"Private."

"Hey, soldier."

"Wake up, you have arrived." When he woke up from a nightmare, Griffith found himself soaked with sweat, sitting on a wooden deck with bulging luggage.

A bearded sailor uncle patted him on the shoulder: "Izmir welcomes you. What's the matter with you? Sweating so much. Well, go ashore and have fun for a few days. Nothing can cure the pain on the battlefield better than ale and women. Go and get drunk for two days, and you will forget the damn East. "

Uh. East.

Griffith once again picked up his own consciousness. In retrospect, he dodged Bi Meng's attack, threw himself into a dry pool and passed out.

By the time he woke up, the battle was over.

In the next few days, on the night that echoed with the groans of wounded soldiers, Griffith would secretly climb down from the bed, look at the tall camp walls and patrol sentries, and then look at the stables and canteens.

The final preparations are being made in the distant camp, and the double walls of the legion have firmly besieged the orc's war fortress.

Although the injury recovered quickly, Griffith was like a broken bone in his whole body, and his strength and courage to continue fighting were gone. Every quarter of an hour in the barracks is a terrible ordeal.

It may not be realistic to travel thousands of miles back to a distant hometown, but it only takes a few days for the dwarf to enter the snow-covered mountain territory northward, as long as he can get horses and food.

Before he could make up his mind, he was transferred from the final battle by a sudden transfer order, and the Eastern Legion, who had taken care of him for two years, quickly packed his bags and sent him to the sailing boat to the capital.

Griffith's rear service period began.

Comfortable sea breeze blowing cheeks, white seagulls skimming the ship's rail low, not far from the quiet harbor town came the reassuring bustling laughter.

I'm not dead. Griffith felt his chest with several broken ribs, picked up the package and walked slowly down the boat ladder.

Now he's wearing leather armor with a layer of chain mail inside. He wears a sword and two daggers around his waist, an iron armguard and shin armor, a black iron helmet in his left hand, and a bag on his shoulder in his right hand.

His own set of cavalry breastplates, leg guards and most weapons have been recovered by the Legion, and now he is wearing personal equipment that he spends money on everyday.

Griffith stomped on the solid land and found a clean place to sit down. He opened the backpack and found a blanket, three sets of changing clothes, towels, soap, sewing kit, some charcoal pens, a diary, some books and some rye bread neatly stacked inside. There is a watercolor painting in the diary,Griffith in the picture is wearing the medal he just won, and Krista and other squadron partners put their hands on his shoulder.

Griffith closed his diary indifferently and touched his pocket without expression. There is a small wallet in the pocket, which contains 1 gold coin and 15 silver coins, some copper coins and a certificate. A medal made of pure iron is buckled on his leather armor, revealing a light blue ribbon, which indicates that the owner of this medal is a warrior who came back from the battlefield.It can't be classified as a vagrant with mental disorder for the time being.

Identity card is a small piece of copper. Like most people's identity cards, the front is engraved with the name, date of birth, blood type, citizen number, address and place of origin. On the back of the copper sheet, Griffith has an extra message-

"It is hereby certified that Griffith Brandon is a new recruit and an extraordinary candidate for the Breaker Path Series 9."

This small print means that Griffith can receive a small amount of government allowance every month, can use magic items that ordinary people can't start, and the kingdom and lords have reasons to further train him.

The apprentice remembered something, flipped through the depths of the backpack, and found a roll of carefully stored orders-

"To the second-class captain of the 502nd cavalry regiment, trainee knight, Griffith Brandon:

"You must arrive in Bayeland before July 10th, and submit a report on your work to the captain of Heinz William Banner of the Reserve Army Command. Your army will be transferred to Earl larmor on the same day, and you will enter the military command section of Homenworth, Higher Institute of Magic, on August 30th, with no mistake.

"The work related to transfer to official residence and admission will be co-organized by the larmor government, and the work related to extraordinary people will be transferred to the local authorities.

"the war department reserve army command

"The second period, June 20th, 1443."

Griffith felt that his brain was gradually waking up, and he had gradually got rid of the previous groggy and confused state.

Consciousness just like surfaced, began to become clear. Griffith found himself keenly aware of the crawling of insects in nearby corners and the eyes of pedestrians in the distance.

