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A few days later, Fleur made a choice and decided to join the Temple Guard. Then became an honorable soldier under Captain Jessica.
After all, he was a rare great swordsman, and the resources Fleur got were no worse than Jessica's. Beta went to the elf forest in the south from time to time, and got acquainted with twenty druids.
These elves will guarantee the growth of food in the wetland in the future, and it is very necessary to have a good relationship with them.
As for getting along with the elves, with the experience of getting along with the Greenton father and daughter, Beta was able to do a job with ease. In less than three days, these druids regarded him as an acquaintance.
Although not to the point of good friends, but chatting, will not be so scruples.
There is another factor, that is, Emilia played a big role in it. She gave full play to the initiative of the position of 'envoy'. At the very beginning, when the druids didn't quite trust Beta, they were in the middle, stirring up the topic, so as not to make the atmosphere embarrassing.
Without her, Beta might still have to spend a lot of time to make these druids feel at ease.
At the same time, the intelligence system of Woking City reported that they seemed to have found traces of the Temple of Life assassination team outside the wetland.
Wild Forest City.
A caravan stopped at the city gate for inspection.
Several city guards turned over the wooden cart and looked at the goods on it. There are two carts of dry goods, three carts of furs, and two carts of weapons.
The condition of the weapons is not very good, but each one is worth at least a silver coin. Several city guards each took a weapon from the wooden cart.
Then the leading officer waved his hand and said, "Passed, let's go."
The owner of the caravan looked as if he was too angry to speak out, and with a compensatory smile, he asked his servants to cover the canvas on the wooden cart again, and then entered the city.
It's just that as soon as he entered the city, the expression of this ordinary-looking caravan owner immediately calmed down, and his eyes were quite indifferent.
The caravan found a hotel to stay, and the wooden carriage was placed behind the hotel. They were as careful as returning a caravan, haggling with the hotel owner about the accommodation fee, and the food they ate was rough, no different from an ordinary caravan.
But in the middle of the night, the caravan master and four servants appeared in the shadowy alley, and no one saw how they got here.
"It's very close to Woking City now." The caravan owner's eyes became quite sharp, even affecting his ordinary face, it became gloomy: "But I don't know why, I feel very uncomfortable, It's like there are many eyes watching."
"This is Hollevin, the territory of the God of Wealth. It's normal to have more guard posts."
"But I think those ordinary people look at us strangely. They seem to be suspicious of something."
"Not only us, they look at all the caravans, as well as foreigners. It seems that they want to see if our foreign merchants are fat?"
"After all, all the caravans come here, it seems to them that they are giving them money." Someone explained.
"Anyway, I feel something is wrong."
Listening to the discussions of his subordinates, the caravan owner pondered for a while, and said: "Tomorrow we will leave the city as originally planned. But after leaving the city, we will find a remote place and throw away all our things. Change to the identity of the second plan."
"Understood." Several subordinates nodded.
They have the right to discuss, but the final decision is naturally still in the hands of their leader.
The next day, the caravan left Wasteland City as planned.
When they went outside the city, they deliberately did not take the stone avenue built by Woking City, but walked the muddy saplings before. This road is almost deserted because no one has walked it for several years.
The wheels were crushed on the thin layer of snow, and they walked to a deserted corner. There was no one in the front, back, left, and right sides. The only sound around the road was the whistling of the winter wind, and the occasional empty honking of a falcon.
A few people got into the woods, and after they came out, they turned into a few beggars in ragged clothes. They nodded to each other, divided into two groups, and headed towards the wetland in different directions.
As the actual leader of the assassination team, an assassin close to the legendary level, Rufus felt very uneasy these two days. He always felt that tsunami-like things were rushing towards him in all directions.
After disguised as a beggar, this feeling is much less. He breathed a sigh of relief, and walked on the stone road with two subordinates.
In order to act more realistically, he purposely made himself and his teammates hungry last night, and now he looks completely weak.
On the stone road, there are many caravans coming and going. Generally speaking, in winter, few caravans dare to run outside. After all, in winter, most civilians stay in the city, and the robbers will become crazy if they have no food source.
As long as a caravan dares to appear in the wild, the robbers with noses as sensitive as wild dogs will never let them go.
But in Hollevin, nothing like this happened.
