Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

"Not bad, very good."

As the manager of the Colosseum, Marcus did not boo like other spectators. Instead, he praised the battle just now in a very serious tone.

But he was not praising the armored knight who had just shown off his spear skills.

Unlike other viewers who had until now thought that the costumed knight in the Colosseum was a noble, Marcus knew very well that the costumed knight was just the Nord woman who was the most capable of fighting under Milin.

This set of "elite equipment" that looks quite similar was sold to Milin by Marcus.

What Marcus praised was Attila who was once again in a tough fight.

It seemed that Alori was very angry that Attila interrupted her greeting Milin.

"What's her name?" Marcus, who was looking at the Colosseum, praised Attila and asked Milin beside him.

"...Attila." Milin glanced at the Colosseum manager with a subtle look and replied.

"Oriental?" Marcus asked in a slightly surprised tone when he heard the name.

"It should be considered so." Milin nodded and said.

Milin, who has been in this world for more than half a year, knows very well that the orientals Marcus refers to do not refer to some behemoth from the east... The Cathay that Avigo talks about has long been beyond the boundaries of the map.

The "Easterners" mentioned by natives of the Empire like Marcus refer to the nomads living in the east of the Empire's territory.

Those nomads and desert people in the south who are not good at singing and dancing are among the beneficiaries of the imperial mercenary system.

It's just that Escalon is located in the hinterland of the empire, and Milin has only heard of the nomads who retain abundant martial virtues, but has never seen it with his own eyes.

Are the Huns considered oriental? Of course forget it, are you considered a herdsman? This is worthy of scrutiny.

"You should buy her a good horse." Marcus turned his head and looked at Milin with meaningful eyes.

"It also needs a good bow." Milin said following Marcus' words.

"What a coincidence. I happen to have a fierce horse on hand, and a set of equipment that is most suitable. I heard that it is the equipment of Khan's personal guards." Marcus said with a smile when he saw Milin being so smart.

"That's such a coincidence. I was planning to buy her some suitable equipment recently. You have the right equipment over there, which is a big help to me, Marcus." said Milin, who had such an expression on his face.

"Haha, don't worry about the quality. You get what you pay for. I will never lose you." Marcus laughed along with Milin, and then said in a nonchalant way: "As for the tavern Don’t worry about those mercenaries here.”

"..." Milin's expression was slightly stunned.

Obviously Marcus thought Milin was worried about whether the mercenaries would steal business.

If Milin is really worried about this, then after the operation just now, those mercenaries will definitely not be able to receive any suitable business.

The question that Milin really wanted to know was why those mercenaries gathered in a small place like Iscalon.

However, this was not the first time Milin had dealt with Marcus, and he did not reveal his emotions.

With a slightly surprised and grateful tone, Milin explained his confusion just now as "I didn't expect that I would agree so readily." After that, Milin exchanged some unhelpful words with Marcus.

Before Milin could figure out how to bring the topic back to those mercenaries without causing misunderstandings.

The city guard who received a dinar from Milin at the entrance of the Colosseum quickly walked to Marcus' side and whispered a few words in a small voice.

Although the smile on his face did not change at all, Milin, who had been paying attention to Marcus, noticed a flash of panic in the other man's eyes.

Marcus, who didn't know what news he got from the guards, was not interested in continuing to watch the "exciting" battle in the Colosseum. He just found an excuse that was obviously made up on the fly and informed Milin about it. Leaving the Colosseum with hasty steps.

Watching Marcus's fat figure disappear at the end of the stairs, Milin picked up a grape from the fruit bowl on the side and threw it into his mouth, then asked Gray Wind beside him:

"Grey Wind, what do you think?"

"There is insufficient information that can be used for analysis." Gray Feng replied without using the "normal answer method".

"Has Marcus ever had such a reaction before?" Milin had a sour expression on his face.

After hearing Milin's question, Gray Feng closed his eyes for about two seconds and then opened them again:

"Never had."

Knowing that Gray Feng's action just now was to retrieve the memory bank, Milin nodded, picked up another grape and threw it into his mouth.

"Tsk, it's even more sour."

Sure enough, you can’t have unnecessary expectations for the fruits of this world.

After tasting a few other fruits, Milin clapped his hands towards the Colosseum.

Noticing Milin's movements, Alori and Attila, who had been fighting fiercely for more than an hour without seeing even a drop of blood, immediately stopped.

To be precise, Alori stopped his movements first, and then kicked Attila to the side before he could react.

Attila, who was almost knocked out of breath by this kick, had not yet recovered, but was carried by Alori with one hand and came to Milin all the way.

Alori, who came to Milin, threw the Attila in his hand to the ground, took off his helmet and rushed towards the fruit bowl next to Milin.

"How do you feel?" Milin took the initiative to move half of his body to avoid being scratched by the imperial lance hanging on Alori's back.

"It tastes good," said Alori, who turned a bunch of grapes in his hand into a bunch of grape stems in two or three seconds.

"I'm asking about Attila." Milin asked Alori, who immediately turned his attention to other fruits after finishing the grapes.

"It's amazing." Alori said with his mouth full.

"What's so great about it?" Milin asked.

"Growth speed? Combat intuition? In short, it's pretty powerful, but it's far behind me." Alori didn't know whether he was praising Attila or bragging about Attila.

Attila, who had just gotten up from the ground, heard Alori's evaluation of himself. He had an expression on his face that he was about to speak but stopped, then he was about to speak, and then he sorted out his words, and finally forgot what he said.

Because from a certain perspective, most warriors only feel a deep sense of powerlessness and despair in front of Alori.

Unexpectedly, Alori wore armor weighing dozens of kilograms and fought in the bright sun for more than an hour without taking a breath or breaking a drop of sweat.

"Is she suitable?" Milin glanced at Attila who had just recovered and asked.

Seeing Milin paying attention to himself, Attila immediately lowered his head and appeared to be obeying orders.

"Huh? Boss, you're asking me?" Alori said in surprise as he almost wiped out the fruit bowl.

"Is there anything wrong with me asking you?" Milin asked.

"...Boss, haven't you always complained about my lack of brains, so you have never asked me about business." Alori continued in a tone without any sense of shame: "Besides, boss, haven't you already made your decision? Why? Ask me one more time."

"I'm just worried...forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Milin said speechlessly.

To be able to say this so naturally is not so much that Alori has no brains as it is that she doesn't want to think too much at all.

"Hey." Alori, who noticed that Milin was speechless, finished the last piece of fruit in the fruit bowl.