Vol 2 Chapter 3

Episode 3 Freya's Knights

"You mean, do you have a way to get around Madara's attention?"

After a moment of silence, the bar owner asked with a distinctly untrustworthy color.

Freya nodded quickly. However, she immediately froze and found that everyone present was a face that didn't trust herself, her heart was tight, and she couldn't help but hold her sword tightly—like to let out the tension through the white fingers .

"Freya is a Butcher militia, and one of her friends said that Ridderburg would be breached. Before this evening, you would certainly not believe it, and Sue would not believe it, but the truth is in front of me. I think Freya There is some truth in the words. "At this time, Su suddenly said on the side.

Everyone was stunned, and even Freya looked at the girl with wheat-colored skin and pigtails, and gave her a grateful glance.

"I, in fact, can't take you away from Madara's attention." Freya thought for a moment, and said to the mercenaries present openly-her words made everyone startled. "However, I know that someone may have this ability."

"So you're not sure?" One person asked.

Freya nodded.

She immediately saw many people shrug. These mercenaries had no hope in a little girl. They were just joking. After all, Freya wasn't annoying-she was even a very attractive girl.

"Wait, everyone! I know, as a stranger, I am asking you here to believe that I am a nonsense thing," she held the sword in her chest with both hands, slowly relaxed, and her voice changed. Be bright and clear: "So I just proposed a possibility—"

She thought about it: "It's like betting, gambling, me, me ..."

The horsetail girl has been around for a long time and I can't find a suitable word. She suddenly feels a little annoyed-maybe she should not choose a way that she is not familiar with to explain to the mercenaries.

"It's like you open a handicap, are we betting right? Then life and death are fatal, riches are in heaven." A big mercenary smiled: "Good explanation, my name is-Mano. Just miss Miss I have to bet on you, don't I? "

He turned back. Someone in the crowd immediately laughed in good faith, and someone cried, Mano, you **** gambler, one day or another will give his life on it.

Freya blushed and nodded quickly: "It's almost like that, if you think I can still believe it, why don't you take a look first? I want to wait for you to see my friend, and I will make a judgment-at least , At least I believe him. "

After she had spoken, the mercenaries were silent. I have to say that Freya is still very tempting, and there is a testimony before Su's words, and they are hesitant here, might as well follow up and see the market, right?

Anyway, it won't be a loss, it's a big deal.

For a moment, however, no one was the protagonist. Freya watched the scene that gradually cooled down, and she couldn't help but be anxious for a moment.

"I believe Freya."

Su first went out and she looked back at her father. Reto couldn't help scratching his head. He didn't say anything about his daughter's stance. Really, he said that his daughter's elbow turned outwards-but he also gave him a good guy to come back.

The bar owner couldn't help sighing for a moment, and laughed around him.

"Okay," Reto said. "Do n’t laugh, either. Since I've gone, you can stay and look at it anyway. I believe the face of my little daughter is still for sale?"

"What a shame, Reto."

"Then Miss Nasu came out as a shield."

"Shameless."

The mercenaries couldn't help shouting, but they all agreed with Reto's statement, but the wide and fat bar owner was not ashamed, but looked contented. In the end, there were only a few people, and there were more than 20 people left. In fact, these people were not interested in Freya's proposal. They just couldn't pull their faces to compromise with a little girl.

"So Miss, everyone of us is here, now let's talk about your request?" Reto embraced both hands and asked back.

After all, mercenaries are mercenaries, and they understand that there is no such thing as enjoying rights and paying no price. They generally think of this price as a sale, thinking that they will join if they are accounted for, and exit if they are not accounted for-it is as simple as that, it is not a bad thing.

Freya didn't understand the mercenaries' thoughts, and her heart was naturally tense: "My request is actually very simple, that is, to escape here alive. Since you choose to stay and believe in me, I hope you can ... obey my command, Obey the order, otherwise the agreement will be almost meaningless. So I know it's a bit presumptuous to say this, but I still have to insist-if you feel unacceptable, I won't force it. "

"Of course, this is the most basic." These mercenaries replied, of course they said so, but they may not necessarily execute the order when they are sent to death. However, it is always right to get down first.

"And what else can you do?"

"I don't know, but I can at least stand up and fight with you. In the battle, we are comrades who fight side by side. I think ... this will not change because of the agreement between us." Freya thought I thought, so I answered.

