"Let's vote."
"What nonsense! There are six of us in total, what can happen?"
"Four against two, five against one." The other party immediately retorted, "That way no one will have anything to say. Just right!"
"More than six," the other guy corrected, "if you count the employers."
"We don't count him."
Hearing this, Merrimanvar's beard twitched. Opposite him, a man with a blue scarf and a silver feather on his head - the first employer of the great six-man adventure group - was lying on the crack of the door with his back to him, listening with his ears raised. The string singing coming from the ruins was so loud, but the extraordinary hearing given by his race still allowed him to capture the conversations of the mercenaries. This must have required such intense concentration that he didn't notice anyone coming from behind.
"My lord," Merrimanvar said.
The other party was so frightened that his feet slipped. "Ouch." Fortunately, he finally found his balance and stood up straight again. "You startled me, Merrimanvar." He had the nerve to complain.
The sound of bagpipes came from the window, which was an ominous sign. "I was too loud," Merrimanvar said sarcastically. "Please continue."
Sasje coughed. It turns out you also know how to blush. "Sorry. It's really inappropriate to do this." He argued, "I just care a little..."
"...What will we do with you? No. Their vote won't decide anything."
"it's up to you."
"Exactly." The mercenary captain motioned him to sit down to avoid breaking any more bones. "These people are my brothers, but they are not real brothers, nor are they cousins. These people do not understand... the rules of Sileif. In short, they do not understand the seriousness of the matter. But I think, this You should know better, right?"
The employer shrugged. "From your point of view, this is a strange thing to say. Do you want me to resist?"
"I would like to remind you, my lord, that being late is not something Sileif wants to see happen."
"There's chaos outside, and he still asks for time? This is impossible! I'm no longer what I used to be, so I'll just let him wait."
"I'm just a worker, sir. It's useless for you to tell me this."
"One to six. You'd better say it, Merrimanvar."
"Well, I definitely want you to give up those boring entertainment activities."
"Entertainment? No, you don't understand. That's my mission."
mission. Merimanvar thought. What is this? Teaching people to bleed, teach people pain, and finally deceive those who come after them are all necessary sacrifices. He has long forgotten the sense of urgency that his mission brings to him. After all, most missions in this world are often not in line with people's inner expectations. Merrimanvar did not dislike it, but if anyone regarded it as an honor, it was probably a newbie. "The demon hunting movement ended two years ago, Sasje, there is no benefit in retaining the title of hunter."
The other party was unmoved. "I'm not doing it for benefits, Merrimanvar. No words you say can change my will until I eradicate the last demon in the world."
"We are escaping the Skekks! Now the Nameless Ones are the hunters."
"They're going to regret this, I guarantee you."
Merimanvar felt a toothache. Damn it I need them to regret it. "Listen, Sasje, I don't want to convince you. There's no point. Now we have the same goal, to get out of this hellish place and return to the world of the living, back to Bures. On the bright side, we are Partnership." He gestured. "But I need to talk to you about how your actions have brought us..."
"……Influence?"
"obstacle."
Sasje snorted: "Cooperation is already a concession I have made, and it is absolutely impossible to stop hunting demons."
"Oh, let's be honest: it's not your demon-hunting behavior that's hindering the trip. As long as your hands and feet are clean and quick, and you remove all traces, we will be fine." Merrimanvar pointedly pointed out, "So why not Don’t you want to do this?”
The corner of Sasjie's mouth twitched. "...You are so overwhelming." He
I'm not angry, that says a lot. "It's a long story."
"Tell me the truth."
"I don't want to go back."
Merrimanvar's heart skipped a beat. Did he notice something? "Then you can't stay in Skix. This place doesn't belong to living people, let alone hunters."
This is less to say. In fact, as the territory of the "Bern Empire", Skix continues to attract unknown people, and the smarter hunters have already escaped. Those left behind in this haunted place are either the ghosts of hunters, or the dead brains who are about to join them. Sasjie is obviously the latter.
"There are a lot of demons in this world." He told the mad hunter, "Nine times out of ten, they are all in the Byrne Empire. If you really want to die, there is no future in Sijix waiting for nothing. There are all dead and dying people here... …You might as well go south.”
"Sjix is also a bye."
