Lord of Plenty

The members of the Bingya Mercenary Group, who were originally said to be detained for three days, were detained in the dungeon of Blackstone Castle for more than half a month before they were dragged out of the dungeon by the guards. They were as embarrassed as beggars. Frostbite all over.

No way, Blackstone Castle is just a small castle with only three floors. The underground ice cellar used to store ice and food is not too big. In order to store the frozen corpses of monsters, especially the frozen corpses of earth dragons, they had to make temporary storage. 'Expand', and the expanded place is the dungeon where only five people from the Bingya Mercenary Group are imprisoned.

After being imprisoned in an ice cellar for so many days and not having enough to eat, not to mention mere frostbite, a few of them are still hanging on half-life. That is all thanks to the presence of Grace, the famous master of pharmacy in the royal capital. Otherwise, these The guy has already been placed with those frozen monster corpses.

By the time Kun finished his spring plowing and custom-made a new arm for Dawn, he had long forgotten the existence of these people. If it hadn't been for Old Tate who saw that two people couldn't resist and were about to die, he gave a little thought. I had to remind Kun, otherwise by the time Kun remembered the existence of these people, these people would have been completely cold.

It was still the living room in the castle. This time, because it was daytime and the sun was shining brightly, Kun did not let the maids have the luxury of lighting those expensive perfume candles.

The ones he had plundered and brought from the Marquis's Mansion were almost burned out. If he wanted to use them again, he would have to spend a lot of money to buy them from those southern business groups who would not pay for their lives. Kun thought it would be better to save a little.

Although frugality is not in line with the virtues of the kingdom's nobles, it is in line with the virtues of his half of the Blue Star people.

Small problem.

"Sir, we have been brought here."

The guards dragged the few people who could not even stand firmly to the floor of the living room like a dead dog.

"I'm sorry, everyone, the official affairs in the territory are complicated, and I accidentally neglected a few people. Please accept my sincere apology."

With his hair as messy as weeds and a stink all over his body, 'Leon' gritted his teeth and stared at Kun, who was sitting high on the throne. His composure, his mastery of wisdom and grace, and his aristocratic demeanor all disappeared. Er Jing, only anger and resentment remained in his eyes.

This damn guy dared to treat her like this. She had never been treated like this before, so insulted. Sooner or later, she would have to pay back hundreds or thousands of times to this bastard.

What is different from 'Leon' is the leader of the business group of the Bingya Mercenary Group, Old Jili. Old Jili just looked deeply at the golden-eyed young man sitting in the warm sunshine, his whole body seemed to be radiating dazzling light, and then he prostrated. The ground, forehead pressed tightly against the clean floor.

Kneeling is an etiquette for commoners to pay homage to their monarch. Some lawless lords who regard themselves as emperors will indeed let their slaves or subjects pay homage to them, but this rule is definitely not applicable to a mid-level warrior or a veteran of a large mercenary group. Mercenaries.

‘Leon’ roared angrily at Old Kili who was kneeling on the ground:

"Do you want to beg for mercy now? Is this the backbone of your Bingya mercenary group? And as long as you accept the mission, no matter life or death, you will do your best to fulfill the employer's requirements, and you will never compromise to any pressure from local forces or even lords and nobles? Oops, stand up..."

Kun waved to the guard standing aside and said with a smile:

"We haven't seen him for days, but our son of an earl is still so confident. His voice hurts my eardrums. Didn't I ask you to starve him for three days? Forget it, I won't argue with you this time. He will be put back in the dungeon and starved for three more days. This time he will have to be more careful, do you understand?"

"As commanded."

Three more days?

‘Leon’s’ expression suddenly changed.

That's what he said last time. God knows how long this poor guy with a brain as small as those fish will wait this time before he remembers that she is still in the dungeon. 'Leon' recalled the biting cold and coldness in the dungeon. Those cold corpses could not help but shiver violently.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

The guard looked at Kun, who said:

"What are you waiting for? Take it away."

"Alan, damn guy, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost, wuwu..."

'Leon', whose mouth was covered and kept struggling, was dragged out again by the guards.

Kun glanced in the direction of the door with a headache. To be honest, he hadn't figured out how to deal with this troublesome Earl's daughter. Could it be that he really wanted to send an official letter to Earl Breton, saying that your daughter is now in my hands? If you want to see someone alive, you must first pay one million gold coins as compensation?

