Kieran didn't have any more impressions of that disaster lady. novel .
In fact, not only Qin Ran, but also the aborigines in this world have a vague impression of this lady. They only know that the 'black disaster' should be inextricably linked with her.
But apart from these, there is nothing else.
Powerful, mysterious, unknown.
In the eyes of the aborigines, that is fear and horror.
But from Kieran's point of view, it was suspicious.
Coupled with the existence of 'brokers', such suspiciousness has risen to a level that cannot be ignored.
"Is the so-called Lady Calamity related to that bastard 'Broker'?"
Qin Ran guessed.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table again.
This was his subconscious action when he was thinking.
And in the small courtyard outside the room, Boer, who had checked the carriage again, was greeting his bodyguard Ashkano.
"Ash, we don't need that much wine."
"food!"
"Food is what we should care about."
"It's not easy to buy enough food from Xika City to Atendinoburg, especially in this severe winter."
Paul emphasized.
Qin Ran's appearance disrupted all his arrangements, both good and bad.
The good thing is, he's much safer.
Worse, he might need a wagon just for the food.
And such expenses, he can't afford it for the time being.
As for the loot bonus
Horuf is a trustworthy person, and he has just given it to him.
The prisoner was worth more than he had imagined. With those swords and matchlock guns, Horuf gave a total of 800 Kimptons. Such funds were more than enough to buy a carriage with two horses.
It's a pity that he needs to give 90% of Kimpton's money to Qin Ran.
Of the remaining 10%, half belonged to Ashcano.
What's left is his.
And this kind of money is not enough for a long-distance carriage. In fact, even that kind of traveling carriage for one person is far from enough.
Moreover, it takes money to replenish enough supplies.
Therefore, he can only think of a way in his own carriage.
Fortunately, this carriage was specially selected by him for long-distance travel. Not only is the carriage spacious and warm, but the roof is also extremely strong. Four or five adults will not have any problems stepping on it. At the back, there are also two independent brackets, which can store quite a lot of items, just tie them up with ropes.
But now, what Boer is doing is to put the dried meat, bread and other food that he just bought on the roof of the carriage, and put some secondary items on the shelf behind the carriage, and check that they are firm and reliable. sex.
Ashcano, who returned from the Temple of War, helped carry it.
"alright."
After the ropes firmly fixed the items on the shelf, Boer patted his palms lightly, and he was slightly relieved when he saw the cart full of food.
Previously, Bohr's impression of Kieran was only strong, trustworthy and ruthless.
But now, in front of this impression, there is 'Eatable'.
Ashkano also has a deep understanding of this point.
Because, he was hungry again at night.
'Children, the world is so big. '
"There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people." '
'You must be careful. '
Inexplicably, he thought of his adoptive father's words again.
Never before, he felt that his adoptive father was right.
From now on, he must eat before Qin Ran, otherwise, he will starve to death one day.
In order not to starve to death, Ashcano has already begun to consider whether he should buy more food reserves for the bounty he just bought.
Boer ignored the thinking bodyguard, took out a box full of Kimptons from the carriage, and walked towards the room where Qin Ran was.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Please come in."
Raising his hand and knocking on the door, Bohr, who got a reply, carried the box and walked in.
"Your Excellency Colin, I have just received a bounty of 800 Kimptons, and this is 720 Kimptons for you."
Paul put the box on the table.
"That bounty hunter is worth more than we thought."
"He should have committed something before he was given a heavy reward."
Bohr said while opening the box.
Under the kerosene lamp, Kimpton's unique brilliance made Qin Ran narrow his eyes slightly, and joy flashed in his eyes.
Gold coins always make Kieran happy.
Even sometimes, they just represent numbers.
But the increase in numbers is also joyful, isn't it
"Thanks."
Qin Ran, who was in a happy mood, said slowly.
"This is what I should do."
"Your Excellency Colin, we are leaving early tomorrow morning. Is there anything else you need to order?"
Pol asked.
"No, good night."
Qin Ran shook his head.
