Rise In Calradia

The mercenaries are busy in the fortress. Since they occupied the castle, they have been busy with their work. They complained about the busy work and kept working, because they all knew that they had robbed other people’s money. The fortress, the next battle will break out soon. If they don't work hard, everything they have gained in this siege will be gone.

Of course, in this busy scene, there is also a person who has nothing to do. She skilfully avoided the crowds on the road, lowered her head and threw a knife, playing acrobatics from the tired soldiers and forced conscription. Of workers passed by, but the other side did not dare to have any opinions. They knew that this unremarkable little girl didn't need to work hard to make a great contribution, and they didn't want to kill her because of a few complaints. After repeated propaganda by the mercenaries, the soldiers under Byron knew one thing, that is, those who annoy Kress often end up worse than death.

The soldiers avoided her one after another, and Kress didn’t care about them. She walked to the haystack behind the fortress all the way to play. She saw that there was no one around, so she lay directly on it, no matter what the clothes were. Take a nap like lying in a bed.

"I knew you would be here."

Just as Kress was about to fall asleep, a voice woke him up. Kress was originally very dissatisfied, and wanted to teach the guy who was disturbing him a lesson. Last time Elaine took a woman to find a place to try and disturbed her. After that, Kress played a trick to make this arrogant. The knight master had been pulling his stomach for two days, and every time she saw him walking toward the toilet with a gloomy look, she had to hold back a laugh.

But this time he naturally couldn't do it, because she could hear the owner of the voice.

"Yeah, Captain, why are you coming to me? Didn't I finish the job?" Kress opened his eyes, and he bounced from the haystack as soon as his legs supported his whole body. His body was more flexible than Byron. The dancers in her hometown are even better. I really don't know what kind of environment makes her such a skill.

"Why? Don't you need the money after the work is done? You used to rush to find me to receive the reward." Byron doesn't care what she calls herself. Kress always calls him whatever she wants. What? Byron has long been used to it. He just walked over with a smile, untied a bag from his waist, and threw it to Kress.

Kress took a step forward, eyes quick and quick, she reached out and grabbed the bag when the bag was still in the air, but the sudden weight made her feel a numb in her palms and a little pain in her wrists. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she knew that the reward this time would be very generous.

Without saying a word, she immediately unwrapped the bag and saw that it was full of gold coins. They were all produced by the mint left behind by the Karad Empire. They were genuine gold dinars, and their shapes and weights followed the ancient system. , It’s just that the golden eagle logo of the empire has been replaced with the head of Harous. The number of gold coins here is worth 500 dinars.

500 dinars, if this comes to any mercenary under Byron, he will probably just quit his job, even without armor and weapons. This amount of money is enough to allow them to return to their hometowns to buy properties, marry wives and have children, like a big John. If he still has some savings, he can even settle down in a certain city and lead a decent citizen life.

"Give me so much?" Kress asked suspiciously as he stuffed the purse into his clothes.

"You deserve it, you have done a great job for us. But to be honest, I did give you the most, and Eleon didn't get as much as you." Byron nodded, watching the little girl's chest bulge. The purse, resisting the urge to laugh, walked to the haystack, and also didn't care about his good clothes, just sat down.

"Give these to me and you are not afraid of me leaving?" Kress's expression was still full of doubts, but her hand gripping the purse was obviously harder and almost tore off the tight clothes.

"Don't be afraid. Although we don't speak much, I can see what you want, you need more than these, and you believe I can give it to you, don't you? Okay, sit down and have a good chat Talk." Byron smiled and beckoned to Kress.

"What is there to talk about." Kress mumbled as she sat next to Byron, not caring about the difference between men and women, and like anyone else. No wonder she has a good look but few noble children like her. She obviously dared to marry anyone for money.

