"Coming? So soon?" Arthur quickly put away the Seraph Holy Sword, turned his head and forgot about Bedivere with a consulting look.
"Woof." Although it was inconvenient for Bedivere to speak on such an occasion, he still gave Arthur a positive answer with an affirmative bark. Those footsteps were indeed coming towards this room, or rather
, came for Arthur and the others.
Sure enough, someone pushed the door open and came in. As soon as the door was pushed open, Arthur saw a big man wearing full armor. The big man came alone, and there seemed to be no members of the mercenary group following him.
Arthur looked at the big man very calmly. The other man was slightly surprised when he saw Arthur, and then he regained his composure.
"It's you." The big man said, "I knew I would see you again sooner or later."
"Sit down, Mr. Hanover, it would be better for us to sit down and talk in detail about this work." Arthur said.
Yes, Arthur had met the mercenary man who appeared in front of Arthur a month ago in Penzance Port. During this month, Arthur still had fragments of memory and could not remember a month at all.
What happened inside, but he remembered clearly what happened to the Crescent Mercenary Group a month ago, which was the strangest thing.
"That's fine." Hanover glanced at the two teenagers and a big white wolf in the room, resisted the urge to complain, and sat down patiently.
"First of all, do you have any opinions about tonight's bandit suppression operation?" Arthur began to ask.
"If you have any suggestions, please change the action to be carried out at dawn tomorrow." Hanover said.
"Why?"
"I heard that the other party can use necromancy, right?" The big man touched his chin, which was not very cleanly shaved and still had sparse fibrous roots, and thought: "Things like necromancy are more powerful at night.
It is not a wise move to attack a stronghold where undead may appear at night. It is better to stay in the morning."
"You mean you want us to attack the [Bone Scavenger] base in broad daylight with great fanfare?" Arthur raised his eyebrows.
"Yes. Even if we have a head-to-head confrontation with the enemy, I am sure that I can win. However, if we encounter a situation where the undead are causing trouble in groups at night, it may turn into a battle situation that leaves us helpless."
"Humph, very good." Arthur did not continue to argue with Hanover. According to his personal understanding, necromancy is actually a spell that injects photons (magic) into the corpse and controls the corpse to move and continue fighting. This spell is actually
Similar to the principle of operating a puppet, the combat effectiveness of the undead should all depend on the ability of the operator. There is no such thing as being stronger at night and weaker in the morning. At least Arthur has never heard of this in their world.
Argument.
But after all, this is a different world nine hundred years later. Maybe the "rules" of this world are different from the rules of Arthur's original world? At this time, it is better to act according to the opinions of experienced mercenaries, and
Allowing this group of mercenaries to rest for a night before performing the mission will also be beneficial to improving the success rate of the mission.
"The time for the mission has been agreed, let's talk about the enemy's strength and weakness." Hanover touched his chin again, "Your Excellency said that the enemy can control the undead, to what extent can it actually be controlled?"
"I don't know." Arthur answered truthfully: "We went to investigate at noon, and happened to meet four people from the thieves group, so we dealt with them. As a result, the bodies of the four people suddenly exploded, and their bones merged into one, turning into one.
It was a very fierce skeleton monster. It took me a lot of effort to get rid of it."
"It took a lot of effort...?" Verne, who was listening quietly, suddenly muttered in a low voice. What he saw before was obviously not like this, it was clearly Arthur's sword and a few big skeletons.
Cut it into a bone stick and then stab it to death with two swords. Does this mean it took a lot of effort?
"So, what do you think the enemy's strength is...?" Hanover asked.
"It's possible that the monster at noon was the enemy's bluff to scare me, or it's possible that the enemy's Necromancer is already that powerful. In actual combat, please be prepared to face the undead that follows every time you kill an enemy.
"Preparations." Arthur then analyzed: "However, no matter how powerful the necromancers are, human magic is limited after all. I don't believe that they can turn an entire group of thieves into undead."
"
"Hmm." Hanover continued with a thoughtful expression.
"If you don't want to take on this task, I won't force you, Mr. Hanover." Seeing the other party's hesitation, Arthur snorted: "If you don't want to do it, I'll find another mercenary group to do it. Just don't keep delaying it.
The longer the time drags on, the longer it will take for the [Bone Scavenger] thieves group to prepare for war, especially for those guys who can use necromancy. The more fully prepared they are, the more disadvantaged we will be."
