Othua's War Banner

Chapter 51 0051: The Heart of Steel
Ken looked around.

There are many highlighted parts, all of which are noteworthy characters or objects.

He observed carefully and followed the clues that others could not pay attention to.

Everyone followed behind Zhan Jing, protecting the two children in the middle.

Shops that communicate with each other, places where luxury and luxury are found, and there are definitely shady fake boxing rings.

They passed red-eyed gamblers, freaks selling poisonous and secret medicines, orcs with animal features...

Finally walked into the lobby of a tavern.

The mercenaries who delivered the commission were waiting to get drunk.

At the table by the window sat a few small tribes talking in low voices, their complexions were dull, and their faces had prominent and grotesque features.

Ken looked over all the customers and saw a few people talking in the corner.

In the hundred things rack, almost everyone can cover up, and those who dare to swagger in the black market are the following categories:
Ken is a newcomer and doesn't know how to hide.

Worchell is paranoid and unwilling to hide; the agent on his left is familiar with all kinds of ways and doesn't need to hide; the rich man on his right has an arrogant look and doesn't bother to hide.

"The last one."

The agent put the potion on the table, rubbed his hands and waited quietly, the focus of his eyes was constantly going back and forth between the employer and the blacksmith.

Waucher didn't pick it up, but pushed out a bag of coins instead.

His expression was tangled, and normal communication seemed to be very difficult, especially when asking for help, his voice was husky, and he kept coughing dryly: "This is all my money."

The employer shook his head.

He frowned and said, "Do you think I lack wealth? What I want is a weapon made by a spirit craftsman, that's all. I can give you enough money for retirement, and then take you and my apprentice to live in the capital."

"I don't want to." Waucher's expression was very bad. "I don't want him to leave the North."

The employer was outraged.

The potions and patience she had spent during this time were enough to show her generosity.

"You want everything!"

He slapped the table to stand up, then sat down while gritting his teeth in the eyes of his surroundings.

The agent raised his arms and pressed down, first apologized to the customer with a smile, and then turned around to persuade Wachier:

"Even if you are the best spirit craftsman of the Dua tribe, you are too greedy. Think about Arthur, the closest god disciple is in Elway's barracks. If you can't make a decision today, he won't even have time If you rush to the Red Maple Heights, you will die of illness on the ancient road."

Waucher was silent for a long time, his old arm slowly stretched out towards the potion.

The customer and the agent sighed, after so much tossing, they finally convinced the old guy.

Suddenly, a pitch-black glove broke into everyone's sight and took the glass bottle away.

"It's too late."

Ken said while unbuttoning his luxurious coat.

Kuima stepped forward to catch it with his right arm, and then stepped back. Several iron guards who got up and approached were blocked by the human wall formed by the riders.

Ken frowned, a stabbing pain in his head.

[Status: Chaotic and disorderly 43%]

The floor tiles under the military boots unfolded a magic circle, and shallow flames were brewing.

[Magic: Flashpoint Flame]

He activates the badge of war.

The blue flames were like a thin python, spiraling down the thighs, shattering the magic in the blink of an eye.

The magician chanted halfway, and the archer was ready to go.

Ken held the potion in one hand and the steel sword at his waist in the other, and slowly put his fingers on the leather strap, and said in an extremely calm and cold tone:

"I'm just here to talk, and whoever makes another move will no longer need protection."

The employer's eyelids twitched.

His name was Ivan, and he was the son of the lord of the city-state of Erwei.

Not long ago, he personally asked the guards: "Keep a distance where you won't hear the conversation".
Who would have thought that an accident would happen suddenly, and now the steel sword was right in front of him, even the scratches could be seen, and the people under him could no longer protect themselves.

He secretly regretted it.

Unless the knights directly related to the lord are present, no one is sure to save people within this distance.

Ivan asked angrily.

"How much ransom?"

[City-state Erwei: There is a slight gap]

Ken shook his head and smiled.

He let go of his hand, and Ivan also heaved a sigh of relief.

Ken opened his chair and sat down, filling the last vacant seat at the square table. He ignored the gazes of the three, but first carefully checked the glass bottle in his hand.

[Pharmaceutical: True Spirit Extractant]

【Quality: Excellent】

[The potion for expelling the berserk state can restore people's sanity, and has a suppression effect on the curse of the undead. 】

Compared with the bottle of Wulong's blood, the texture of the container is a bit worse, and the liquid inside is also thinner.

"Why is it too late?"

Vorchell met Ken in the workshop, and met him here again in a blink of an eye. It was obviously aimed at him. Maybe, what did the furnace owner think?
"He promised you to go to the military camp in the Red Maple Heights."

Ken pointed to the well-dressed employer, and then continued: "It will take at least a week, but can your apprentice survive two days?"

The first half of the sentence is well known, and the second half of the sentence comes from the judgment of the remarks.

The intermediary coughed twice, and he felt that he should intervene, and said after deliberation: "Mr. Ivan came riding a giant eagle, he should..."

But no matter what he said, Worchell's expression didn't change, his brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

【Attitude: My heart is in a mess】

Ken could see the blacksmith's struggle, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I can try."

"you?"

Ivan and Waucher asked questions at the same time.

The intermediary raised his brows and hid his smile politely but awkwardly. There are indeed people who can solve this problem, but no matter what profession they are in, they will not look like Ken.

"Do you know anything about Arthur?"

"Maybe."

Ken stands up to leave.

Through this bottle of potion, he already had a rough guess, but if it was true, then he was the one who was struggling.

Waucher sat where he was, needing some time to digest.

"Your apprentice only has two days. If you must go to the Red Maple Heights, I suggest you start now. If you change your mind, Mr. Marungu knows how to contact me."

Ken pushed back his chair.

On his polished dark armor, three twisted and tangled faces were reflected.

Kuima stepped forward, put the fur coat on the shoulders of the battle banner, and the team walked out of the tavern against the eyes of everyone.

Worchell is a paranoid guy.

He has a flawed personality, patient explanations and kind persuasion are useless. Only by forcing him to think with pressure can he quickly weigh the pros and cons and make the most correct choice.

Ken sent the brothers and sisters to the entrance of the World Shelf, and gave them all the dry food they carried.

"gentlemen."

Kuima still remembered the instructions, and he did not call out the war flag at will outside. He relayed the news he got from the slave trader, including the black market and basic situation in Duwa Village.

Several people discussed to find a place to eat and chat.

Ken suddenly heard footsteps chasing from behind.

He turned his head and saw the majestic Worchell, who stared at his round eyes, and his ring-bound beard scratched his chest.

"Come with me, let you try, I believe in the stove master."

It was Ken's own idea and had nothing to do with Mr. Marengu.

Of course, he didn't speak, and followed behind noncommittally, walking towards the old blacksmith's house in the East District.

(End of this chapter)