Unknown Knight

Soon, outside a dense forest near the Ismorola Castle, King Ragnar and King Yarogerk met. One of them had a stiff face and a sinister look, while the other pouted his mouth and stared with a look of dissatisfaction. After a few brief words, the tension immediately rose. If it weren't for the dissuasion of so many ministers around and the middleman Aix, looking at their enthusiasm, there is no doubt that they would roll up their sleeves and fight.

Life is really like a play and it all depends on acting. After the two kings finished their performance, their accompanying subordinates began to get down to business. The negotiations lasted from noon to dusk. From the perspective of Axe, a bystander, the whole process was very similar to the negotiations between the two gangs in the Young and Dangerous series.

The two sides sometimes mocked and cursed at each other, sometimes glared at each other, and in serious cases they even overturned tables and smashed bowls, and drew their swords. If they were not afraid of accidents because it was getting dark, they would probably have argued all night and failed to finish the negotiations. What kind of national demeanor is that? Let alone civilization. This is not the routine shown on TV at all. Axe saw it today.

Finally, after negotiations between several of the most senior nobles on both sides, the agreement was successfully signed one by one. It was similar to what Aix had discussed with King Yarogerk in Castle Roma. The Nord Kingdom nominally occupied Castle Ismorola and withdrew its troops from Castle Jerber. The Kingdom of Vigia demanded that the Nord Kingdom provide 5 kilograms of grain as compensation for free and organize merchants to sell at least 20 kilograms of grain to the Kingdom of Vigia.

After the negotiation, Aix did not follow any of them, but went directly to Dehrim City. In order to curry favor with the two kings, he subscribed for another 5 kilograms of grain. He had to deliver the grain to Roma Castle before the end of the war, so that King Yarogerk would firmly accept his favor.

That day, the caravan arrived at the city of Dehrim. The caravan trucks were almost full of food. After loading the stored food from the warehouse of workshop owner Prius, Aix and his party could go to Castle Loma to deliver the goods.

At the same time, Aix also wanted to ask through Boss Prius if anyone had any stored grain. Sure enough, Boss Prius did not disappoint Aix. With his help, Aix contacted several other brewery owners and ordered tens of thousands of kilograms of old grain.

But after the beer workshop owner left, Mr. Price looked at Axe and seemed to have something to say, but he was hesitant. Axe felt that this person was not superficial, so he asked more questions:

"Boss Prius, do you have anything else to say?"

"No big deal, it's just that a few customers who came to buy snow salt asked about you a while ago. They were from Sarande."

"Oh, sure, Boss Prius, you've even done business with the Sarandes."

Aix didn't expect that snow salt would have such a wide market, and thought it was time to expand production.

"People will get into trouble because of their own property, so adults should be more careful."

Boss Prius said seriously.

"Well, I will protect my property."

Aix had a rough understanding of what Boss Prius said. His identity and relationship were there, so Boss Prius didn't dare to say anything more.

That night, in the tavern of Dehrim City.

I have been quite busy recently, and I haven't been to such a place for a long time. Today, the mission to Dehrim City has been completed. I brought Fatis and Bandak here to relax, and I also had two purposes:

One was to use drinking as a medium to ease the relationship between Fatis and Bandak, who had a conflict over who Aix should marry. The two old brothers had even had a fight over this, and now they basically don't talk when they meet.

Secondly, Aix hoped to meet some useful talents here. After all, this city was located in the center of the entire continent, and there were many people coming and going. He might even meet heroic figures like Bandak and Fatis.

However, Aix was somewhat disappointed with the tavern today. It was true that there were many people, but there was no one who stood out. A bunch of mediocre people were surrounding a troubadour, listening to him singing erotic songs with great relish:

"The girl from Veruga is so gentle.

Selflessness healed my wounds

The girls in Veruga are so pretty.

Pull me and carry the cow to the pasture on the mountain

The girls in Veruga are so naive.

Leaving all the laughter on the entire hillside

The girls in Veruga are so kind.

I still can't forget that night

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At first Aix thought he was just a troubadour singing erotic songs, but as he listened, he was attracted to him. His low, slightly hoarse and melancholy throat, and his soul-touching voice were like a clear and high-quality MV, making Aix feel as if he had witnessed his love affair with the shepherdess.

His style is very similar to that of Jacky Cheung, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Hong Kong. It made Axe find the long-lost feeling, as if the cuckoo was crying blood, which made his ears pregnant and he was fascinated.

Unconsciously, three strangers stood beside him, and he didn't notice it. The one closest to him whispered to him:

"Chief Atis brings you greetings from heaven!"

Hearing this, Aix's hair stood on end and he quickly moved to the side, only to feel a pain in his ribs. A dagger, sparking, brushed past the waist of the man in striped armor.

