bookbashuk Chapter 28: Whose Years of Friendship?
Chapter 28: Whose Years of Friendship?
"Suppressing bandits?"
I'm really something, being fortunate enough to become the second-in-command and vice president of the Heroes' Guild. I put down the crossbow that the guild leader had acquired and set my sights on Young Master Lin, Fengyun Xiongba.
"Well, according to those governors, we need to fight the bandits entrenched in the plains, G. Doho, and exchange their heads for a commission for each group we wipe out."
"Of course, we need to hand over one-third of this money to Viserys."
Lin Yan, who came out of the governor's mansion as the leader of a mercenary group, said in a calm tone.
He didn't care about the game's background, such as the restoration of the kingdom or Braavos, which was an enemy of Pentos. All he cared about in this game was killing and fighting.
"Hmph, these governors of Pentos are really dishonest," Storm Nebula Rift, emerging from another governor's courtyard, complained to the vice-president, Steamed Bun Immortal, beside him.
"Looking at their faces, I know without even thinking that most of the bandits entrenched on the plains are mercenaries hired by Braavos, or at the very least, they secretly support those bandits."
"The chairman is right!" The Steamed Bun Immortal gave a thumbs up, indicating that the benefactor was absolutely right.
Under the mission issued by Viserys, three thousand new and old players, apart from the non-stick grenadier regiment who were burning wildfire in the tunnels where they stored wildfire canisters, and the flagless brotherhood who were mistaking mice for ducks, were researching how to coat weapons with various poisons in the garden.
Two thousand players, divided into dozens of mercenary groups of varying sizes, were employed by the governors of Pentos and were all heading to G. Doho, a plain in southern Andas known as the Flatlands by the people of Pentos, to suppress bandits.
The plains stretch east to the upper reaches of the Lorne River, north to the Velvet Hills, and southeast to the Golden Plains, with the Valyrian Avenue connecting Pentos and G. Doho running through them.
Thanks to this rich and fertile land, where those who possess it prosper, the city of Pentos has been able to nurture countless people and survive in the long history of its struggles against Braavos, where it suffered more defeats than victories.
A large number of farmers cultivated the land here, and almost all the governors and nobles owned property here.
The people of Pentos would rather sacrifice the prince than give up their orchards, farms, and even mines.
But this place is indefensible, and the Dothraki wield their scimitars to plunder at will. Bandits and mercenaries supported by the Braavos also want to interfere here, ravaging the peasants and looting the governors' estates.
Even though Braavos had severely controlled the number of troops, the governors of Pentos, whose vital arteries had been severed, had secretly supported many mercenaries to fight the "bandits" on the plains.
Unfortunately, the mercenaries always helped the winning side. Most of the notorious mercenary groups were employed by the Braavos, and the third-rate mercenaries employed by the Pentos were no match for them.
So much so that the "bandits" instructed by the Braavos even roamed right under the noses of the governors of Pentos, causing trouble.
Recently, the Loyna people, who were originally hiding in the Goose Hills and were both civilians and bandits, have also begun to come down the mountain to plunder the plantations made up of free slaves from Pentos, causing considerable losses to the governors.
Even a fool could tell that the governors were secretly supporting this from the Braavos.
The already furious governors, having gained the support of over two thousand mercenaries, were naturally eager to send troops to deal with the bandits, leveraging the "century-old friendship" between England and France—no, between Pentos and Braavos.
Even if the Sea King of Braavos caught them by the tail, the governors of Pentos were not afraid. After all, bandits must be wiped out at any time.
Thanks to their slight advantage in the last war, the governors of Pentos, who had never submitted to the Braavos, became much bolder.
Urged repeatedly by the servants sent by the governors, mercenary groups composed of players set off from Pentos City under the guidance of their guides, heading either to the plains or to G.Doho.
"Damn, this tastes amazing!"
Inside the Ivy Garden, the leader of the Brotherhood Without Flags, pointing at a giant cauldron as tall as a man, stared at it with a pinched nose. Two pale-faced players were standing on stools, each stirring the cauldron with a wooden stick.
"Boss, you're really knowledgeable. You even managed to revive ancient 'golden juice'," Caramel Cotton, the third-in-command of the Brotherhood Without Flags, said, pinching his nose as he hid behind his leader.
"Enough nonsense, it's almost mixed. Quickly put some on the brothers' weapons, and on the arrowheads of the crossbows!" The officer, unable to bear it any longer, waved his hand and gave the order.
The assassin's mindset, to put everything else aside, is that he must be cunning, and his Brotherhood Without Banners is full of cunning and treacherous members.
After he asked everyone to brainstorm how to grow and expand the guild, someone immediately suggested poisoning swords and knives, and someone even suggested coating the water pouches and dry rations they carried with poison.
In this way, when he is killed by the enemy, the enemy who seizes his supplies will also eventually meet their end.
There are also things like lime powder, chili powder, pepper powder, thirty-six kinds of traps, and seventy-two kinds of hidden weapons. In short, the style of the painting has been completely changed to a simple life of ninjas.
They're all such scoundrels.
Among the many bad ideas, the suggestion to first address the issue of poisoning the weapons was to call the mouse a duck.
But the question is, where does the poison come from?
This left everyone stumped. In the end, the president, pointing at the mouse as a duck, slapped his thigh and said, "I'll do it myself!"
Thus, the golden juice that players are familiar with, often seen in ancient films depicting siege battles, was born.
Amidst the pervasive stench, the members of the Brotherhood Without Banners lined up, pinching their noses as they soaked all their half-handed swords, daggers, throwing knives, and crossbow bolts in the molten gold broth in the large pot.
"Ugh~"
Some players couldn't take it anymore and opened their mouths as if to vomit.
"Spit it into the pot!"
He pointed at a mouse and called it a duck, jumping up and down and shouting.
That's really mean!
The two generals standing behind him, who were calling a mouse a duck, turned their heads away speechlessly.
Meanwhile, the grenadier regiment inside the tunnels was holding a large meeting.
The non-stick pan, dressed in a battle robe, raised his hand arrogantly, cosplaying as Napoleon, and had two players take pictures of him using the player's built-in camera.
Mu Fa turned his gaze away from the unserious president and looked at Li Ming:
"Can't we think of a way to turn these fire pits into hand grenades or landmines or something?"
"Damn it, where are we going to find any science and engineering students here? Besides, are wildfires and landmines the same thing?" The Queen of the Women's Kingdom said, spreading her hands to defend Dawn.
"Grenades are easy to deal with. They'll have about the same effect if they're thrown with sparks on them. It doesn't matter if they're close, as long as the benefits are great. Brothers, you can just self-destruct at close range."
"Landmines are indeed difficult to deal with. Putting everything else aside, who would be so idle as to step on a fire?" Li Ming said, resting his chin on his hand and frowning.