But that's it. They have seen this match many times. This is just a small-scale competition, a match held within Wocheze.

The winner of the competition in the entire kingdom or the entire continent is the real master. Therefore, the mercenaries, businessmen, and other people here did not take him too seriously. At most, he was just a guy with better martial arts than ordinary people.

At least, that's what those who haven't watched the game think. If Walls wants to become more famous, he still needs to participate in bigger competitions.

When Isa was communicating with Wals, he had already secretly revealed his hope that Wals would work for the Kingdom of Swadia, but Wals had been pretending to be confused, which made Isa at a loss as to what to do.

Just when Isa was getting anxious, something that made him worried happened.

A thin middle-aged man and two burly men walked in.

The two big men pushed through the crowd, and the middle-aged man walked over along a path formed by the two big men.

"My master sent me here to invite you to his house." The middle-aged man said immediately.

"Your master? Who is he?" Wals did not ask whether he would go or not, but asked who his master was first.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man whispered in Walls' ear.

"The lord of this city."

He had expected this sentence, so Walls did not show any surprise.

The middle-aged man was dissatisfied with this expression, because his master was the lord of this city.

It was Iayayar from the Kingdom of Nord, one of the few people of great reputation in the country, how could he not have any expression? But Wals was the one his master wanted to invite, so he did not show any displeasure.

"Okay, I'll go. Now?"

"Yes, right now. Please don't bring any followers. Don't worry, our master will not murder you. He just wants to talk to you alone."

"I understand. Let's go now." Walls stood up, gave a few instructions to his companions and left.

Under the curious gazes of the crowd, Wals and the middle-aged man left the tavern. Following the middle-aged man, Wals turned several intersections and soon arrived at the center of the city. In front of Wals was a solid stone castle, which was Iaia's home.

He looked up at the top of a tower in the castle and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration in his heart.

The middle-aged man next to Wals was very proud. He finally saw Wals showing an expression that satisfied him, but now was not the time to appreciate it.

"Please go, sir, the master can't wait."

Wals nodded, and then followed the middle-aged man into the hall of the castle.

In the castle hall, an old man in his 50s sat on a chair. He was dressed gorgeously. Needless to say, he was the lord of Wocheze. The middle-aged man walked over and stood behind Iaia.

"Hello, Wals, I am Iayayal, the lord of this city." Iaya saw Wals coming.

"I am honored to receive your summons, but first let me ask you a question, why did you summon me here?"

"Come here and give you a beating. Am I going to treat you to a meal?" De Lassel saw it and hated it in his heart.

【System prompt: Calm down, my friend. 】

Iaya smiled slightly. "Very good. I will tell you directly. Now I want you to join my army. Don't worry, I will not let you do odd jobs or be an ordinary soldier. I will make you an officer."

Before Wals could answer, Wozhi's Golden Finger said, "Now is the time to test you."

Indeed, it was a battle of words, a negotiation between Walls and Iaya.

Now Wals really wants to refuse Iaya's recruitment. He knows that if he joins Iaya's army now, although he will have a stable income, he will not be able to restore the honor of his family.

The reason is simple. The salary I get is not enough to support me to build an elite army.

But if he rejected Iaya's invitation, it would mean offending Iaya, so Wals had to speak more tactfully so as not to offend this powerful lord.

If Walls had a strong power and an elite army, then he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. But now the enemy is strong and we are weak, so he has no choice but to be more tactful. "Why? Is it because I won the competition?" Walls showed a puzzled expression.

"Yes, but this is only part of it. I have seen your swordsmanship in the arena, so I admire your swordsmanship very much. I hope you will serve me. Don't worry, I will never treat those who are loyal to me unfairly."

"But I am just an unknown traveler."

"But I don't mind, old man."

De La Serre felt a little out of place with Iaya, who called himself an old man.

"Is it too high of me to be your officer? I believe your enemies will laugh at you. They will say that you let a nameless guy be your subordinate. Isn't this a great insult to you?"

"No, no, if anyone dares to laugh at you, just go over and smash his mouth." Iayayal seemed very eager to recruit Walls.

"My victory in the competition was due to a small negligence of my opponent, which led to his failure. I believe he is more talented than me to be your subordinate." Walls kicked the ball to Joels.

"No, I think the young man could use some exercise."

"What about me? I think I should get some training, too. I'm traveling around the continent, and I believe these experiences can give me some meaningful experience." Having said that, Walls added.

"How can a thriving sapling be compared with a weathered tree? The weathered tree is more experienced than the sapling, and its experience is richer than the sapling.

Not to mention combat experience or the ability to command troops in combat. I believe that my abilities will be greatly improved after I travel the continent. If you are still willing to recruit me at that time, I am still willing to become your subordinate. "

Anyone who hears this can tell that Walls is unwilling to play for Iaya, but Iaya is also a man with rich experience.

He had encountered rejection situations like this before. Those warriors who had rejected him before were either killed in battle somewhere or working for others.

He would not choose to coerce others to become his subordinates, as this would be bad for his reputation. If his reputation was bad, even fewer people would work for him. In this case, he would just do a favor.

"Okay, since you want to travel around the continent, then I want to ask you, do you have enough dinars?" Iaya prepared to try a different approach.

“I travel while doing business.”

"Oh, is that so? How about I give you a thousand dinars?" Iaya said generously. The middle-aged man behind him was also surprised. Why would his master give a thousand dinars to others for nothing?

Walls was also flattered after hearing this. What on earth did Iaya want to do?

"Of course, the money is for you, but in the future, I hope you can help me do something. Don't worry, I will never ask you to do something that will embarrass you."

This is actually another method of Iaya. He knows that after Wals completes his travels, he may not become his subordinate, so he needs to use this method to get Wals's assistance in the future.

Wals knew that this was Iaya's last resort. If Wals did not agree, Iaya would definitely be angry. It was unwise to offend a powerful lord.

"Okay, I'll accept your dinar, and I'll remember this promise."

"Okay." Iayayar smiled. This deal was a good deal for him.

Iaia is a warlike lord who likes to fight, and if he wants to fight, he needs an army.

If you want an army, you must have an elite army, and an elite army definitely needs some powerful warriors, so he prefers powerful warriors to money.

That's why the scene just now happened. If it were a greedy lord, he would never do this.

At this time, Walls did not delve into Iaya's thoughts. He took a bag of money and walked quietly towards his residence.

Wales was about to return to the tavern, but not far from the tavern, Wales suddenly found a woman. It was not uncommon to see women in this city.

However, when Wals saw her, he felt that she was not an ordinary woman. This woman was about 30 years old, carrying a Nord sword and wearing tribal warrior clothes.

And from the calluses on her hands, her temperament, and the look in her eyes, Walls could tell that she was a warrior, a warrior who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

This was a rare female warrior. Wals kept his eyes on this special woman, and naturally she noticed it.

She is Mathilde, a Nord. At this moment, she saw that Wals had been looking at her, and Mathilde would certainly react.

"What do you want to do?" Mathilde suddenly stared at Walsh and said.

"Nothing, it's just that it's rare for me to see a female warrior with good martial arts skills. Why would someone like you appear here?"

Wals' words reduced Mathilde's hostility because he could see his martial arts skills, which made Mathilde know that the man in front of her was also a warrior.