Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

As for Mazov who was far away in Erengrad, after receiving the letter from Karak Kadrin, he just glanced at it and put it in his carrying bag.

With only one eye left to stare at the person who just entered, Mazov twisted his neck, and a thunderclap appeared,

"How is the situation of Prokin and the others?"

The veteran with a vicissitudes of life sighed and replied, "Too bad, since I sent a letter in Kislev City two months ago, I have lost contact with them."

"No explanation from the office?" Mazov asked.

The veteran shook his head, saying that he had already inquired, but the final result was not satisfactory.

Mazov looked around at the people sitting, most of their faces were full of vicissitudes of life, and they did not appear to be in high spirits after returning to their hometown.

Since returning to Kislev, at the beginning, the soldiers who had been suppressed for a long time had a long carnival in Orengrad.

Brothels, taverns, theaters...all imaginable entertainment venues were flooded by these soldiers with big wallets.

At the end of the carnival, I finally thought about the business, but found a problem. Some people tried to buy land, but found that the price was frighteningly high, and they couldn't afford the construction and maintenance costs after buying it.

And some people want to find a partner first. After all, most of them are still single, but under the interference of some unknown factors, many women avoid their pursuit.

The most irritating thing is nothing more than the explanation of the tsarist court. The motherland mother gave you the ability to live alone from birth to growth. After losing more than 7000 young and strong laborers, the reconstruction work has always been difficult to progress.

Now is the time for enshrining, and this part of the premium is for a better future for the motherland, and has the funds to hire more imperial construction teams to help Kislev.

Originally, many people believed in this set of high-sounding reasons. After all, the rhetoric of the Tsar’s court was quite touching, but when Mazov accidentally revealed that in addition to paying the soldiers’ salaries, the Dragon’s Court would also give the Tsar’s court a sum of money every year. After paying a lot of intermediary fees, the nature changed.

The soldiers finally heard the truth. The people in Kislev believed that the mercenaries followed the elves to enjoy themselves and escape the heavy labor work after the war.

The soldiers who heard the news were immediately stunned, and the battlefield with a casualty rate of nearly half actually said it was enjoyable.For the first four years, he fought against the Ratmen in the scorchingly hot Lustria, and in the next four years, he fought against Druzzi in the scorchingly cold Naggaroth. He sent his salary back every year, but what he got was discrimination? !
"I think Plotin and the others may have..." A soldier who had three scars on his cheeks from the Rat Man's claws slapped the table, revealing a vague sense of uneasiness.

"Perhaps we should try to put pressure on the office, otherwise these maids don't care about us traitors at all." The calmer soldier suggested.

But Mazov put forward a different opinion. He shook his head and took a pessimistic view of the plan, "We lack influence, and our attitude is much milder than that of Ulysses. The office will not care about our ideas."

"Ulysses... I really can't believe that he is fighting for territory with those gangsters! There was a fight at the pier five days ago, and large-caliber muskets were used." The scarred soldier gritted his teeth and spit out every word The bad news.

Where there are people, there are factions, and the same is true among mercenaries.The Eagle of Misha, the Light of Daz, and the Icicle of Winter, the latter two are led by the captain back to the motherland, while the captain of the former is still in Caledon.

"At least they did a good job. With the money, they established a big gang and lived a good life. They won't be like us, staying in the dilapidated wooden house and drinking all day." As he spoke, Mazov bent over his feet Picking up the vodka, ready to take a sip.

"If Chief Judith knows about this, he will definitely kill them!" The scarred soldiers are still dissatisfied with these people, and Daz's Light relies on the cohesion and execution ability far surpassing the local gangs, as well as the world-class combat effectiveness, Quickly occupying a dock area, it seems ready to make a living out of it.

While everyone was silent, there was an untimely knock on the door.

Before the person in the back room opened it, the uninvited guest had already entered.

The visitor was the Ulysses we were discussing just now. His slightly thin face and tall and straight body made him not look like Mrs. Kisley, but like a thin monkey in the southern kingdom.

But everyone present knew that when he pulled out the saber at his waist, all inherent impressions would change.

Ulysses greeted him familiarly, picked up a chair and walked to the long table,

"Everyone of Misha's Eagle, long time no see. It seems that you, like us, are not living very comfortably."

"Ulysses..." Mazov squinted his eyes and looked at the thin monkey, and continued, "You definitely don't want to catch up on the past, at least you didn't have such an idea before you became the godfather of Ehrengrad. "

"In any case, they are brothers who have fought together for so many years. I am a little unhappy when I say that." Ulysses took out a bottle of vodka from his arms, opened the cork, took a sip, and took a satisfied drink. after hiccup,

"Uh, but what I didn't expect is that you don't even make any moves now. This is not in line with your villain's style. Are you waiting for Lasker?"

"I don't deny this speculation, but I don't agree with it either."

"So it's a yes-or-no situation, you two are really interesting."

"Tell me about your purpose here. If my guess is correct, you want to ask me for some staff."

Snapping his fingers appeared from the fingertips of Ulysses, he stared at Mazov, "Not only that, but I also need the help of Raskul, everyone knows that he has some contacts in Caledon."

"Daz's Light snatched the Keith Wharf from the Hague gang five days ago, but in the past five days, no ship has unloaded here. Do you know what that means?"

Mazov held onto the bottle, and it seemed that he had thought of Ulysses too simply, thinking that he just wanted to take away the land to maintain his livelihood, but the real purpose may be to test what the authorities think.

Seeing that Mazov did not answer, Ulysses continued on his own, "The city hall does not intend to let us retired soldiers do business without paying taxes. All ships scheduled to unload at Keith Wharf were ordered to go to the port when they entered the port. other places."

The news caused a commotion from the crowd. They already knew that they were being treated differently, but they didn't expect it to be so obvious.

"This is really good news." Mazov sighed helplessly. This is driving people to a dead end. The only cheap land sold by the Land Bureau is near Prago, which is close to the troll kingdom.

This is to show that they want to squeeze out the last bit of value of these veterans, so that they can guard the borders of the motherland for generations.

Seeing that Mazov was a little touched, Ulysses said purposefully,
"Let Laskol provide his contacts, and we will organize a black market to sell elf goods. I heard that His Excellency Oliveira has dealt with the Beastmen in the Empire with the giant horned viper. Please contact Caledor's ambassador in Marienburg." Museum, to help import imperial goods. Since the authorities don’t play by the rules, then we will do it ourselves!”

The black market, a special organization that does not need to pay taxes to the authorities, of course, also exists in Orengrad, but generally it only sells some rare contraband.

It can be seen that Ulysses intends to directly confront the normal circulation market and turn the black market into a place with high quality and low price in the true sense. (end of this chapter)