"Their discipline is only relative to our strictly trained elite soldiers." Pour a glass of red wine from the porcelain bottle and took a sip to moisten his throat. Al smacked his lips and explained patiently: "Among the mercenary groups I have observed, they should be the one with the best discipline and the most powerful combat power."

"Oh?" Sitting up from the bed, Clossi became interested in that mercenary group. It was not easy to get this evaluation from Al always rigorous.

"After other mercenaries were stationed in the camp, they either started recruiting people everywhere or wandered around the town like sheep. Only the sword of Ren stayed in the camp, sorting out equipment in a random order, honing their martial arts skills, and practicing to prepare for possible battles."

Seeing Clossi touching his chin, his blue eyes rolled around the ground elves, he took a sip of wine, and Al placed the cup on the oak table with a hip height, and continued: "We may not be as skilled as our professional soldiers in martial arts, but they have much more combat experience, and the individual combat ability should be equal. Moreover, their small-scale tactics are cunning and changeable, and they are definitely the elite among the many gathered mercenaries, and they can consider treating them as effective combat power."

It seems that the guy with a bad mouth is still capable. He beat Vegeta who was provocative and became the third pig. Closi's resentment was almost vented. However, he was much more hostile to the guy who was very good at his body.

Although Mai Ya is usually careless and can tell anyone, she is actually a arrogant guy. If someone who can treat him as an opponent, he should have some skills. In addition, Al kept praising the mercenary group, Clossi became calculating in his heart, and the small abacus was clamoring.

In the north tower of the castle, the hall where the non-commissioned officers live and rest, Closi sat on the tiger-skin chair with her legs crossed. Maiyaal stood behind the chair with expressionless face, and washed up with a radiant Helen sitting on her right hand with a smile. Her beautiful black eyes never left Closi's body. Vegeta, with a fat head and swollen head, stood in front of him with a grim look.

The room was a little silent, and no one spoke first, and he was immersed in this strange atmosphere.

Clearing his throat and a look of destiny, Clossi suddenly spoke: "It was me who healed your wounds, so I am your savior. Swear to be loyal to me, you and your mercenary group are mine~~!"

"Savior?" The blood vessels on the forehead jumped twice. Vegeta tried his best to resist the urge to punch twice on the face, pointed at his pig's head, which was green and purple, and angrily said: "Who made me look like this?!"

"Oh?~~~ It's different from what you said. It's just an ungrateful guy." He complained to Maiya with his eyes hanging, "Oh Oh Oh Oh," and Closi, who expressed disappointment, met Vegeta's eyes that seemed to be burning. He leaned against the tiger-skin chair, supported his cheek with one hand, and looked at the other party with a laziness but righteousness: "Of course I am your savior. If I had only beaten you but couldn't save you, I'd probably be still flattered now. I dare to stare at you, and you can't beat me!"

The green eyes shot out fierce and angry eyes, and the clenched fists made a crisp sound of "gabagaba". The slightly trembling body suppressed the breath of "hoho" and the chest was fluctuating violently. Vegeta, who tried hard to control his emotions, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, gritted his teeth and turned to the side, which was a "life-saving grace" that barely admitted it.

Clossi touched his chin and laughed thornyly. As Maia said, this guy also had an honest side. He would not have any objections or regrets that he had already admitted and promised. In short, he was a clumsy loyal and righteous man. Although his mouth was a little stinky, Clossi, who believed that he was as broad as a protagonist, told him that he wanted to be a large number of adults and that he should not discriminate against Vegeta because he had made mistakes and had a stain on his life.

"Your foundation is so shallow that I don't have to touch it on purpose!" Shaking your head and sighed in the tone of the winner. Seeing Vegeta's lips trembling but holding back his words, Closi nodded in his heart and stopped teasing the other party. The previous childishness instantly receded from his beautiful and vulgar face, and replaced it with a noble, majestic, and holy temperament that makes people unable to face. Lazy and elegantly stretched out his hand, Closi's refreshing and loud voice echoed in the hall: "Then kiss the ring... swear allegiance to me!"

Even Al and the others were not very adaptable, let alone Vegeta who had just met for the second time! He looked at him with a pair of bright eyes that seemed to have the power to see through the hearts of the human heart. Vegeta felt as if he was in a wisp of inches of no secrets. Despite this, he was unexpectedly without disgust. His clear pupils seemed to have magic, but instead calmed down his restless mood.

