So Chechen told uncle Pedro that he was inspired by a branch.

    "God must be guiding you to help your pious uncle," said Pedro heartily, drawing a cross on his chest with his hand.

    Chechen shook his head. He really didn''t know what to say about Pedro''s complete pragmatism towards God.

    When Pedro was excited, Chechen took the saber in Uncle Pedro''s hand and walked to the bear. Such a big bear can''t be moved by Chechen and Pedro alone. Therefore, to prove that their uncles and nephews hunted and killed a bear, they have to take some things from the bear back.

    "We''ll call more people tomorrow, hoping that the bear''s body won''t be eaten by the wolf," said Pedro, but he felt little hope.

    Originally, Chechen wanted to cut off one palm of the bear and take it back. But the bear''s palm was rough and fleshy. When it was cut with a saber, it broke a small hole and couldn''t move in. No way, Chechen had to cut a bear''s ear and put it in his pocket.

    "Uncle, how much did you bet with them, Taylor?" Chechen asked on the way back.

    "All of us," said Pedro happily, perhaps thinking of the bet he was about to win, Pedro''s old face smiled like a morning glory.

    "How much can we win? Seven hundred Taylor?"

    Chechen remembers that their total assets are about this number.

    "How could that be! We won 1400 Taylor. My good nephew." Pedro quoted an astronomical figure.

    Fourteen hundred Taylor is already an extremely rich wealth in Eastern Europe. In the slave market of Kafa, the price of an adult man is 50 Taylor, while that of a maid is only 30 Taylor.

    "Then we''re really rich."

    "Yes. At the end of three months, our uncle and nephew will go back to Spain and buy a large piece of wasteland in his hometown. We will buy more than ten or twenty blacks to farm, and the grain warehouse will be full in a few years." Pedro looked forward to it.

    "Go back? Didn''t you promise captain Franco to stay here?" although he also longed for the life uncle Pedro said, Cherchen didn''t want to go back to Spain. Just don''t just take this "little" money back.

    "I''ll stay here, but we can''t be mercenaries all our life. When my uncle accompanies my old friend to meet his king in Warsaw, we''ll resign. That''s not a breach of my promise with him. My uncle also knows why you don''t want to go back to Spain. When you go back to Spain, I''ll ask your father to adopt you to my uncle. I have no children and no children in my life, and my property will be rich in the future Someone has to inherit it. "

    Originally, Pedro wanted to say these words for several years, because in his original plan, even if it went well, it would take several years to make such a large amount of money. He didn''t expect to complete his goal in such a short time this time.

    "Uncle!" Chechen shouted passionately. He didn''t expect Pedro to be so considerate.

    At this time, two flames flashed in the distance, and then two shouts came.

    "Pedro, Pedro."

    "Chechen, Chechen."

    Chechen immediately recognized that this was the voice of Ruth and Fidel.

    "Here we are," cried Chechen.

    At the same time, they ran in the direction of the fire.

    Sure enough, Ruth and Fidel, with a torch in one hand and a pointed long wooden gun in the other, were also dressed in capable clothes.

    "Uncle Ruth, uncle Fidel, why are you here?" Chechen asked in surprise.

    "Fidel was very worried when he heard that Pedro was dead and took you to hunt bears," Ruth said.

    It turned out that Fidel and Pedro had expected to bet. Pedro just bragged and wouldn''t have the courage to kill a bear. Even hunters with muskets dare not say that a person can be sure of hunting a bear, let alone Pedro.

    But when Ruth came back and told him that Pedro had really entered the forest and brought Chechen, Fidel was a little worried. They left the camp together before they could report to Franco. Fortunately, the footprints of Pedro and Chechen were still left on the ground, so they found here.

    "Let the two uncles worry, thank you." Chechen said heartily.

    Fidel nodded. He just saw that they were all right. Ruth had fun with Pedro.

    "Where''s your bear, Pedro?"

    He expected Pedro to get nothing this time.

    Unexpectedly, Pedro immediately took something out of Cherchen''s pocket and threw it away when Ruth asked about the bear.

    Ruth caught it. By the light of the torch, Ruth could see clearly that it was a bear''s ear, and the blood on the cut surface of the bear''s ear had not solidified. It was obvious that the bear had just died.

    "You, you really killed a bear with your bare hands." Ruth was surprised that an egg could be stuffed into his mouth.

    "That''s, and don''t look who I am!" said Pedro triumphantly.

    "And, Ruth, you seem to bet that I lose. Will you give me the money now or now?"

    Ruth thought of the twenty he had lost, and Taylor was in pain. It was his life and death money for half a month.

    "Brother Pedro, for the sake of Fidel and I who came to help you in the middle of the night regardless of our own safety, you should avoid my share." Ruth flattered Pedro.

    "That''s not good. One thing belongs to another." Pedro put on a business look.

    When Ruth was disappointed, Pedro made him happy with a sentence: "but although the gambling money can''t be avoided, since you have come, you have a share. Cherchen and I will give you half."

    Not to mention anything else, even if there is a wound on the bear skin, you can buy at least one or two hundred Taylor. Seeing that Pedro was so happy to divide himself in half, Ruth immediately burst into tears and smiled.

    So they went back the same way. They padded a branch on the bear and dragged the bear back to rudnia with a rope.

    It was the next morning when they dragged the bear''s body back to rudnia. Such a huge bear was dragged back, which caused a sensation in the mercenary regiment. And everyone found that there was no wound on the bear except the ear, but it died in the hands of Pedro and Chechen. Even the most experienced mercenary can''t tell why. Even when Franco asked Pedro, Pedro smiled without answering. Only put the reason on God.

    "Because God bless," said Pedro.

    Of course, these words are not convincing, but since Pedro is unwilling to say, it is not easy for everyone to force a thorough inquiry. Besides the bear skin, Pedro generously contributed the whole bear to the mercenary regiment. Now, even those who lost money to Pedro shouted loudly.