Jeffrey immediately choked on a mouthful of old blood in his throat, what an ambiguous reply, he thought with great grief and indignation. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info are in the business field, and such an indecisive two words can directly lead to the unhappy dissolution of a transaction. But Eshua didn't hesitate, he gave an ambiguous answer quite crisply, and simply cut off the possibility of Geoffrey striking while the iron was hot.

At this time, the girl also took off her black knight's armor and slid out like a fish, the pitch-black close-fitting soft armor rose and fell in perfect curves, Jeffrey couldn't help but breathe, and even Esher couldn't help but glance at her waist and legs a few more times: What a stunner!

"I took it off~ Do you still want me to take it off again?" The girl said sweetly, she lay lazily on the ground, ruffling her dark purple hair, and trying her best to stretch her beautiful figure. Jeffrey's mouth was dry, and his lower abdomen was full of blood, if it weren't for the fact that the girl in front of him was a black knight, and it would be easy to kill him, he would have pushed Eshu away and pounced.

Eshu ignored her, and lowered his head to pick up the Black Knight's armor on the ground. And at this moment, the girl burst out! The slender legs bounced up like pythons and wrapped around Essho's neck, twisting him to the ground with the strength of his waist. In the next second, the girl pressed on Eixiu's neck, bent her fingers into claws, and slashed at Aexiu's eyes!

Poof!

There was a sharp pain in the chest, and the girl looked at the blade of the sword that came out of her chest in a daze, and the warm blood gushed out from her wound. Isn't this his own Death Knight Sword? How can it be...... She could scarcely believe her eyes, how could this person still hold the hilt of the sword firmly and send the blade backwards into her chest with incredible accuracy? She looked at Eshu below her, and saw only a pair of eyes that were so calm that they bordered on indifference. The girl's hand hung limply, and the sword pierced her heart, killing her with a single blow.

Jeffrey watched all this in amazement, and the fight between the viper and the tiger subsided at first, and only the person concerned knew the danger of the sword-like intertwining. But he only saw the slave girl, who secretly thought he was in the bag, stabbed in the chest with a sword. That's a slave girl with a starting price of 100,000 dinars! His face flushed with rage: "What have you done! ”

Essho pushed away the corpse on his body and glanced at the screaming Jeffrey inexplicably, with a little headache. He had heard from the old drunkard how the merchants of Sarion demanded money and died, but he didn't expect this guy to be the best among them, and he hadn't even been saved for more than three minutes!

Eshua didn't want to bother with any more words, his kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and he was also a fire in his belly. "Shut up!" He shouted at Jeffrey, "I've saved you and you're still chirping, you have the ability to catch one yourself!" Get lost! ”

Jeffrey's scolding stopped abruptly, and he finally realized the difference in combat power between himself and Estheu, and closed his mouth a little stupidly. When he saw Eshu put on the black knight's armor, he was even more disgusted: You are going for the armor? That's when he heard Esher say, "Go." ”

Jeffrey didn't move: "Where to go?" ”

"To your caravan, of course."

Caravan? Jeffrey was stunned, those people were still alive? But his vigilance will not be dispelled much by an empty phrase, "Who are you?" Jeffrey asked. I recognize the velvet you wore before, and only the top dyers of Janos can dye it so deep and bloody. Unfortunately, such goods are generally monopolized by the Merchant Guild of Sarion. I, on the other hand, am in charge of the Imperial Deal in the Saarion Chamber of Commerce. Jeffrey couldn't help but feel a little smug at this, and he looked at Estheu, trying to see some clues in the other man's face, but he was disappointed again: Eshu snorted and looked as usual: "Yes, I am a death row prisoner who escaped from Janos at that time, hiding in your convoy out of the city. ”

Geoffrey only felt that the old blood from before was rolling in his throat again, but he didn't expect the other party to be so happy, and before he could even recognize it, Eshu shook off his identity as a fugitive, and lightly pressed Jeffrey's momentum along with the words that were ready to be released on the tip of his tongue. But what can Jeffrey say? Send Esher back to the Empire? Will he have to have this ability to be manipulated by the Black Knight?

This young man doesn't seem to be just a reckless man with a lot of martial arts...... Jeffrey wiped the cold sweat from his head. With a rock-like and calm personality, the ability to subdue the black knight in an instant, and the ability to put himself at a disadvantage in the battle of speech and wit twice in a row, his ability has long been far beyond what he can achieve at his age! Who did this young man learn from before he became a death row inmate?

