Before Uriel and others reached the Valley of Sleep, Veniworth's hunting had already ended.
Quillen drew his ax and chopped off a man's head.
The steel blade scratched the skin, severed the spine, and cut the flesh, and the head rolled to the feet. Quillen grabbed his hair and turned the bloody head in front of all the sinners. The silver nails on the arms are like chains, firmly tying people's eyes to the palms.
"Weak!" The gangsters gathered in the street heard him howl. "Prey of the Wheel Gang!"
First there were scattered excited screams, and then people cheered collectively, the sound was like a wave. The bound people were trembling and slumped on the ground like criminals awaiting sentencing. But in fact, even they themselves don't know what their crimes are.
These people were all merchants and guards in the caravan, and the one who was beheaded was an adventurer. Escorting characters cannot rely on these few guards alone. They need the protection of the mercenary group when passing through the Meridian of Eternal Green.
But that was not a member of the Knox Mercenary Group. Of course, the adventurer's business must be led by the adventurer, and a single mercenary poses no threat to a large mercenary group. Such people are often trustworthy and have many channels of communication. Merchants obtain the protection of mercenaries through middlemen to reduce the risk index, and the mercenaries are responsible for the safety of the caravan after leaving the city in exchange for rewards.
After entering the city, the merchants no longer need the protection of the Knox mercenary group, but the middlemen still get together with them - the affairs of Four Leaf City have little to do with these merchants from the northern countries, they have come However, the Knox Mercenary Group could only return to the Four Leaf City, and they would rather wait for the matter to be completely over in Weniworth.
The middleman is eager to switch to another company - the Knox Mercenary Group is a well-known adventurer organization in the southern region, and the asking price can only be barely tolerated by the merchants. As the leading adventurer, he certainly did not dare to enrich himself from Knox.
An adventurer who is almost half a businessman would not do a job that is neither profitable nor labor-intensive.
However, this time it was different. In the past, entering the city meant being protected by the city defense patrol and the local lords, and the merchants only had to pay taxes; but now - the adventurer's dead head was still in the hands of the gang leader. Its protruding eyeballs and exposed dirty teeth still look like a human being, and its skin is as gray as a wax figure.
"Hunt! Hunt!"
The gangs are boiling and demons are dancing wildly in the narrow alleys.
Tie Deng stared at the dead body on the ground, or rather the broken neck of the dead body, and thought of the unstable and fallen water glass on the table for no reason. The liquid in the container flowed out from the opening and spilled all over the floor.
The blood was like hot springs, steam rising in the cold air. When people's breath and the evening breeze blew away the white veil, Tie Deng saw the reflection of the broken moon in the pool of blood.
The strange tranquility, the elegant crescent moon, the fragrant blood. The streets were littered with broken wood and long nails from iron boxes, which piled up and collapsed all over the ground. It's all rubbish, unsightly rubbish. In addition to fine wine and horses, gold, silver, cloth, spices, and fresh fruits, they are all useless rubbish, with Aconitum being the most important. These things extend all the way to the warehouse rented by the caravan, and its owner should rent it out after looking at the tenants.
Cackling... He tilted his head and caught the sound of the teeth of the nearest prisoner clenching. The guy's eyes turned white with fright, and he seemed to be going crazy when he was shaking.
There was no one on the street, which was normal. There are no patrol guards either. This is the order of the Holy Knights and it is normal.
"The Wheel Gang tells the rules." Tiedeng didn't see Quillen lower his palms. He only heard the leader's voice piercing the night sky, so he raised his head. "So—quiet!"
The noise suddenly disappeared.
"The black tide is rising."
No one dared to speak out, they all obeyed my orders. Quillen felt more and more the emotions surging in his chest, passionate, violent, and full of wildness. His tall figure stands out among these vicious gangsters. People neither dare to look at him nor look away.
He threw the heads far away and knocked down two idiots who couldn't avoid them. "White Moon Split——"
"The goddess will return!"
“He blessed us with our catch!”
“We want to enjoy God’s gifts!”
Every time he spoke, the bound merchants gasped. There were dozens of people in this group, like chickens surrounded by butchers, fluttering their feathers. Their leader was Cotton Merchant, who had appealed to the local noble Lancaster family for help long before the Wheel Gang invaded the warehouse. As a result, there has been no help until now.
