Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 114 Hadgar V (5)

With the banner of the red bull flying on the stone walls, they entered the castle by the drawbridge under the gate, and rode over the two walls to the inner keep.

The stone walls inside Fort Ernor were all whitewashed. The courtyard of the inner fort was crowded with people and animals, most of them were soldiers and carriages transporting supplies, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard everywhere.

These soldiers wore a combination of mail and quilted mail, and most carried long swords and spears, some with poleaxes and longer spears.

It seems that the Vivarians are also gathering their army, but just looking at the number of soldiers in this castle, there are not as many soldiers outside Kongchao City, and the equipment is not as sophisticated as Hastza's troops.If they fight on open ground,
"Hadgar the Hastza, we will part here." The knight Zigmun Kosik dismounted and patted the dirt off his gloves. "See the queue at the table over there at the stables? You can sign up over there. The clerk understands Hastza."

"Thank you, Master Kosik." Hadgar also got off his horse and carried Foy down. "Where should we live after this?"

"I don't know about that." Zygmund Kosik shook his head and narrowed his left eye. "You are a mercenary, not a real soldier, so naturally you can't sleep in the barracks."

Then his squires dismounted and handed over their mounts to grooms who came to meet them, while the knight himself walked across the courtyard into the hall guarded by guards.

"Come on," Hadgar said to Foy, and he led the horse toward the stables, with Foy following closely behind.

"Are you going to be a soldier?" Foy quickened her pace, walked to his right and asked him, "Then what should I do, we still have to go to Lord Shana."

"We are poor, Foy." Hadgar sighed, and said impatiently, "People can look for them at any time, but if they don't eat for a day, they will be hungry and dizzy."

Hadgar tied up the horse, patted Hope who was chewing hay, and led Foy to join the crowd queuing up next to him.

"Don't even think about sitting back and reaping the rewards. If there are miscellaneous workers here, I'll register you as well." He said to Foy. "Even a manure picker has to do it."

"Picking dung?" Foy frowned with some disgust, which seemed to be far from her delusion of becoming a lady, but finally compromised: "Okay."

Most of the people queuing up were not soldiers, but peasants, wearing simple linen hoods, patched tattered clothes and woven straw sandals.Compared with the relaxed faces of the soldiers who were sharpening their weapons and training, these people were expressionless and the atmosphere was dull.

Had he been a farmer, Hadgar probably had the same expression when he was conscripted by the lord to serve as a soldier.

They know how to fight. The peasants are all people who can only wield hoes and sickles, and they have no training. Hadgar is sure that he can easily deal with ten of these conscripted peasants on the battlefield alone, because Just pick one person to kill, and the remaining nine will run away immediately.

Hadgar stood on tiptoe and looked curiously at the front row of the line. The clerk and his assistant sat at the wooden table asking questions and recording something, and the soldiers behind them threw it to The peasants were conscripted with a weapon, usually a spear and an oval wooden shield.

By the time it was finally Hadgar's turn, the soldier with the assigned weapons had no shields behind him.

"Siy, e muwwy?" asked the clerk without looking up, sitting at a wooden table with a quill in his hand and parchment and ink on the table.

"I don't understand Vivalian, I speak Hastza," Hadgar said.

The clerk raised his eyes to look at him, and said "Tsk", "What's your name, and where did you come from?"

"Hadgar Grayman, from Duckwood Village." Hadgar lied about where he was from.

"Hadgar Grayman of Duckwood..." The clerk repeated what he heard while recording the information on the parchment. "Okay, go get your weapons."

"Wait, I don't need any weapons. I have my own sword," said Hadgar. "Where's my money?"

"Money?" The clerk stopped writing and looked up at Hadgar with his blue eyes.

"I am a mercenary, and I need money." Hadgar explained, "Lord Zigmun Kosik brought me here and said that there is a job suitable for me."

"A single mercenary?" The clerk looked at Hadgar's whole body again, "Well, you look like a mercenary. We will pay you eight silver coins first, which is your two-month salary. You can exchange a few of them for copper coins." After that, he beckoned and asked his assistant to take out the money bag.

"Huh? Eight silver coins for two months? That's too little!" Hadgar complained. "I bet a cripple could get more than that."

"That's what a mercenary is paid," insisted the clerk. "If you think it's too little, get out of here and find work elsewhere."

"How much does your master pay him a month?" Hadgar asked the soldier in charge of distributing weapons with his eyes.

"Him?" The soldier raised his thick eyebrows. "Six silver coins."

"Listen, you arrogant bastard," Hadgar said fiercely to the clerk, propping his hands on the table, "my price is eighteen silver coins a month, because I can Hit three soldiers like the one behind you."

Foy behind him hurriedly took his hand to calm him down, "Forget it, Hadgar, just spend as little silver as you want, and don't cause trouble."

"With this little money, let alone you can go to your Lord Shana in the future, you won't even be able to eat enough," Hadgar said.

Foy pricked up her ears when she heard this, and said to the clerk with a firm attitude: "Will you send the beggar for this little money?"

The clerk rolled his eyes, "Okay, you said that you can fight three soldiers alone on the battlefield, you can try it now, if you can win, I will give you the reward you asked for."

"Can you have less, two." Hadgar felt a little guilty, "My hand is still hurt."

"You can't take back what you say. If you say three, I'll give you three." The clerk was as stubborn as a stubborn child. He stood up and greeted the other soldiers, cursing in Vivarian Yelling about something.

Soon, the soldiers formed a circle in the yard, clamoring to pull Hadgar in.

"Hadgar!" Foy yelled from behind the crowd, but was quickly lost in the noise of the audience.

Three volunteer soldiers held their shields and walked into the circle amid the booing and cheering of the crowd in the castle. One of them held a sword and two of them held a spear.

"Dre, dre, dre!" shouted the crowd.

(End of this chapter)