Not even close. Merrimanvar thought of the intelligence from Bures. If half of the information about the south was true, then Byrne had replaced Eastman and became the most vigilant neighbor of the Bures people. "Last week, there was a massacre in a town near Moniantoros. A group of small gangs formed an alliance, killed the lords, and captured the city. They tied the nobles in the city to pyres and burned them to death, just like you did to them Just like I did.”
Of course, such behavior is not without cost. It is said that the emperor of the Burles Empire was so angry that he took back the fiefdoms of the border lord families and asked the Archbishop and the Holy Knights to clean up the demonic association.
Merimanvar didn't know how far they had progressed. But he knew very well that the reason why the Nameless Ones dared to fight against Bulles was because of the Byrne Empire. Regarding the common enemy in this mysterious realm, Emperor Buress still maintained a cautious attitude.
Not so with hunters. "Then I will retaliate with tooth for tooth and blood for blood." Sasje said coldly, "The seven fulcrums are fighting each other to give the devil an advantage. Their war is over, but ours is not."
Easier said than done. The word war is just a concatenation of a few syllables, Merrimanvar thought, but it is not something that a fool like you can easily talk about.
"For the sake of my own kind, I have taken your wishes into consideration." He stood up and put his hands on the table. "But since your Excellency is not going to appreciate it, I have nothing to say. Tomorrow afternoon, the caravan will return to Eastman and pass through a section of the border in Bresse. We will be with these people."
"Not negotiable?"
"No... you should know that we are not real mercenaries right now. There are other people who issued these instructions." The mercenary captain sat back in his chair and rubbed his beard with his paws. "But this person can't be you, sir. As long as I give orders now, the brothers outside the door will swarm up, tie you up tightly, and put you into a tight-fitting puppet prop. Don't worry, there is not only a rope, but also a A layer of sponge will ensure that you don’t make any sound and you can be transported to your doorstep as well-behaved and sensible as a girl’s rag doll.”
"The surest way is to go back with a corpse."
You're still alive, but if you were really a corpse right now, even I wouldn't be able to bear it. "Well, of course it's because I don't have the ability to manipulate corpses." Merimanvar replied, "I have no choice but to continue packing. But I don't want the doll to stink and make people aware of it."
"You're really thoughtful." Sasje stood up suddenly, "But I don't need it." A deafening sound of music resounded through the ruins, and the room was filled with indistinguishable noise. "You saved my life, Merimanvar. I owe you this, but if you use this to force me to give up my career, it will be in vain."
"This is not coercion, sir. You have your job, and I have mine." The mercenary captain sighed. "Look, Blaise is better than Skix."
"This is different." As soon as he finished speaking, Sasjie jumped up and rushed towards Merrimanvar while holding the table. His movements were light and swift, and there was a sense of inhuman strength, which made the knife in his hand become threatening. The guy stood up the blade and pressed the back of the blade against the thick hair on the mercenary captain's neck, making a mark one finger wide.
Merimanvar felt no danger. "That's not how you use your toothpick."
"I don't want to do this, big man, you saved me
, this makes me look ungrateful! But right now I have more urgent things to do, and I can't let you go and deal with Sileif. "Sasjie glanced quickly behind him. "Tell your brothers, Merrimanvar, not to let them bother me."
"Don't worry, I dare say, these grandsons are not watching at all." Merimanvar paused for a moment, "What did the nameless one do to you?"
The knife slipped slightly, and its owner seemed to relax. "Me? The hunter and the devil are inseparable. There is no need for any reason."
"I'm referring to the reason why you became a hunter, my lord. Have you been harmed by demons? Did they kill your friends? Or betrayed you? Became enemies with you?"
"Maybe I just witnessed demons killing mortals." Sasje said behind the blue scarf, "For some illusory faith or something." Although he didn't seem to care about what he said. "Or it's purely related to interests. Think about it, if there is one less demon in the world, there will be more living space for the creatures of order. Isn't it?"
"Okay." Since he refused to say it, Merrimanvar had no other choice. "Your enemy is still in Sjix, right? Instead of fighting, we can resolve our differences."
As dusk approached, the music playing on the ruins outside the window—or rather, the howl echoing by thousands of people—became increasingly harsh. As for outside the door, the exchanges between the mercenaries continued, but the topics had gone all over the place. Sasje lowered his arm hesitantly, trying to gauge his attitude. "You want to help me?"
