Ride and Cut

In the middle of the night, several carts carrying the remains of all the blood knights drove out of the camp in the alpine fort.

The distance between Alpine Fort and other camps is too close, and it is a little unusual and too easy to be spotted. After all, Richard had a secret in his heart, so he planned to dispose of the remains overnight to avoid being seen by others.

In order to keep as quiet as possible, several sturdy barbarians deliberately dismounted their horses and pulled up the ropes to do the work. With their physical strength, this is a piece of cake.

"How can it be like a thief?" Gunther whispered furtively.

"Shut up." Richard raised his leg and kicked his ass.

In the dark at night, Gunther happened to step on a rock and was unable to maintain his balance. After eating this foot, he immediately pounced on the ground, and the sound of "Ouch" spread far in the quiet night.

"Are you so?" Lord Lord really wanted to kick this guy to death.

"It's not bad for me, the stone is too sharp." Gunther didn't even realize that he should lower his voice when he spoke.

So this sneaky team hadn't slipped out fifty yards before they were caught by Buster and Granling who were patrolling the barracks together.

"Why are you going?" Booth was smoking a pipe while stomping his feet, raising his lantern and leaning to the side to take a look at the carriage. After seeing the content, he immediately lost interest. He saw too much of this kind of thing, so much that he had completely lost the response that a normal person should have.

"Buying the corpse, otherwise it will cause a plague." Richard's expression was serious and worried about the country and the people.

"Are you okay." Booth stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and was slapped flying by Richard. "It's winter now. I won't freeze until next spring. Where is the plague."

"Then next spring, don't you still have to deal with it?" Lord Lord rolled his eyes and said naturally, "You are too lazy. It is better to deal with it late than early. Forget it, our Gaoshan Fort will come by ourselves."

The wheel of the car began to creak and continued to turn, and the lord of the mountain fort walked out of the town without looking back.

"He...is there something wrong with his brain." Buster looked at Richard's back and spread his hands at Granling. "We can still be here next spring?"

"Maybe I can't bear to look at the corpse of the dead, but I can't see that Lord Richard is a kind person," Granling smiled and nodded slightly. The religions that can become the mainstream are to persuade people to be good, and the Ice and Snow Goddess Church is no exception.

Buster froze for a while and suddenly laughed twice, very cold.

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In the cold morning of Chaksh, the sky was not completely bright, and a pot of oil was already burning on the charcoal fire.

This is a typical Stuart-style breakfast stall. The main specialty is a small cake called "Kacha", which is made of flour and cornmeal dough, mixed with butter and a little beet sugar. It is first roasted in a charcoal oven to make it soft and fragrant. If there are customers ordering it, it will be fried in the pan until it is golden and crispy.

When you eat it, it is gently torn from the middle, the rich and sweet taste will rise with the heat, and then the ham slices are braised with peas. This inexpensive breakfast for ordinary people can provide diners with enough satisfaction to support the whole day.

Richard was sitting at a small table with a thick stack of kacha in front of him, disappearing at a jaw-dropping speed.

This food is delicious, but if you eat too much, you will get thirsty. Richard took a sip of the dried lemon soaking water he sent, thinking that it would be nice to have some honey.

But just to think about it, honey is such an expensive luxury, it is of course impossible to keep such food stalls for the civilian class.

The stall owner was a little old man with a crouched waist, thinking that he was secretly looking at Richard from the sidelines. Decades of careful and careful experience of businessmen have cultivated extraordinary vision. The well-groomed leather armor and saber can obviously only belong to officers of high status.

Only yesterday broke out a battle that shocked the neighbours, and it is said that many people died. He doesn't care much about politics, he doesn't even know who is on both sides of the war, but the one in front of him should belong to the victor, otherwise, how could he be so leisurely.

The stall owner sighed secretly. He felt that no matter what the war was, everyone had to eat, so he took the risk to go out of the stall despite the habit of forty years. I never dreamed that this kind of guests would be attracted—to know that Chaka was not on the stage at all, and even the tax collectors in the town seldom patronized it before.

The only thing the little old man can do is to pick out the few slices of ham and put them on the plate when serving peas with ham. I pray for the sake of the Holy Light, it doesn't matter if you don't pay after eating, but don't take out the sword to do anything.

"Add ten." Richard snapped his fingers.

The gray-haired stall owner quickly retracted his gaze and pretended to be busy.

"Very leisurely."

The sound came from behind. Bedrick sat down on the stool next to him, looking at the solid bench, and suddenly made an overwhelmed creak.

"The magic stone of destiny you want." Richard patted an uncovered wooden box on the ground, and continued to fight the pancake.

Inside the box was a destiny magic stone that had been scrapped, and it still looked like a vivid human heart, but it had completely lost the dark and secretive feeling. Just as a souvenir, it might be more suitable than a good one, at least not to scare a child into tears.

"The falcon that was released yesterday afternoon flew back." Bedrick took the pancake on the table and took a bite, but only put it down in one bite-people after a hangover generally can't eat too greasy food.

"How do you say?" Richard tried to swallow all the contents of his mouth, and opened his palms to the other party.

"The main force of the Legion made us stand by on the spot. When they arrive, it is said that they are going to attack Winter City." Bedrick took out his money bag and counted ten gold coins and put them on it. This is the magic stone money that was said yesterday.

"I...I want the letter that Faithful Falcon brought back!" Richard stuffed the gold coin into his pocket ~www.readwn.com~Bedrick quickly looked down, "I'm sorry."

After a while, Lord Lord took the scroll and scanned it again, and the general content was basically the same as what Bederick had said before. Not only the Dragon Claw Legion, but the entire Pompeii Expeditionary Army is gathering the main force to attack Winter City.

"Winter City——" The name was very impressive to Richard, and he still clearly remembered that Dracula accidentally discovered a "Ring of Sky and Thunder" left over from the Titan era. I was staying in the home of a high-ranking nobleman named Magellan in Winter City, collecting it as an ordinary antique.

"How much." Richard stood up and flipped out his purse.

The old man of the stall owner suddenly became very entangled. According to his heart, as long as he could send these two special guests away, it didn't matter if he didn't charge any money. But I was worried that doing so would irritate them.

Finally said cautiously: "Five coppers?"

Richard flicked out a gold coin and dropped it accurately into the money basket. He didn't look back when he left.