Chapter 750: The Castle
The lilac tent was silent, and Lin An lifted the tent and came out.
"Master Lin, Miss Shirille's injuries are not serious, right?" Everyone was waiting outside the tent, but Master Simon was ahead of everyone and asked questions first.
"Shiryl is fine!" As soon as Lin An's words fell, Andre couldn't wait to go in, Lin An nodded to Master Simon, "Thank you for your relationship." β
"It should be, it should be!" Master Simon rubbed his hands, "I also have some medicinal materials in my luggage, you can come to me if you need it - of course, sell it at a low price." He knew that these people didn't want to be indebted.
Lin An's attitude towards Master Simon was a little softer, "Thank you for your generosity!" Shiryl's injury is really not serious, and we will ask you to help if you need it. β
"Then Miss Shirille's physique is really enviable, and the young man's body is just good!" Surprise and disbelief flashed in Master Simon's eyes, "I heard that the head of Barrow over there, the injury seems to be quite severe, and there is still a lot of commotion over there!" β
At this moment, the curtain was lifted, and AndrΓ© helped the pale Sheryl out of it, and her arms, which looked broken before being sent into the tent, hung intact at her sides.
Master Simon was shocked and suspicious, could it really be that he was wrong, she was not fractured but just a dislocated joint?
"Save him." Shirley ignored the others and said directly to Lin An.
"Okay!"
Lin An took out a crystal bottle, the emerald green liquid was like the top green jade, as soon as Lin An took it out, Lord Simon and Edward. Simon's eyes involuntarily fixed on it.
"I'll send it over." Athena snatches the task.
"Don't make it bad!"
Lin An admonished, and Athena grimaced and walked briskly towards the tent on the other side of the camp.
Because she was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, those mercenaries were not afraid, but white eyes and cold reception were inevitable, Athena secretly kept an account in her heart, and followed a mercenary into the tent where the regiment commander was.
The regimental commander was covered with ointment on a piece of felt. emitting a pungent smell, Athena couldn't help but cover her little nose, but it alarmed Barrow and opened her eyes to look at it.
"Here, it's up to you to drink or not, I'm leaving." Athena rolled her eyes, casually tossed the crystal bottle to a trainee mercenary who was staring at her hostilely on the side, and walked out.
"Drink, why not," Barrow grinned. "Boy. Take it! β
"Captain!"
"Bring it here! Verbose. Like a! β
Athena paused, looked back, and saw the bottle of concentrated water pour into Barrow's mouth.
"Humph!"
If the other person is skeptical, hesitate for a day or two. Let him suffer a little more, so as to dispel the anger in her heart, and now that the abacus cannot be sounded, Athena slammed her feet and walked out angrily.
"The little girl is still tender!"
From behind the curtain came Barrow's loud laughter.
Athena walked faster and returned to the tent in a huff.
After drinking the water of nature, Barrow's body surface was quickly relieved of frostbite, and he personally came to say thank you, and Lin An's side and Barrow's mercenary group were revealed. As if there was a tacit understanding, the employers on both sides did not intervene in this conflict from beginning to end.
Everyone spent the night without incident, and the next morning, the smoke of the camp was wafting and breakfast was eaten. The two sides set off one after the other.
Coincidentally, the road they walked was basically the same direction as Lin An's party, and the width of the mountain road was limited, so Lin An and his party were the one who set off slowly, so they had to slowly stay behind the other party's caravan.
After Barrow personally came forward to discuss with Salin, he didn't mind, and Master Simon was even more eager to follow them.
Salin looked at the carriage where the Simon master was staying, and still let the convoy pull away a little more, and it was taboo for the two convoys that did not know each other to be connected together.
Because of the existence of another team, Athena was much more lively, often riding a horse to the front, called the path, riding on the back of the magic blood horse of the divine horse, and walking triumphantly in the eyes of the mercenaries, leaving a place of envy, jealousy and hatred, and the anger left before has long been erased.
Captain Barrow also had his men pointing fingers at Athena's Bloody Horse.
He had already seen that Lin An's gang was probably the "aristocratic mercenaries" who came out to experience, but they were not bad-hearted, but they did not have the bad character of overpowering people.
"Well, why did you stop?"
Before it was time to rotate with Andre and them in the other class, Lin An opened a book, and when he saw half of it, he suddenly noticed that the carriage had stopped, and Miss Simon, who was opposite her, was groggy and asleep, and was suddenly awakened, and he didn't know what was going on.
When he opened the door and went down, Lin An found that the distance between the front of his convoy and the Barrow caravan had narrowed again.
A mercenary emerged from the front caravan and ran towards Saleen at the front of the line.