"Of course, I have this obligation whether as your captain or a lord." Byron's rare real seriousness, instead of pretending to be that way. "Eleon and Jamila have a conflict, I have to mediate; when Fattis can't find James, I have to listen to his confession; if Bandak quarrels with Resalit, I I have to find a way to control the situation; Rolf is in trouble, and I have to wipe his ass; if Yatiman gets angry with me because of his academic problems with James, it will take a lot of talking. Not only that. , And many people will come to me to express their opinions, try to interfere with my ideas or get things they are not qualified to get. At this time, I have to use words to solve them."

"Then you really have a good tongue." After that, even Kress himself felt that his words were a bit wrong.

"Not good, because many times the results are not ideal."

"So, my lord, what do you want from me? Your cook is causing you trouble? And she doesn't seem to have talked to you, right?" Kress stood up and gave a terrible lady's salute. Said in that tone full of deliberately imitating the nobleman.

"You don't need to use that tone, Kress, it looks like he's laughing at me." Byron laughed loudly, not taking this behavior as an insult, only as a joke.

"Trouble you have caused me a lot, but it's a beautiful job. No one knows that you did it. Even if you know it, there is no evidence. You should be like this. You really didn't take the initiative to come to me and say anything, except for us. The first time I met, I tried my best not to remember that experience. But that’s why I came to you, Kress, I don’t know much about you, I don’t know what you want, nor I know exactly what you want to do, people need privacy, but I have to know the minds of my people, otherwise how do I manage the army and territory. And seriously, I have to guarantee that there is a war concerning my life and future. No one wanted to betray me before I started. You know, Kress, I have been betrayed a lot..."

"That's not what you asked for." Kress suddenly interrupted Byron's words, and lay down on the haystack, complaining: "I don't know what you think, but if I will Those betrayers all cut off the tendons and hamstrings, cut off their tongues and threw their tongues into the mountains to feed the wild wolves. At least they should directly touch their throats or put him on the gallows, but you let them go again and again, and my honorable lord counts you. How many traitors have you killed? There is no risk of being a traitor!"

"Okay, okay, you're right, I did have a little bit of it before... benevolence or stupid, I was too idealistic before, I thought that showing generosity would make other soldiers love me more. But no one besides Fatis thinks that way. On the contrary, I think I am weak and deceived, and let those **** stabb me in the back again and again." Byron nodded embarrassedly, Kress directly overdone it. Pierced into his heart.

"Not only did I grow up in the streets, I worked as a servant, I know what those lords think every day, you and them are too far apart, the world of this CD is this virtue, the noble master has everything in cunning and cruelty, the farmer One is more stupid than the other, they all say that they have no choice, and then do all kinds of **** things with confidence. If you save them, these scumbags will only care about you for more, and if you don't give them, they will spur you. But if you whip them and throw them leftovers, they will lie on the ground like a dog and lick your toes. To me, you should learn from those nobles and become like them."

Kress unconsciously said part of what was in her heart. After all, she was still a young girl who had just grown up, and there were things in her heart that were difficult to hide. Obviously, the shadow of his childhood completely disappeared his expectations of the general public, and his hatred of the nobility was distorted into jealousy and longing. She worked hard not for anything else, but to be able to climb to the position of the masters, and then work with them to oppress those who have hurt her at the bottom, even more cruel and cruel methods.

"I should definitely learn something from them~www.readwn.com~ but not everything." Byron watched Kress slowly say this, then patted his **** and stood up.

"So we know something?"

"You decide."

"Well, let’s just say something straightforward. The war is about to begin, but I always feel that there is a problem. Things will not go so smoothly. My opponents must have been prepared long ago to help me find out those who want to betray me or are already there. The guy who betrayed me."

"What about after? You catch them and throw them into the pigpen, and let everyone watch the jokes, just like the last time?"

"No, you need to tell me who they are. First you do it, and then I give the money. It's as simple as that. Assassin’s people are now in your care, help me figure out what pests are in my army, and then They are crushed to death one by one, no matter who their master is. Okay?"

"Listen to you, boss."

Kress nodded, then jumped off the haystack and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"You should learn what you should learn, shouldn't you learn... let's talk about it" Byron meditated on something, and walked to the other side.