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Chapter 9 0009: Followers, Troops
There are many kinds of money.

Jewelry, gold and silver coins, magic crystals, rare and strange materials...

Neither did Ken.

With his arms behind his back, John narrowed his slightly disdainful animal pupils.

Behind him, Qi Mu stood still, waiting for his partner to make up his mind.

"Wanderer in the wasteland," Ken said the name silently. "I don't remember the name in the freight lanes of various countries. Which chamber of commerce does it belong to?"

"Don't ask questions."

John waved his hands, patting his chest confidently.

"It will become the most trusted Chamber of Commerce in the North."

Qi nodded firmly beside him, thinking to himself: Although there are currently only two people in this chamber of commerce.

But this cannot be said!

Because John would jump up and hit him, and swear words for days.

Ken understood it, and smiled noncommittally: "Then such a huge chamber of commerce must be willing to accept the price in exchange."

"What do you mean?"

John smelled an opportunity.

He vaguely felt that it was profitable, but the human being in front of him seemed to be smarter than himself.

"A monster like the Cangcuo Snake must have a market. Whether it's bones or blood, the army will spend a lot of money to buy it. Of course, it only needs a negligible processing fee."

Ken waved his hand.

"Take it, in exchange, you need to send us to Santon Kaya Village."

"Okay, I can make a lot of money!"

Qi subconsciously exclaimed, and immediately covered his mouth with his rough hand.

John slapped himself on the forehead, and slapped Qi fiercely. He reprimanded:

"Idiot, I told you to shut up when you're talking about business. Damn profit has something against you, right? When will the name of the porter spread throughout the northern border!"

Ken shrugged and waited a moment.

John gasped and stared at Qi, the giant man retracted the rope aggrievedly, and the little long-haired man pulled the leather coat and scratched the number on the wooden sign with his fingernails.

"Forget it, that's it."

"a wise decision."

Ken squatted down and gently held the opponent's little paw.

The high permafrost walls cut off the wind and snow, and the city-states bordering Palotusbi could not clearly perceive the changes in this land.

But vendors are always an exception.

Animal hides that have been dried for a whole season, blood sought after by warlocks, bone meal and minerals that the army urgently needs, and all kinds of rare items can be exchanged for gold coins.

And who can say no to these little gadgets?

The Hankey brothers belonged to the transportation business in private business.

They transported goods for mercenaries, government businessmen and private businessmen, raised a short roaring beast that was not afraid of meat and vegetables, and galloped on the snowy road that never melted all year round to earn a living.

Ken helped Kuema climb into the cargo box, the space seemed a bit cramped, but it was more comfortable than the snow cave.

【Name: Wasteland Walker】

[Chamber of Commerce level: small fights]

"Pfft."

The level of the Chamber of Commerce appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing.

Qi An was calm and skillfully curled up, pretending to be a "cargo".

This giant did not inherit the terrifying muscles and temper in his blood.

As a shareholder of the Chamber of Commerce and half of the labor force, he doesn't feel shabby at all, just like a mossy stone on the side of the road, it seems that ladybugs or butterflies can fall at any time.

"Be respectful!"

John, however, cared a lot about Ken's laughter, and was still as irritable as ever.

He tugged at the reins and patted the saddle.

"Come out with some skills to open their eyes."

Hearing this, the Short Roaring Beast stepped forward, and it was the remaining half of the labor force.

The clanging sound swayed far away with even vibrations, just like when it came, bringing everyone into the night.

Ken raised his elbows and looked into the cave, the flames of the lazy campfire shrinking in view.

The truck quickly left the snowy slope and turned into the avenue, the light spot was also blocked by the woods, and there was only silence surrounded by moonlight.

A dead deer lay across the end of the crate.

The Parmelo boar is dragged by a wheeled cart hitched to the back.

The crooked or broken cedars flashed before the eyes, and the shadows of the trees in the dark depths were much slower. The woodland was full of insects and snakes, climbing, crawling, and creatures with several heads were active in the twilight.

