"Hey, Mr. Landlady!" Facing the burly man who suddenly broke in, Arthur couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
He frowned in annoyance, turned around and protested: "How many times have I told you, you should at least knock on the door before coming in!"
"Oh hehe hehe, you didn't do anything dirty in the room anyway, so what are you afraid of?" The landlord burst into laughter, his smile was the kind of informal and bold smile that belongs to the middle and lower class people in France: "Or maybe
Were you really doing something dirty, but you just quickly covered it up the moment I opened the door and walked in?"
Arthur made a long face: "This is not funny at all."
"Hahaha, whatever~" The sturdy man took out a letter wrapped tightly in brown paper from his pocket and threw it on the table in the room: "I have your letter. ------- And it's as good as ever.
, the French Knights once again rejected your application to join the army."
Arthur was angry: "I really can't believe you actually opened my letter without permission!"
"Ah hahahaha, we knew what was written in it from the beginning anyway, so what's the big deal if we open it and take a look!" The landlord was still laughing with his non-malicious expression and seemed to be full of malice, and was angry.
Veins popped out on Arthur's forehead. However, in order to blend in with the environment, Arthur had no choice but to swallow his anger and was too lazy to argue with these people.
"In my opinion, little Aslan, your joining the army is probably out of the question." The landlord walked into the room unceremoniously and put a hand on Arthur's shoulder: "Look at how stupid you are.
The thin arms are looking at your baby face, which is obviously underage. Do you really think that the army will let a brat like you join?"
"No matter what, I have to find a way to get in." Arthur said stubbornly. Because sneaking into the French army is the best way for him to quickly get more information.
"Ha, it's very difficult to get it right in one step. After all, it's strange that someone in the army would take a fancy to you for a guy like this without any achievements." The landlord said sarcastically without mercy: "But there is a mercenary association in the city.
They are recruiting new people, and their conditions are very relaxed. Anyone who is not afraid of death and willing to take risks can sign up to participate. ------Oh, by the way, I happened to pass by the Mercenary Association, so I filled out the registration for you.
Form, I almost forgot to tell you."
"You're asserting yourself again." Arthur said blankly like a landlord.
"Ah hahahahaha, I just left the copy of the filled-in registration form here. If you have time, just go to that address and have a look. Let's go!" The landlord ignored Arthur and ran away quickly.
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"Tell me, are all Frenchmen of this era virtuous?" Arthur snorted dissatisfiedly after the landlord left.
"Not really, it's just that Your Majesty is not kind to others." Crow Shadow, who was hiding in the shadow of the beam, replied.
"And that guy looks a bit like... the Grand Duke of Lyon Dickens? Is it my imagination?"
"It is this world that has changed your perception, Your Majesty." Merlin replied: "Your Majesty, in your eyes, what do [people] in this world look like?"
Arthur was confused: "He is just a normal person."
"What exactly?"
"That's...human beings who evolved from apes, have hands and feet, eyes, ears, mouth and nose...normal people." Arthur described with difficulty.
"However, I tell you that these normal people actually have antennae on their heads, pointed ears, and protruding fangs in their mouths. Do you believe it, Your Majesty? If I said that Your Majesty, you look like this now.
Do you believe that everyone in the world is the same?"
"Don't be kidding." Arthur suddenly imagined some kind of disgusting scene.
"Hmm..." Merlin snorted ambiguously and did not answer Arthur's question: "Your Majesty, you have been in this world for a long time. Although you are always incompatible with this world, you refuse
This world, this world also rejects you, but you will still be affected by this world to a certain extent.
Your Majesty, the reason why the [people] you see in this world are the same as the [people] you know is precisely because this world has changed your perception, Your Majesty, and their appearance has gradually assimilated with your thoughts, so you
People who look at this world will think that they look exactly like the people in the other world you are in. That's why you will think that they are the descendants of monkeys, not something else mixed with the blood of elves or demons. Your Majesty, you are here
The longer you stay in this world, the more you will find that this world is full of familiar faces to your majesty. The Grand Duke of Lyon, Dickens, the Grand Duke of Hall, and even Prince Kay... Hey, it is even possible to connect
My original face will appear frequently in this world. They may look similar to the people you know, but they are actually completely different people. I hope your Majesty will not be confused."
"That's enough, don't talk nonsense." Arthur interrupted Merlin hurriedly. This was really a scary topic to think about. He picked up his weapon from a simple but clean cot, which was
With the unopened silver sword: "Waiting here is not an option. Let's go out for a walk. I hope that mercenary organization can bring us some useful information."
