Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Seeing the other party's expression, she was more certain that this guy came from the north.

With the signing of the "Nangesia West Continent Agreement", the pattern of Nangexia West Continent was established, so the other party's coming here could not be a land dispute, so the purpose was obvious, either looking for someone or looking for something.

Olga's eyes flickered, waved to find a six-seal knight, and whispered: "Send someone to keep an eye on that person and see where he will go."

The six-seal knight turned his head to look, then lowered his head and said: "My lord, do you want me to send someone to arrest the other party for interrogation?"

I thought it was a statement of loyalty, but it turned out to be Olga's roll of the eyes.

"If you have the strength, I won't stop you."

Hearing Olga's suggestion, the Six Seals Knight understood instantly and bowed his head to apologize: "My lord, I said too much."

"Okay, don't make decisions on your own, otherwise it's easy to lose your life."

"Yes, my lord."

The Six Seals Knight replied respectfully, and then retreated to the bottom of the stairs, ready to send someone to follow after the execution.

With thirty-three heads pierced by iron and inserted on the west side of the square, the execution officially came to an end.

Several soldiers carried iron buckets and poured red kerosene on the wood, and then drew their swords to cut off the limbs of the three people.

Blood flowed, the three people did not change their faces, raised their heads, and died calmly.

When a country perishes, there will always be martyrs.

Torches were thrown to the cross, flames rose, and the flames devoured the bodies of the three people.

Welin stood up from the ground, feeling the heat coming towards him, with a trace of respect in his eyes, but only this trace.

After all, he was also a member of the invasion of this world, and naturally stood on the opposite side of these people.

Half an hour later, when the three people died completely, Weilin entered the crowd and left.

After leaving the crowd, Weilin saw Kyle sitting in the tavern. Looking through the window, there was a plate of dried meat, two plates of side dishes and two pots of wine on the table.

Feeling the sight of his master, Kyle raised his head, his eyes calm, without the slightest embarrassment.

Seeing this, Weilin walked into the tavern calmly, watching the maid in revealing clothes coming up, and pointed at Kyle.

Seeing this, the maid smiled apologetically and asked, "Guest, do you need some more meat?"

"Another plate of that meat."

Weilin pointed to the vague name of the dish on the menu and ordered the maid.

"Okay, guest, please wait a moment."

The maid smiled and bent forward, showing her advantages.

For this scene, Weilin just smiled kindly and didn't buy it.

Wanting him to order more is impossible.

Sitting down opposite Kyle, Weilin unceremoniously brought a pot of wine in front of him. .

"My Lord, I've finished reading it."

Kyle raised his glass, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile.

"Drinking during work, half of your salary will be deducted." Weilin looked at Kyle and teased with a smile.

"Salary, you haven't paid me for six years." Kyle put down his glass and replied with a smile.

At this moment, the maid who served the dishes heard the two people's words and her eyes were full of curiosity. Although she didn't understand what the two people said, she looked at their expressions and had a rough guess in her heart based on her years of service experience.

But as a maid, she still needed to do things, so she could only suppress her curiosity and quietly retreat.

"Really?"

Weilin was stunned for a moment, thinking carefully, since the war began, he seemed to have never paid Kyle a salary, and even the Qixingling troops who followed him to the war had no military pay.

This is unimaginable in other troops, but it is normal for Weilin.

What's even more outrageous is that no one seems to have mentioned this to him.

No one, whether it's Hebrew, Greg, or Devonshire, came to ask him for military pay.

Thinking of this, Weilin put his hand to his mouth and asked in a low voice: "How much military pay do I owe now."

"Let's not talk about the big ones, just take a low-level bronze warrior as an example."

"Basic military pay, nine silver coins a month."

"Training materials conversion, twenty-five silver coins a month."

"Military subsidies, fifteen silver coins a month."

"Battlefield merits are calculated separately, taking the average, thirty-five silver coins a month."

"These four items add up to eight gold coins and four silver coins a month. In these one hundred and three months, you need to pay 865 gold coins and two silver coins."

"This does not include the spoils of war. If you count it, you need to pay 1,500 gold coins for a low-level bronze warrior."

"Excluding this part, including the death pension for fallen soldiers and the disability pension for disabled soldiers, you will probably spend about 113 million gold coins this time, which is less than one percent of your gains this time."

"Ahem."

Weilin blushed a little, rarely. Unknowingly, he owed so much money.

He thought that the Hebrews usually paid the soldiers, but he didn't expect that he was overthinking.

However, it is a taboo for the commander to pay the soldiers without authorization. Any normal commander would not do such a thing.

"After returning, pay it three times."

"If you want gold coins, give gold coins. If you don't want gold coins, give extraordinary materials and cultivation secrets. All these things are converted at cost price."

"I never thought that I would owe so much military pay one day. No one would believe it if I told others."

After hearing this, Kyle nodded in agreement and said, "My lord, other troops will become resentful if they owe military pay for a few months at most. But you have owed military pay for eight years and seven months in a row, which can be considered a year." A big wonder."

"Okay, okay, let's drink and drink."

Verin waved his hand, his face slightly red, and signaled Kyle to stop talking. After all, he still wanted to lose face.

As time went by, the number of people in the tavern gradually increased.

There was a mixture of fish and dragons, and everyone loudly discussed the execution process just now, but they all remained rational and did not dare to slander the Harvest Church. After all, no one wanted to go to the cross.

After sitting around for a while and paying three silver coins for their drinks, Verin and Kyle left the tavern, preparing to find the young man who had awakened his soul memory.

Not long after the two left, the people sitting separately looked at each other, paid for their drinks, left the tavern, and followed them.

"Lord, do you want me to deal with these rats?" Kyle locked the location of these six spies. With just a slight force, these people could die violently on the street.

"Forget it, the pastor of the Harvest Church wants to see me, but now is not the time. It won't be too late to meet him after this matter is dealt with."

"Just confuse them and let them walk back on their own."

Verin put his hands behind his back, looking quite elegant.

"Yes, Lord."

Kyle turned around, took a look, and finally turned around and followed.

At this moment, the six spies froze on the spot, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the church.