It is estimated that the person who comes then will not be an earl, but a marquis.

But Kun was unwilling to send such a big fat sheep with golden light all over his body. Not to mention a fat sheep, even if a mosquito flew across his collar of abundance, he would still leave two mosquito legs as a reminder. Transit tax.

What's more, the two of them still have new grudges and old grudges. Even if Kunken takes a small step back, won't that 'Leon' hate him?

Of course it's impossible.

He's offended anyway, so it doesn't matter whether the other party will resent him more.

No one knows that the daughter of Earl Breton is in his hands now, so he can just hold it for now.

Except for the few mercenaries in front of me.

As if feeling Kun's cold and scrutinizing gaze, Old Jili's forehead, which was already close to the ground, lowered back a little, and his whole body trembled slightly.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that the entire Bingya mercenary group will be angered because of them.

Before, he had imagined that with the relationship between 'Leon', the son of Earl Breton, Kun, the little lord, might not dare to do anything to them.

Until the second day after they were locked up in the dungeon, the pile of frozen monster carcasses was stuffed into the dungeon.

Old Kili recognized at a glance that these pieces of carcasses, which were so large that it was difficult to identify what monster they came from, belonged to whom.

That terrifying earth dragon chasing them, or was it a fourth-level ancient dragon that existed only in legends?

Even though it was divided like that, there was still an astonishing pressure spreading, far stronger than all the monsters that Old Kili had seen in his life.

That third-level warrior named Dawn was powerful enough, and the entire Ice Fang Mercenary Group could not find a second warrior as powerful as him, but such a powerful warrior could only barely block the attack of the terrifying earth dragon.

And the powerful ancient dragon that was chasing them yesterday, with no way to the sky or the earth, was cut into pieces and neatly stacked in the dungeon the next day. What does this mean?

It turns out that what Leon said that day was true. The new lord of the Rich Territory in front of him, the youngest son of Marquis Lawrence, who was not valued by the whole kingdom, has been secretly promoted to the fourth level.

A legendary fourth-level wizard who is only sixteen years old!

He is also the second fourth-level saint in the history of the Dansu royal family. It has been more than five hundred years since the last one appeared.

Provoking this person is probably ten times more terrifying than provoking Earl Breton, no, a hundred times.

That terrible ancient dragon can easily crush the entire Ice Fang Mercenary Group. Similarly, the saint lord who can easily kill the ancient dragon can also easily crush the entire Ice Fang Mercenary Group.

Rebellion?

Those who are in the same class are called resistance, and those who are not in the same class are called seeking death.

He is still too young and has not seen enough.

He is proud of his noble status, so others dare not touch him.

If there is an irreversible result, such as the great saint lord killing the son of the earl 'Leon' in anger, at this critical juncture when all parts of the kingdom are in turmoil, there are constant frictions with neighboring countries, and there are rumors that war is about to break out, what does a saint with half royal blood mean?

I am afraid that in order to stabilize the situation, even the royal family may not stand on the side of the Smith family, who are the victims, and their Ice Fang Mercenary Group is the cannon fodder caught in the middle, and will be used as the first to calm the anger of all forces.

Having traveled all over the country for most of his life, the old Jili, who has seen extraordinary things, has already predicted all the worst possible results. He has been thinking about this problem over and over again during the ten days he was imprisoned. What is the way out for the Ice Fang Mercenary Group?

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of a result, because this matter could not get around the meaning of the saint lord in front of him.

For the livelihood and lives of the 1,539 people in the Ice Fang Mercenary Group, kneeling and kowtowing was nothing, and pride was nothing. Even if Leon pointed at them and scolded them, which made the Ice Fang Mercenary Group lose face, Old Kili was not angry, but wanted to laugh.

Yes, they were fooled by Leon, and most of the old brothers who came with them lost their lives in the Ever Dark Forest, just because that damn guy had set his sights on the dragon egg of the ancient dragon and needed a chess piece that could be abandoned at any time.

In fact, even if Leon told them all the facts before setting off, they would still choose this road of no return and be willing to risk their lives to help him get the precious dragon egg.

Because from the moment the Ice Fang Mercenary Group was targeted, they had no choice but to go all the way.

This is how the world is, everyone is a dirty bastard, there is nothing to complain about.

However, that young master is quite intelligent, but he still has little experience. He is a bit naive and probably hasn't realized that it's not just the Ice Fang Mercenaries who have no choice, he is the same, and life and death are all in that young master's mind.