Ever since he got this striped armor, thinking of the several times he was attacked, he always insisted on wearing this slightly lighter striped armor. In order not to attract attention, he also covered it with a loose linen robe.

It was this robe that saved his life today, preventing the enemy from judging the correct position of his body and allowing him to escape a fatal blow. However, he still felt a wet feeling under his ribs, and it was obvious that he was injured.

With a leap, Axe rushed out of the bar counter and avoided the siege of three people. Bandak and Fatis also reacted, each of them entangled a killer, but the killer who stabbed him rushed towards him regardless, with the dagger in his hand following him like a shadow, pointing directly at his chest. Seeing that Axe had no hope of survival, suddenly a white streak passed by his eyes. It turned out to be the troubadour who chopped off the killer's arm holding the dagger. At this moment, Axe also drew out his elite scimitar, swept it with all his strength, and a big head flew up in front of him.

Looking around, Fatis had already used his sword to deal with his entangled opponent. Bandak's close combat skills were obviously not as good as Fatis's, and his opponent was running towards the door of the tavern with his head in his hands.

"God will never forgive you for such a despicable act!"

A man in a robe near the door swept the killer's calf with a wooden stick in his hand, stepped on the dagger in his hand without waiting for him to get up, then knelt on the killer's back and held him. Bandak also ran over and started punching and kicking the killer.

Aix then felt a sharp pain in his waist. He felt blood on his hand and hurriedly sat down with the help of the table. Fatis saw that he was in trouble and ran over to support him.

The situation here attracted everyone. The man in the robe holding the stick and the troubadour came over. The man in the robe even lifted up Aix's torn robe and looked at it, and said to him:

"The wound is not deep, so it's not a big problem, but it needs to be cleaned and sutured promptly."

Hearing him say that the wound needed to be sutured, Axe couldn't help but shiver. He lowered his head to look at the wound under his waist and ribs. The wound was nearly two inches long and bleeding. It didn't need to be sutured. But then he thought again, it seems that not many people in this era know how to suture. He had learned that Catherine didn't know how to suture.

'It's over. On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, the time traveler Wang Baoping, codenamed Aix, died of wound infection!'

While he was daydreaming, he saw the man in the robe take out a clean cloth bag and a gourd from his bag. He opened the cloth bag, took out the needle and thread, and threaded the needle skillfully. Then he opened the gourd, poured the brown medicine inside on the needle and thread, and came over as if to sew up his wound.

Aix grasped the man's outstretched arm and said:

"Sir, you should wash your hands first, otherwise the wound will get infected."

"No, my medicinal wine can suppress inflammation. It contains dandelion, coptis root, isatis root and other herbs. Don't worry."

After hearing what he said, Aix realized that this person was a doctor, so he said to him:

"Please pour some medicinal wine on your hands and wash them. This will greatly reduce the risk of inflammation and infection of the wound."

"Oh? Is that so? Can you tell me why? Is there any particular reason for this?"

After hearing his words, the doctor asked anxiously, looking at him with bright eyes, seriously like a child.

Aix wanted to explain to him, but then he was speechless. Sir, I am bleeding! I can't explain it clearly for a while. But seeing his serious eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse.

Aix understood instantly that this was a doctor who was obsessed with medical research. Such people are usually pure and focused, and are also generally outstanding in their fields, just like Einstein and Wei Shen from Peking University. This is a talent, so he developed a love for talent and said to him:

"I can tell you, but it will take a while to explain. As long as you cure me and agree to one condition, I will teach you. And I can also tell you responsibly that if you learn from me, I can improve your medical skills a lot better than they are now."

"really?"

"Trueer than gold, I swear on my noble honor!"

Aix looked at him with a smile and nodded heavily to emphasize. The man showed a childlike joy when he heard his words, nodded to him, and believed it.

'What a heart of gold! ' Axe thought.

After hearing what Aix said, he carefully washed his hands with the potion in the gourd, and then applied some to the wound. A sharp pain made Aix's eyes go dark, and he almost fainted. He dared not watch him suture the wound, so he had to turn his face to the side, but he saw the wandering poet looking at him with a smile.

When Aix saw him, he felt very familiar with him, because he turned out to be an oriental man with black hair and black eyes, and he was very handsome. The amazing sword move he just made showed that he had extraordinary personal martial arts skills. Isn't he the talent that Aix was looking for?

So he clenched his fists and tried his best to endure the pain of the needle and thread piercing his flesh, and managed to keep his face calm. For the sake of talent, he also tried his best. With a relaxed face and a smile, he said to the wandering poet:

"Thank you very much for the hero's rescue just now. I am deeply grateful. May I know the hero's name?"

"I don't deserve to be called a hero. I'm just a wandering bard. If you don't mind, call me Niza."