Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

In the tavern, Nott and Paul glared at each other, one felt that the other was insulting him, and the other felt that the other was simply brainless.

The other robbers sat on the stools and tables with great interest, watching the two people's confrontation. The robbers knew that such a quarrel would not have any results, but it would bring them fun.

Hood patted his forehead and stood up. He knew that if he didn't stop it in time, the situation might get out of control. So he strode to the middle of the two people, used both hands to force the two people who were almost head to head, and scolded at the same time: "Enough! You two!"

This scolding calmed the two people down a little. After the two separated, Hood looked at them with a helpless expression on his face, and whispered: "Paul, you continue..."

Hearing this gentle tone of words, Nott pouted immediately, looking aggrieved, as if complaining about why Hood spoke so gently to Paul.

Paul took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and continued: "So, boss, your choice is right. We should expand our sphere of influence by controlling the entire Rhine Town. Only in this way can we really gain a foothold and not be targeted by everyone."

"Moreover, no matter where, xenophobia exists in every place. This is inevitable. Therefore, boss, your choice to launch Gary to help us control this area is undoubtedly a very wise decision.

Gary is very familiar with the environment here. He can deal with the locals more easily and establish good relationships. At the same time, he can ensure that our position here is stable. As long as we can firmly control Gary, it is equivalent to indirectly controlling this area."

"Pa pa pa..."

Hod applauded Paul generously, with admiration in his eyes.

After hesitating for a while, robbers such as Monklon and Jules also clapped their hands in agreement.

The warm applause made Paul feel a little uncomfortable. His face flushed slightly, and he looked at everyone excitedly, with his mouth trembling slightly.

"Paul, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be able to analyze to this extent."

Hodder looked at Paul with appreciation, nodded slightly to show his agreement, and then fell into deep thought, his expression becoming solemn.

Suddenly, he said: "Since you have understood my idea, who do you think I should send to supervise Gary?"

Hearing this, the smile on Paul's face gradually disappeared, his brows furrowed, and he began to think seriously.

He recalled the personality characteristics of many robbers one by one, thought for a long time, and then answered seriously: "Boss, I think Jeff is the most suitable candidate."

"Oh? Why do you think so? Please tell me your reasons." Hodder raised his head and signaled Paul to continue explaining with his eyes.

Paul took a deep breath and analyzed clearly: "First, we are all familiar faces. Many people have seen us before and know that we are your subordinates. If we go in person, it is easy for others to recognize us, which will cause unnecessary trouble.

But Kuhn and Jeff are different. No one knows their relationship with us, so we can avoid arousing others' suspicion of Gary's supporters.

Second, although Kuhn has a calm personality, his mind is relatively old-fashioned, lacking flexibility and wit, and is not suitable for handling such a complex situation.

Comparatively, Jeff is more clever and can better deal with various possible situations, so I think Jeff is the best choice. "

After listening to Paul's analysis, Hood slowly nodded and said, "Then let's go with Jeff."

"Let Jeff take a few robbers to the leather factory tomorrow morning. I think when other gangs in this area know that Hand Axe Mortimer is dead, they will definitely be eyeing the leather factory."

After saying that, Hood suddenly remembered something. He stood up and walked to the box that Gary presented to him. After taking out two gold dragons, he handed them to Paul.

"Give these to Jeff together and let him take them to Gary so that he can recruit some people."

"I understand." Paul took the gold dragon and nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to the West City Gate tomorrow to ask Sam some questions. Let's end it here today. Everyone pack up and go upstairs to rest."

Hood stretched and walked to the second floor.

Seeing this, the other robbers followed closely, leaving only Paul and Nott.

After the other figures disappeared on the second floor, the two stared at each other fiercely.

"Boy, don't take advantage of me." Nott said viciously.

"Idiot!" Paul said disdainfully, then pushed open the door of the tavern and walked to the alley outside.

Just walked outIn the tavern, Paul's legs went soft, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead. Although he dared to curse Nott directly just now, he was still full of fear of Nott in his heart.

If Hood hadn't praised him just now, he really didn't dare to confront Nott head-on. After all, Nott was a whole class higher than him. If they really fought, Nott could beat him with one hand.

Fortunately, there was a head...

Paul wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and was glad that he was not caught by Nott. He knew that if he was caught by Nott, he would definitely be beaten up.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Paul.

Paul looked closely and found that it was Nott. Nott looked at Paul with a gloomy face, and anger flashed in his eyes.

"How dare you call me a fool?" Nott gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that you are itching for skin!" After that, Nott raised his fist and prepared to swing at Paul.

Seeing this, Paul threatened in a low voice: "Nott, if you dare to hit me today, I will tell the boss immediately."

Hearing this, the fist that was swinging towards Paul stopped immediately. Facing Nott's angry eyes, Paul looked at him firmly.

"You! I am so angry..." Nott gritted his teeth and turned away dissatisfied.

Huh~

Paul breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he could not provoke this stupid idiot again in the future. Although he didn't have much brains, he was really good at fighting...

After a while, Paul calmed down, straightened his expression, put on a hood that could cover his face, and strode towards the tavern where Jeff lived.

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At the same time, the leather factory on the other side.

The town guards responsible for the southeast area finally arrived late, and at this moment, the bodies and bloodstains in the leather factory had disappeared, and the gamblers had long dispersed.

"What happened here?"

A voice broke the silence of the leather factory. Gary looked in the direction of the voice and saw a captain of the guard with a big belly and a plump face walking in.

He was wearing a uniform that was obviously a few sizes too small, which made him look particularly funny. Behind him were several guards with tired eyes.

The captain of the guard rubbed his eyes and yawned, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He looked around the leather factory, trying to find some clues, but it was obvious that his brain was not fully awake.

"Someone reported that there was a riot here..."

A guard yawned and said, as if he was not sure what happened.

The captain of the guard looked at the guard with dissatisfaction: "What are you guys doing? You don't know what's going on, so you call me here."

After that, he yawned again, then found a comfortable place to sit down and prepare to have a good rest.

The other guards looked at each other helplessly and began to search for clues everywhere, while asking Gary intermittent questions.