Chapter 11 War Horse

After repeling the bandits, it is impossible to continue to rush today.

He simply found a place nearby to set up camp, and the rest had nothing to do with Derek.

He took this opportunity to carry out psychological construction for the soldiers under his command.

After a battle, many people's fear of war has disappeared.

The greenness visible to the naked eye fades away, and some people are even extremely excited and eager to try.

After finishing the psychological construction, Derek finally opened the panel.

Sure enough, the experience of all the soldiers has increased, ranging from more than ten to twenty points.

This is the progress brought by the supplement of experience and mentality.

For spearmen up to level five, the progress is already very weak.

After level seven or eight, it basically doesn't move.

Now it suddenly runs, which is not less.

But I don't think I've had this kind of opportunity a few times, and one time is less and less.

Take a look at your panel data again.

Von Derrick

Occupation: Knight Level 7 (5/100)

Experience pool: 0/100

That's good. It also rose by three points.

Including your own knight's attendants, you also have a four-level level.

And there are also unexpected discoveries.

Derek opened the avatar below, which is obviously not human. Warhorse (to be named)

Quality: Ordinary (46/100)

Experience pool: 0/100

"Can war horses also join the panel?"

Derek suddenly became energetic. If the arms business is a huge profit, then the warhorse business is a monopoly.

In particular, the price range is very large, and you can't buy it even if you have money.

Just like his ordinary horse, it also costs more than 10 gold coins.

A really well-trained warhorse starts with dozens of gold coins.

Derek soon thought of the reason why the warhorse was included in the panel.

Was it the battle just now?

Or obey?

Judging from the example of soldiers being included in the panel, he thinks the latter is more likely, but if each horse needs to be accepted by the panel by himself, then this function is of little use.

Derek can only keep it in mind for the time being. Even if he can't, at least he can continue to cultivate a few high-quality war horses.

In the evening, the manager Vincent quietly visited and promised to give a reward after returning to the city.

Not too much, but there must be.

This is also the rule. After all, you can't ignore it if you work hard.

Reason is reason, and affection is affection. This is the way to deal with things. At least Derek is satisfied, and the future will be smoother.

After a short stay, the caravan continued to sway on the road.

There are not many imitations left, and the caravan is about to return.

Manager Vincent prayed that there would be no more accidents.

Even if it was attacked once, in fact, the caravan still made a lot of money, but in the second half of the journey, it made a lot of money.

The mountain people are xenophomic. If it weren't for the goat caravan, Derek would never be able to easily enter the other party's imitation.

He also restrained the soldiers and tried not to cause conflicts.

Just guarding the convoy, Jing looked at the mountain people coming and going to trade.

It seems that there is not only this cottage, but also some famous mountain people nearby.

Derek hugged his shoulders and stared with sharp eyes, shocking some mountain people with other thoughts.

"Can the wound medicine be cheaper? We only have these rabbit skins left.

"No, these rabbit skins can only be made into some gloves, which can't be sold at a price. The high-quality wound medicine is prepared for myself, but it won't be sold cheaply." The sound of quarrels attracted Derek's attention.

He turned his head and saw that it was the steward Vincent arguing with a mountainen in rags.

He approached to prevent the conflict.

When Vincent saw Derek, he became more powerful.

Someone does the head-cutting business, but no one does the money-losing business.

Apart from the very restrained behavior of Vincent in front of Derek, he has no empathy at all when dealing with these despicable mountain people.

It's more difficult to make him lose money than to cut meat.

The mountaineer seemed to want to do it, but when he saw Derek, his neck shrank, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

It seemed that he wanted to leave, but he remembered the lying brother, but he held back.

"Steter, you will give me the wound medicine. Next time, I will bring you ten wild boar skins."

Ten pieces of wild boar skins are enough to make a few large pieces of leather armor, which is quite valuable.

Manager Vincent's eyes lit up, but when he saw the ragged dress of the other party, he curled his lips again: "Next time, don't starve to death. Get out of here and don't stop me, or I won't be polite."

The blue veins on the mountain people's arms burst, as if they wanted to do it. At this time, Derek stepped forward and pressed his shoulder.

"Friend, you look familiar!"

The mountain people were shocked and remembered where they were and how powerful the one in front of them was.

He wanted to struggle, but he was pressed to death.

The proud strength can't be struggled under Derek's hands.

The latter was actually also surprised. This force was not small, stronger than most strong men.

Ordinary mountain people are not as strong as cows. This kind of natural courage is still a minority.

Of course, he values another point more.

"I don't know you. Let me go quickly. This is not a place for you foreigners to play wild."

The mountain people roared, which also attracted a lot of attention.

Even if you have the background of the goat caravan, if you want to make trouble here, you have to weigh it.

Derek didn't care about him and turned his head to Simon, the attendant, and said, "Go and get my wound medicine."

Simon hurried back and ran over with a small package in his hand. My friend, I'm not malicious. I want ten wild boar skins. These are the wound medicines I prepared for myself, which are definitely better than those on the market.

Especially...stabbing."

Derek stared into his eyes, as if he had insight into the other's mind.

The mountain people subconsciously turned their heads and did not dare to look at them.

He didn't know whether the other party recognized him, but the eldest brother's life... gritted his teeth and took the package.

"I will definitely prepare ten wild boar skins for you."

"Okay, next time the caravan will come again, I'll wait for you... I'm not here, you can take care of Vincent."

The mountain man walked a few steps with the package, suddenly turned his head and asked stubbornly, "Knight, tell me your name."

"Von Derek!"

"My name is Wood, and I will definitely bring you wild boar skins."

Seeing the mountain people stride away, the manager Vincent came up with a regretful face.

"Knight Derek, I'm afraid your wound medicine will be wasted. These people... don't have the virtue of a knight."

"No, I think he is a warrior and willing to give him a chance."

"Where did you see it?"

Vincent was curious, but Derek smiled without a word.

Where can you see it? The few bandits who dare to charge are also the most powerful in combat. Do you think they are brave?

If it were another person, he might be washed away by them.

Such people are absolutely talented among the mountain people, and they have the value of attracting.

My Derek's things are not so easy to take.