69novels Chapter 151 Patrol Soldiers
Chapter 151 Patrol Soldiers
"Yes, but we need to store our horses and carts here... for two days, and we will pay 30 Gros per day, plus some firewood."
"The total is 75 groats per silver coin. If you exceed the deadline, you will have to pay extra when you come back."
When leaving the cart, Rick gave her three silver coins as payment.
Now Ina has no psychological burden, and she believes that if it were Rick, he would do the same...
Ina's straightforwardness stunned the man who was about to take a step back and bargain. He was unable to react for a moment and the words stopped in his throat.
Ina didn't say much, pressed the two silver wolves on the table, turned around to get the sword, and pushed the door open with Mitaokor and left.
She was not worried that the man would refuse. Even with the horse's food included, 30 groats a day was more than enough money.
In short, it's good business.
"Yina, why did you accept such an excessive offer?"
Mitaokel quickly caught up and asked in confusion.
Ina did not hide:
"It's hard to explain the specific reasons, but I can say for sure that continuing to negotiate patiently won't necessarily save you much Gro."
"We still have to rest there, and the horses need someone to take care of them. If we push them too far, the whole village will not be happy with us."
Ina, who seemed to have experienced this, smiled bitterly and added:
"If the horses and carts are damaged, it will not just be forty or fifty groats. Don't worry, we will cover the travel expenses and will not ask for more from Xilia's share."
Having said this, Mitaokel didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything else.
The two quickly returned to the entrance where the carriage was, and on one side of the carriage, a bright light source appeared out of nowhere.
Not a lantern.
That was the light from a kerosene lamp that shouldn't have appeared in the small village.
She saw Rick communicating with the lamp holder, and saw the two people holding the lamps.
They were two soldiers, wearing breastplates, iron helmets, and a pair of half-masks on their hands, with gauntlets and wrist guards.
Compared with the full body plate armor of the heavy cavalry, their equipment can only be described as simple, but it has the advantage of low cost.
When fighting against bandits, this set of equipment can protect the soldier's vital organs and the wrists holding the weapon from daggers and hatchets.
Ensure that even if a well-trained soldier faces several criminals, he can deal with them with minor injuries.
"It is indeed the latest citizenship certificate of Thunderstone City... Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Lake. You have proved that you have no ill will towards this village."
"But we still need to conduct routine inspections of your carts and the items on them to ensure that you are not engaging in poaching."
As Ina approached, she heard the soldier holding the lantern speak in a deep voice.
The soldiers also noticed the two people returning.
But he only took a quick glance at Ina and Mitaokel, and immediately began searching the items in the car.
There is not much space on the cart to hide anything.
Just open the basket and cloth bag and search through it to see if it is there.
After a fruitless search, the other soldier could not hide his disappointment. The soldier holding the lantern remained expressionless, said goodbye to Rick, and then turned and left with his colleagues.
After the two walked away, Ina asked in a low voice:
"Soldier?"
This is an unnecessary question. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are soldiers.
After all, even if they were mercenaries from the same regiment, their equipment couldn’t possibly be so similar that even their thick cotton-padded jackets and trousers were the same color.
Rick understood the real meaning of Ina's question:
"Yes, but I'm not sure if it's from Thunder Stone. Every city with a garrison will send out dozens or even hundreds of patrol teams to patrol the main roads, trunk roads, and forest edges around the city."
"It can serve as a scout at the border, warn bandits and robbers, and also combat poaching."
Make the best use of everything... As expected, money in the kingdom’s treasury is not easy to earn.
Thinking of the various heavy tasks the soldiers were doing inside and outside the city, Ina complained inwardly.
"What was the outcome of the conversation?"
After a brief explanation, Rick turned the topic to the problems they were facing.
Of course, he already had a rough idea of the result from the fact that the two of them did not continue to try to knock on other doors and from their perception.
"very smooth."
Ina responded, and as the squeaking sound of wheels rang out again, she followed the tractor and told Rick the details of the transaction.
The horses and cart were tied to a wooden stake behind the farmhouse.
The four of them unloaded the items they carried into the house.
In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Rick used his ring to take out a fur sleeping bag, warm cotton cloth, and some food for camping before walking into the village house.
And inside, Ina just took the change of 25 gros.
"Good evening, sir and ladies, thank you for agreeing to our request."
Rick spoke politely to the three owners of the house.
“This is a deal that satisfies both parties.”
Bieber showed some nervousness and shame, and did not dare to mention anything about negotiating the price.
Rick didn't care much about this.
Ina, who was standing by, took the rest supplies from Rector and asked curiously:
"Uncle, who of us will start the night watch first?"
She meant guarding the horses.
"We" means her and Rick.
Mitaokel and Xilia were already quite tired.
Moreover, for this kind of work, it is obviously more reliable for professionals to do it.
"No, we have to travel tomorrow. This village is not big, no one will attack neighbors and guests who live with them day and night. Besides, there is a whole team of patrol soldiers stationed in the village tonight."
Rick placed the lantern on the table and spread out the cloth bag containing food and camping kitchen utensils.
The lamp that was originally on the wooden table had been blown out by Bieber and put away.
With a bright light source, it would be a waste to light an oil lamp.
For relatively poor farmers, waste is a shameful act.
Rick then looked at Bieber:
"Can I borrow the stove?"
"Of course, sir, it's part of the deal we made."
Bieber responded quickly, without any sign of snub.
At the same time, his eyes turned green as he looked at the food in the package.
It was three pounds of white bread, a half-full can of chopped potatoes, onions, spinach, a block of cheese, a bunch of spice bottles, and…
A piece of meat grilled to a slightly charred texture, but just the right amount.
He could even see the oil oozing out, reflecting an appetizing color.
He swallowed his saliva. This was difficult for a farmer who only had meat a few times a month and most of his food was seafood.
It is undoubtedly a visual shock.
The old woman and the young lady had similar expressions, even though they knew it was rude.
The three of them hadn't had time to make dinner.
"Together? And I'd like a cutting board for that."
Rick pulled out a hunter's knife from his waist pouch and gestured at the barbecue and cheese.
He was too embarrassed to cut into someone else's remaining furniture.