The Ice Fang Mercenaries will naturally not get involved with the Smith Family for the lives of a few old members, but will Earl Breton really turn against a living Kingdom Saint for a dead third son?

It's not possible, but it will definitely not happen.

The nobles are so realistic.

This is what Old Kili wants to laugh at. Obviously, everyone is a prisoner in the same situation, how noble can you be?

Old Kili hopes that this young master who can't see the situation clearly will be a little tougher and suffer enough, otherwise his old brothers will lose their lives in vain.

In short, the more unlucky Leon is, the happier he is. Anyway, the two of them are no longer employers and mercenaries, so they will naturally take revenge and grievances. Mercenaries settle accounts so neatly.

After the shouting Leon was dragged out of the reception room by the guards, the room fell into silence for a long time, as if Kun and old Kili were waiting for the other to speak first.

Kun was just distracted in his daily life, but old Kili didn't dare to.

Some lords have weird personalities. Before he speaks, anyone who dares to speak first will be regarded as a provocation to his noble dignity. Old Kili didn't dare to gamble, so he kept his humble posture of prostrating himself.

Isn't it just kneeling? There are not only furry carpets but also warm sunshine in the reception room. It's not more comfortable than an ice cellar dungeon. Kneeling is also good.

This is called following the heart.

It wasn't until the maid replaced the cold black tea for Kun that Kun came back to his senses.

Glancing at the mercenaries on the ground, Kun was a little embarrassed.

After all, these mercenaries didn't commit any big mistakes. They were just fools who were used by others. Not only did they not gain any benefits, but they also lost most of their manpower.

But just letting these mercenaries go would easily leak the news that 'Leon' and the ancient dragon eggs were in his place, which was a hidden danger.

Why don't you find any reason to keep these people in the territory?

Although they are all old and toothless guys, young people have their uses, and old people have their uses. For example, the experience of these old mercenaries traveling around the country is a big fortune.

Didn't that guy Myhrvold keep complaining about the serious shortage of teachers in his school? It just so happened that he sent all these guys to use their spare energy, well, just teach the two subjects of mainland history and Warcraft.

As for how difficult it would be to let some old and rough mercenaries who might not even know the words to teach as teachers, Kun didn't consider it at all.

Please, he is just a small lord. If the teacher is good, you should go to the principal (Myhrvold) and tell him.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Anyway, he made up his mind to charge these poor mercenaries with a 'big crime' of insulting the dignity of the nobles, so Kun was at a loss to find something to say.

In Kun's view, the dignity of aristocrats is very much like Schrödinger's cat. It has always been dispensable, existing and non-existent. Sometimes it is regarded as more important than life, and sometimes it is not as valuable as a copper coin in a quantum state.

To say that you insulted his noble dignity, even if you smashed his head on the ground, you still insulted him.

If you say you are not insulting, you are pointing at his nose and scolding all his ancestors from their graves one by one, but there is still no insult.

All in all, it all depends on the mouth of the nobles, mainly based on a subjective judgment, and the highest right of interpretation belongs to the individual.

Hearing Kun's voice, Old Killy, who was lying on the ground, trembled in his heart. He knew that the critical moment related to whether the Bingya Mercenary Group could continue to exist in the future and their insignificant lives had finally arrived. He almost didn't care. Hesitating, Old Keely shouted loudly:

"Everyone in the Bingya Mercenary Group is willing to serve your lord, and we also ask your lord to give us a chance to prove our loyalty."

Kun was stunned when he heard this.

Are you rushing to seek refuge with me? A large mercenary group? Is there such a good thing?

I'm afraid there's no trap.

Seeing Kun's silence, Old Killy's heart was beating fast. He thought it was Kun, the orthodox mage, who looked down on them, the mercenaries who were jokingly known as the world's predators, and said quickly:

"Our Bingya Mercenary Group has been established for 120 years. Although it is not one of the top mercenary groups in the Dansu Kingdom, it has a good reputation."

"Now we have seven third-level warriors, thirty-one intermediate warriors, one hundred and seventy-three junior warriors, five hundred reserve mercenaries, and five hundred other support personnel. And these old people from our Bingya Merchant Group, They are just some idle personnel who are too old to join the front line and can only wait to die. They cannot be considered the true strength of the Bingya Mercenary Group."

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