"Mr. Osor!"

The screams of the followers made Osor turn around. Almost at the same time, an arrow shot out from Osor's hand and hit Dust's hand holding the sword. Dust let go of his hand in pain, and the sword fell down with a "dingbeam". Looking at Osor again, the bow in his hand had already been equipped with a second arrow. If the attack just now, I guess the second arrow had already been shot out at this time.

Osor's entourage rushed over and pressed Dust to the ground.

"I don't stick to my reputation and fight with me with bows and arrows, but pretend to be drunk and let me take it lightly, and then use a sword instead of a bow to launch a surprise attack. You are a very experienced warrior." Orso slowly put down his bow, "It's a pity that your opponent is me. Looking at the whole of Britain, my bow skills are also second."

Perhaps because the string was too late to pull it, the arrow only hurt a little bit of flesh. However, when the sword was launched at close range, it was not as fast as the opponent's bow, which made Dust lose his fighting spirit.

The entourage brought by Osor blocked his mouth, tied his hands and feet, and put him in a big sack. A carriage was parked at the entrance of the alley, and the people put the sacks in Dust on the carriage, and they also took the carriage and left the scene.

Not long after, Dust felt the carriage stop. Several people carried him up several steps and placed him on a chair. The sack was torn off, and he saw that he was in an inconspicuous room. Through the building outside the window, he judged that he was on the second floor of the house.

Osol followed in, sat opposite him, and signaled his men to take out the cloth stuffed in Dust's mouth.

"I'll give it! I'll give it as much as you want!" As soon as Bu took it off, Dust begged for mercy in a crying voice, "I have three hundred Nomisma on my hand. The Republic of Liguria has given me so much. I won't lie to you! As long as I let me go, I will give you all the money!"

"What's the point of arguing!" Osol glared at Dust, and Dust quickly closed his mouth. Since he had been tied up, of course, he would do whatever he said. The hero would not suffer any loss in front of him.

"If I really want to kill you, Sannonimes Marco will not be able to return your life." Osor's voice was slightly angry, "It's all because of you that my plan was messed up!"

"I? Has your plan been disrupted?"

Dust thought hard, and could not remember that he had done such a thing. Since he came to the Republic of Liguria, he has always abide by the law and be honest. In order not to cause trouble, he has never even done anything to be brave. In addition to the combat operations that mercenaries need to participate in, he has been buying food, boiling water, and washing clothes for Princess Anna. How could he provoke the man in front of him who looked gloomy like his son had just died?

Speaking of which, even the mercenary's work was forced by Princess Anna to do it. As a mercenary, she did not need to bear any responsibility if she killed the governor of the Island Republic or the son of the governor on the battlefield. She ran out of the Seven Hills Empire for this purpose at the beginning. As for bringing Dust, it was purely because the Republic of Liguria did not accept female mercenaries, and due to her princess' identity, she had to attribute this "achievement" to others.

"I tried my best to provoke a battle between the Republic of Liguria and the Khasa Khanate. At this time, Azov had already been looted by the Khasa Khanate! It was because of your existence that the battle was dragged to the present!"

Dust complained secretly in his heart. He felt that Osor was a foreign spy. The general of the Khazar Khanate was killed in Azov before, and he must have planned it carefully. Since he learned the news, he would probably not be able to escape from here.

"If the full power is left to me to judge, you were shot by my arrow the moment you came out of the tavern. Fortunately, your efforts were rewarded. Your excellent bowing skills attracted the attention of my employer. This time I am not here to ask for your money, but to give you a chance to get rich - my employer has taken a fancy to you and wants you to work for him."

Dust couldn't help but curse in his heart that you are here to recruit people, so you can't order a table in the tavern, arrange good wine, meat and vegetables, and eat and talk while eating. Where can you get injured and put them in a sack to recruit people? Are you abducting children?"

"What is your commission for being a mercenary in Liguria?"

"A year of ten thousand miles." Dust deliberately doubled the money.

Osol took out a bulging purse from his pocket and threw it in front of Dust. Dust glanced at it. If there were gold coins in it, there should be a hundred Nomismas inside depending on the size and bloating level of the bag.

"A month ten thousand misma, come to my boss to work. This is a deposit for one year."

Dust suddenly felt energetic: "Brother, if you have such a good thing, just say it! How could I disagree! Look, I almost hurt you just now!"

Osor frowned: "Did you really agree?"

"Agree! How can I disagree! Brother, I will pack my luggage and leave immediately after I give the order. By the way, my hand was injured. Can I calculate some medical expenses and the like... By the way, who is your employer?"

"The current governor of the Island Republic, that is my boss."

"Island Republic? Governor?"

Dust was stunned for a moment. It didn't matter if it was any other place. The troops in Azo City were restrained by the Khasa Khanate. Princess Anna could not act as planned and she had long wanted to leave. But only the Island Republic Anna would never go. Anna ran to the Republic of Liguria because she didn't want to marry the son of the Governor of the Island Republic. If Dust went back and told Anna that he was going to surrender to the Island Republic, she might be shot and killed by Anna on the spot.

"You just hesitated?" Osol captured the subtle change in Dust's expression, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, "Sure enough, I can't believe you just like that."

Dust said hurriedly: "No, no, no, you can trust me, we will follow you, and you can leave now!"

He was originally forced to come to Liguria by Princess Anna. If he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was no need to take Princess Anna on the road. If someone found out that his archery skills were not that superb, he would just return the commission to leave obediently. He had already made 300 Nomisma in Liguria, and now he escaped from Anna's control, making sure to make a profit.

He even began to desperately hope that Osor would take him away immediately.

However, Osor didn't think so: "No... I have to add an insurance - is there anyone who is important around him?"

A follower said, "Mr. Osor, there is a little girl about fourteen years old who has been following him."

"Anna?" Dust panicked, "No, I'll just go with you, don't go to her..."

However, this sounds completely different to Osor. He sneered: "Very good, go and tie that little girl here!"

Several followers took Osor's order and retreated.

"It's over."
Chapter completed!