Although Boer has the same identity as him, there are some things that Kieran will never tell the other party.
Not only because the two parties have no relationship, but also because of confidentiality.
Before he understands the situation in front of him, he doesn't want to have anything to do with the 'God of Mist' for the time being.
Therefore, even if he had to make an extra trip tomorrow night, Kieran would not say much.
"Good night, then."
"I wish you a sweet dream."
Bohr walked out of the room with a smile, asked Ashcano to check the courtyard door, and then returned to the room.
Soon, the whole courtyard fell silent.
After a while, the noise from the lobby of the hotel next door became less and less.
After a busy day during the day, few people can stay up late at night. Even those night owls have to think about the next day's work, so they choose to go to bed early.
The whole Sika City is similar.
Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and start again and again, even this city that connects the border Morsa and Eitantinople is no exception.
Except for the necessary patrols, the whole city fell into a peaceful sleep.
However, the study in the Viscount's Mansion in Sika City is an exception.
The viscount Sika, who is thin, has a rosy face, and although his hair is gray, is in excellent spirits, is holding a piece of red flannelette and gently wiping the two-handed sword in his hand.
The blade of the sword is 1.5 meters wide, palm-width, very thick, the hilt is as thick as a spear shaft, and the counterweight is the size of an adult's fist. It is black and transparent, like a small flail.
There is no doubt that this two-handed sword is very heavy, but in the hands of the thin Viscount Sika, it is like nothing, as if playing with a twig.
But a twig would not be taken so seriously by the majestic lord of Sikaland.
The viscount wiped his weapon inch by inch.
There was faint excitement and anticipation in his eyes.
How could he not be excited
How could he not expect it
Planning the same thing, finally to succeed.
Those evils that have desecrated the land are finally about to disappear, and the entire Sika Territory is about to usher in the dawn, returning to the embrace of His Majesty the God of War and bathing in the glory.
Thinking of the excitement, Viscount Sika couldn't help but clenched the sword in his hand, and made a vertical slash, followed by a straight stab.
There are no special moves, just the simplest basics of swordsmanship.
But under such a foundation, a tragic atmosphere spread from the study.
The mist-like evil that ordinary people can't see with naked eyes is becoming more and more active.
They quietly approached Viscount Sika.
And the viscount didn't notice all this.
He only felt that the Viscount became more powerful, even stronger than when he was young.
"Thank you for your gift."
Viscount Sika prayed in a low voice after having practiced a set of basic sword skills.
Then, he regained his composure and waited quietly.
About half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a strong body like a city wall quietly appeared in this study. Although he was wearing plate armor and metal boots, the other party did not make a sound.
But Viscount Sika did not have any surprises.
Not even the slightest hostility.
On the contrary, welcome each other very much.
"Welcome, Xin Kefu."
Instead of choosing noble etiquette, the Viscount opened his arms and embraced the incoming bishop in the manner of a warrior.
And the bishop of Sika City responded to the Viscount with the same courtesy.
"went well?"
asked the Viscount.
"Um."
"Generally well."
Xin Kefu replied.
Generally well
The viscount was taken aback for a moment, but the viscount, who knew the opponent's character well, didn't ask, but waited quietly.
Sure enough, the next moment, the bishop continued.
"'The Mist' is trickier than we thought."
"It hides itself and wants to reap the benefits of the fisherman."
"If it weren't for His Majesty's revelation, we would have fallen short."
After the bishop finished speaking, he prayed to the god of war, and the viscount immediately followed suit. When the prayer was finished, the viscount Sika couldn't help lowering his voice and asked, "Will it become a problem?"
"Won't."
Facing the worried viscount, the bishop shook his head.
He said with certainty:
"Hidden in the shadows, it might be trouble."
"But if we find out, it's not a trouble."
"The only pity is..."
"Ike."
When the recruit's name was mentioned, the bishop's face was filled with sadness.
"That's a great lad, just like Karl."
"They should have a great future, but for the glory of God, they have to sacrifice."
