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Chapter 202 Mercenary Captain

Scattered teams moved forward slowly on the long and narrow road.

The sky was still covered with dark clouds, and there was a deathly silence all around. Occasionally, a few muffled thunders sounded, and lightning pierced the sky, reflecting the bloody corner of the sky.

"Want some? The wine from Bretonnia Brownie is of good quality. I was reluctant to drink it before, but now I'm sharing it with you."

Mercenary knight Marcus turned around and said to the priest beside him.

"No, I never drink. Overdrinking will make me lose my mind and control."

Battle Priest Walkerma raised his right hand covered with iron ring armor and pushed away the drink handed by the mercenary knight.

"Never?"

"Okay, okay, you're such a poor man. He doesn't drink or touch women. My man, tell me, what's the point of living for you?"

The knight took back his wineskin and began to drink.

"Everyone has different pursuits. You have your hobbies, and I have my life."

The pastor looked serious.

"Oh~ don't be like this, Walkerma, ever since I met you, you have always looked like this, just like the tattered book you are wearing, which has been gathering dust for many years, as if you came out of history.

, you are out of tune with this era, do you know that?"

The knight chattered, ignoring the increasingly disgusting expression on the face of the priest next to him.

"Don't talk to me about faith, loyalty, oaths...those are all lies. Do you know? Walkerma, in this day and age, stubborn people like you are rare."

"Yes, you are priests, Sigma Battle Priests. But, do you know? In Altdorf, many priests who also guard the temple may not be so disciplined. They privately..."

"Don't tell me this. What happens to them has nothing to do with me."

The priest used a rough tone to stop the hedge knight from talking endlessly.

As a devout believer, Walkerma really doesn't like to hear too much gossip. He just wants to be himself and be his true, original self. Although he will often be laughed at by others, just like at this moment, this person has no honor and no faith.

The sloppy knight who spoke so loudly kept nagging next to him, boring him like a fly.

But there was no other way. There were only so many people who could bring him out of the monastery. Although this knight was vulgar, he was a good fighter. In order to achieve his goal, Walkerma could only endure it temporarily.

"Okay, okay, you don't want to hear it."

"Then, let's talk about other topics..."

"Tell me why you came here, knight. It has been two years, I have been working with you for two years, and I still don't know why you appeared in the Scarlet Monastery."

The priest once again interrupted the knight with a stern tone and forcibly moved to another more formal topic.

Marcus, who had just had a drink, was in a happy mood, threw away the wine bag and burped.

He raised his right hand and made a six sign——

"For the six hundred gold crown."

"What?"

The priest turned his head and looked at the slightly drunk knight with a confused expression.

"For money, fool."

"I'm a mercenary, can't you tell?"

"Who hired you?"

"Church, Grand Cantor."

Silence spread among the team. Even Walkerma himself was shocked.

"Go on!"

He said to the sloppy knight almost in a commanding tone.

"Do you think the church has really abandoned you?"

"not at all!"

"In fact, the emperor no longer wants this place and thinks it is worthless. To station troops in a place far away from the imperial capital is a waste of money and effort, and there is no benefit at all. Therefore, the regular army has been stationed a few years ago.

No more transfers to the monastery."

"That old man, Great Singer Yuri, didn't want to give up the monastery completely, so he spent his own money and hired mercenaries to support you poor people."

"I am one of those mercenaries."

"But, unfortunately, all my people died on the way to your ruined monastery."

Marcus said, reaching into the pocket on his waist again, looking for another bag of wine...

Walkerma on the side stood there in shock. He originally thought that things were just as the old bachelor said, that the church had abandoned them. But now it seems that there is another truth to the matter...

Sigma bless... Walkerma repented in his heart. Fortunately, he kept his pure heart from beginning to end. Otherwise, he would really have betrayed the church and his own faith.

"I was the only one who made it to the monastery alive."

Marcus was mumbling loudly, and even the people behind him could hear it clearly. But everyone could only look at each other in confusion.

"You don't need to go to the monastery anymore. Your men are gone. You can escape alone. There is no need to go to the monastery to join us..."

"Do you think I'm the kind of bug that rots in a cesspool?"

"You must have professional ethics as a person. I am in this business, and reputation is very important. Do you understand?"

Marcus touched the empty pocket at his waist and couldn't help but cursed...

"Whether you call it an oath or a belief... it's not that noble. I just want to get my own money back. A mercenary, well, is a mercenary knight. If you don't have credibility, you will be in trouble in the future.

How can I get along in this business?"

Marcus muttered again. This time, no one looked at him with disdain. On the contrary, the image of this usually vulgar and wild man in the eyes of these priests instantly became taller.

"Say yes, stay for three years and get six hundred gold crowns."

"Did you know? Serving in the Imperial Legion, a cavalry captain's salary is only sixty gold crowns for one year. It's only one hundred and eighty for three years... And I can get six hundred, and each of my men can do it.

Get two hundred gold coins. Is this more profitable than robbery..."

Walkerma's face darkened again. Although he didn't like hearing these vulgar and vulgar remarks, the knight's character of keeping his promise had already defeated many so-called orthodox imperial knights.

"Besides, robbery has a bad reputation. It's no different from bandits. Being a mercenary is different..."

Marcus wanted to continue, but was stopped by the priest directly with a gesture.

Walkerma was seen holding a war hammer, his slender eyes narrowed to a slit, and his face pale.

"What's wrong? Man..."

Marcus was about to ask clearly when he turned around and suddenly discovered that a floating black line suddenly appeared on the red horizon...

That is--

"Undead!"

Someone in the team shouted in horror.

"People of Sigmar, follow me and fight to the end!"

Chief Priest Walkerma raised his war hammer high and shouted loudly.

Immediately, the remaining six battle priests stood in a circle with Walkerma as the center, welcoming the coming wave of death...

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