Ken withdrew his gaze and rubbed his forehead.

Experience points can restore physical strength and injuries, but mental stress cannot be relieved.

He folded his arms in front of his chest and adjusted the angle to squint for a while, but he caught a glimpse of Kuima sitting upright, muttering words, and his eyes showed bewilderment and sadness.

That movement, that look, was exactly the same as when Hamsin lamented his fate.

"Can Wintermother hear you?"

Ken stared at the totem tattoo on Quima's neck. It had delicate lines, and every stitch could reveal piety and beauty.

Kuima straightened her back, as if she had just been called back to her soul.

"I can hear you." He was proud of this, and his tone was extraordinarily firm. "I have seen Mother Winter's blessing with my own eyes, but that also means a desperate situation, which means that Thornton Kaya is at the critical point of life and death."

【Attitude: Sentimental】

He was so depressed that he sighed white mist one after another, as if this topic brought back heavier memories.

"Mr. Ken, did you ask me before if I would like to follow you?"

"Well," Ken didn't expect Quema to mention this suddenly, and expressed doubts again. "Is that all right? You worship the Wintermother, but you serve someone else."

Kuima closed her eyes and shook her head, revealing the bloodiness of a man in the wilderness after getting rid of the sluggishness.

"When the old shaman was still alive, he said that values ​​​​determine beliefs, and gods can help different tribes unite together. The palm of the winter mother is rich, Shujisi is good at war, and Xienbio holds wisdom..."

Ken listened and thought, realizing that this was the name of the old gods of the North.

[History: It seems that before the permafrost wall was built, before the dwarves prospered, and even before giant beasts and monsters dominated the sea and land, there was a glorious era of personal gods coexisting. 】

The old gods established order, but no longer intervened in the secular world.

"This does not affect our choice. On the contrary, many young people in the tribe go out for adventure, the mercenary team goes to the desert, and the giant sailboat goes south along the ocean current."

Kuima recalled many familiar faces from childhood, which are now scattered all over the world.

He sighed softly and let out a handful of frost mist.

"I have seen your magic and bravery with my own eyes. Following you may make me grow up. If I experience this... this kind of thing..."

Ken catches a glimpse of Quema's fist in the stomach.

"Everyone is powerless, and this kind of experience can make you walk more firmly."

He patted Kuima on the shoulder. This 【Tribal Spearman】has a strong body, and his ability to escape from death shows that he is also very lucky.

Feeling encouraged, Quema straightened her back again.

[Task: Recruitment]

【Progress: 1/5】

Ken inhaled the icy cold wind, his chest swelled to the limit, he let go, and exhaled a white glow.

The frost crystals condensed in front of my eyes stopped moving, everything was silent, and the moonlight dimmed instantly.

His consciousness plummeted inward, looking inside the spiritual world again.

【Recruit the first follower, you can train him into a right-hand man, and you can also gain power and knowledge from him. 】

Ken followed the guidance and noticed the blank area last time.

Originally there were illusory and overlapping shadows hovering here, but now there is a specific and clear outline without a face, but this figure and temperament are undoubtedly Kuima.

[Character: Quema]

Remarks also verified my conjecture.

When Quema decided to accept the invitation, an invisible connection was formed between them, and more detailed information could be consulted.

[Qualification: 1.2 Wisdom: 1.0]

The average data, regardless of mentality or combat skills, are not satisfactory.

Ken noticed that Quema's phantom stood slightly forward, clearly distinguishing it from the open space behind him.

He tentatively shifted his consciousness to the open space.

[Number of Troops: 1]

Ken continued to feel and saw various branches and advancements, but he couldn't check the specific information.

The only part that is clearly highlighted is the [Tribal Spearman] to which Kuima belongs, which also extends into the distance and is blocked by some kind of powerful barrier.

[Advanced Arms: Falcon Shooter]

[Qualification requirements: 2.0 (not achieved)]

[Intelligence requirement: 1.5 (not achieved)]

[Material Requirement: Bow and Arrow (exquisite, unfulfilled)]

(End of this chapter)