"When it's over, I'll tell everyone about it in my name."
"They are heroes and should not be buried."
Viscount Sika said seriously.
"Um."
The bishop nodded heavily.
"Not only Ike and Hill, but all those who sacrificed this time will receive due treatment, I assure you."
Viscount Sika emphasized.
"I believe you will do what you say, but we should keep sacrifices to a minimum."
Bishop reminds allies.
"You mean curfew?"
"Will this scare the snake away?"
Viscount Sika frowned.
"Won't."
"Believe me, Carl's disappearance is worth it for you."
"The city gates are closed during the day, and only entry and no exit are allowed. The curfew at night is just a normal operation. After all, Karl is the son of your sister who is evil, bloodthirsty, inhuman, but wise, and will give correct judgments by himself. "
The bishop said with certainty.
"Okay, I'll arrange it."
The Viscount nodded.
Then, there was another conversation, and after ten minutes, the two stood up and said goodbye to each other.
"May God be with you."
"May God be with you."
After blessing each other, the Viscount clenched his sword again, and the misty aura around him became more active.
The bishop left the study with a stiff face and scarlet eyes.
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"What?!"
"The city gate is closed?"
"Only in and not out?"
At sunrise, when Pohl had just washed up and was about to set off, he got the terrible news from the innkeeper Horuf.
"Holuf, you're not lying to me, are you?"
Pohl looked at the innkeeper suspiciously.
It wasn't that she didn't trust the innkeeper, but that she had never heard that Xika City would close the door.
You know, the last time the door was closed dates back to when the 'black disaster' came.
"Bohr, you have to believe me, I definitely want you to leave more than you think!"
"Every time I see that Colin, I think I'm going to be in some serious trouble."
"And my intuition, in most cases, is quite accurate!"
The innkeeper scratched his head in distress, and the few remaining hairs stood up stubbornly under such scratching, making the top of his head even more bald.
Especially in the morning light, it is very bright.
He always felt that something bad was going to happen.
Moreover, it is getting stronger and stronger.
However, his mouth is still explaining.
It is not only explaining to Boer, but also comforting himself.
"The relative of Viscount Sika, that Captain Karl was killed."
"He is very popular with the Viscount's uncle. Now that he is dead, the Viscount will of course investigate and find out."
"However, that Viscount will not close the city of Sika for a long time, up to three days!"
"After three days, you will be able to leave here."
"Don't worry, I won't delay your business."
What Bohr wants to do, the innkeeper also knows a thing or two.
He has no comment on this.
He is already a retired man.
No matter how prominent your status is, it is nothing, and the best choice is to spend the rest of your life in peace and stability.
"Three days?"
Pol frowned.
Of course, three days will not delay his work, but it will make his plan more tense.
Even, it needs to be rearranged.
"Is the communication in the Temple of War still available?"
Pol asked.
"certainly."
"That viscount will not affect the Temple of War God."
"He is a devout believer and will never think that Karl's death is related to the Temple of War."
Horuf said.
"I'm going to the Temple of War God."
"Your Excellency Colin's breakfast is prepared by you."
After speaking, Bohr took out five Kimptons and put them in the hands of the innkeeper, then turned around and ran out.
"give it to me."
Looking at Kimpton in his palm, the innkeeper smiled.
If every guest was as happy as Pole, he would surely live a long life.
Of course, there must be no guy like Qin Ran among the guests.
Thinking of how that guy made him feel, the innkeeper immediately frowned.
However, this did not prevent him from ordering the kitchen to make more.
So, after Qin Ran finished washing, a big basin of milk, toast, sausage and vegetables appeared in the room.
Steaming hot milk.
Barley-flavored toast.
The combination of the unique aroma of meat and the fresh taste of vegetables refreshed Qin Ran who hadn't slept all night.
And just when he raised his hand to pick up a piece of bread and was about to put sausages and vegetables in it, the [Mist Lord] in his arms suddenly jumped.
Involuntarily, Qin Ran frowned.
He hates being interrupted while eating—
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