Old Jack's Tavern is located in the southwest corner of Blackcastle Town. The terrain here is remote, next to the horse stable and pig pen, but the business of the tavern has always been very good. Because Old Jack's Tavern is the location of Blackcastle Town's black market. Every day, before it gets dark, the tavern has a very good business.

Soldiers, merchants, intelligence dealers, bards, and wandering warblers will come in and out of this tavern with various purposes. In such a tavern, you can buy many things that cannot be bought outside, provided that you

Gotta have money.

Nelson was sitting boredly in a corner of Old Jack's Tavern. There was nothing on the solid oak table in front of him except a heavy battle ax lying horizontally.

Placing a weapon across the table in the tavern means that he is a mercenary waiting to be recruited, and there is no food or wine on the table simply because he has no money.

It's cold outside, but it's very warm inside the tavern. A fire pit has already risen in the center of the tavern, and the jumping flames are licking a large pot on top. In the pot, more than a dozen pickled rabbits are rolling in the milky white soup.

, the rich aroma teases everyone's appetite.

Hal, the tavern owner, will never expel any pauper mercenary, but don’t expect him to give you a glass of low-quality kumiss even worth only 5 copper soles, so now Nelson can only face the pickled rabbit.

Swallow.

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and Nelson looked up to see the owner Hal, with a flattering smile, welcoming several guys covered by cloaks into the private room on the second floor.

Nelson knew the details of these people. They were subordinates of the Quartermaster of the Black Castle and would often give some obsolete military supplies to Hal for sale. Nelson's War Bear Mercenary Group bought two from Hal.

The crossbow was eliminated. Apart from the emblem being worn away, Nelson could not see anything that needed to be eliminated.

The door was violently opened again, and a one-eyed man who was 1.9 meters tall rushed in with a gust of cold wind, causing several mercenaries sitting at the door to yell and curse.

"The head is indeed free." The one-eyed dragon ignored several provocative mercenaries, walked straight to Nelson's table, and threw two 10-pound pieces of black bread on the table with a "bang!"

A sound.

Several mercenaries who originally wanted to have a good talk with the one-eyed dragon with their fists, saw that the one-eyed dragon was Nelson's man, and quickly sat down again, talking loudly about which of the waitresses in the bar had a bigger butt, like something

Nothing happened.

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

"Lilia also led them to line up in the church, thinking about getting a few more loaves of black bread." One-eyed Dragon scratched his head. "It would be great if the church arrested a few more wizards, and then we could get more free bread."

After each purification ceremony held by the church, some free food will be distributed to the local people. This ancient tradition continues to this day.

Nelson swallowed a 5-pound loaf of black bread in two mouthfuls and smiled at the one-eyed dragon: "How can a wizard be so easy to catch? The wizard who was caught in Dodo eight years ago died for more than 20 years."

Only people can be subdued. It’s really rare that no one was killed like Black Castle’s arrest this time.”

"Boss, the pterodactyl group has sent me a message again. They want to talk to you." The one-eyed dragon said sternly to Nelson.

Nelson stared at the Cyclops and asked in a low voice, "Gru, what do you think?"

"Boss, I listen to you." The one-eyed dragon Gru faced Nelson's gaze calmly. "But Iron Hammer and the others seem to be quite moved."

"I won't stop them if they want to leave, but I want to make it clear to you that the pterodactyl group is not clean." Nelson sighed and said to Gru: "I have always suspected that the pterodactyl is a blood fox.

On the periphery of the thieves group, merging with them will have no good results."

"Our Fighting Bear Group has been established for more than 20 years. We have fought against the Sasan people in the north and wiped out the jackal tribe in the south. However, the most we have fought against has been the bandit group. The old leader of the previous generation was fighting against thieves.

He was seriously injured, and before he died, he handed the mercenary group into my hands. I still remember him telling me that thieves have no future, but mercenaries do!" Nelson touched the battle ax on the table, and there was something

Feelings but more of a determination.

"Tou, you saved me from a thief six years ago. My eye was shot blind by the thief. Don't worry, Tou, my life is yours! Even if I starve to death, I won't.

Work for the thieves! I'll go find Hammer and tell them!" Gru stood up excitedly and rushed out.

"Sit down!" Nelson called to Gru.

"I know the thoughts of Tie Hammer and the others. Over the years, the old brothers in the regiment have died and become disabled. Tie Hammer told me privately that he asked me to dismiss all the disabled brothers. This is the only way to mercenary

Only then can the regiment continue to grow. What he said makes sense, but I can't bear it." Nelson said to Gru helplessly: "This time the Kingdom of Gambis is developing the Centaur Hills. I brought everyone here just to try my luck.

, see if you can be recruited by that lord as a family guard, and you can find a way out for everyone. But I didn’t expect..."

Gru was silent. The strength of the War Bear Mercenary Group is considered outstanding among its peers, especially the leader Nelson is also a top expert among the mercenaries. However, there are too many old, weak and disabled soldiers in the group. There are more than 40 people in the group.

In the mercenary group, 11 people have lost their combat effectiveness. Every time they receive a mission, the employer shakes his head and gives up when he sees so many disabled people. Up to now, the mercenary group has not received a mission for a long time.

The lord's recruitment of family guards is indeed a good way out for mercenaries, but which noble man is willing to raise so many wastes in vain? The two of them were speechless for a moment.

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

Patting the package gently, Nelson said with some reluctance: "It seems that I can only sell this old guy."

"Boss, isn't this your half plate armor? This can't be sold!" Gru stood up in shock.

You must know that mercenaries are generally equipped with leather armor, and few can be equipped with chain armor. Plate armor is strong enough to withstand most attacks, but its heavy weight makes it unbearable for those who do not have enough strength, and it is expensive.

The price is even more prohibitive for mercenaries.

This half-plate armor was a gift given to Nelson by the owner of the caravan after he defeated a group of thieves who were looting the caravan. Normally, Nelson was so precious that he even had to do the maintenance himself.

Come and do it.

And now Nelson actually wants to sell it! Gru just felt sad.

"Needless to say, the group's funds are running low and there is no business now. Sell it to deal with emergencies first." After saying that, Nelson picked up the package and walked to the bar.

"Tell Hal to come out and show him something." Nelson threw the package on the bar and said to the bartender in a rough voice.

After a while, Hal came out, touched the package on the bar, and said to Nelson with a smile; "Captain Nelson, before you sell this half-armor, I want to take you to see a

Big shot."

"Big shot, who?" Nelson looked at the tavern owner cautiously.
Chapter completed!