"I'm afraid it will be free assistance."
The hunter glared at him. "Why?" The knife was thrown back to the table. "Why?"
"We are cooperating. Your troubles affect our work, so I will try my best to solve it. It is reasonable."
"As far as I know, people mostly choose to solve the problem." The hunter raised his chin and pointed at the soft hollow dummy in the corner. It was made of hardwood and sponge, painted on the surface, had a dull expression, and had a mess of threads on its joints. "But you are giving me a wide berth."
"Yes, you owe me more than just your life now."
"To be honest, hunting demons is extremely risky, and your brothers may encounter bad luck."
"Our misfortune has been going on for a while," Merrimanvar muttered. "Every day we stay here adds another day to our misfortune. Where is your mortal enemy? Don't waste time!"
"...I don't know," the hunter confided, "I can only be sure that he is still in Skix."
So how do you know for sure? Merrimanvar really wanted to dig open his head and find out the answer. This is mostly useless. intuition. guess. Subconscious choice. It’s really a hell, it’s impossible even if you think about it. "Are you also his enemy? So you want to leave traces?"
"He'll come to your door."
"He found you?"
"So far, no."
I'm not surprised at all. "Then I can only give you one day at most. I dare say your enemy has already escaped. If you hurry up, you can catch up with the caravan." Merrimanvar thought for a moment, "I will let the brothers look for it together."
"This depends on professionalism..."
"The unknown ones are out there, and at best they are just nightingales." Merrimanvar told him, "We always deal with nightingales."
Sasje looked at him with those yellow eyes: "When I see Sileif, I will describe to him your efficiency and determination in performing tasks."
The words sounded almost sarcastic. "Efficient subordinates will stuff you into a doll. Remember, you only have one day, no matter what the result is, you must go."
But they didn't even find anyone, and no one came to look for him. That's how it should be. Merimanvar thought. If Sasjie's enemies were really here, they would have come to him while he was injured. The Ghost Celebration of Skix has begun. As long as the target is still alive, they will most likely leave. Whether they are professional or not is no longer important.
The Ruins Grand Movement was played with wind and beats to see off the participants. The only good thing was that in the early morning, it started raining heavily outside the mountains. It was pouring with mud and sand, and no one dared to set off in the rain. The caravan delayed its departure until the rain began to subside, so the mercenaries could catch a ride without having to hurry.
The mountain road is muddy and slippery, and the ride is comparable to
torture. Sasjie rode at the end, looking back frequently with regret. The ruins shimmered in the rain, and a new chapter began after ghosts and skeletons bid farewell to the caravan. In any case, it's a good thing that Fenti's gift didn't come in handy.
Merrimanvar enjoys the sounds of nature. There are no howling harmonies, no off-putting strings like the friction of an iron spoon, and no clumsy singing. The world has a completely new look. The drizzle and the gurgling mud actually have an indescribable charm. He began to think that the "Social Butterfly" song wasn't so bad after all.
Everyone was walking in the rain except the musicians. Kunzon and the dwarf Bataibach rode together, looking suspiciously in front of Sasijie. The puppets were prepared by them. In addition to chains, Fenti also provided a box containing ash, and "Fire Rain" Ashturo prepared a tube of arrows that can ignite. They whispered beside Merimanvar, and were disappointed with Sathje's choice - Sjix was cold and dark, and burning demons turned out to be an activity worth looking forward to.
It's just polluting the air. Merimanvar thought. He didn't want to burn anything at all. Back in Venevoise, people's strange desire for burning had made him nauseous. If the memory is too deep, the past will flash back in his dreams and he would rather eat raw food when he wakes up.
Merrimanvar slowly slowed down and landed next to Sasje.
"Come to spy on me, captain?" the demon hunter asked without raising his head.
"I have something to remind you."
"Speaking."
"About fire."
Sasje raised his head. "Fire is the source of life, the cause of mystery," he read, "Lucia, the fire of the gods, the sun and the light, the goddess of maidens. Justice to—"
"I mean the firewood, my lord," Merimanvar interrupted. "Are you a follower of Lucia?"
