"I have to admit, your skills are beyond my expectation." Hill said excitedly in the alley three streets away from the tavern. Although the white smoke blocked most of the human sight, it could not let the dementors miss the wonderful scene.

At that moment, she saw how Roland was from another perspective.

How could he completely defeat the arrogant mercenary with just one blow? This is not the skill that a magician should have. In other words, even most warriors cannot control their strength so accurately, especially when his

The body is not yet in its prime.

Roland put the unlucky tavern owner against the wall and raised his eyebrows, "There is no other advantage to being older. It is that you have enough time to slowly practice those things that you knew little about when you were young. I have practiced that move just now.

Three years, but it is still not as good as the person who taught it to me. That guy can knock a dragon unconscious with his bare hands." The magician's face showed a smile that only showed in memories, but he quickly returned to the scene in front of him.

Come to reality.

"We harmed him." The old man who was no longer old said. He looked at Pipo lying on the ground with a guilty tone. "We involved him in a battle that did not belong to us."

Hill had a different view on this. She squatted down, opened the eyelids of the man lying on the ground, and checked his condition. "Without us, he would have died last night. I dare say those mercenaries wouldn't

This unfortunate guy will be allowed to survive the night. And even today, when he picks up the gold coin you gave him, he should bear his own destiny." The doctor said, taking the gold coin from the boss's jacket pocket.

He took it out and handed it to Roland.

"I already gave it to him." The magician frowned, not wanting to accept the gold coin. He felt that since this innocent man was involved in the incident, he should at least be given some compensation.

Roland was unwilling to accept the dementor. She shrugged and put the gold coin into her purse. She planned to find an opportunity to return it to the latter later. "We gave him compensation, and he also proved himself."

He has no ability to accept this compensation. Besides, his life is worth a gold coin, right?"

The magician said nothing more. What he had to worry about now was far more serious than how to compensate the tavern owner. Roland looked at the entrance of the alley, hoping to notice the enemy before he approached. Hill also completed the inspection, and she

He stood up and said in a complaining tone, "We shouldn't turn back. Even if you must save this guy, we have completed the task now and should continue heading north."

"Don't be so anxious. Have you heard of the name Poison Blade before? I mean, it sounds quite popular." The magician instinctively wanted to take out his pipe while thinking, but remembered that the current situation was not about smoking.

When it happened, he angrily took his hand out of his jacket pocket.

Hill thought for a moment, then shook her head. She had never heard of this name in Cangshi. Moreover, the profession of mercenaries is not as common as in other countries in the kingdom that always respects chivalry. "Maybe we should ask our friends in the royal capital.

, she should know the origins of these guys."

Roland knew that the doctor was referring to One Eye. Indeed, as the ruler of the entire kingdom's underground world, One Eye would know the details of the mercenaries better. But now there is no time to notify the capital and wait for a reply. No one can tell the situation in the north clearly.

Maybe one day later, everything will be over. Thinking of this, the magician began to really think seriously about what was happening in Passerby Town. Some clues collided with each other in his mind, hinting at the connection behind them.

"Nobles," the magician suddenly said, attracting the female doctor's attention, "most of the employers of these mercenaries are nobles."

"How do you determine this?" Hill asked puzzledly. She didn't understand how Roland came to this conclusion.

"The clues are their cargo. Just think, my lady, who would be interested in the corpse of the Skaven at this point in time? A scholar or a wizard? It is indeed possible, but they will not get involved at this point in time.

thing, mercenaries will definitely take advantage of the unstable situation to drive up prices.

They won't do this. Then, who else wouldn't mind the price and need a large number of rat-man corpses at this moment? Nobles, especially lords. They need to use this to show their force and stabilize people's hearts." Roland touched it.

Huzi said that he was very confident in his reasoning.

"It makes sense. But which noble would be stupid enough to show off his force with the trophies he bought? What I mean is that the mercenaries have always been lax. If the news of purchasing the corpse of the ratman spreads, it will only make the lord become the leader of the whole country.

The laughing stock." The Dementor nodded. She agreed with Roland's statement, but she also noticed the problem.

"So, this mercenary group must come from outside the kingdom, and its style is ruthless and decisive." The magician recalled what the mercenary leader said before. If he had not arrived in time, the one lying in the corner would have been

Pipo may have lost an arm or more limbs.

"You made me believe that this is the case." The female doctor was quite convinced by her companion's answer. She also preferred that the Poison Blade mercenary group came from other than Cangshi, otherwise she had no reason not to have heard of a man who was capable of hunting ratmen.

, although it is a mercenary group of old and weak ratmen. Moreover, their leader has such an obvious mark.

"But it's not over yet." Roland tapped the wall lightly with the short stick in his hand, instead of using tobacco to concentrate. "There are many ways to appease the people. Fake trophies are the weakest among them. Even those who are scammers

No matter how many corpses the nobles buy, the number of ratmen in their territory will not decrease. Besides, foreign mercenaries may not be much stricter than their own. So, there are other purposes in this."

"Who knows, maybe those guys just want to decorate the halls with them, you know, like they would hang their hunts on the walls." Hill wrinkled her nose, allowing her to make facial movements.

It shows how dissatisfied she is with this exaggerated way of showing off.

The female doctor's words were unintentional, but they were like a needle that pierced Roland's thinking and nailed something floating in the air to the ground. "Yes, that's right! You are absolutely right.

That's it! That's it, that's it." Roland's eyes were wide open. He kept repeating, his excitement was beyond words. In the end, he even grabbed Hill's shoulders and eagerly conveyed the inspiration he had obtained.

Share with your peers.

"Those rat-man corpses and leather are what are hung on the wall. Because those things, those trophies, can show how superb their owner's hunting skills are. This is a symbol of force that makes people awe-inspiring.

Respectfully. The lords need them, and the more the better, because here

Something is happening in this kingdom, which makes them pay more attention to their personal prestige among the people than before. When the king dies, yes, the king dies, he does not have a clear heir, but the nobles of a kingdom have some

Royal blood, my dear doctor, do you know what that means?"

The Dementor thought for a while, and her already pale face turned even paler. She took a deep breath and then spoke with a slightly trembling voice about the incident that Roland pointed out, "You mean, the battle for the throne?"
Chapter completed!