He had not recruited aristocrats who had been optimistic about him before, but in Vegeta's eyes, those nobles were all people who had no other ability except relying on the glory of their ancestors to do evil. How could Vegeta, who hoped to revitalize his family's reputation, devoted himself to that kind of family without any vitality, and the guy in front of him who looked so delicate that women were extremely ill.

He was obviously a child who could barely even be considered a teenager, but he had a dazzling confidence, majesty and noble atmosphere that was born with. It seemed that some light was emitted by his body that was unfavorable, which made Vegeta unable to help but want to cover his eyes, but he couldn't bear to look away. He even gave the mercenary leader a wonderful feeling that "this person is destined to achieve great achievements and become an immortal legend like the gods of Lapole."

Looking at Closi who was smiling and stretching out his hand to him, Vegeta swayed the painful wound on his face. He was such a strange guy. He seemed to have strangled each other's anger to death, and then turned around and talked for granted in a very intimate tone and said these words. I really don't understand whether he is simple or a weird person... But just like a friend who has known each other for a long time, there is no sense of incongruity at all, and it seems that it is good... Let's take a look here.

Thinking of this, Vegeta slowly breathed. He walked to Closi and did not kneel down to kiss the ring with colorful light. Instead, he pulled the white and slender hand away. He raised his eyebrows and Vegeta returned to his previous frivolous tone: "It seems like he is very amazing, and he has a condescending tone. Why should I swear to be loyal to a guy like you!"

"Don't you?" Looking at the resentment on Vegeta's face, Closi blinked in confusion, as if he had seen his cat in the mirror for the first time.

Gliding his eyes, Vegeta retorted loudly: "Yes! I refuse, first hurt someone, and then say these words as if he was an old acquaintance. Are you very familiar with you?! Your attitude of always superior to others is really annoying! Why do I swear to be loyal to you!"

"I don't know." Closi shrugged, as if there was some kind of force in his clear eyes that made Vegeta unable to help but avoid his gaze. "It just feels like you should be willing to follow me."

"Tsk!" Another attitude! Vegeta curled his lips unhappily, whispered the scars on his face, and said slowly: "I am very cautious and will remember the losses I have suffered, which means we are enemies of each other now." As he said that, he clenched his fists and pushed forward.

The hand pressed against the hilt of the sword, Shanghai Lun suddenly stood up, and the narrowed black emitted a cold light, while Vegeta looked at Closi without any retreat, and the air in the hall seemed to freeze.

Holding his cheek, tilting his head, looking at Vegeta who looked like a knife, seemed to be likely to pounce on him at any time. Clossi asked with a smile, "So what?"

Closi stared at Youran and leaned in the chair, and looked at her with a smile on her face for a moment. Vegeta's face turned from gloomy to a clear smile suddenly: "If you are willing to spend money to hire me and my subordinates, I will forgive you for the time being."

"Bang" made a crisp and bright snap of his fingers, and Clossi stood up leisurely with his handrail, and his white and slender little hand stretched out again: "Very good, then now I am your employer."

"Just forgive me for the time being." In a frivolous voice, two hands, one big and one small, were tightly clasped together.

He let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword and gently tucked the hair that was a little messy due to the intense movements behind his ears. His movements were elegant and gentle. Helen, who saw the scene of the two men shaking hands, had a proud smile on his lips.

More and more outstanding people gather here. If you want to say the reason, it is always Clossie's personal charm. Some people admire him from the bottom of their hearts, while others think that they must have something to do with him. In short, excellent soldiers are naturally attracted and gathered together to become companions. The center of all this is Clossie... her man!

Vegeta's injury seemed serious and it was not a big deal. He hid in the Rhine House Castle for two days. When the scars on his face recovered to the level of being almost visible, he returned to the mercenary camp.

The battle offended the local lords before the battle began, and there would probably be no good results in the future. Although the lords of the Rhine family, who had a perverted personality, seemed not ready to do anything to them, the members of the Renzhi Sword Mercenary Group still spent two uneasy days in the camp. In order to boost morale, Vegeta announced the news that he had performed well in the war and could be summoned as a formal guard.

The news from Vegeta made the mercenary group's somewhat depressed morale excited again. The gloomy covering the heads of the members was suddenly swept away, and they were all ready to do something big.

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It seems that I have to write some war scenes, but I don’t know where my ability has reached...
Chapter completed!