Chapter 9

Old Jack's tavern is located in the southwest corner of Heibao town. It is remote and keeps company with the horse shed and pigsty, but the business of the tavern has always been very good. Because old Jack's tavern is the location of the black market in Heibao town. Every day, before dark, mercenaries, merchants, intelligence traffickers, bards and migratory warblers will come and go in and out of this tavern with various purposes. In such a tavern, you can buy many things you can't buy outside, provided you have money.

Nelson was sitting bored in the corner of old Jack's tavern. There was nothing on the solid oak table in front of him except a heavy war axe lying horizontally.

A weapon is placed horizontally on the table of the tavern, indicating that he is a mercenary waiting to be recruited, and there is no food or wine on the table, just because he has no money.

It's cold outside, but it's warm inside the pub. A fire pond had already risen in the middle of the tavern, and the leaping tongue was licking against a big pot on it. In the pot, more than a dozen pickled rabbits rolled in the Milky soup, and a strong aroma teased everyone's appetite.

Hal, the owner of the tavern, will never drive away any poor mercenary, but don't expect him to give you a cup of inferior horse milk wine worth only five copper sols, so Nelson can only swallow water at the pickled rabbit now.

The door of the tavern was pushed open. Nelson looked up and saw that Hal, the boss, with a flattering smile, welcomed several guys covered by cloaks to the private room on the second floor.

Nelson knows the details of these people. They are the men of the Quartermaster of Heibao. They often give some eliminated military supplies to Hal for sale. Nelson's War Bear mercenary regiment bought two eliminated crossbows from Hal. Nelson didn't see where they needed to be eliminated except that the emblem was worn off.

The gate was brutally knocked open again. A strong one eyed man with a height of 1.9 meters rushed in with a cold wind, which attracted several mercenaries sitting at the door to shout and scold.

"Head, it's really free." One eyed Longli ignored several provocative mercenaries, went straight to Nelson's table, threw two 10 pound black bread on the table and made a "bang".

Several mercenaries who wanted to have a good talk with the one eyed dragon with their fists. When they saw that the one eyed dragon was Nelson's man, they quickly sat down again and talked loudly about who had a bigger ass among the waitresses in the bar, as if nothing had happened.

"Where are they?" Nelson picked up a piece of black bread and chewed it. The hard black bread like a stone was crisp in Nelson's mouth, like a freshly baked oatmeal.

"Lilia also took them in line at the church, thinking of receiving some more loaves of black bread." The Cyclops scratched his head. "If only the church could catch a few more wizards, then we can get more free bread."

After each purification ceremony, the church will distribute some food to the local people free of charge. This ancient tradition has continued to this day.

Nelson swallowed a 5-pound loaf of black bread in three bites and smiled at the one eyed dragon; "It's not easy to catch a wizard. The wizard who was caught in dodo eight years ago died more than 20 years before he was subdued. It's really rare that there were no dead people in Heibao this time."

"Head, the pterosaurs have sent a message to me again. They want to talk to you." The Cyclops looked straight at Nelson.

Nelson stared at the one eyed dragon and asked in a low voice; "What do you think, Gru?"

"Head, I listen to you." One eyed longgru calmly faced Nelson's gaze. "But hammer, they seem to be very excited."

"I won't stop them if they want to go, but I want to make it clear to you that the pterosaurs are not clean." Nelson sighed and said to Gru, "I have always suspected that pterosaurs are the periphery of the blood fox theft group. Merging with them has no good results."

"Our battle bear regiment has been established for more than 20 years. We fought with the Sassanians in the north and wiped out the Jackal tribe in the south, but the most we fought against was the bandit regiment. The old leader of the previous generation was seriously injured in the battle with the bandits. Before he died, he handed over the mercenary regiment to me. I still remember him telling me that the bandits have no future, but the mercenaries have!" Nelson touched the Tomahawk on the table with some emotion, but more firmness.

"Head, you saved me from the thieves six years ago. I was shot blind by the thieves in this eye. Head, don't worry, my life is yours! Even if I starve to death, I won't work for the thieves! I'll go to the hammer and tell them!" Gru got up excitedly and rushed out.

"Sit down!" Nelson stopped Gru.

"Hammer, I know their thoughts. Over the years, the old brothers in the regiment have died and the disabled have been disabled. Hammer told me privately to dismiss all the disabled brothers. Only in this way can the mercenary regiment continue to grow. What he said is reasonable, but I can't bear it." Nelson reluctantly said to Gru, "this time, the kingdom of Gambis has pioneered the horse hill. I brought everyone here just to try my luck and see if I can be recruited as a family guard by the Lord. It can also find a way out for everyone. I just didn't expect..."

Gru was silent. The strength of the War Bear mercenary regiment was the best among his peers, especially the head Nelson was also a top expert among the mercenaries. But there are too many old, weak and disabled soldiers in the regiment. For the mercenary regiment of more than 40 people, there are 11 people who have lost their combat effectiveness. Every time I take a job, the employer shakes his head when he sees so many disabled people. Up to now, the mercenary regiment has not received the task for a long time.

The Lord's recruitment of family guards is indeed a good way for mercenaries, but is there a noble master willing to raise so many waste for nothing? They were speechless for a moment.

Nelson picked up a large package at his feet and gently threw it on the table. The heavy weight of the package made the table sink.

Gently patted the package, Nelson said reluctantly, "it seems that we can only sell this old man."

"Head, isn't this your half body armor? It can't be sold!" Gru stood up in shock.

We should know that mercenaries are generally equipped with leather armor, and few can be equipped with lock armor. Plate armor is strong enough to resist most attacks, but its heavy weight is unbearable for people who don't have enough strength, and its expensive price is prohibitive for mercenaries.

This half body armor was presented to Nelson by the owner of the caravan after he defeated a group of thieves who were robbing the caravan. Usually, Nelson's baby is amazing. He even has to do the maintenance work himself.

And now Nelson is going to sell it! Gru felt only a burst of sadness.

"Needless to say, there is not much money in the regiment, and there is no business now. If you sell it, you should deal with the emergency first." With that, Nelson picked up the package and walked to the bar.

"Call Hal out and show him something." Leave the package on the bar, Nelson said gruffly to the bartender.

After a while, Hal came out, touched the package on the bar and said to Nelson with a smile; "Commander Nelson, before you sell this half body armor, I want to take you to meet a big man."

"Big man, who?" Nelson looked cautiously at the tavern owner.

"Lord Wimbledon!"