Destiny Thief

Chapter 45 Turbidity III

Frode nodded again.However, from the corner of his eyes, he still maintained a high degree of concentration, always paying attention to the other party.

Canla?

As an Assailian, Flood certainly visited, a city known for its gem-working and art-making.Only due to the changes in the kingdom's situation in recent years, the days of peace and tranquility have passed, and those works of art that lack practical value are becoming less and less popular.The most profitable thing now is the trade from all parts of the kingdom to the north.

Frode adjusted the round-brimmed hat on Fu Fat's head.This is a kind of clothing favored by northerners, especially Nogo people, which can effectively block the sun and sand.Do as the Romans do when you enter the country, the current Frode happens to be dressed in an authentic Nogo costume, but his accent is still difficult to change.

"My hometown - is a small town near Kanla, Amelia, maybe you should have heard of it. I went to Kanla City during the New Year festival..."

Floyd's eloquence was quickly interrupted, and those "rebels" who were born in the Communist Party obviously didn't have much interest in his long speech.

"What's going on in Canra? I mean, what the hell has happened to Canra in the last few years?"

The middle-aged man with a thick scar on his face had a low voice, and when he reached a few syllables in the middle of the sentence, he asked almost word by word.

"Not much has changed."

Flood's answer was short.His facial expression was very flat, so flat that it was almost deliberate - he knew what happened in the city of Kanla after the sixth ETA war, but he was afraid to tell the truth to the other side, and those vicious prostitutes would go crazy because of it.

"I've heard some bad news and just wanted to make sure."

The middle-aged man's tone was calm, but the hidden sadness could not be hidden from Floyd's eyes - as a businessman who travels far and wide, excellent insight is a necessary basic quality.

"I'm sorry. You also know that most of the kingdom's bureaucrats and nobles are dogs who have forgotten their responsibilities and honor."

Frode deeply sympathized with this, but he did not let down his vigilance—the other party chatted with him like an old friend, but no one could predict what might happen next.

"Are you going to Avlon?"

The middle-aged man returned to his indifferent face.

"Yes."

Floyd replied frankly.He is very clear, and he believes that the other party is also very clear, there are only two directions for this road to go - along the northeast to Afron, or west to Karthus, the capital of Nogo, or even farther to Flying Eagle Fort and wild land.

The long queue of carriages is full of goods, and it looks like they are doing a lot of business—Kalsus is no longer what it used to be, and the once prosperous city has withered and desolate in the long years of war and gunpowder smoke , the property also becomes scarce.Although going there, most of the goods can be sold at a good price, but on the way back, it is difficult to purchase suitable and sufficient goods. For profit-seeking merchants, this is not a cost-effective thing.

Although the other party was from a military background, he was by no means a simple-minded person—— Frode secretly made a judgment in his heart.

The muscles under the thick fat on the arm were already tense, and Frode looked at the other side nervously - it was his first time to come to Northland for trade.I have heard of the notoriety of bandits and rebels for a long time.

The middle-aged man, as well as several of his companions, are from the Asaph—this shows that the other party is not from the local legion in the Northland.Reminiscent of the series of well-known battles, Frode can already confirm that the opponent is most likely from the Central Second Infantry Regiment directly under the royal family, or the more famous and elite "Blazing Flame Army" Sword", one of the three major knight orders in the kingdom.

While Flood was making various analyzes and guesses, the middle-aged man moved, and his thick, strong, dirty cowhide boots stepped on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.Froude raised his head and saw the rebels walking towards him.

A real elite fighter!Veteran who survived many battles!

The guys in the caravan secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva one by one.The opponent's steps were very neat, like a drum beating in their hearts, thump thump - making their hearts beat violently. This was a signal that a fight was about to begin. Although these young people who belonged to the caravan had never He has never been on a real battlefield, but he also smells danger from this unusual trace.

"Your Mightiness!"

Frode wiped the sweat off his brow and shouted.Big beads of sweat have already moistened the few strokes of hair on the top of his head, and dripped from the fat groove on his neck into his chest and back.But he couldn't take care of that much anymore, if possible, he would never face these elite fighters face to face.

He is just an ordinary businessman who was born as a mercenary.

The middle-aged man smiled on his face, the terrifying and ferocious scar was like a living poisonous snake, suddenly showing its sharp fangs.The heavy footsteps came to Floyd's body and finally stopped. Looking at the sweaty and fat businessman, the middle-aged man stretched out a finger.

"[-]% of the goods!" This is another rule besides fighting between bandits and merchants in the North.

"it is good--"

Frode lowered his head obediently, turned around, and gave the guy behind him a wink—maybe he didn't feel anything when he was far away, but when he got close to these people, he felt It's like being in the middle of a group of ferocious beasts.

He used to be an excellent mercenary, and it was because of his excellence that he accumulated enough wealth to form this caravan—Frod had a clear understanding of his level of combat skills.He knew that with him and the young men under his command, no matter how hard he tried and how courageous he was, he would never be a match for that group of veterans.Therefore, he chose to compromise and retreat.

Now, all he wanted was for the other party to keep his word and promise to be effective.With a group of buddies, Frode silently retreated towards the mountain road from which he came. Compared with the beautiful Leyl, Frode's life is more important to Frode.

The roped tarpaulin on the carriage was lifted, revealing large bundles of brand new armor and swords wrapped in butter—the eyes of the rebels lit up instantly, including the middle-aged man who took the lead.These things, even in the Northland of Elantra, where the situation is now collapsing, can be regarded as "contraband goods". In other words, these goods are really good things.

Frode felt his heart sink completely—the other party's joy was evident in his face, and he seemed to see the sad story of the bankrupt businessman, which would soon be staged on him.

(End of this chapter)