"Master Sarin, a big rock on the hillside in front of you has rolled down the hill and blocked the way, our people are moving away, Boss asked me to tell you."
"I see, thanks for letting me know."
Salin repeated the mercenary's words to Edward, who relayed it to his parents and reassured the uneasy servants.
"Sir, could it be ......" In the carriage, Lady Simon wringed her handkerchief uneasily.
"I can't rule out this possibility," Master Simon was also a little nervous, but his tone was calm, "It's okay, Captain Andre is very powerful, those people didn't expect it, they can't threaten us!" β
However, Master Simon still told his son to follow closely by their carriage and not leave the sight of the members of the mercenary group, and as for his daughter who stayed in a carriage with Lin An, he did not need to tell him, so as not to scare his daughter.
What they didn't know was that not long after the convoy stopped, Lin An sighed, tilted his ears slightly, and then showed two smiles.
"Master Lin, what's wrong?" Miss Simon asked, confused.
"It's nothing, a nest of rats passed by just now, and a few of them ran away." Lin An didn't know what he meant.
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Just in front of their convoy, in a wooded area not far from the mountain road.
In the sparsely wooded clearing was an Shura field, and the thin forest mist was mixed with a strong smell of blood.
The lying corpses and stumps lay across the ground, and the corpses and many of the nearby trees were stuck with messy feathered arrows, and many of them were holding short bows, broken bows, and they seemed to be the same group, all wearing blue-black leather armor.
Some of their fatal wounds were smooth, some looked like the claws of wild beasts, and many of them even died under the feathered arrows of their companions, and there were no corpses in a second costume at the scene, if you didn't look closely, it looked like a scene of infighting.
Titi appeared in the middle of this Shura field, as if he was in the air of nature, and took a deep breath, and as he moved, the dark green light spread out from his body, spreading above the Shura field.
William stood on the thick branches of a large tree, and among the thorns of the trees below there were traces of escaped fish.
It roared, its paws gouged, jumped off the tree, and ran two steps in that direction, Titi whispered in the beast language, "Come back! βγ
William flicked his tail and turned back a little reluctantly.
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A day later.
In front of the Greystone Castle, a suspension bridge hangs lonely in front of a dry moat, surrounded by a strange forest of tree trunks that look like human faces.
Three wolf warriors stumbled out of the woods.
One of them was the fastest, rushing to the front, and the one behind struggled to hold on to the other limping companion, and the smell of the three was unusually fishy, as if the smell of dirty blood mixed with rotting leaves and mud had been fermented for several days.
"Help, sir! Help, there's a ghost! Help us, my lord......"
The first man quickly crossed the drawbridge, threw himself in front of the heavy iron-clad wooden door, and slapped it with all his might, while shouting loudly, mad, gibberish, and already somewhat insane.
"Help, there's a ghost! β¦β¦β
The two people who had just walked on the suspension bridge in the back heard the howl of the first person, and the will to survive that had been supporting the action could not hold on, and they fell to the ground, howling with horror on their faces-
Their experience was nothing short of a nightmare, and before they could see their target, most of their companions had fallen in an instant, and even they almost died at the hands of their companions.
The sound of the first man banging on the door was heard in a dull way, and the sound of soft footsteps on the stone slabs sounded behind the heavy door amid a frenzied howl.
Squeak squeak~
The heavy door slowly cracked a crack......
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Half a day later.
In a room in the castle.
Heavy black curtains were layered one after the other, not sparing a trace of light that tried to leak into the room, and the muffled air was mixed with a faint musty smell.
On the huge ebony shelves, the scattered books are piled up from the floor to the ceiling, and the sea of books stretches to the ground, leaving little place to stay, making one wonder if the people in the room don't have to walk.
On the ceiling, pale skeletons, complete or scattered, hung from the skull's eye hole and the end of the thigh bone, glowing like a phosphorous fire, the only source of light in the dimly lit room.
Some pale bones were discarded randomly between the sea of books, and the occasional rustling of crawling on the paper and the unknown click of broken bones sounded in the corner, and the whole dark green and dim room was as terrifying as a ghost.
The only open space not occupied by books and papers, a crucible rests on a solid platform, gurgling and bubbling, and the pungent smell of the burst bubbles is released.
A figure with a hood completely obscuring his face stood beside him, his hand showing a perfectly slender hand under his sleeve, and only a miserable white bone remained, clutching a wine glass, scooping some liquid from the cauldron, and drinking it, making a lip-smacking sound.
Suddenly, a skull hanging from the ceiling hung down, and the jaw bone Gadagada collided a few times, and two red spots lit up in the eye hole.
"Teacher, Bennett they're back, they're in trouble......"
(To be continued)
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