Quillen jumped over the iron pedals, came to a prey, and stepped on his legs. The power of the mysterious creature broke Keton's thigh bone into two pieces, and he suddenly started wailing. Quillen approached him, "Are you waiting for the city defense team?"
"No! No! I don't want the goods, I'll give them all to you..." the cotton merchant cried bitterly, "Sir, please be kind and let me go! Let me go!"
"Don't want the goods?"
"It's all, it's all yours! Leave me a small life...there will be more next year..."
"You won't come to Winnie Watts next year." The words of begging for mercy were extremely humble, but the gang leader saw through his lie at a glance. This cunningness of a businessman is just naive to the gangster.
Keton was still desperately swearing an oath, swearing a poisonous oath on his own faith, his descendants, and even his entire wealth. If the priest were here, he would probably feel softened by the vicious consequences of breaking his oaths that he vomited. Quillen, the leader of the Wheel Gang, smiled. "The patrol has a day off today."
The cotton merchant suddenly let out a heart-rending cry.
He stood up and touched the silver nails on his arms. Tie Deng understood the meaning deeply and kicked the wine bottle to pieces.
"Enjoy your meal, guys."
…
Bonfire Town.
There were tracks all over the snow. Lemons walked all the way to the edge of the forest, but he didn't see any complete new snow. Two tits stopped on the last street lamp, tilting their heads to look at his back, their eyes dark, small and bright.
Suddenly, he turned around. "Arabella, you should go rest."
Priestess stood quietly under the street lamp.
"I don't feel tired."
The knight commander was helpless. "I don't want to talk to anyone either."
"I'm not here to chat with you." Arabella replied, "Something great has happened in this town."
"It can't be the undead, right?"
"Antique. An elf's golden cup."
Lemons was startled, "Elf Gold Cup?"
"It's in the hands of an Orion." Priestess turned around and paused for a few seconds, then motioned for the Knight Commander to follow. Without hesitation, he dropped the new snow that he had not found by the forest edge.
The tits on the street lamp flew up, chirped and fled into the deep forest.
The hunter's hut is not shabby, but it is still difficult to withstand the severe cold. Lemons added a handful of firewood to the fireplace. The fire was not yet strong. He glanced at Arabella, the priest who was discussing with the owner of the house to buy a gold cup, and flicked a bright light in with his finger.
With a loud bang, a large ball of flames rushed straight into the stone wall, and the eyes of everyone in the room suddenly turned around. The knight commander coughed, put his hands behind his back and looked out the window, frost and water dripping from the glass.
"Abi gold coins, we will pay you ten to twenty coins based on the degree of damage identified." Looking back, Priestess said.
Of course, the Elf Gold Cup is much more than this price. Its market value has the bonus of Elf culture, and the minimum is more than thirty gold coins. It's just that this kind of transaction is rare in Bonfire Town. If the price is too high, the Orions will be reluctant to take action.
Arabella has never overestimated the nature of mortals. She had seen through these low-level people who were always obsessed with lust during the demon hunting movement fifteen years ago. The council selects children with pure hearts to replenish their blood, and will never easily accept adults.
Orions make a living by hunting wild beasts. Monster corpses are valuable, but wild beasts are not. He simply could not imagine that a small cup could have such a price, which was equivalent to his entire Flame Moon harvest. The blazing sun emblem on Priestess' head made things smooth. She pocketed the golden cup without any effort.
Until they returned to the hotel where they rested, Arabella was also studying the patterns on the gold cup. "I have never seen such a pattern, and judging from the material, its wear and tear is not normal."
"An antique that lasts a long time, I only care about whether it is a mysterious object."
"Sometimes history is more important." Arabella said seriously. "After all, mysteries can be formed naturally, and are not as valuable as the objects themselves. If we can discover the origin of these patterns, we will know more about the civilization of the elves. .”
"The court of Faftanna is full of mist elves, and the council knows its opponents well."
Suddenly Priestess raised her head and stared at him, her eyes sparkling.
"You're right, maybe this isn't the mist elf's object."