"I understand." Hannover nodded and said, "That's true. Although there are still many uncertainties about this mission, since we have agreed to take on this mission, we will stick with it to the end. However, the issue of remuneration-
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Sure enough, it came. Arthur squinted his eyes: "So, how much does it cost? If it is within the scope of the power------"
"The originally agreed reward is doubled to two thousand gold coins." Hanover replied: "In addition, our Crescent Mercenary Group will divide two-thirds of the gold and silver treasures that can be looted from the Thieves Group's base."
This request is indeed too much. Two thousand gold coins, according to the prices in England at that time, can buy a good house in various big cities. Even if Arthur brings his own money, plus the money of Admiral Penzance and Hillnant
The sponsorship fee given to him by the Duke was barely affordable.
Arthur frowned. He didn't particularly care about the other party charging too much money. What he cared about most was why the other party knew that he had exactly this amount of money. If it was less, Arthur would have extra pocket money in his pocket.
Available. A little more than Arthur can afford, and the deal must fall through.
Could it be that the other party had already investigated Arthur's details in advance and knew exactly how much money he had in his pocket? This is really a question that makes people think deeply.
Despite this, he still couldn't let the other party see through his thoughts. He put aside his concerns for the time being and readily agreed: "Okay, just this amount. After all, you have to risk your lives too much to help us conquer."
Difficult, this is also a very reasonable amount. However, ordinary money can be divided according to this rule, and the valuable magic treasures found in the base belong to me."
"According to the regulations, whoever finds it first will get it." Hannover did not agree directly and went around in circles.
"That's okay." Arthur also compromised in circles.
"What about you?" Hanover tentatively looked at the little ghost Verne and the big white wolf lazily yawning next to him: "Is it really okay to take a child into battle? We will not be the nanny of this child.
."
"Huh." It seemed that Verne was also completely underestimated. Arthur couldn't help but smile. He took out a gold coin from his pocket and said, "Kid, shoot this!" He called Verne and tossed the gold coin.
into mid-air.
The gold coin rolled in mid-air, and the angle when it was thrown was extremely erratic. It was impossible for a non-skilled marksman to hit it. However, Verne subconsciously took out the crossbow arrow and aimed it at the gold coin in the air.
Boom. The crossbow arrow accurately penetrated the center of the gold coin, and then pierced the wall with the gold coin.
"Huh." Hanover whistled.
"Is there any problem with taking this brat into battle?" Arthur looked at the mercenary man coldly. Even a blind person could see what a powerful marksman Verne was. Even if he was just a child, he could still perform in actual combat.
The Chinese came in handy. If the other party still objects to Verne going into battle after seeing this scene, then this kind of person is not worth cooperating with them.
"No, I have no objection." Sure enough, Hanover immediately agreed and stood up from his seat: "It seems that the conditions have been agreed? Then, at five o'clock tomorrow morning, we will be in front of the west main gate of Manchester.
Let’s meet."
"Okay." Arthur took out a thousand gold coins and said, "This is the advance payment agreed upon, which is half of the total commission for this operation."
"I did receive it." Hanover put the gold coins into his pocket without even counting them. He filled out the form of the mercenary union in triplicate, asked Arthur to sign it, and signed it himself. The form was Asia's.
Keep one copy each for Se and Hanover, and the last copy is reserved for the mercenary union’s archives.
"Well, see you tomorrow." After leaving the reception room, Arthur said goodbye to the big man casually, and turned around to see the steward of the union.
"It seems that you have agreed on the terms?" Seeing Arthur handing him the form, the steward put away the form and asked tentatively: "I hope Mr. Hanover won't be too difficult to get along with."
"No, he is quite forthright. I like people who speak without being pretentious or procrastinating." Arthur said. This was not to be polite.
"So, what are you going to do next------"
"The battle time has been changed." Arthur led Bedivere and Verne out: "The real action will begin tomorrow. Let's rest tonight."
"Dinner!" Verne shouted as he followed Arthur.
"Well..." After Arthur and his party walked away, the union steward looked at the back of the blond boy faintly and hummed: "It seems that their action has been rescheduled again. What should we do, boss?"
"
"Nothing can be done." In a dark corner of the union, the shadow of a little mouse suddenly whispered: "No matter how they plan to change, they can't beat us. Just let these stupid humans continue to struggle. They even
I don’t know who I’m fighting against.”
The steward didn't reply, and the expression on his face became gloomy again.
"Woof." Among Arthur's group who should have gone away, Bedivere's ears moved, and he barked as a reminder.
"Ah, I know, Bedi." King Arthur, who had already walked to the door of the union, replied calmly: "Don't worry about it. Let it go for now."
"Huh?" He didn't understand the secret conversation between a man and a wolf at all. The kid Verne looked on with confusion. He even thought it was ridiculous that Arthur was talking to a big dumb wolf.