"No. I can only read words. I know Lucia Heather and Gaia." The hunter smiled. "You are talking about the rules of the tribe. The barbaric ancient customs and the crazy factor inherited by blood. To be honest, this is more exciting than the daily tasks of a hunter."
Merrimanvar had to admit that this guy was right: "Now they are even crazier."
"Don't worry, I escaped from Eastman before joining your family. I have long been accustomed to a life full of dangers."
That's not my family. "I'm worried about something else."
"What else? I'm not the enemy of everyone. I'm not that famous."
"A wolf hunting demons, which is unusual even in these times."
Sasjie frowned: "You mean Byrne? If you don't become a hunter, what else do they have with me..."
"Since the end of the demon-hunting campaign." Merimanvar interrupted him. "Since the Bain people began to expand northward, the family has never received news from the southern tribesmen. We have sent envoys, tried our best to contact the gardeners, and released several Only the crows returned in vain: the envoys and the gardeners disappeared, and only the birds flew back. The letters they brought were not opened. Judging from experience, this is also very unusual.”
The hunter's brows widened. "Is this the reason why Sileif wants me to go back? The clan members disappeared inexplicably in the devil's territory?"
Merrimanvar was undecided. "Anyway, you are both a tribesman and a demon hunter. He most likely summoned you for this purpose."
"Is there a place for me?" Sasjie smiled, "Okay, everyone is the same. If there is no benefit, I won't start early! The Ice Territory has been lost for a long time. It can be called the lair of the devil and the Holy Council of Radiance. It's all their fault that they didn't handle things cleanly seventeen years ago."
"We are not interested in the truth of what happened back then. Sir, the top priority..."
"Let me make a judgment: The Byrnes have occupied the Ice Territory, and those tribesmen who stayed in the south are either hiding or dead. As for the letter crows, it is impossible for these demons to reply to our letter."
The sound of the flute behind him no longer sounded, replaced by the sound of a piano. Jumping dance music hovered over the ruins, and countless crows chattered loudly, trying to join in the singing. The noise suddenly became a hundred times stronger, and Merrimanvar felt a "buzzing" sound in his head. He could not detect even a single human voice in this extremely poor ensemble. Damn it. What are the ghosts doing? Merimanvar put his ears to his head, never wishing so much
I am deaf.
"You'd better make the right judgment," he shouted, "otherwise, don't get involved in the patriarch's affairs!"
"It depends on the situation." Sasjie said, "My target may also be involved in things related to demons. Don't worry, we will separate the subsequent schedule and it will not affect you."
"For the sake of your fellow tribesmen, I have told you what will happen if you are sent to the south: you will disappear or be eaten by the local tribesmen. Since you insist on being their meal, you might as well make it happen."
"If you really want to drink my bath water from a bowl, then I have no choice but to agree." The guy joked nonchalantly. "I am a demon hunter, always will be. This is my job." This is no joke.
Merrimanvar could tell that this man had many things on his mind. The news he brought only made matters worse. The werewolf hunter was already troubled. Returning to Bures left him unable to relieve his emotions, and the mission of the patriarch Sileif...
He initially planned to send me, Merimanvar remembers the conversation. He flatly refused and left with "Pig Eyes" Peach's team to bring back a truly suitable candidate. "I know you are from the south, Merrimanvar. You are kindred spirits." Sileif handed him a letter. "Let him open it after entering Bliss's territory."
Whether it's Winnie Watts or Byrne, Merrimanvar will never go back. The broken moon cursed him, far more deadly than the werewolf's curse of cannibalism. Once I set foot on Kamaria's soil, the efforts of many will be in vain. He was willing to do anything to avoid this outcome.
Including leaving the task of exploring Byrne to the clueless Sasje.
Out of guilt, he had to make him less "clueless". In addition, Merimanvar had not opened Sileif's letter, but he knew that it contained a reward for Sasje, a reward that he could not refuse. This was also the fundamental reason why Sileif allowed Merrimanvar to refuse: the patriarch did not have the means to restrain him, but he had the means to control the demon hunter. Once the secret message is opened, it means that Sasjie can never look back.
Stepping into the territory of Bres means that the remaining journey is only half a day. It was the season when the moon was getting fuller, and Bliss was close to Eastman... No matter how harsh the request was made by Sileif, Sasje had no time to think about countermeasures.
