"But I have to make it clear! We all know what kind of people some adventurers are. Killing innocent people to pose as the scum of the syndicate? Hum! Master Harvey said, blood debt and blood repayment! ”

"You should all know what kind of marks the Scinticon scum have, and if you don't know, you can ask me. Or ask the adults who patrol the streets. ”

"That's it! If you have any doubts about my words, no! Balkan pulled out a wad of papers from the satchel that straddled his shoulder, "Literate people, come to me to receive this bounty announcement!" ”

Almost instantaneously, a crowd of people swarmed around the Balkans ....

"Is it really good to do that?" Bridget was a little unsure, she frowned and looked at the noisy crowd, "Is it a disservice to them to let them participate in this war?" They have not been systematically trained, how can they be the opponents of those people. ”

Many scrawny paupers, dressed in tattered and short linen clothes, walked excitedly out of Nanhai Town, not caring whether they were able to deal with them or not.

Everyone was motivated by the bounty amount.

"General Abydis, you would be very wrong to think so." Redpass looked at the rioting civilians like a play, he used the small wooden stick in his hand to pick at the minced meat between his teeth, and said slowly, "Even if there is no bounty, civilians will still be bullied by the syndicate, and they will not suffer less." ”

"It's true that they're no match for the Syndicate without training, but who says they have to go toe-to-toe with the Scincid scum on the battlefield?" Redpas happily threw the stick out of his hand, "No one can dissolve the hatred of the people here for the Syndicate, Lord Harvey, the appearance of your bounty will make the Scinticon scum who are powerful on their land taste the farmers who have been bullied by them, and the dung forks and axes in their hands." ”

"Maybe it will be like this at first, and the unsuspecting syndicates will be caught off guard by the people here. But what about later? Aren't they going to suffer unbearable retribution? Bridget is still concerned about it.

"This is war," Redpass said regretfully, "how could they really stay out of it as part of the war?" ”

"There are always people to die in war," Locke nodded without a trace, and he tilted his head to Bridget beside him, "except for the first legion on the front, I suggest you spread them apart." Each regiment is responsible for an area of Hillsbrad, and the soldiers of the regiment are divided into detachments to patrol their respective areas to cooperate with this bounty. ”

"It's probably not a long time, a month at most. This month may give the Syndicate bandits a sense of the enthusiasm of the Hillsbrads, and presumably that is when we launch a general offensive. ”

Bridget didn't say anything more, in fact it was the best solution. After a few days, the news will get out completely, and the swarming adventurers may make the people here less harmed...

The lively crowd soon dispersed, and both those with and without papers flocked out of town. The lively streets of Nanhai Town were unexpectedly silent, and many merchants took advantage of the fact that they had lost their shops and walked together to the vast land outside Nanhai Town.

There are still more mountain lions and brown bears in the hills of Hillsbrad, and it is naturally impossible for people who go out to earn bounties to encounter these beasts and let them go. A whole mountain lion skin is worth about 10 silver coins, and if it is made into a shawl or fur collar or something, it is worth even more.

Naturally, no one dared to hunt in this land before, because it was the territory of the family of Alabham. But now that they heard that the heirs of the house of Alabam had been kidnapped, no one cared if they were hunting in the domain of the nobles.

In the same way, businessmen don't care if it's legal, and in fact no one cares about them now. Merchants don't mind following the crowd of adventurers and bounty earners, buying any fur material at a low price, processing it, and selling it for more than ten times a hundred.

That's how the news of the bounty spread... More and more people know about it....

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Huge wooden wheels walked in the damp mud, and the bearings of the carriage creaked and creaked with a heart-stopping sound. Bichir tugged the reins in his hand, and the chestnut old horse slowly stopped its hooves.

Pulling out a small tightly stuffed black lube bottle from the open cart behind him, Beechel made a noise to the wooden wheel on the left. Half-crouched, picked up a pole of grass stalk from the ground, and carefully pulled out the cork of the oil bottle.

The grass stalks went deep into the oil bottle, and a few drops of black, greasy slime dripped down the grass stalks onto the bearings. The grass stems will fluctuate, so that the lubricating oil is evenly spread on the bearings.

After all this was done, Bichiel looked up and let out a long breath, and he looked up at the endless hilly land. The green space is interspersed with red and white flowers, and the sun in the sky shines warmly on the earth. The road of two horse-drawn carriages winds its way through the green meadows on both sides, leading to the villages beneath the hills on either side in the distance. Cooking smoke rose in this quiet land, and the cries of cattle and sheep were faintly transmitted.

What a beautiful environment....

If... How nice it would be without them!!

Bichiel looked down at the brand-new hand-copied bounty order in the cart, and his face became hideous!

It's far enough away from Southsea that Lord Harvey's soldiers from the Silverpine Forest won't be seen in the hills very often. From time to time, the scoundrels of the syndicates would come here and steal their little money.

