It was easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. Carlos originally thought that Sylvie would let Wigma start another teleportation circle to send everyone back.
However, after discussing basic cooperation matters, Steve Watson led everyone to walk about two kilometers, and then in a shelter camp, Carlos saw an airship with a very goblin style.
"Mrs. Praise, Jack Sparrow is at your service."
Greenskins, goblins.
"Madam, your staff is really full of talents."
Carlos couldn't help but complain.
"The Morgan Consortium has a relatively broad business scope. Booty Bay has 17% of our shares."
Sylvie Morgan calmly took out a pair of goggles and put them on.
"Captain Jack, send our distinguished guest to Camp Four."
"No problem, ma'am."
After Steve Watson guided Carlos and his men onto the airship, he locked the door.
"Uh!? Sylvie, don't you come with us?"
Carlos shouted in confusion from a distance of more than 20 meters.
"I have something else to do. I need to go to Camp No. 17 at the bottom of the mountain. We will probably meet again tomorrow. Please don't worry."
After saying that, Sylvie Morgan walked to the material storage point of the camp, opened a windproof and waterproof linoleum cloth, and rolled out a dump motorcycle. The mysterious mage Wigmar consciously sat in the dump truck, and then Sylvie Morgan lifted her skirt around her waist, revealing tight leather pants and long wind boots, and straddled the transportation tool towards the gradually rising airship. Everyone on board waved goodbye.
"Steve, what's the name of this mountain?"
"Qiu Mingshan."
Carlos felt like he was in a mess.
Although standing on the bow of the airship blowing the wind seems to be a very cool thing from the third person perspective, as the person involved in the first person perspective, Carlos felt that his face was tight and his head hurt. The goblin airship has always maintained an altitude of at least two thousand meters, and the lush forest below is not worth seeing. Carlos decided to take a rest in the cabin and have a good chat with Steve Watson.
About two hours later, the airship docked.
The Redridge Mountains stretch endlessly in a canyon cleft. The Morgan consortium built what was known as Camp Four.
I have to say that Captain Jack Sparrow's driving skills are really good. The width of the top of the canyon crack is only fifty meters, while the width of the goblin airship is about thirty meters. It is by no means an easy and comfortable thing to lower the airship safely with such a primitive directional power control system.
"Your Majesty, we've arrived at the station, let's get down."
Walking on the escalator connecting the airship, it shook a lot. Although Carlos pretended not to care, he was still a little scared. But there are not always unscrupulous people who want to harm me. The escalator is very solid. After regaining his feet on the ground, Carlos stamped his feet heavily to dispel the subtle feeling of weightlessness in his body.
"This is our arsenal and material warehouse. It is very secret. Your Majesty can take a rest."
Steve Watson bowed and then led Carlos and his party to the room to rest.
You need to be careful when going out, even if the two sides currently seem to be allies. Carlos's guards still refused the other party's warm hospitality.
Carlos has a room, two people are on guard indoors, four people are on guard outside, and the other six people are resting in another room no more than 20 meters away from Carlos' residence.
Camp No. 4 was built on both sides of the canyon. Even though it was hidden and difficult to attack, it was difficult to evacuate in case of emergencies. This forced the guards to be extremely alert.
"Your Majesty, what are the guys from the Morgan Consortium doing? I don't quite understand their behavior."
Seeing Carlos half leaning on the bed reading a book, the guard hesitated for a moment and finally expressed his doubts.
A personal guard that Carlos can take with him. They are talents worth cultivating in themselves.
Carlos doesn't like the kind of fool who only knows how to execute orders. Loyalty is more important than thought. People who do everything by themselves will eventually die of exhaustion. Only by establishing a common goal is the only way to move forward together.
So Carlos didn't mind answering his subordinates' questions.
"Based on the conclusion, we need their help in terms of finance and influence, and they need our support in terms of force. Since everyone needs each other, the possibility of falling out is unlikely. If you don't understand anything, just treat it as a juggling act. , don’t worry too much.”
"But Your Majesty, you have too few guards around you! Although I personally think you are invincible, no matter how strong your personal force is, it cannot be compared to an entire legion. I am very worried."
Carlos opened his mouth, but finally said nothing and continued to read with his head down.
It is acceptable for subordinates to show their loyalty, but it is inappropriate to throw the troubles of being a leader to subordinates.
During dinner, Steve Watson led Carlos and his party down from the layers of canyon buildings to the bottom.
A whole cow has been roasted golden on the campfire, and the smell of honey and spices is spreading everywhere.
You know, grilling whole animals such as roasting whole lamb and roasting whole beef is not an easy thing to do. You need to bake it little by little over medium heat and brush the seasonings on the meat layer by layer to make the meat fresh and tender and let the seasonings The taste is soaked in it. Generally, roasting lamb requires three to four hours of roasting, but for a big piece of beef, without six to eight hours of continuous roasting, the meat on the surface will be burnt and the inside will still bleed. Not a skilled hunter or a professional. A trained cook simply cannot cook a whole roasted beef dish.
The protruding rock wall above the head had been blackened by fireworks, and the remaining smoke was blown away by the howling canyon wind. However, where Carlos and the others sat, the weather was calm.
"Your Majesty, is this place not bad?"
Steve Watson finally pulled out the long dagger from his waist, cut off the most tender part of the back of the beef, put it on a porcelain plate and handed it to Carlos respectfully.
"You really enjoy it."
Carlos answered the question incorrectly.
Most people think that beef ribs or beef tendon are the best parts, but this is not the case. Apart from the meat and tendons, when it comes to meat quality, the beef tenderloin is the best. The meat is tender and smooth, with a soft texture. What Steve Watson cut off was the smallest part after the shoulder blade.
