Captain of the first quarter

He walked across the street, carrying a rabbit in his hand.

It was a common hare on the edge of the desert, with gray fur, fat and big. The rabbit had simple and strong straw ropes tied to its hind legs. It was obvious that it fell into a hunter's clip and was caught alive and sold in the city. In the markets in the south of the town, there was a lot of goods of this type, which was not surprising.

"Hey, Captain, it seems you bought a good rabbit."

A cooper on the corner of the street greeted him while busying his work.

"Yes, it's not only big, but also cheap. I only used 10 copper coins."

"It's really cheap! Is there any? If so, I'll buy one later. This rabbit is enough for a family to have a meal."

"Haha...that's a pity. That person only has one rabbit for sale, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sell it so cheaply."

"Captain, if your rabbit skin is useless, why not give it to me. I can ask my wife to make a pair of rabbit skin gloves."

"This is simple, I don't lack gloves."

With these enthusiastic greetings, he walked to his residence with a rabbit. It was an ordinary and distinctive small house in the town. The rent was also ordinary and distinctive.

He walked into the room and came to the kitchen. The rabbit seemed to know that the end of the world was approaching, so he kept struggling. But the straw rope was tied tightly and could not be broken free. He lifted the rabbit, cut the rabbit's throat with a kitchen knife, and put the rabbit's blood in a cup.

The rabbit struggled to death, but he grabbed it tightly until the last drop of blood was dry. He put the rabbit aside and took the cup.

Through the cup, you could feel the rabbit's blood was warm and thick. But when he rushed into his nose, there was a pungent smell of blood, which was disgusting.

He barely suppressed his vomiting and forced a small sip of rabbit blood.

The bloody smell that rushed into his mouth became strong, and the salty, warm and sticky mouth felt beyond his tolerance. He couldn't control himself, so he rushed to the basin and spit out everything in his mouth. The stickiness in his mouth couldn't be removed, so he poured a glass of water and rinsed carefully several times to make himself feel more comfortable.

I can't be a vampire, where can I snore the blood?! Ash Rufate smiled at himself and then started peeling the rabbit's skin.

He must have been a good person who is good at cooking - at least a person who cooks frequently - because he found himself very skillfully to clean the rabbits, cut them into small pieces, and put them in a large jar with the seasonings. The fire rose, and soon the jar began to smell the meat. Then, he reduced the fire a little, then filled with a few larger pieces of firewood that could be burned for a long time, so that he could slowly stew the rabbit soup and eat delicious rabbit meat when he came back.

When he went out, the young man next door laughed and joked with him.

"It's very delicious, Captain, you're very good at cooking."

Yes, captain, this is Ash Rufate's new identity. The city of Tyro - the name of this town. Although this name is a bit exaggerated, it is more suitable for the garrison leader of Tyro -.

This town is a small town close to the desert, with no resources or specialties. Because there is indeed no oil and water here, the residents of the town have gained autonomy from the lords in this area for a long time. This is a good deal for both parties. The lord can get his taxes on time, but there is no need to pay any price, there is no need to bear the expenses for the garrison, and there is no need to be responsible for the public security here. The residents of Deluxe can also save a lot of trouble, at least, there is no need to worry about the lord's harsh taxes or the barbaric oppression of the garrison. There is only a small militia unit in the city, hired by the town council, responsible for the security.

Unfortunately, some time ago, the town was threatened by a group of wandering desert thieves.

The town council had to organize a force to hunt down the sand thieves, and they began to recruit mercenaries. At this moment, Ash Rufate, who came out of the desert, came here. After a long desert trip, he was thirsty and hungry, exhausted, and penniless, so he enlisted in the army and became the captain of the garrison without much effort.

The pursuit of the sand thieves went smoothly, and there was nothing worthy of writing in the whole process. When thirty soldiers surrounded the camp in the early morning while the sand thieves were sleeping, the eleven sand thieves ended up with death in battle or being captured.

Next, Ashu Rufate became a captain who could do nothing all day. He rented a small room in the city and started his life again. Or he thought he would start his life again.

When he walked out the door, he saw a child at the door.

"Captain Ashu Rufate, the town mayor asks you to see him."

Tirou was not a big place. He soon came to the council hall. As the child said, the mayor was waiting for him in his office. In this town, the mayor was not only the supreme leader, but also the employer of Ashu Rufate, but also the richest person in the city.

