The Emerald Tower

With a deep thought, Dean did not immediately go to the tent where the suspicious merchants were located. Instead, he entered the felt-top tent pointed to by the barbarian patriarch-walking in the snowy dense forest for two consecutive days. That said, it's not a small burden. You can have steaming food and a warm home. Dean won't mind.

Inside the felt-top tent, there is a small fire pit-starting from the ground, dig down about a foot and a half deep, and build a square hole one foot square around it, then select one of the four sides and dig out one that is enough to fill. Into the pit of the firewood, and on it is a large cast iron pot, or you can choose to support a shelf.

　　 In fact, in the four northern counties, such fire ponds are the first choice for outdoor or camping.

　　 As for the south?

　　Damp underground, obviously a campfire on the ground is more suitable.

　　 gurgle, gurgle...

In the cast iron cauldron erected above the fire pit, the sound of the soup tumbling sounded, and then a strong fragrance floated out of the pot, and with only the fragrance, Dean could conclude that it was venison soup .

　　 Picking up the wooden bowl set aside, Dean opened the lid of the pot, scooped up the soup in the pot, and then soaked the dry food that he carried with him.

　　 As for venison?

　　 Just as the barbarian patriarch said, it has been taken by the previous ‘guest’.

Food such as barbarians to entertain guests and friends is not unlimited except for festivals and celebrations. Even Dean can be sure that if he comes later, the fire in the firepit will be completely extinguished. I can't drink the soup anymore.

　　Hoo!

　　 With the mellow soup, it entered the stomach, and after the warm feeling spread all over his body, Dean couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

　　 Then, Dean scooped another bowl.

　　 Maybe there is no whole piece of meat, but the essence of venison has already been incorporated into the soup of the stew, which can be said to have sufficient nutrition.

　　 And, it’s definitely better than Dean’s dry food.

Therefore, Dean did not refuse, and poured the remaining soup in the iron pot straight into his belly. Then, thinking about filling the firepit with more wood, he leaned against the firepit like this, using his coat as a blanket. Throwing on the ground, lying slightly curled up there, preparing to fall asleep.

　　 As for exploring the suspicious businessmen?

　　 Obviously, a visit at night is absolutely unwelcome, especially when the other party is full of suspiciousness. This is definitely not a good choice.

　　 At dawn, taking advantage of a conversation before the other party left, Dean thought it was enough for him to figure out the other party's details.

　　 As for safety?

In the barbarian's stockade, there is no need to worry. Although he just glanced at it in a hurry before, Dean can be sure that there is absolutely no need to worry about the force possessed in this small stockade-except for a warrior. In addition to the (knight)-level barbarian patriarch, there is at least one barbarian elder who is proficient in esoteric art, and the special tent decorated with bones, stones and dead trees is enough to explain everything.

　　 There are two such existences, plus nearly thirty barbarian warriors.

　　 Even if he is in danger, Dean will not worry that he will be caught off guard.

　　 However, sometimes things are not as expected-just when Dean is about to fall asleep, there is a sound of footsteps that is so slight that ordinary people can hardly notice.

If it weren't for the snow, Dean would be extremely difficult to detect the sound of such footsteps-the opponent avoided the barbarian warriors on patrol and night watch, and walked along the shadows towards the felt-top tent where he was located; these shadows Although the body of the other party was blocked, the snow in the shadows that was not easy to be cleaned and melted, but the voice was heard.

　　 And almost after hearing such footsteps, Dean woke up instantly, and made such a judgment in his mind.

　　 However, the long-term instincts still made Dean breathe, as if he was asleep.

The other party is still approaching cautiously, but from time to time there will still be the sound of the snow being trampled on, and whenever such a sound sounds, the other party will stop and listen to Dean's movement; undoubtedly, that long breath The sound is the driving force for the other party to move on.

　　 Knight-level strength, but not good at sneaking for traces, should not belong to the thieves' union!

　　 Dean judged.

