Chapter 501 Three Choices

"What are you going to do with the river patrol team in Haikou?"

Mazov raised the first doubt. If there are hundreds of brothers waiting for survival, even a villain will be cautious from the bottom of his heart.

Ulysses didn't bother to laugh. Maybe many people took these river patrol teams seriously, but for soldiers who had been fighting in the New World for a long time, it was completely easy to control them.

The fact that Mrs. Kisli is not good at naval battles has no effect on them at all. When fighting Druzi, they even had the experience of joining the Black Ark.

"They will understand how shameful it is to interfere with the righteous needs of veterans."

Although Mazov feels very good about this plan, as long as a complete smuggling chain can be formed, Kislev's size can fully absorb these more than 3,000 soldiers.

But now, it seems like he has become the same as before. After he was discharged from the army, he was attracted by gangsters and colluded with them to commit the crimes he hated before.

"I don't deny this plan, but I will only contact Mr. Oliveira. Rascal...he needs time."

Ulysses was stunned by these words, but soon a look of anger appeared on his face. He thought that Mazov was placing his hope on Raskol and asking the Dragon Prince to intervene in this matter. The wine bottle in his hand was consumed by him. He squeezed his strength and said, "Haven't you figured it out yet? We are just a group of retired mercenaries. The previous employment contract has made it very clear that we will not have anything to do with Caledo after it ends!"

"Then why do you still want Raskol's connections in Caledo, and even asked me to seek help from Mr. Oliveira? In the final analysis, you are just testing the authorities to satisfy your desires. Don't think I don't know, The last time the Light of Daz fought in Krakalond and besieged the Dread Knight Courtyard, some of the loot was not handed over as promised!" Mazov also lost his good temper and pulled out his waist at a speed that no one could see clearly. A pistol was pointed at Ulysses' head.

"Did I drink too much in Erengrad for such a long time that you, a skinny monkey, dared to run wild in Misha Eagle's territory!"

Ulysses did not panic and acted extremely calm, but a trace of fear hidden deep in his eyes still existed. Raskol and Mazov were nicknamed philosophers and villains among the mercenaries.

The latter is not only cruel to the enemy, but also to himself. As the adjutant of the philosopher with absolutely ruthless chaos, with clear plans and wild actions, this is the Eagle of Misha.

"You really disappoint me. Since the Eagle of Misha is unwilling to do it, the Light of Daz will handle it on its own. I want Raskel to see that when he returns to Kislev, he won't even have a place to stay." The pitiful appearance of having none."

The finger on the trigger gradually pressed down, and Mazov's only one eye was fixed on Ulysses. If he dared to say one more word, a bullet would ruthlessly pass through the eye socket.

The intimidated Ulysses chose to leave, leaving only the Misha Eagle sergeants who remained silent.

The scar-faced veteran first broke the silence: "It is not an option to continue like this. Sooner or later, the gold leaf coins in our hands will be exhausted. Before, because they did not expect this situation, many people chose the salary settlement method to send it back every year. In the end When I returned to Kislev, I actually only had one year’s salary and the loot captured in Krakalond.”

"Although the Legion has always allocated logistics officers to be responsible for living expenses based on needs, this has caused dissatisfaction among some people, who believe that the money paid is too much."

Mazov glanced at him and knew that he was one of the people who sent money back every year. His status as a non-commissioned officer made his salary higher, but after all, after partying for so long, there would be a day when he would run out of money.

"So what do you think? Just do like Ulysses and others, grab a piece of dock and become a gangster, let Rascalto's connections smuggle materials and sell them, and then make loan sharks to make ends meet. Think about how you got into the mercenary army , Alexandremon!

You were driven to the recruiting point with a knife because you couldn't pay back the loan shark you paid to treat your mother's illness! "After roaring, Mazov's reminder had some effect. Misha Eagle has one thing in common. Most of them are people who can't survive, and many of them are because of gangs.

The scar-faced veteran sighed, who would want to do gangster work if there was no other way? Normal gangsters are still worried about the encirclement and suppression by the city defense army, but retired veterans can definitely fight a tough battle with the city defense army.

This is a good choice, but not suitable for Misha's Eagle.

Taking a few deep breaths, Mazov also stopped being angry. Now he has three choices in his hands. Oliveira sent an intermediary letter some time ago. The Church of Ulric wants to hire the Misha Eagle for a short period of time to go to Duncanwald Forest to eliminate wild beasts. People, the conditions promised are very excellent.

If the performance this time meets expectations, they can come again every once in a while. In other words, they will become the foreign legion of the empire for their livelihood.

The second option is the invitation letter sent by Agrim. As a single mercenary, he will go to the Northern World Edge Mountains to assist the dwarves in regaining Gunbad Peak. The gold promised by the High King is much richer than that of the Ulric Church, and does not bring any There are political overtones.

But Mazov did not intend to accept these two employment contracts. After all, Misha Eagle had been fighting for many years, and the youngest was almost thirty years old. It would be difficult to start a family if he continued to fight.

And the mission that emerged in him would never leave Kislev.

"I'm going to the Caledor Embassy tomorrow to see if I can get some help."

Mazov's words attracted a lot of eyebrows. Everyone generally believed that Caledo's sharp and decisive style must be strictly implemented in accordance with the contract, and there is no longer any dispute between the two parties.

Moreover, the identity of the mercenaries has also changed, allowing an elven kingdom to interfere in Kislev. Although they do not understand the consequences, many people feel that it is best not to go to the embassy to seek help before the desperate situation.

"Do you have a better way? I previously applied to the Commerce Bureau to establish a chamber of commerce. The person in charge actually refused on the grounds that I was caught fighting when I was seventeen years old. They thought that I would use force to interfere with the normal market order, so I recommended I’m a son of a bitch for joining the Chamber of Commerce formed by the Erengler Boye family.”

This is really a reason to find trouble, everyone thought.

Amidst a burst of curses, everyone knew that such waiting would not lead to any results. Although everyone had received literacy education, waiting in the military camp all the time had caused some brain deterioration.

As long as the chief says anything, that's what it is. Since Mazov thinks the embassy has a chance, let's try it first. If it doesn't work, then consider some more radical methods.

The soft-hearted Pypulkin who begged the Tsarina to understand was probably dead, and no one dared to imagine that the authorities would suddenly change their minds. (End of chapter)