The apprentice opened his diary, simply looked at the itinerary, and found out that he had just arrived at this harbor town called Izmir by taking a regular sailing boat returning from the front line.

Today is June 30th. After resting here for a day or two, he will go north along the west line of Dongfang Avenue to his destination, Bayeland, the capital of the kingdom. Due to the harassment and escort system of the orc marauder fleet, the nearest flight on the route to Wangdu can't leave until mid-July, so we can only walk by land to catch the date.

It's a long way ~ Anyway, let's get something to eat and have a rest first.

Griffith strolled around the town for a while, chose a pub whose environment and price seemed OK, sat in it, carefully opened his pocket and took out the most beautiful gold coin.

The gold coin beating at the fingertips of the apprentice knight is the main currency of the kingdom, namely gold and Frohring. When the currency of the kingdom is stable, each gold and Frohring is worth 20 silver coins. Silver coin is a kind of currency with the emblem of the royal lion's long shield on the front, known as Silver Lang. Each silver lang can be exchanged for 20 sous (silver coins mixed with a little silver) or 100 centimes (copper coins).Each sou can buy a piece of bread in this hotel, six sous for half a pound of meat, and three sous for a plate of vegetables and apples or a small bowl of honey.

"What would you like to eat? Mr. Knight Trainee. " A graceful and beautiful girl came over. She was wearing a waitress's apron and her high heels made a pleasant noise. With a sweet smile on her face, the girl asked, "Have a lamb chop with our specialty!"

"How do you know that I am a trainee knight?" Griffith asked in surprise. He didn't expect the girl to see her identity at a glance.

"If you see more, you will know!" You're welcome, the girl sat down beside Griffith and sniffed him gently. The boy who had just left the battlefield was flushed immediately.

"Left the battlefield still wearing double armour, soldiers don't have such good habits and equipment as you. Your manners are decent, and there is an iron eagle medal, which should be higher than that of an ordinary non-commissioned officer, but your dress is not as good as that of officers and nobles. In between is the trainee knight! Right? " The girl looked at Griffith with sparkling eyes and said,"People living in a place for a period of time will get the taste there! You are so bloody, you caught up with the kitchen! "

Ah. Are all the people in the city that good! Griffith couldn't help nodding.

"uh huh! Then have a lamb chop that is our specialty! I highly recommend it! " Girl rub up, almost to the trainee knight's face, "don't be too expensive! When you're finished, I'll recommend you a local job to earn money! You can earn a little money! "

The sweet fragrance of the girl came in along the tip of the nose. Griffith obediently ordered two large pieces of bread, a pound of meat and a plate of vegetables, and finally hesitated and added a stack of honey.

This is 20 sous. Griffith eats almost 1/35 of his property at a meal.

"Okay! B set meal! " The waitress turned lightly to the counter and said, "Give me another reward for adventurers!"

It's not a meal yet, so there aren't many customers in the pub. After the waitress brought the food, she sat opposite Griffith and watched him eat.

The black bread is dry and astringent. It seems that the shopkeeper has mixed sawdust into it. The meat pieces are still covered with unshaven fur, while the vegetables are leaves picked from unknown trees, turnips and apples cut into pieces at random. However, Griffith often ate this kind of food at the front, and ate it without any conflict.

To his surprise, the small dish of honey was golden and bright in color, and its faint aroma was mouth-watering, which was completely different from the quality of other foods.

"You can't eat sweets at the front? Everyone has the same expression. " The waitress watched Griffith put honey on the bread, and then she couldn't wait to put it in her mouth to show a satisfied expression.

"Well, sort of ~" Griffith's cheeks are full, just like chipmunks preparing for the winter. "The road is not easy, and there are orc marauders, so we often encounter difficulties in supplying, and we can't ask for too much."

"It's not easy ~" The waitress held out her seemingly powerful little hand and gently pushed a document to the trainee knight.

What is this? Griffith chewed the lamb chops, stuffed vegetable leaves into his mouth, and took time to glance at the documents on the table.

"A reward.

"A group of Goblin bandits attacked Manisa village, robbed livestock and kidnapped a woman.