　　 Without the strength of a knight, it is impossible to achieve such a slight step.

　　 After having such slight footsteps, they made unexpected noises. Obviously, members of the Thieves Guild would not be so clumsy.

　　 In fact, in the thieves’ guild, even if they are not at the level of knights, they know how to avoid the noise of stepping on snow.

　　 Therefore, Dean determined that the opponent must not be a member of the Thieves Guild.

However, such a determination is of no use at all. After all, the real identity of the suspicious caravan when the opponent went out was still not confirmed-and as the opponent got closer, Dean's hand was already touching his waist. Between the daggers.

It's not [Devil Blood Dagger]. Once [Devil Blood Dagger] is activated, the special aura on it is too easy to be discovered. It is impossible for the elders of those barbarians to ignore the breath of **** after they discover it; therefore, If Dean doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble to his'negotiation' because of such a breath, temporarily hiding the [Devil Blood Dagger] is the best choice.

　　 The next moment, Dean's palm has already squeezed the dagger around his waist, as long as the opponent enters the tent, he can launch the fastest attack as soon as possible.

　　 However, the other party did not open the tent curtain and walked in, but just stayed quietly outside the tent and listened.

　　 After two full minutes, the opponent just returned to the same path.

　　 "This is temptation?!"

　　 Dean was stunned, and then, quickly and silently got out of the tent-standing in the shadow of the tent intertwined with moonlight and fire, Dean could clearly see the back of the other person leaving.

　　 is tall and strong, with leather armor, no weapons hung around his waist, and his hands are empty.

　　 However, this did not let Dean relax his vigilance.

　　 After all, the opponent is a knight-level person. It is difficult for him to deal with the frontal fight. Coupled with the knight's talent for awakening after baptism, it is almost impossible for him to win the opponent in the frontal fight.

　　 So, Dean is very careful.

　　 After a certain distance from the opponent, he quietly fell behind him.

　　 The other party obviously didn't find Dean silently. With the experience of countless assassinations, Dean was already familiar with such silent movements.

　　 And, obviously, after the other party has completed his task, he has some carelessness.

At least, in Dean’s eyes, if he really wants to assassinate the opponent, he has no less than five chances during the journey, and the chance of being able to kill the opponent 100% is no less than twice. .

　　 After all, the opponent's back has been facing Dean.

However, Dean, who wanted to find out, couldn't make a move at all. He just fell behind the opponent and reached the west side of the barbarian stockade-here is the direction where the barbarian patriarch pointed out the caravan temporarily. The top of the felt-top tent is different from that of the barbarians, and it shows the identity of the owner here.

Here two people dressed as mercenaries are watching the night; however, Dean Mingrui discovered that there are still two people in the dark-the combination of bright and dark whistles is not common in caravans, it should be the habit of the army~www.mtlnovel .com~ Dean, who was already suspicious, frowned at this moment.

　　 "Hurd!"

　　 A low voice came from the shadow of the tent, and with this voice, a man of medium stature walked out-suddenly Dean was surprised.

　　 First of all, Dean hadn't found him before.

　　Secondly, there were two long swords hanging from the opponent's waist.

　　 The former is sufficient to show that the opponent is also a knight, while the latter shows that the opponent is good at some special skills.

　　 No matter which one it is, it shows that the other party is difficult to deal with.

　　 "There are actually two knight ranks..."

　　 Dean thought to himself.

And just as Dean was thinking, the knight with two swords hanging from his waist had already opened the tent curtain behind him--although it was not completely opened, it was only halfway, but the light coming from inside, Enough for Dean to see the person sitting inside.

There are two people in 　　.

　　 Dean is not familiar with one of them.

　　 However, the other one is very familiar to Dean, and it is even deeply engraved in Dean's mind-the king's consultant of the future Gaosai Kingdom: Momon!

　　In the future history, he wanted to assassinate a character who was repeatedly escaped.

　　 In the end, he and King Gosai, the great wizard who broke his bones in the bursting crystal together!

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