The two of them walked out of the dense forest one after the other, and a death knight horse was impatiently gnawing on the bark of a tree, and when he saw Eshy, he rubbed it up with some flattery. "This is your warhorse?" Jeffrey asked, surprised, "What do you have to do with those Black Knights?" ”

"It doesn't matter, I'm temporarily tamed." Esher said. Only then did Geoffrey notice a not shallow palm print on the face armor of the war horse, and his eyelids jumped slightly. He has traveled all these years, and he can be regarded as well-informed, and this palm print reminds him of the Fieldsway's usual horse taming method: pinching the horse's face. Those reckless men of Van Skerry's half-breed tamed horses were also as sharp as murder and overkill, revealing a strong pirate style: one pinch, two hammers, and three throats. Of course, the first step stumped countless people, even if Fields was walking everywhere in rough men, only the rough men among rough men, and the Fields Warriors who were awarded the title of berserker had the strength to pinch the face bones of the war horse into unbearable pain. However, even a berserker can't easily tame a Konninga horse, let alone a Death Knight horse that is even more violent than Konninga's? Pinch and tame a master of the Death Knight warhorse...... Geoffrey stared at Estheau's barely muscular arm, unable to connect it with the strange force that was enough to make a palm print on the iron armor. Jeffrey's eyes on Esher suddenly changed a little: this kid is a natural thug! I wonder if the Sarrion Chamber of Commerce's dog leash can tie him?

Estheu glanced at Jeffrey, he didn't like the look in the eyes of the Salionite merchant, his eyes were full of ulterior motives. Compared to the old drunkards who have always liked to play tricks on him, they seem extremely frank. "Get on the horse." Esher said.

The Death Knight had good horses, and the two soon met the convoy that followed along the road. And Estheu's Death Knight Armor made the entire mercenary team feel like a great enemy, after all, they were almost bloodied by the Black Knight before. It wasn't until he saw Jeffrey on horseback that Salamaran signaled to lift the guard. Jeffrey let out a sigh of relief, and nearly fell off his horse. It's finally over! He thought with some trepidation, at least the goods were not damaged. Although the item in his pocket is worth far more than the goods of the entire fleet, it does not bring me any real income, and those velvets and spices mean a lot of shiny dinars!

Salamane limped up to him, "Jeffrey, it's great to see you're okay. ”

"You're okay, that's better." Jeffrey sincerely said that although he was a model of a businessman from Saarion, he himself had a good personal relationship with Salaman. "When I return to Saarion, I'll pay you double the commission."

Salaman was stunned for a moment, and a smile bloomed on his face: "Okay." He turned to the lifeless team of mercenaries and shouted, "Cheer up, boys! When the mission is over, double the commission! Let's go to the Fire and Sword Tavern in Silverlake for a drink! I'm in for a treat! ”

The mercenaries' dead faces gradually loosened, and someone shouted, "Is this true, boss? ”

Salamane asked rhetorically, "Have you ever seen me?" ”

He was answered by the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd: "No! Long live the chief! ”

Salaman breathed a sigh of relief: if it weren't for that, he really wouldn't have been able to boost the morale of these frightened birds. He turned his head to look at Eshu, and slashed the saber in his hand three times, which was the most solemn "Great Grace Knife" of the Daxia people: "Thank you for this warrior's rescue." The saving grace cannot be repaid. My mercenary group owes you a favor. ”

Eshua waved his hand and rolled over and dismounted. Only then did Jeffrey and Salamatan notice that the man in front of him was already full of fatigue, with an empty stomach for dozens of hours, and it was two of the most dangerous hand-to-hand bloody battles in succession, even Eshy, who could wrestle with the ice bear, felt a double overdraft in his mental body. He did not hesitate, but begged Salman for some dry food and water, and ate and drank on the spot.

Jeffrey counted the caravan's losses and let out a sigh of relief: nothing was wrong except for a carriage that had been pierced by the Black Knight's spear and a few valuable Janos red velvets. He poked Salamatan lightly: "You see people very accurately, tell me if this kid is trustworthy?" ”

Salaman pondered for a moment and replied firmly, "Yes." ”

"Why?"

"Did you notice the young man's eyes?" "It's clean, it's clear," Salamane said, "like a river beside Essos, and there's no intrigue to hide." He glanced at Jeffrey, "Where is it like you." ”

"You ......," Jeffrey scolded. Salaman was his guarantor, but he still hadn't dispelled his guard. It was the item he kept so precious that it even caused the Death Knights, who had been operating near Alpine Fort for many years, to send a team. He wasn't sure who had leaked the rumor - no, it didn't matter who it was, what mattered was how credible the rumor was. The higher the credibility, the more dangerous the caravan's situation becomes, and there are still three days to go to Larria, and who knows what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods will be killed on the way. Blessed by the goddess of order...... He prayed subconsciously, and then snorted violently.

"It's better to send a punishment knight!"