The crow suddenly screamed, and Merrimanvar suddenly turned around and saw a black shadow flapping its wings in the forest. Somehow, a gloom cast over his heart. If I'm going to do something, it's best to do it now. "I have an email here—"
"Mudslide!" Scout Pegasus came back to report, "There is a mudslide a hundred yards ahead, we must take a detour!"
"There is no way around it!" the commander holding the compass said angrily, "There is a steep slope on the left and a mountain wall on the right. Do we need to dig through the ground and move forward?"
"Sixty yards ahead! Highland cave!" Another scout came to report.
The commander looked up at the sky. The drizzle is like beads, and the momentum is gradually weakening. "The carriages and horses went to the cave to rest, and we gathered our hands to clear the road."
doom. Merrimanvar thought to himself, we had not gone very far when we were forced to stop. Now that the heavy rain has stopped, although the threat of mudslides is not great, caravans and carriages cannot pass. As hitchhiking mercenaries, they had to help.
Including Sasjie, a total of six people went to help. "Social butterfly" An Xiu can stay comfortably in the car and entertain the adults by playing and singing. Music floated out of the cave and into Merrimanvar's ears. They were hidden in the damp hair and were not at all attractive. He tried his best to resist the desire to shake them. Maybe they built a campfire and enjoyed the dryness and heat.
"What are you singing about? It's annoying!" the dwarf muttered. "A beautiful and kind-hearted lady, but she is deaf."
Sasjie's expression seemed to be in agreement. This person's attitude towards the mercenaries was different. He gave respect and kindness to Merimanvar, and appreciation and admiration to "Fire Rain" Ashturo, "Parrot" Fenti and maintenance engineer Barbatai. In the end, he also gave his contempt to Anxiu and Kunsong. This man is a warrior who worships courage and skill, and he shows this quite clearly.
But he never laughed at An Xiu, and he probably knew that it was the musicians who led them to find a way to make money, and also found a convoy to leave the ghost realm. Without money or herbs, the mercenaries would definitely just hold the box and leave without dragging a stubborn hunter with them.
Find enemies.
In Merrimanvar's view, most mortals are actually unable to do this, and the stingy nobles do not hesitate to be polite - of course, it can only be superficial etiquette. Human nature is the same. Even Sileif, whose family is in Bures, has to be called "Sir" respectfully.
Even if this Sir is a werewolf.
It seems that the Bres people don't understand the customs of werewolves, Merrimanvar thought while digging through the mud, but the Eastman people don't. Long before Byrne gained power, strange legends had been circulating in the South: snowmen, werewolves, winged knights, hell, witches, abandoned mines leading to elven ruins, and the winter god... These stories are for children. Bedtime fairy tales are wonderful secrets for explorers and outsiders. Everyone says so.
The people of Bures had no such imagination. In their eyes, the Eastmans are a small, weak country, an uncivilized barbaric people on the edge of darkness, but they are still considered a kinsman. The mortals of Breth—including most of the unlit and low-level adventurers he saw—always fantasized about the poverty, humbleness, and greed of southerners, but they absolutely could not imagine that werewolves would sacrifice their own kind, or even blood relatives. Cannibalism. Sileif became a knight precisely because of the inertial thinking of these people.
Merrimanvar had been a member of his family for three years, or perhaps less. Nowadays, the clan leader Sileif, who once led everyone to hunt monsters and sacrificed the elders of his clan to the moon to gain protection, has not only perfectly integrated into the upper class society of the Bures Empire, but also dragged his clan members into his power game. Merrimanvar didn't want to be his pawn.
As for the hunter Sasje, Merrimanvar slowed down his movements. Whether this guy is dead or alive, what does it have to do with me? His fate is not in my hands. When you think about it, since Broken Moon always wins, his actions - following orders or showing the letter in advance - don't seem to matter that much.
At this moment, everything suddenly fell silent, and the discordant notes that were constantly coming from behind stopped abruptly.
Merimanvar turned sharply. Footsteps. He immediately looked towards the cave, but saw no sign of the stranger. The guards were looking intently, the servants were performing their duties, and everything in the camp was as usual except for the music. Could it be that Madam finally regained her hearing? Or was it that the servant who was watching couldn't help but dismantle the broken piano?
