s almost 5 decrees, almost six, which is enough to buy a war hammer!

Doesn't it mean that this guy understands the overall situation? He really just kills with all his strength, doesn't he want his subordinates to get the benefit?

Roel just pointed at his chest and said, "No, this time it's me versus you, and I'll give you 50 beastmen, and you won't be able to drink the wine today."

Sir Nock licked his lips. He felt it was very interesting. Especially since he met Roel, he had a lot of fun.

But this guy actually only understood Roel from the duel that night. He just felt that the opponent was a powerful spearman and hunter. How could he clear the battlefield as efficiently as his own giant sword?

Roel just silently sorted out the bombs in his pocket.
Chapter completed!