"As you command, Your Majesty." The crow's shadow instantly disappeared into the darkness.
The night in Blois was wrapped in drizzle, and everything was filled with the decadent smell of alcohol and rotten food. However, under the wash of the drizzle, the originally unpleasant smell was gradually diluted and replaced by
Covered up by the increasingly strong smell of earth. Arthur finally found the so-called mercenary stronghold according to the crooked handwriting on the registration form, only to find that it was an old and dilapidated stone building. The walls were still made of mud.
The wood was propped up to prevent the house from collapsing.
The civilization of this world is really low. More than once, Arthur repeated this complaint in his mind.
"Is anyone here?" The young man opened the door and walked in: "I'm here to find a job."
"Oh, oh, newcomer! Welcome!" Unexpectedly, a middle-aged man who looked a bit like Kai came to meet him: "Sit down. Are you here to join the mercenaries? Have you filled out the form? You
yes------?"
"Aslan," Arthur responded in the tone he had prepared long ago: "Aslan. Calais."
"Aslan Calais." The middle-aged man rummaged through his notes: "Very good, the form has been filled out. Is the specialty you filled in the form...swordsmanship? I thought you would be more...
The stronger young man turned out to be a skinny kid."
Arthur didn't bother to refute the other party and just gave the big man a blank look.
"Forget it, we don't need to worry about those details." The big man continued to flip through the notes: "Anyway, the work that will be assigned to you next is not a physical job."
"Oh?" Arthur responded coldly.
"Be a guard of the caravan." The big man even read from the notes: "Anyway, the war has been chaotic recently, and there are all kinds of monsters in the wild. The caravan needs more guards. Don't worry, your job is not dangerous at all.
In other words, we just follow the brigade on a trip between two cities, and rely on the numbers to scare away the monsters. This is the most basic entry-level task for mercenaries."
"Okay, I'll take this task." The young man replied calmly.
Six hours later.
A group of people took advantage of the darkness to walk along a dark forest path. The only light they could rely on to guide their way was the dim oil lamps on the caravan carriage.
Walking on such a dark road, Arthur couldn't help but be extra vigilant. Even though the enemies in this world (from human enemies to beast enemies) were not very dangerous, Arthur knew that if he was ambushed from secret at this time, it would be very dangerous.
All the caravans were in danger. In addition to the six or seven merchants and workers responsible for transporting goods in the caravan, he was accompanied by ten mercenaries. However, the mercenaries were all dressed in tatters and the equipment in their hands was even more rusty.
They were badly damaged, and they only talked a lot. You could tell at a glance that they were little gangsters without much fighting power. To put it bluntly, this group of people only relied on their numbers to scare off any intruders who might attack the caravans, but if they came
If the attackers have a numerical advantage, it will be difficult for this group of people to win in a melee.
Thinking of this, Arthur couldn't help but feel even more worried.
"Hey, let's take a look~" One of the mercenaries saw that Arthur, a newcomer, was silent, and began to walk over to the young man to chat with him: "We have a newcomer here, and he is still a little kid.
Damn kid. What are you doing here? You don’t have enough pocket money at home, so you’re here to make extra money?”
After finishing speaking, the group of rude mercenaries began to laugh immodestly.
Arthur didn't bother to talk to these people, so he just let them laugh. He just wanted to complete this boring task as soon as possible, and then continue to climb up and accumulate popularity, so as to pave the way for him to join the French Knights.
However, the annoying guy was not going to let Arthur go, and continued to say sarcastically: "Hey, these neat clothes, this clean hair, are you a child of a noble family? The little brat has never seen a real battlefield.
Just don't take risks. Otherwise, if a fight breaks out, you will be scared to death and make a fool of yourself. Don't blame us for not warning you in advance!"
More veins sprouted from Arthur's forehead. He really wanted to hack this annoying mercenary to death. But he still held back. The majestic King of Great Britain would not care about these little people.
"Is that all you have to say, sir?" Arthur said politely, "Can you please take your arm off my shoulder now? The smell from your armpits is a bit smelly."
Arthur's irony caused the entire caravan and even the group of mercenaries to laugh.
"Okay," the annoying guy knew he was bored, so he let go of Arthur and said casually: "Actually, I just want to help ------"
Snap! Before the mercenary could finish speaking, his head had been pierced by a sharp arrow! Blood poured all over Arthur's face!
"Enemy attack!!" the mercenary captain who took the lead shouted: "Get ready to fight!"