People didn't care about the sound of the music as much as Merimanvar. Maybe they didn't hear it at all. He saw Asturo shoveling a shovel of earth, the muscles of his arms tensing and pulling against each other. He also heard Fenti taking off his pants and humming behind the bushes - this guy sang much better than Anxiu.
But Sasje must have heard it. He raised his head and looked behind him, but was caught by the guard. "Don't be lazy!" he shouted to the hunter, then walked towards Merimanvar. Next to him was a short man who looked completely different from him.
Merimanvar couldn't help but look at the other person. This guy dressed like a fish, covered in shiny metal pieces, and holding a clanking tripod, was not a stranger. This person is one of the many noise makers that Madam has collected in Sjix, and his status in her heart is as high as that of An Xiu.
"My lady wants to see you," the guard told him.
The mercenary captain dropped his shovel, "Do you want me to wash my hands?"
"No need. Follow him."
The guy wearing metal scales smiled to show his indifferent attitude. But when Merimanvar stood before him, he took a step back. "Are you a wolf or a dog?"
"I am a mercenary, sir."
"It's obvious. You'd better stay away from me."
Worried about me using one hand to twist off the little bump on your neck? Very reasonable. "Ma'am, are you looking for ***?"
The other party had no intention of responding. "Get away from me, you stinky dog."
You are wrong. We just took a shower and used the same shower head. You should treat us equally. Merrimanvar puts on his hat. In his mercenary group, only Anxiu would spend money on perfume. Naturally, the owner of the caravan also smelled of perfume, but it had been raining for so long, and all he could smell was the fishy smell of earth.
Merimanvar had no chance to meet this lady who kindly saved Anxiu. From the mouths of her men, what the mercenaries heard were rumors, dirty jokes, the types of cargo coming and going from the stations and the caravans. Even from a few stewards, they got rough comments, like
Such as having a sweet voice, being kind-hearted, not caring about trivial matters, or being slightly curious.
Of course, her generosity was highlighted.
A person's wealth does not mean that he is generous, which may mean that he has ulterior motives. Asturo was born into a minor nobleman and knew the secret behind wealth. "Unless she is a bastard in a boudoir, it will never be simple." Huo Yu warned. "As we all know, pure girls don't stray so far from home." We'll find out the answer in a moment.
He followed Asturo's advice, but he needed to be flexible, otherwise they would still be having trouble in the Skikes. When Anxiu proved that the caravan's goods were indeed real, Merrimanvar stopped pursuing the truth to avoid unnecessary trouble. After all, if this woman really had any plans, Merrimanvar could reject her.
An Xiu and his piano were waiting in front of the cave intact, and stood up as soon as they saw him. "Merrimanvar. This is the captain's name."
"Madam." The mercenary captain lowered his head.
"What an Eastman," said one of the sweetest voices Merrimanvar had ever heard. "Are you from Iron Claw City? Or the Four Leaf Territory?"
"I grew up in the Four-leaf Territory, sir." This is of course a lie, but it can effectively avoid some trouble.
"Play a song for us, my dear," the woman said to Anxiu. "You don't seem to be human?" She continued to ask amid the music.
Merimanvar's ears twitched slightly under his hat. How many secrets did An Xiu reveal? "That's it, I probably have some alien blood."
"Is this the case with the dark tribe in the dark land?"
No matter how innocent you act, I won't believe a word of it. "You summed it up perfectly, ma'am."
"what can you do?"
He looked up. "I am a mercenary. I have people under me who can take on many tasks or do things for you."
"need money?"
"The money and orders will be issued together, and we will improve efficiency." Merrimanvar shrugged, "Of course, you can also pay in installments. The deposit ratio is not high, after all, we are not famous."
"Dear Ann, tell me that you are adventurers who travel through mysterious realms," the woman said.
"He didn't say we can go without food or drink, right?"
"That's true." The woman smiled. She is good-looking, but she is no longer a girl. Merrimanvar was right in his judgment. The owner of Eastman's caravan was undoubtedly a married woman and nearly middle-aged. "You know what we're doing here at Skix?"
"I see people coming to buy goods, ma'am. You are trading, albeit from a great distance."
"Of course I'm here to sell musical instruments...and a lot of post-disaster supplies to fulfill the obligations of the Chamber of Commerce."
