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Chapter 434 0433: Ken's way of doing things
Ken stepped forward with a bit of regret, his eyes fixed on the man known as the "Traverser".

"There is a story about you in the tavern. I heard that you once killed the head-turning python. Oh, yes, and is it true about the mad vine group? Wandering for half a month in the dead wilderness of Jianyin Ice Bay?"

Remarks will include [rumors] entries.

As long as Ken is interested, he will never forget any legends he has heard.

Collins lowered his head in embarrassment. He didn't know why, but when he heard "Mr. Maharu" tell his own experience familiarly, he even felt ashamed and hot on his face.

Ken raised his chin and encouraged softly: "I want to test, what percentage of the rumors are true."

Collins took another step back, knowing full well that it was unnecessary.

He just needs to go back to the tavern and get to the bottom of it with the guys with higher prestige among the mercenaries.

The mercenaries on the battlefield in the northeast direction would no longer go with Rigma's people, and would even secretly pray that the other party would take care of themselves. After all, the old man of the Beishan Alliance still didn't know who he had offended.

"Pray that your career in Red Maple Heights goes well. People in the north are very harsh on us, so you should be careful."

Collins clenched his fist as a mercenary courtesy.

They are only forced to take on this kind of dirty work like robbers and thieves because they have nowhere to go because of the taxation policy of Flengundo. The mercenaries think that they are two-way people with garbage.

【Common Sense: Four Principles of Sword and Shield】

[Description: The jargon spread in southern Xinjiang, the old saying that is occasionally mentioned between travelers and bounty hunters, this group of guys who rely on their hands and are unwilling to be controlled by the army are all pursuing honor, fairness, adventure, and dignity . 】

"Then now," Ken's smile returned. "Can we talk about other things..."

Collins felt a little dazed and wanted to speak, but found that a hand was already on his shoulder.

Ken approached him naturally, waved his hands, and let the giants and strong men who wanted to hijack him stand aside, while Quema and Langz also consciously kept a distance and followed behind.

He took Collins and chatted while walking: "Where is the nearest tavern, it would be best if there is a place that is willing to accept gold coins, if not, it doesn't matter, I earned a sum of merit from the hunting battlefield, and I can fill your stomachs. "

Ken raised his hand to interrupt Collins' refusal.

He's too skilled for this kind of thing.

Ken lowered his voice and reminded the other party with a serious expression: "Do you respect me, but want to refute my face? Or is it that the drink I give will dirty your stomach?"

Collins felt a chill, shivered twice, and begged him not to mention the title again.

Ken glanced at the tavern whose signboard was made of shield wood, and carried Collins forward, suppressing his resistance with strength, while persuading his ears with words.

"I can see that you brothers are all hungry. You have met acquaintances. Don't be ashamed to be full... Think about them."

He felt that Collins' armor was slowly loosening, showing a triumphant expression.

This smiling smile was seen by the "robbers" who were walking behind, and they all showed doubts and panic, and it was not even clear who was the target of the robbery for a while.

Several strong men even discussed whether to go forward to help their boss out of the siege.

Quema appeared beside him like a ghost.

The dagger at his waist was shining coldly, he pointed to his own eyes, then pointed to a few minions, lowered his business and said, "I advise you to be sensible and don't do something stupid."

Lowndes watched from behind and exclaimed wonderfully.

Quema has been with Ken the longest and is a master at intimidation.

Boss is such a person, he can obviously use his fists to make people obey, but he likes to use some strange methods, and whenever Zhan Jing makes some abnormal actions, it means that his thinking direction has completely changed, and someone needs to be punished. Arranged clearly.

Collins sat on a leather-wrapped chair in the tavern, and tried to stand up several times, but was persuaded by Ken.

He shook his head, trying to stay awake, but shaking his head did not restore any ability to think except that he felt dizzy.

The heat and aroma of the food, as well as the temptation from the wine, smeared in front of his eyes like viscous monster pus. The dozen or so strong men around him seemed to be fixed in place by magic, forcing them to watch the table gradually fill up. stand up.

A kind of fear and uneasiness rose and was suppressed, just like the frost fog in the morning in the north.

Ken skillfully began to push and change glasses with them, and actively chewed the most plump and juicy pieces of meat. After several manipulations, the group of mercenaries who had suffered so much lost their minds and lay down on the table to eat. .

The tavern immediately became lively.

Collins took a deep breath and started stuffing his mouth too.

"Then now," Ken rolled the meat in his mouth with his tongue, "How many mercenaries like you are living miserable lives in Red Maple Heights?"

"Woo, woo, to tell you the truth... everyone's life in the dome is not very good."

Collins hadn't said a word yet, but the giant next to him spoke up.

Although he came to his senses, the speed of eating did not slow down at all.

Collins sighed and began to describe the tax system of Flengundo.

The meritorious service of killing Shouluo can be exchanged for many things, such as food, weapons, armor, mounts, and materials. Everyone has the opportunity to leave the dome to face the tide of undead, and can also receive follow-up treatment for free.

The slightly different thing is that mercenaries and kingdom troops need to pay a tax.

"It's not too much, and it's not too much, but everyone's strength is limited. Every time we go out, we can barely save our capital. Only by fighting together can we save a little."

Just as Collins finished speaking, the guy next to him with a crossbow also added something.

"However, there are pitfalls in teamwork. The tribes in the northern border will gather to grab military exploits, and the mercenaries in the southern border have also mixed in many looters and bandits. Sometimes it is difficult for everyone to unify on the issue of dividing the spoils, and conflicts are prone to arise."

"Even if there is a spoils system, it still doesn't work."

Collins' expression looked serious, "Mercenaries have guilds, and lone rangers are not too willing to join forces, so the people of Southern Xinjiang are not united enough on the battlefield of the undead tide. It is often difficult to effectively execute orders, and the assembled team lacks the ability to convince the crowd. commander."

Over time...

Everyone has returned to the mode of fighting on their own, or like Collins, leading the brothers, either accepting some bounty commissions, or looking for leaks in the corners of the battlefield when they go out.

Lowndes gnawed the oily bones until they were crunchy.

Quema discovered Zhan Jing's intentions while listening, so he looked at the man at the farthest seat.

as predicted……

Ken drank the fermented rice in the glass, smiled, and asked lightly: "So, are you willing to hang out with me?"

A short sentence.

The huge tavern fell silent quickly.

(End of this chapter)