"My work requires it, Your Majesty. You have forgotten that our market has to deal with dignitaries from various countries. If you don't know how to eat, drink and have fun, you won't be able to do this job well."
Steve Watson's answer was impeccable.
With a wink, Carlos stopped his subordinates from preparing for a drug test. Carlos took a taste and found that it tasted really good.
There are too many ways to kill someone. Why use such a thankless method, take precautions for the sake of precaution, and make it so obvious to others? This is too much of a show of loyalty.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry too much. Let's have some fun tonight, and we'll have to wait until my wife arrives tomorrow to explain the business."
How could a guy like Steve Watson, who lives in aristocratic circles, not understand the formality? He spoke out his words first, then clapped his hands, and more than twenty pretty maids walked out with laughter. Serve guests for this campfire dinner.
"..."
Carlos frowned, but quickly calmed down.
Living in troubled times, you can die as soon as you want. Someone is paying the bill, so why stop your men from enjoying themselves for a short period of time.
Carlos's guards looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally they all stared at Carlos.
"go Go."
Carlos waved his hand impatiently and continued to eat roast beef.
"Why don't you go?"
"I have a fiancée at home."
"Why don't you go?"
"I'm gay."
"Ahem..."
Looking at the two guys following him, Carlos moved his butt calmly.
But Steve Watson remained calm and poured wine for everyone.
The night is dark. Along the coastline northwest of the wetland, small boats constantly go back and forth between the battleship and the coastline.
The muddy tidal flats were too dangerous. Even walking in casual clothes was in danger of falling in. The precious mana of the masters was not willing to be used to bless the soldiers with lightening techniques, so they could only be picked up one by one.
A total of six battleships stayed silent in the fog like giant beasts, while Alterac soldiers landed slowly and orderly.
"It's too slow. Your Majesty's whereabouts are unknown, and we are here breathing in the fog. It's too slow!"
Ymir paced impatiently.
"General, Your Majesty has His Majesty's considerations. It is not our turn to question His Majesty's decision."
Carlos's receptionist in the wetland didn't look very good. It's amazing that you Ymir turned into a general. As personal guards, don't we have the day to be promoted? Who can show our faces?
"Raistlin. Is there any way to locate His Majesty's location?"
Ymir turned to the black-robed mage who was collecting herbs and asked.
"No, yes or no."
The black-robed mage answered thoughtfully, but his attention was focused on the thorn grass in front of him.
"Don't worry about it blindly. My king is wise and powerful. Just follow his plan."
Thick fog shrouded the area and visibility was less than thirty meters. Sora Starbreaker's voice came, but he was nowhere to be seen.
After a while, the former high elf ranger appeared in front of everyone.
"The smell of blood?"
Raistlin sniffed and asked doubtfully.
"Well, fish-man eyes are a rare delicacy. After all, there are still horses after the men are laid. Don't think about finishing before dawn. It's only right to get some midnight snacks."
After speaking, Sola threw a bloody bag to Raistlin.
"Use silver leaf grass powder and ghost algae moss to remove the fishy smell. Add some thorn grass when roasting. The one in front of you will be good."
"I owe you one more time after I finish. Is my favor so cheap? You just need me to do things that a serf can do?"
There was no fluctuation in Raistlin's words, and there was no reference to his mood at all.
"No, no, no, it's just that you will owe me a favor sooner or later, and it would be a waste to keep it."
After listening to Sola's speech, Raistlin's eyelids twitched visibly.
If His Majesty hadn't named this female elf to accompany him, Ymir would have gone crazy. But at this moment, he could only ask respectfully: "Master Sora, how should we find Your Majesty?"
"you ask me?"
"Yes."
"Who am I asking?"
"you……"
"Okay, I won't joke with you anymore. Raistlin is afraid of things, but I'm not afraid. When the stars shine brightly, I will do divination."
Although Ymir thought Sora was crazy, he had no doubts about her ability and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't think that I am arrogant and domineering. Everything we have now is given by His Majesty. If His Majesty has any shortcomings and the kingdom falls apart, it will be considered easy. Can you understand my feelings?"
After explaining to the accompanying bodyguard, Ymir stopped talking.
General Ymir had a severe headache for his wayward king.
Alterac now has 70,000 troops, but it can't transport them.
The alliance has mobilized all sea ships to prepare for the upcoming expedition south. At this moment, mobilizing six warships from Nanhai Town is already the limit. You can't spread the news that your king went south and lost contact all over the world, right?
"Actually, I'm very confused, why don't you go back to the ship and ask Fang Brick, that guy must know something."
Sora asked, tilting his head while playing with the dirt on his toes in boredom.
"I hope to find His Majesty, and Master Fang Bian will never disobey the King's wishes."
After thinking for a moment, Ymir expressed his concerns.
"You want to make decisions for your king?"
"Shouldn't your Majesty point it out if the King makes a mistake?"
Realizing that his voice was a little loud, which attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers, Ymir lowered his voice.
"All the monkeys on the mountain started jumping around again while His Majesty was away. The kingdom needs its king now!"
So, you are just a general, and Carlos is the king.
Sora understood Ymir's subtle hint, but didn't take it seriously. Instead, he joked: "When we meet, I will have sex with Carlos. You call him the monkey king."
"Come on, His Majesty is not interested in you."
Only in this regard, Ymir dared to joke with Sora.
"Just because it doesn't happen now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. It's easy for a woman to chase a man. Besides, I'm so beautiful."
Sora ended the topic smoothly. (To be continued.)