"That's enough, as long as you can do it. At least we will recognize you, little girl!" Mano replied, and two or three people nodded in response. But some people still choose to quit. There were 17 people left in the end. Except for Reto and Sue, as well as Mano and his three dead parties, the rest were lone men. I felt that it was not as good for me to keep up with the team, so I chose to stay . But the dozen or so people were beyond Freya's expectations, and even far exceeded her expectations.

Because she hadn't expected anything. Even if only Su was left, it was a fluke, and now it is a fluke in fluke.

And the discussion here has not come to an end. The news of Madara's army entering the city has spread from the west, and the crowd on the street began to stir. When Reto saw the situation on the street, he immediately greeted other people to go to the bar to get food with him. At this time, how much can be taken naturally, or wait for these people to wake up and estimate that the street is a mess.

This is also the difference between mercenaries and Freya militia. The first thing experienced soldiers think of is logistics, not other aspects.

"Then what are we going to do next, Commander Miss Freya." The old mercenary Mano asked aside.

"Don't call me a commander, I'm no different than you." Freya said crimson, and the previous speech made her almost breathless. Until now she hadn't figured out that she would have the courage to say such things in front of a group of experienced soldiers.

Now think about it, it really seems like dreaming.

But a voice in her heart told her that she could do it. She must have been able to help Brando, rather than make a burden beside him. The ponytail girl took a breath to relax herself, staring at Ximen, who was soaring into the sky, suddenly remembering something, and asked, "Will you ride a horse?"

"Of course, how could it not."

"Then we'll steal the horse," Freya answered.

"Steal horse?"

"Stealing a horse?" The girl fiddled with the silver spoon and asked curiously.

"Ridenburg has a stallion market. It is an open fact that nobles trade warhorses in the inner district and also sell sellers and slaves incidentally. In fact, the old ministers came to the Butch area, and they were the ones who sent them in." Beverwell replied.

"These brave guys." The princess calmly lowered her tea cup.

"But how did that girl know?" She asked again.

"This has something to do with her life. At that time, our people left her three-year-old at the horse market in Rittenberg. She may not remember something that happened before she was three, but she should be impressed there."

"You are really cruel. A three-year-old girl left her alone in a strange place?"

"We also had a terrible relationship. The turmoil of that year was too extensive, and even Everton's wife was not spared. Besides, we also had a thorough arrangement."

"She can ride?"

"Why would the Everton family ride? We arranged to adopt her as the elite knights of the Silverwing, but why their family moved out of Rittenberg to such a remote place as Butch. Know. "

"Did she succeed?" Although she knew that Overwell would say so, she must have succeeded on behalf of Freya. Her Royal Highness could not help but ask.

She appeared to be more mature on the surface, and she was still a girl of fifteen or six years old.

"Of course, the old minister said before that the aristocrats were attracted by the young man's attention. There was no defense in the market area and they could easily get them. The group of mercenaries was also good enough, at least they could become the kingdom's first legion. Ordinary soldier- "

The girl nodded.

Unlike other legions, the frontline legions of the Kingdom of Eruin such as the Guards, the Silverwing, the 11th Cavalry Regiment of the Al-Sifah, and the Enrico Musketeer also blessed the honor and combat effectiveness of the past. Its combat effectiveness is still in the lower reaches of the Black Iron (3-7oz), and it is naturally incomparable with the self-defeating and second-line legions such as the White Mane Legion and the Black Blade Legion.

As for the standard legions, it is even more unsightly, and since the year of the cave beast, it has almost the same combat effectiveness as the aristocratic personal soldiers.

So Feverwell described it as such, Her Royal Highness Princess knew what kind of strength the mercenaries with Freya had.

She thought about it and asked, "What then?"

"Then the most exciting part of the story of the old minister. When Miss Freya led her knights to join the magical young man, they killed the Quartet in the army of Madara." Even though Fever was always Indifferent, but the mention of killing in and killing out in the enemy's army still made him a member of the royal party's eyes flutter.

"Magical young man," said the princess.

Fever coughed twice, realizing his own words.

But the girl didn't care, she looked at the time and said, "I still have a little time, Lord Overwell, then please continue to the next bar."

"Honored."