Author: War Pig Dayu Lao

As for Mazov of Erengrad, after receiving the letter from Karak Kaderin, he took a cursory glance and put it in his carrying bag.

With only one eye left staring at the person who had just entered, Mazov twisted his neck and a thunderclap appeared.

"How are Plokin and the others doing?"

The veteran with a vicissitudes of life sighed and replied, "Too bad, I have lost contact with them since I sent a letter in Kislev two months ago."

"The office doesn't have an explanation?" Mazov asked.

The veteran shook his head and said that he had already inquired, but the initial results were not satisfactory.

Mazov looked around at the people walking around. Most of their faces showed signs of vicissitudes of life, and they did not look as high-spirited as they had after returning to their hometown.

Since returning to Kislev, at the beginning, the soldiers who had been depressed for a long time had a long time of partying in Erengrad.

Brothels, taverns, theaters... every conceivable entertainment venue was crowded by soldiers with bulging wallets.

After the carnival ended and they finally got down to business, they discovered a problem. Some people tried to buy land, but found that the price was so high that they were unable to afford the construction and maintenance costs.

Some people want to show off the illusion. After all, most of them are single. However, due to the interference of some unknown factors, many women avoid pursuing their pursuit.

The most irritating thing is the explanation given by the Tsarist court. Motherland has nurtured us from birth to growth and has the ability to live alone. After losing more than 7,000 young and strong laborers, the reconstruction work has always been difficult to make progress.

Now is the time when sacrifices are needed, and that part of the premium will ensure that the motherland has a better future and has the funds to hire more imperial construction teams to help Kislev.

At first, many people believed the high-sounding reasons. After all, the rhetoric of the Tsarist Court was very moving. But when Mazov accidentally revealed that in addition to paying the soldiers' salaries, the Dragon Palace would also give the Tsarist Court a sum of money every year.

After paying a lot of intermediary fees, the nature changed.

The soldiers finally heard the truth. People in Kislev thought that the mercenaries were following the elves to enjoy themselves and avoid the heavy labor work after the war.

The soldiers who heard the news were immediately stunned. The battlefield with nearly half of the casualties actually said that they did not enjoy it. In the first four years, they fought against the ratmen in Lustria, which was so hot that they wanted to die, and in the next four years, they fought in Na, which was so cold that they wanted to die.

Garos fights with Druchi and sends his salary back every year. Is he discriminating against what he originally received?!

"He thinks that Prokin and the others have..." A soldier whose face was left with three scars on his cheek by the rat-man's sharp claws pounded the table, vaguely revealing a sense of uneasiness.

"Perhaps we should try to put pressure on the wrong office, otherwise those maids won't care about their traitors at all." A calmer-minded soldier would suggest.

But Mazov put forward a different opinion. He shook his head and was pessimistic about the plan. "They lack influence, and their attitude is much milder than Ulysses. The office will not care about their ideas."

"Ulysses... He really can't believe it. He is actually fighting for territory with those gangsters! A fight broke out at the dock five days ago, and a large-caliber musket was used." The scarred soldier gritted his teeth and spat out every word.

That bad news.

Wherever there are people, there are factions, and this is not the case among mercenaries. Misha's Eagle, Daz's Light, and Winter Icicle, the latter two are led by captains to return to the motherland, while the captain of the former stays in Caledor.

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"At least they did a good job. They used the money to build a big gang and lived a good life. They didn't spend all day in a broken wooden house drinking alcohol like they did." As he spoke, Mazov bent down and kicked himself.

I picked up the vodka and prepared to take a sip.

"If Chief Judith knew about that, he would definitely kill them!" The scarred soldiers were still dissatisfied with those people. The Light of Daz relied on cohesion and execution capabilities that far exceeded those of local gangs, as well as a vastly different combat effectiveness.

Quickly occupy a dock area and seem to be preparing to make a living from it.

When everyone was silent, there was an untimely knock on the door.

Before anyone in the back room could open it, the uninvited guest had already entered.

Is the visitor the Ulysses we were discussing just now? His slightly thin face and upright body make him look less like a Kislevian lady and more like a skinny monkey from the Southern Kingdom.

But everyone present knew that when he pulled out the sword from his waist, all the inherent impressions would change.

Ulysses said hello familiarly, picked up a chair and walked to the long table.

"Everyone from Misha Eagle, long time no see. It seems that like them, our confinement period is not too comfortable."

"Ulysses..." Mazov squinted his eyes as he looked at the thin monkey and continued, "I definitely wouldn't want to reminisce about old times, at least I won't have that idea until I become the godfather of Erengrad.

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"No matter how you say it, we are brothers who have fought together for so many years. He was a little unhappy when he said that." Ulysses took out a bottle of vodka from his arms, opened the cork and took a sip himself, feeling satisfied with the drink.

After burping,

"Well, what he didn't expect is that I haven't even made any moves right now. That doesn't fit in with my villain style. Are you waiting for Rascal?"

"He doesn't deny the speculation, but he doesn't agree with it either."

"So in a state of no and no, are we really interesting?"

"Tell me the purpose of coming there. If his guess is correct, I want to ask him for some legs."

Snapping fingers appeared from the fingertips of Ulysses, and he looked at Mazov, "Not only that, he really needs Raskol's help. Everyone knows that he has some connections in Caledo."

"Daz Light took over Keith Pier from The Hague Gang five days ago, but not a single ship was unloaded there during those five days. Do I know what that means?"

Mazov held the wine bottle. It seemed that he had thought of Ulysses too simply before, thinking that he simply wanted to seize the territory to maintain his livelihood. But the real purpose was to test the authorities' ideas.

Seeing that Mazov did not answer, Ulysses continued on his own, "The city hall does not intend to let their retired soldiers do non-taxable business. All ships scheduled to unload at Keith Pier are ordered to do so when entering the seaport.

Go somewhere else.”

When the news came out, everyone made a fuss. They already knew that they had been wronged, but they didn't expect it to be so obvious.

"That's really good news." Mazov sighed helplessly. This would drive people into a dead end. The only cheap land currently sold by the Land Bureau is near Prague, which is also close to the troll country.

Does that mean that we want to squeeze out the last bit of value from those veterans so that they can guard the borders of the motherland for generations to come?

Seeing Mazov was a little touched, Ulysses told his purpose,

"Let Rascal provide his contacts, and they will organize a black market to sell elven goods. I heard that Oliveira Gedong has been dealing with the beastmen in the empire with the Giant Horned Viper, and asked him to contact Caledo in Marienburg.

Embassy, ​​help import imperial goods. Since the authorities don’t play by the rules, then they will do it themselves!”

The black market, a special organization that does not need to pay taxes to the government, certainly exists in Erengrad, but generally it only sells rare contraband.
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