The Knight's Journey to the Empire

Along the way, the two teams moved forward slowly, talking and laughing. The atmosphere was cheerful and friendly, and they got along well.

The four leaders spoke eloquently and passionately, as if they were friends who had not seen each other for many years.

The topics of discussion were all over the place.

The happy time didn't last long, and it seemed like we had traveled a long distance.

Ahead is a somewhat winding mountain road. On both sides of the road are mountain ridges that are each about fifty to sixty meters high.

On that ridge, there is dense vegetation, bushes, and many strange rocks.

This looks like a good place for an ambush!

And obviously, this is where the Wolf-Head Bandits planned to ambush Sauron.

Because the ridges on both sides of the mountain road are now full of people.

They are members of the Blazing Mercenaries.

Soran took a quick look and found that there were no less than three hundred people.

Wow, this is comparable to the city guards of Connacht!

No, their strength should be stronger than the city guards of Connacht.

At this time, there were still many corpses lying in disorder on the mountain roads and ridges, as well as weapons and equipment scattered all over the ground.

Those pools of red blood dyed a large area of ​​the road red!

It was obvious that a great battle had just taken place here.

And now, as the victorious side, the members of the Blazing Mercenary Group are cleaning up the battlefield.

At this point, Soran's convoy was about to separate from the Blazing Mercenaries.

The Blazing Mercenaries had not yet finished cleaning up the battlefield and collecting the spoils, so naturally they could no longer travel together.

So the two sides said goodbye to each other, and then went their separate ways to pursue their own future.

……

On one of the ridges, among the members of the Blazing Mercenaries, one member watched Soran's team leave with excitement but mixed feelings.

He wanted to rush up and recognize Soran, but when he thought of what Soran had said, he could only sigh.

The figure was Usman, one of the orphans Soren had adopted in Tallinn County.

But now, he is a peripheral member of the Blazing Mercenary Group.

But today, Usman made a great breakthrough: he killed a bandit with his own hands today!

He had to kill a bandit in order to save his companion.

He finally took that step!

……

“Grace, why did you suddenly agree to the favor offered by this young baron just now? You know, this is against the rules!” Looking at Soran’s departing figure, Deputy Captain Bayezid frowned on his handsome face and asked his doubts.

Because this is indeed not in line with the rules of the mercenary group.

Mercenaries are a bunch of lunatics who dance on the edge of a knife and lick the blood on the blade.

Mercenaries care about profit and glittering coins. They fight for profit and go crazy because of money.

Favors can be said to be something that mercenaries are more taboo about, whether they owe others or others owe them.

Because the life of a mercenary is extremely dangerous and you don't know when you will die, instead of doing these empty favors, it is better to give some shiny gold coins.

Moreover, once this favor appears, it often means endless entanglements and troubles.

Therefore, for mercenaries, if you give them money generously, they will definitely have a higher favorability towards you than if you do them a favor!

"I know this is against the rules, but I said that was my intuition, do you believe it?" Captain Grace looked at her deputy captain, seeking sexual inquiries.

Mercenaries are hired by their employers for profit and receive commissions for completing tasks.

Then this will inevitably involve the tug of war over money.

At this point, once personal relationships come into play, it becomes difficult to define a reasonable and friendly price.

You can't just say that the mercenary completed the mission but didn't pay you, and then you say that I owe you a favor!

How is this possible? Wouldn't this market be in chaos?

Moreover, favors are not fixed and are highly volatile, and their specific value is difficult to estimate.

The favors owed by big shots and nobles are not so bad, they provide better stability and security!

But for a small noble like Soran in a remote place, favors are like weeds on the roadside to a large mercenary group like the Blazing Mercenary Group. They are useless.

After all, you don't know what you can use it for, so it's better to just give some real gold coins.

To put it bluntly, the fact that the Blazing Mercenaries accepted Sauron's favor actually meant that Sauron was courting high.

In fact, Soran really thought so. He wanted to get close to the Blazing Fire Mercenaries.

I'll tell you when I get out that I still owe a favor to the Blazing Mercenaries!

Then the level of coolness has been improved a bit, hasn't it?

The Blazing Mercenaries are so powerful that it's okay to use their power to gain some support sometimes.

"Intuition, what do you mean? Are you sure?" Bayezid continued to ask.

When a knight practices fighting spirit, it not only improves his physical fitness, but also his body's various sensory abilities.

Such as the five senses, sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch.

There is also the sixth sense, the ability to perceive or predict something that is about to happen and is related to oneself.

The higher the knight's professional level, the higher the level of life will be, and the stronger the perception ability, including the sixth sense, will be.

So Captain Grace said that it was her intuition that prompted her to make this decision.

This actually has some basis.

Bayezid did not choose to despise her decision, but instead showed a solemn expression.

Because in the battle to encircle and suppress the Wolf Head Bandit Gang, Grace saved his life with her intuition.

"Yes, it's intuition, I'm sure!" Captain Grace said firmly.

"From the moment I knew his identity, I had a hunch that he would become a great man and a great being!"

“Although this intuition was only fleeting, the feeling was so strong that I still remember it vividly!”

"Besides, don't you think that this little noble is really too lucky?" Grace looked at Bayezid and said seriously.

"Indeed, this little nobleman's luck is really good! So good that I am envious!" Bayezid nodded, and a look of approval appeared on his handsome face.

He went deep into the enemy's rear, captured the eldest son of the enemy country, rushed thousands of miles back home safely, and then made meritorious service and received honors, becoming a hereditary aristocrat.

On the way to take office, he was plotted against and killed by someone else. The Wolf Head Bandits ambushed him halfway, but he was rescued by the Blazing Fire Mercenaries.

These two times should have been fatal situations, but he managed to get through them easily and even gained a lot of benefits.

Anyone who has such good luck would be envious!

"So, I'm doing him a favor now, just so that we can have more contact in the future," Grace's pretty face showed a meaningful expression, "otherwise why would I talk so much nonsense with him along the way? Otherwise, he's just a small baron who has entered the knight profession level. Such a small noble is not worth my close friendship."

"What if your intuition is wrong?" Bayezid asked back.

"If it's wrong, it's wrong. It's just a favor. We are not the ones who suffer the loss! But if it's right, then we will make a lot of money!" Captain Grace shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently.

Anyway, it’s not our Blazing Mercenaries who owe us the favor.

"If that's the case, should we have more contact with him? Or give him some help?" Bayezid offered his suggestion.

Now that Soran has just taken office in the territory, there is a great shortage of manpower, material resources, and financial resources.

If we support him now, and if the future turns out to be as Grace's intuition predicts, the rewards will be absolutely immeasurable.

After all, the gains from providing timely assistance and adding icing on the cake can never be compared!

"Don't be anxious. Let him sit still first and develop in the territory for a while to see what kind of person he is. It's like investment gambling, how can you place a bet so quickly before the cards are revealed." Grace's eyes flashed with cunning and wisdom, like a wise man who is sure of victory.

"Well, then I'll listen to you. I'll ask someone to pay more attention to him and see how capable he is!" Bayezid also felt that what Grace said made sense.

"Okay, but be secretive! It's best not to let him find out!" Grace reminded.

"Don't worry about me doing the job!" Bayezid patted his chest and assured with full confidence.

When it comes to intelligence, he is an expert!