Half a year ago, the village also had a garrison of sheriffs and several local militiamen. When the syndicate didn't come, everyone's life was not very happy, but at least they were not afraid. But when they arrived, they hanged themselves, despite the sheriff's weeping and begging for mercy.

Bichiel still remembers Sheriff Kress's terrifying face, his tongue sticking out....

From then on, the Syndicate kept them as slaves, and all the livestock in the sheepfold on their farm was the property of the Syndicate. Anyone who dared to sell their livestock and flee would be caught and hanged on the mill at the entrance of the village.

The reign of syndicate terror soon became widespread throughout the land.

The lord they had once had no longer made his voice heard, as if it had all risen with his disappearance.

With a gloomy face, Beechel drove the carriage slowly, crossed the creek in front of them, and reached their village.

"Hey! You! What are you doing?! ”

"Yu~!" Bichiel tugged the reins of the old horse, and he changed his gloomy face and turned respectfully to the men who were washing their horses in the creek under the bridge.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is no alcohol on the farm. Lord Bayi told me to go to town and buy some back. ”

Five or six men in black cloaks and cloaks in the river were rubbing stones against their glittering swords. The man in the lead, wearing a large cloak with a black fur scarf, sat on a stone in the middle of the river, and he tilted his head up and said, "You, that's the ale in the back?" Or stout? ”

Beecher looked over there for a moment, then rolled over and got out of the cart, pulling out a rough wooden wine glass from his pocket under his seat. Coming to the back of the carriage, he took a glass of still hopping ale from the large barrel with a tap and walked slowly down the bridge. Wading deep and shallow to the middle of the river, he handed the ale to the man sitting on the stone.

"Ike-sama, it's ale. I bought a new one from a hotel in Nanhai Town, and it is said to have been brewed by the dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain. ”

The man sitting on the stone had a white face, neatly tied, and his mustache neatly trimmed. A neat black goatskin cloak was tightly wrapped around his chest. He casually took the glass that Beecher handed him, and looked at Beecher with a smile, until the latter lowered his head, and then he took a big sip and looked up at the old man.

"Call me sir! You know?! Geezer?! Ike looked up, his eyes narrowing. The sun shone on Bichier's face, which made him a little uncomfortable, "People from low backgrounds can't call me an adult." ”

Bichiel looked at Ike calmly for a moment, and Ike looked back at him calmly.

Eventually, Beechel backed down, half-hunched over and whispered, "Yes, sir." ”

"Well, that's good!" After a few more sips, Ike wiped his mouth, and he smiled and shouted to a few people around him, "Come here, come and have a taste." It's dwarven ale! Can't be wrong! ”

The others waded over and drank the glass of ale in one gulp.

A dazzling sword dangled in front of Beecher, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck and bow his head.

"You're still scared of us after all this time." The old man named Ike looked at Bichiel in front of him with a smile. But soon his eyes drooped to see Bichier's clutched hand, "What are you holding in your hand?" Let me see..."

Bichir hesitated, but did not move. The people around him slowly stopped doing anything else, wielding their shiny swords around Bichir in their hands, intentionally or unintentionally.

The sound of the whizzing wind kept passing over Bichier's ears.

"Big... Master! ... I'm in the town of Nanhai.... I saw this..."Beechel handed the crumpled wanted warrant in his palm to Beechel with some trepidation. "They say, it's a wanted warrant... So, I'll take it back and let you see it, sir. ”

I took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully for a while. Ike's eagle-like eyes stared sharply at Beechir until he fell to his knees in the water, trembling with his body.

"Do you know what is written on this? Bichil? Am I not mistaken? You should be called Beechelle Mormont? Having a daughter, oh, your daughter is nice. The boobs are big and the ass is upturned! When I went in, she was as soft and firm as the sea, and I loved it. ”

"I don't know what to write, master, I can't read!" Beecher shook his head in a panic, "I'm just a farmer... Ally... Ellie likes you too, my lord. ”

"Huh." Ike smiled and spread his hands, "Do you want to know what's written on this?" Come, stand up! I'm telling you. ”

Forcing Beechell, who was kneeling in the water, to stand up, and then Ike said the bounty on top of it again word for word, Bichir had heard.

"Look up, Bechier, look." Ekpi smiled and made the gray-haired Beecher look up, and he forced Beecher to look at the ring on his index finger, "Do you see clearly?" This is the coat of arms of nobility, a representative of nobility. If you want gold, you'll have to catch someone like me. ”

"Them!" Ike pointed to his subordinates around him with interest, "They, each worth 20 silver coins. No, that bearded Adams, he's the biggest boss of mine, well, he's worth 50 silver. ”

"You see, each of us is a great asset to you." Ike smiled and asked, "Are you excited?" ”