Standing in front of Ashu Rufate was a short old man with gray hair and lifelessness, and his appearance seemed to be idly silly. But Ashu Rufate knew that although this old man looked old, when he saw gold or heard about money, his dry eyes would suddenly radiate a passion that even young people could see. To be honest, this mayor was a typical financial slave.

"Master, do you have anything to order?" Asheri Ashu Rufate asked cautiously in the face of his boss.

Basically, the mayor didn't have any good things to ask him for. The old man felt very sorry for the commissions of the mercenaries. He signed a full year of employment agreement with the mercenaries, so whenever he remembered that he would eliminate all the thieves in just one month, he sighed and regretted. Whenever Ashu Rufate or other mercenaries were wandering around the streets and were seen by him, the mayor's expression was as painful as his own father. He repeatedly revealed his tone, hoping to reduce the employment period of the mercenaries, but no one paid attention to him. Although he was stingy, he was still very rational and knew what the consequences would bring about his breach of contract and fire these mercenaries.

This is also the reason why the mayor does not look good every time he meets Ash Rufate.

But unexpectedly, the mayor's face was covered with spring breeze this time. Ashu Rufat estimated that the old man either won a big victory last night or had a stroke early in the morning.

"Captain, is there anything in the town that needs you and your team to pay attention to recently?"

“As far as I know, no.”

"Very good, so we can draw our strength." The mayor rubbed his hands with joy. "I have a task for you."

"Please say it."

"Three or five days later, an old friend of mine is coming to visit me. He is an important member of a large chamber of commerce in the south. He is leading a caravan of quite large size. To be honest, he didn't have to pass by Deluo at all, but because he had to visit me, he went around in a circle. You know, although our city of Deluo has always been simple and calm. But in the area south of Deluo, there are thieves and unscrupulous things. Given this situation, I think I need to provide some safety help to my old friend. After all, he took this unnecessary risk for me and Deluo. Are you right?"

After wandering around for a long time, Ashu Rufate finally understood the mayor's meaning. To put it bluntly, the mayor planned to use his power for personal gain and use mercenaries hired by public funds to protect the safety of his private friends. Well, this is indeed very common.

"This...I think..." He stammered for a moment, but the mayor raised his eyebrows.

"Captain, do you think I am using my power for personal gain? Your idea is completely wrong! My friend is a big businessman with the right to go to multiple countries. If he can list Tilro as a link in the trading route, it will cause immeasurable help to the city. The whole city will benefit from it! If he makes any security meaning, it will be an irreparable loss for Tilro. If that happens, I can only think that the existence of Tilro's garrison troops does not match Tilro's interests at all..."

Faced with such an aggressive attitude and such a big hat, Ash Rufate could only choose to surrender unconditionally and obediently obediently to the mayor's intention. After all, the other party was the mayor, and the contract for the mercenary has clearly stated that he must follow the mayor's instructions.

The details were soon finalized. When the caravan left, Ashurufate would lead all thirty mercenaries to escort the caravan to the next big city as additional guards. The food and accommodation issues of the whole team will be provided by the caravan. The security of the city of Tilo will be temporarily held by the militia (there is no security problem in this small town, at least Ashurufate has never encountered it). If there is a battle and casualties on this journey, it will be implemented in accordance with the original mercenary contract. At the same time, as the travel expenses required for the original return, each mercenary will receive an additional salary...

It seems that something must be done. There are three or five days left, or even ten days...it should be enough...

Ashu Rufate walked while pondering, because he was too immersed in his mind, he did not look at the way. A girl seemed to be walking over in a different place.

"...Your secret can't be kept for long..."

The moment he passed by the girl, a faint voice came into his ears.

Ash Rufate turned around in shock, but the street was empty and the girl just now disappeared.

When he returned to his residence, it was already dark. The jars in the kitchen were still making a "beep" sound, and the aroma was everywhere. The rabbit meat was stewed so badly that it tasted very good, and it was simply delicious.

After dinner and cleaning up, he opened the entrance to the basement. This is why he rented this house. Although it was small, it had a separate basement.

Ashrufate walked into the basement with a candle. The basement was empty, with a huge black magic symbol painted on the ground. The red blood armor and the Withering Sword were placed next to the symbol.
Chapter completed!