Merimanvar did not expect this answer: "Your chamber of commerce must have been founded by Gaia believers, my lord."
"I don't know about this. President Sasbeth Blenken has never had obvious religious characteristics, and he treats different believers equally. Maybe it's because of his clients' requirements. We are the same as your team, Merrimanvar, Qian Issue it together with the order, and we’ll get started.”
"You're right. But in my eyes, you are making a deal that benefits both sides: the people in the Veil Mountains are being saved, and you are making many times the wealth of Eastman."
"All in all, merchants and mercenaries are actually just looking for profit." The owner of the caravan rubbed the ring on his finger and glanced at An Xiu. The musician stood aside with Qin in his arms and smiled at her. This kid has only spoken one word to Merimanvar since he walked into the cave. "I also have a win-win deal for you."
Merimanvar thought of the footsteps disappearing into the cave. "Please tell me. Short of returning to Eastman, I will do my best."
"Isn't Eastman your hometown?"
I swore that I would never set foot in Kamaria again in this life. Eastman was too close to her. "I am responsible for my brothers," Merrimanvar told her. "I will never send them from one battlefield to another."
"Well done. It would be great if my husband's boss had a leader like you, but it's a pity that he didn't wake up and couldn't change jobs in time." Female
The person said calmly. She lowered her hand and the gem flickered in the candlelight. "It means that some people are destined to be unable to escape the war. Merrimanvar, I have a message for you to convey."
"Message? To whom?"
"I have no idea."
You are really the same as Sasjie. "Without an accurate target, how can I convey it?"
Woman smiles. "We have another clue. Listen to me, Merimanvar. Someone will find you. He is the first star born in thousands of years. He will burn this dark age." Her voice gradually fell. "Tell him not to trust traitors."
"That's it?"
"That's it." The wife of Blenken Chamber of Commerce turned her head and met An Xiu's eyes. "I can give you a deposit." After the song ended, she motioned to the musicians to continue playing.
The noise rose and fell again, and all sounds became muffled. Merrimanvar frowned. Just then, a guy covered in sequins who looked like a fish came out from behind her, holding a shadow. In the flickering candlelight, the outline was revealed.
...It was simply a human head. A clean hand grasped the tangled hair, blood dripped down, and the smell was covered by the stronger perfume. An Xiu's plucking hand trembled. The man grinned at him.
I see. Perfume masks odors, noise blocks prying eyes, and pets can serve as bodyguards. There is no doubt that this woman is a qualified businessman. "Who is this?"
"I?"
"No. The shorter one."
The man turned his arms, revealing his face hidden under the messy hair. stranger. Merrimanvar did not recognize the face at all. "This guy wanted to attack his master, but he didn't have time to introduce himself before he died. Don't you know him?" he asked.
"I should recognize... Huh." Wait, although this guy is not anyone in Merrimanvar's memory, he does match the appearance of the enemy described by Sasje. Damn it, he really caused me trouble! She must have thought we were in the same group.
"Then you will know soon." The woman said, "There are many rewards. Since you are respectable adventurers, there will be no shortage of real money... and there will be no shortage of enemies. From me, you have obtained a Isn't the death of the enemy not enough to fulfill the mission? Please remember, Merrimanvar, to convey my words."
Obviously, if he doesn't agree, Merimanvar will gain many living enemies. There are probably as many as the entire Blenken Chamber of Commerce. "Last question. Did you know I would join you? Honestly, do you know me?"
"No," the woman responded in a sweet voice. "Before today, I knew nothing about you."
Yeah? Find a random mercenary to convey the message, and hope that he will be lucky enough to encounter the first star? There is also a head deposit, which sounds like complete nonsense. Merimanvar felt that he was in a scam and that everyone was lying for some purpose. Businessmen are only interested in profit, and lying does not require capital... Oh, it's not that there is no money at all, someone paid with his own head. Is this woman a magical witch or a crazy woman who kills innocent people?
Suddenly, a possibility flashed into his mind. Maybe neither.
"Someone found you." Merrimanvar said in disbelief, "Just like you found me... a stranger? A business partner? He found you and asked you to pass the message to fellow travelers!"
The candles in the cave were flickering and the noise was even louder. "That's it. I've been rewarded. So do you, Merimanvar, remember your mission."