"Any adventurer who kills Goblin can be rewarded. If you rescue the kidnapped woman, you will get an extra reward. "

Such taverns in small towns usually provide some information about temporary recruitment and reward tasks to passers-by, so that they can make a living in a short time. Before Griffith could ask questions, a young swordsman came up from the corner of the pub.

"Waitress, my partner and I decided to take this task." Young swordsmen are about 15 years old, and their young faces have just grown sparse beards. He was wearing leather armor that wasn't too good. From his thin figure, he didn't wear a lock armor inside. His waist was hung with a long sabre and a short knife that didn't match his height.

Is this young man a freelancer here instead of enlisting in the army? Griffith looked at the young boy in front of him and judged from his youthful temperament that he had never been to the battlefield.

In the territory directly under the king's jurisdiction, citizens of the right age can't work in the city or inherit land if they don't accept military service. But even so, there are still many young people who hide in the forest and don't want to serve. In order to make a living, many of them became free mercenaries or adventurers. There is no threshold for this kind of occupation,Sometimes the income is quite rich.

Griffith, dressed in mail and leather armor, thought for a moment and thought that he could take on some tasks to earn some travel expenses, so he kindly said to the young people, "Hello, I am Griffith Brandon, the second-class captain of the assault cavalry, and I passed by this town during my service. If you still need manpower. "

"We don't need manpower!" Before the young swordsmen answered, a girl who was taller than the swordsmen almost jumped up.

She is well-proportioned and good-looking, and quite sexy for her age.

"Hmm?" Griffith found that the girl had iron armguards on both hands, with spikes and dagger-like knives attached to them. He's a boxer.

There are no shortage of female soldiers and spellcasters in Byram's army, and many of them have fought alongside Griffith. But the girl's dress makes Griffins strange. He carefully looked at several young people and found that there was no sign on swordsmen and boxers that could identify their affiliation.

"Just Goblin," said the young swordsmen contemptuously, "my swordsmanship is the first in the village, and I can kill them at once! Well, I'm Andy Duka. "

"In case of any omission, there will be me!" Miss boxer added.

"who are you? Hmm ~ What do you call it, mercenary? " The trainee knight sitting eating asked curiously, "Which army or family do you belong to?"

"We are free adventurers in Izmir town, and we fight for ourselves," the leading swordsman replied, pointing to his companion by the way. "Ulan is a good gymnast."

At this time, two people came up again, namely the tall naked boy with a huge axe and the girl dressed as a nun in black. The trainee nun is as thin as a match. She doesn't wear any armor, only a short staff. She clung to the emblem of the holy light on her chest and watched the strange trainee knight warily.

The tall boy beside him carried the axe on his shoulder, and the blade of the axe was inscribed with the words "Ba Du", which should be his name.

The local people are really equipped. UU can't help reading www.uukanshu.com's book. Griffith couldn't help but stand up and stop: "This is a group of monsters ready to attack the village. I suggest we join the militia in the town, or call more people. Concentrating troops together can reduce losses. "

"Poof ~" Wu Lan, the boxer girl, laughed with a loud laugh. "The strength is concentrated ~ ~, it's strange to say that you just got back from the front and haven't gotten used to it!"

"Then at least know the strength and composition of the enemy!" The apprentice felt that the gang was too hasty. "This reward didn't provide information about the enemy."

"Force and composition." Young girls looked at each other, and the smile in their eyes was almost gushing out.

"Don't do this," said Andy, a young swordsman, turning to stop his companion's ridicule. "Mr. Trainee Knight, our rules here are different from those of your army."

Rules. You four look like novices! Griffith choked by each other's words and began to think about how to stop them without hurting their self-esteem.

"Yes, we are free adventurers, not the army," said the strongest teenager in the four-person squad with a scary double-edged tomahawk. "Every Goblin's head can be exchanged for a silver lang, and there are not enough people."

One head and one silver lang, not bad! Griffith was enchanted.

"Okay, okay! Hurry up, everyone. Wait a little longer. Other adventurers may end up with Goblin's lair! " Ulan stamped his feet anxiously. "I'm in a hurry to use the money!"

Hearing the companion say so, the young swordsmen and the giant axe hand nodded to Griffith and went out together. The nun remembered her education and politeness only after she was halfway through her apprenticeship, and she hurriedly turned and bowed slightly to Griffith and ran out.