"The qiē that took place at sunrise today in front of the cemetery on the outskirts of Bern was a real adventure for me, and the only thing I remember of His Excellency Lonnar Dann before today was when I was a young man who heard the story of His Excellency sung by the bards of the steppe elves. For a worldly young man like me, the grey years are nothing more than the past recorded in ancient books, and I never imagined that I would one day see a legend and a god in person, and today is really my lucky day, and I must write this matter into the family record book. The owner of the caravan, a young man who looked a little fat, said impassionedly to the pilgrims, Mr. Priest and the players who were the guards, during his lunch break: "Oh my God, I was even thinking that if I hadn't met you today, Mr. Priest, I would have spent a few days in Bern waiting for more of my fellow travelers to go on their way, and if that did, I would have missed this adventure, and thanked Lady Luck for her kindness." ”

"Me too, if it weren't for you, Mr. Merchant, our pilgrim team would have rested in Bern for two days, what an unexpected surprise, Your Excellency, if you wish, I think the Great Elders of the Stream Year would be willing to witness with your own eyes that Lord Dane had saved your life as a guest in Stream City. ”

"Oh my God, can a philistine merchant like me go to your sacred Stream City? The chubby merchant's eyes widened.

"At least you have witnessed the existence of His Highness Enlai and His Excellency Dane, and the steppe elves will not be stingy with the lucky ones who can witness history, as long as you can agree with the laws of our steppe elves, I can even write you a letter of recommendation. Mr. Priest smiled and gave the reward that belonged to the steppe elves: "Thanks to your invitation, we are able to have this adventure today. ”

"Of course, thank you for the invitation, I took care of the caravan in Provence. Can I follow you all to Streamlust? The fat merchant's face was full of eagerness, as if this answer was very important to him.

"We'll be happy to walk with you, by the way, Mr. Merchant, I haven't learned your last name yet. Mr. Priest asked with some curiosity.

"I'm Walter of the Gaunt family, Wachik Hiro Gaunt. Ashupians. The young fat businessman introduced himself like this.

Hearing this, Aeryk sighed in the team channel: "This fat merchant has come and gone from time to time and has become an agent of the steppe elves' specialties, but one thing that all non-steppe elf merchants dream of in this era has been recognized by the steppe elves, and his family has even entered the dragon's claw territory to live, which is the core area, and only foreigners who can reassure the steppe elves and dwarves can enter." ”

"That's a lucky one, this guy. Jing Liu sighed.

on this. Marceau sighed inwardly that he had never left the region of Palounst and Ashupi at this time in his previous life, so it was impossible for him to meet Ronillara, and Ronnielara could not recommend himself to the young merchant, who would have delayed his departure because he could not find enough escorts, and thus could not reach Bern the previous evening. And if they can't arrive, the steppe elf pilgrims will also delay their departure, and therefore miss out on the winner of life and his sister.

After that, the young Ashurbi merchant would slowly make his fortune. Finally, after the invasion of New Eden, he scattered his family property due to national hatred and family hatred, and joined Anta Lawrence's army as a logistics director. With his help, Anta and the players never had to worry about logistics.

It's a pity that in the bloody night, the logistics director finally collapsed in a pool of blood - after all, this is just a fat man, and his little martial arts have almost zero defense ability in front of the assassins.

"It started with Ronny Lala introducing us to this Mr. Wachick of the Gunter family. To this day, we have witnessed this adventure, and sure enough, everyone's life is composed of random numbers. Thinking of this, Marceau said with some emotion in the team channel.

"Marceau, you have a good level of what you say. Jing Lang said with a smile.

"That's right, that's right, Marceau's sentence is very level. Her sister Jinglu smiled the same.

"What an old-fashioned kitten. The dwarf uncle laughed and made a conclusion.

The fat Wachik also seems to have negotiated with Mr. Priest. After seeing off Mr. Priest, he walked up to Marceau and the others: "Good afternoon, strangers, how can I thank you, if I hadn't received your help from Mr. Roni Lara, I think I would have missed this adventure that changed the course of my life, how can I thank you, strangers." ”

"You're welcome, Mr. Big Young Man, while we help you, we are also helping ourselves. In this kind of matter, the entire adventure team was in this opinion, so Yang, as the captain, immediately answered.

"No, no, no, you don't know, my ancestor, the first generation of the head of the Gaunt family, is also a foreigner like you, so the descendants of the Gaunt family also know some things about you foreigners, without your help, I will definitely lose this opportunity, so please don't refuse my kindness, all of you will enjoy the special treatment of buying goods in my chamber of commerce in the future, and the cost will rise by 10%. ”

"Thank you so much, Mr. Gaunt. Yang smiled and nodded.

"You're welcome, lovely Miss Outlander, you and your companions can just call me Wachik. After saying that, the fat man stroked his chest and saluted: "Now, please let me go, I will tell all of you in the caravan what has just happened, I think these old fellows will love the surprise I have brought them, and it is so glad to think that the Gaunt family can be revived in my hands." ”

The fat man was so excited that he almost wanted to sing aloud, but Marceau interrupted him, and the kitten cub, who drew his long knife, unleashed a short spear for the fat man, who was relocated and flew out and nailed to a carriage.

"Enemy attack!" shouted the kitten.

The girls and boys beside him had by this time turned in the direction where the spear was flying, and either crawled under the carriage or leaned against the side of the carriage.

"I didn't see them!" shouted the dwarf uncle, who was under the car, with a dagger in one hand and a musket in the other.

"I didn't see it either, the grass over there was too high. Konstantin muttered as he stuffed the shotgun in his hand.

"Hunter, let your eagle go to the skies!" Eluk shouted as he turned to the player hunter on the other side.

Riding the hunter's beckoning of his pet eagle, Marceau, who had already ducked behind the carriage, poked his head out and glanced at the grass - these damn long grasses were nearly two meters long and could not be burned with fire - if one of the mages in the team did this, then the harmful gases from the combustion would kill half of the caravan before the flames burned the attackers, and this was because the other half could enjoy the care of the spell.

"The thieves. Mr. Wachik the Fat asked.

"God knows. The kitten said truthfully, "By the way, Mr. Wachik, you squeezed me." ”

"Uh, sorry, kitten. Mr. Wachik tried to shrink himself.

After a while, Mr. Priest came running with the pilgrims, and with the addition of this group of little ones, seeing them arranged in the second chariot formation, Marceau felt relieved for no reason.

"My pet doesn't see the enemy!" the player hunter flew through the sky for a while, giving the crowd an answer.

When the guard was lifted, some men got out of the carriage, others put away their knives, and Marceau came to the spear and pulled it out of the carriage door.

"Kitten, what are you looking at. Uncle Gnome asked, walking up to Marceau's side.

"A big goblin-style spear, when did our guests become so hidden? Marceau handed the spear to the gnome, then turned his head to look at the long grass beside the street.

And that's ...... It was a strange attack. (To be continued......)