Hollevin's robbers were almost emptied out by the Cult of Wealth and the Mercenary Union. Even the rest are hiding in the deep mountains and old forests to hunt, not daring to come out casually.
A caravan passed by them, and a middle-aged man on it saw the three beggars shivering in the cold wind, so he dropped two pancakes.
One of them had been bitten, and there was still some saliva left.
Rufus picked up both pies with a look of ecstasy. First he bowed down to thank the people in the carriage, then divided the two pancakes into three and gave one to each of his subordinates, while he bit into the saliva-filled pancakes.
Although he felt nauseated in his heart, his face was full of a smile that only when he had eaten delicious food.
I am an assassin, I have no feelings, let alone shame.
The middle-aged man who threw down the pancake sat in the carriage and left contentedly, his face was full of satisfaction that he had done a good deed, maybe saved someone's life.
The three beggars walked on.
Their destination is the next city, Lake City. If you stay in Lake City for one night and set off the next day, you will officially enter the wetland area.
In the evening, they reached Lake City and joined another team.
In the dark and deserted alley, they found an uninhabited wooden house that was about to collapse as a temporary residence.
It is normal for a beggar to live in such a house.
"Tomorrow we will officially enter the wetland, and all actions must be more cautious." Rufus said in a low voice: "The Pope sent us here because he has the determination to kill Beta. The few of us, as long as we find an opportunity , It is easy to kill Beta. He is a pope, and he is young, even if he has legendary strength, he is not an embroidered pillow."
Several others also chuckled.
As we all know, most of the coaches are really strong on the surface, but if they really fight, they can display 60% of their abilities.
The power of the pope is bestowed by the gods, and they are better at internal affairs than fighting.
Rufus was already very close to the legendary assassin, as long as he was within 20 meters of the so-called pope, he would definitely be sure to kill with one blow.
Killing a legend might allow him to break through the shackles and become a true legendary assassin.
At this time, a subordinate suddenly said: "Boss, don't you find it strange?"
Rufus looked at him, frowned and said, "Just talk about it."
"It stands to reason that there should be a lot of beggars in every city. Why do we see fewer beggars in the city the closer we are to the wetland?"
"Could they all be frozen to death... In this weather, beggars who have nothing to eat and no clothes are not professionals. It's no wonder they didn't freeze to death."
But Rufus frowned even deeper, he was already a little uneasy, but this subordinate's words made his heart pound even more.
At this time, a few people with lanterns walked nearby, they saw Rufus and the others, and walked over, looking at them carefully by the light.
Several people stood up, pretending to be weak foreign beggars, and smiled embarrassingly.
I have to say that their acting skills are very good, without any flaws at all. When they laughed, their bodies were still shaking, as if they were really cold.
"Who are you?"
"The beggar from the wild forest city, come here to see if there is any way to survive." Rufus said with a bent waist, looking extremely humble.
"Oh." The man moved closer, took a look at them, and said, "Then you have to behave yourself and don't make trouble here."
"Understood, understood." Rufus nodded vigorously.
"Let's go." The middle-aged man who asked the question just waved his hand and left.
After the lights disappeared, several people sat down and their expressions became gloomy again.
Although it was just a small episode, Rufus felt more and more that something was wrong. Heart beat faster.
No, no!
Something went wrong, something must have gone wrong. Involuntarily, his hand stretched out, clenched, opened and clenched again.
As an assassin, especially one close to legend, he has an excellent sense of danger.
The surrounding is very quiet, too quiet, not even a beggar.
Wait... no one
At this moment, a light flashed in Rufus' head, and he finally knew something was wrong. The closer you get to Woking, the fewer beggars there are in the city.
And in this city, there are almost no beggars.
The man asked him just now, where did he come from...
"Walk!"
Rufus jumped to his feet. The other assassins were a little strange, but instinctively followed him out.
But as soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, he saw a group of mercenaries and a group of temple guards walking over at the same time.
At least hundreds of people. None of them lit a torch, as if they were afraid of disturbing some people.
Walking in front of these two groups of people, Huo Ran was the few ordinary people who were asking questions just now.
"It's them." The ordinary people in the lead shouted anxiously when they saw Rufus and others, "It's those few people who dare to say that they are beggars from Desolate Forest City."
Right now, Rufus and the others couldn't care less about hiding their identities. Everyone instantly turned into black shadows and flew into the dark alley.