"Hendrick is here, now there are only some boiled beans in the kitchen, and they are a little hard. Do you need me to make a little of it?" Bob was no longer surprised by Sid's shamelessness: "Or come some pickled herring? I remember there is a big bucket in the kitchen, and I'm almost eating it. I swear even my grandma has rarely seen the bottom of the pickled herring bucket."

Sure enough, Sid's face changed slightly when he heard the herring: "Let's change the topic."

Bob gave him a glass of ale. The ale has a faint fragrance, but there is no bubble. If it is in the Holy Empire, Sid will directly doubt whether it is serious inseparable. However, the Ryzlan is very stubborn and honest on the other hand. He took a big sip. Seeing this, Bob pointed behind Sid: "Look, I've looked for some newcomers for you."

Sid followed Bob's gaze and looked behind him.

Several young mercenaries who were obviously just entering the industry, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, were gathering together excitedly, talking and chatting very lively.

"Newbie?" Sid put down his beer glass.

"Just completed their first mission, I found a lost sheep, and the shepherd paid them a silver shilling bounty, and it was all spent here." Bob laughed and said, "It's just like this that young people are, they don't know how to save."

"The original intention?" Sid smiled, smiling and not smiling: "There is no profit. If I take care of it, I will get a commission of three or four copper coins at most. Then I will accompany these guys to cross mountains and rivers and spend my precious time."

"Oh, you've taken another big step!" Bob was very envious. The mercenary middleman was a bit of a mercenary. It was a very enviable profession, which was to first have a lot of mercenary experience and complete commissions, and secondly, you must pass the level with your own strong strength.

Sid's wine was finally over: Do you want another glass?"

"No, I have something to do." Sid stood up, and he took out a few copper coins: "I'll invite them, each with a glass of beer."

"You are still so generous." Bob quickly picked up a few beers from the barrel and walked towards the young mercenaries. The young mercenaries burst into cheers and expressed their gratitude to Sid. Sid nodded casually to encourage the newcomers to "struggle". Without saying anything, he turned around and left the door of the Migratory Bird Tavern.

Rezlan will never shortage of new mercenaries.

The driving force behind the carriage rolling forward in Rezlan is the blood of the mercenaries.

OK, if you do so, the absence of the present will guarantee that Sid believes that Bob and these young mercenaries will be willing to testify for him in the circuit court to prove his innocence.

Next... the 17-year-old mercenary middleman kept walking and planned to follow the corner of Baden Street to the Mark Blacksmith Guild No. 31 Geneva Street.

I don’t know why, every time I come to Geneva Street, he subconsciously wants to call for a refund. As for why he wants to refund the money, what money to refund, and who to refund it, I don’t know, it’s because of this impulse that something from the depths of DNA drives Sid to always want to shout like this.

At this moment, Sid noticed a carriage, a convertible carriage, where Mrs. Hoffman and her son and daughter were chattering about something.

Strangely, a confused expression appeared on Sid's face. He remembered that the performance at the Grand Theater did not end so early. Did something unexpected happen? The stereotyped and stubborn Ryzlan rarely change the performance time.

The boy slowed down. He thought for a while and decided to follow the carriage and turn back to Baden Street.

No matter what, no one was fast, and when Sid saw the doorstep of Hoffman's house on Baden Street from afar, Mrs. Hoffman and her two children had already got off the carriage.

Next, there is a big news. Sid got a little closer and kept a distance of about thirty or forty meters. He deliberately bargained with a fishmonger for two Glatis fish, and he killed a father, although he had no choice.

However, what happened next instantly made Sid hold his breath!

Sir Hoffman was still wearing his brand new leather coat, straps, trousers, and woolen trousers. He walked out of the house with a gilded cane. His expression was a little stiff and dull, and his figure seemed to be a little thin.

Sid stared at Sir Hoffman in a daze, shook his head and blinked hard.

Hoffman, still alive???

"The liquidation will come eventually." Sir Hoffman suddenly shouted loudly, and he shouted to everyone on the street: "The liquidation will come eventually!"

The old sir's dullness and excitement made everyone look at each other. Mrs. Hoffman quickly shut up, while his two children were so scared that they took two steps back.

"Reckoning..." Sir Hoffman suddenly looked around, as if he was looking for someone, and his eyes shifted among the crowd.

Finally, Sir Hoffman's eyes fell in front of a fishmonger's stall, but the person who was originally standing there had disappeared. The fat old Sir stopped his movements, and the expression on his face was a little confused and confused.

"Oli, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Hoffman pushed the old sir and signaled him not to embarrass him outside.

"The liquidation will come eventually." Sir Hoffman repeated the sentence in a daze until he was pushed into the house.

"Bang~" The house door was closed heavily.

A trivial little episode did not interrupt the rhythm of Baden Street.

Life continues.

And for someone, he is in trouble.
Chapter completed!