1650 Grass
"Okay, today's batch has been delivered."
Some time later, in the northeast of the Hulun settlement, a carriage that had been driving slowly for a long time staggered to a halt between the streets and alleys where the white tents were grouped together, and the coachman sitting at the front of the carriage then jumped down with a heavy tribal accent, and at the same time shook off his sweat and tribal shirt tied around his waist to the other two tribal warriors who came forward: "Really, it's all up to me to move up and down over there...... How long will this physical work continue? β
"Lasts until it doesn't need to be shipped." The soldiers who beckoned the rest of the tribes around them began to burrow into the carriage, and the tribal warriors in charge of the joints replied coldly to the coachman: "Don't ask if you have anything extra, and don't ask about anything superfluous." β
"Okay, okay, I know the rules." Pushing his hands, the coachman completely let go of the entrance of the carriage he was blocking: "But no matter how much of a person looks like wood, he should be a little curious now, since that incident, I have been sent to transport these things, and I have been doing it until now, and I haven't finished transporting it yet?" β
"If nothing else, you'll be working for a long time." The leading tribal warrior pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist and replied coldly, "If you don't want to do it, just say it, and we'll find someone else." β
"Don't, don't, such a good reward, the goods I usually pull are not worth the price." With a smile on his face again, the coachman rubbed his hands together like a businessman: "I'm just...... Well, I'm thinking about whether or not to give this job to more people, even if I give them some more wages - what are you doing? If you have something to say, it's good to say! β
"Don't forget your agreement with us." Flashes of dazzling sword light flashed between the people who were constantly moving up and down, accompanied by a whispered warning from the tribal warrior: "If you spread the word about the shipment, your head will soon hit the ground, we can guarantee it." β
"Ahahahaha, of course I know this, after all, it's a member of the Shi Nan Army." There were a few drops of sweat on the side of his dry smile, and the coachman with his hands raised looked like he didn't dare to move: "It's hard to say anything else about the Shi Nanjun, this killing decision is well-known in our clan...... Don't worry, I will never dare to say it. β
"Good." The hilt of the knife, which seemed to be motionless, was slowly retracted, and the solemn gaze of the tribal warrior then moved to the side of the carriage: "When the boxes are all removed, let's go, don't stay here for long." β
"Okay, okay, I know, I know." Nodding his head by the hair for a while, the coachman began to retreat back with a smile on his face: "Then it will be this time tomorrow, and I will come over on time." β
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Without saying too much, the tribal warrior had already turned around and began to make a command gesture in the direction where his soldiers began to gather and leave, but the coachman's footsteps looking at the back stayed in place, and the action of wanting to get in the car and set off also paused for a moment: "That...... I still have a question I'd like to inquire about. β
"I heard that someone stole the 'Wind Stone' two days ago, is this true?"
He hesitated to say this, and then shrunk his neck in the sharp gaze that came back unexpectedly from the front: "There are a lot of rumors recently, I, I feel a little curious, so I want to ask, I want to ask." β
"That's right, so we're after the prisoner as well." After staring at the coachman for a long time, the tribal warrior finally retracted his gaze: "If you see her, please be sure to come and inform us as soon as possible, don't act rashly, do you hear clearly?" β
"Well, that's a heinous crime." With a gesture of both hands in front of him, the coachman's shocked expression was then hurriedly retracted in the warning gaze handed out by the other party: "I believe in the strength of your warriors, you will definitely be able to catch that sinner back as soon as possible, and together with the Stone of Wind Suppression-"
"Well, that's not something you should be doing." Interrupting the coachman's words with a raised hand, the half-turned tribal warrior twisted the gray-white scarf on his head to the top of his forehead: "You just have to complete your mission." β
"Well, then I'm leaving." Rolling back to the front of the carriage, the coachman, who had raised his whip, pressed his head and whispered, "Or is it this time tomorrow?" β
"That's right."
Amid the neighing of the horses and the squeaking of the carriage, the unloaded carriage left the place as fast as it could, and the coachman, who had been groveling, put away his smile on his face and sighed deeply: "...... Call. β
"Looks like you've got a lot of trouble."
Sighing for some reason, the coachman and the rickety carriage quickly shuttled back and forth between the countless white tents, but the route of the march seemed to be shaking off something, and kept circling around the settlement camp where the noise and chatter were constantly sounding: "I heard that there are some outsiders from the tribe in the past two days, it seems that it is called the Sioux or something......
"The Sioux? I've heard of this tribe, it seems to be a very powerful tribe, it used to be called the 'King of the North' or something. β
"How is that possible? I went to the west and saw them, and they looked like a bunch of migrating tribes, not like a powerful tribe at all. β
"It's natural, I heard that they left the Medris meadow a long time ago, stayed for a long time in the barren meadows of the northwest, and then didn't know why they came here......"
It's another bunch of outsiders who don't know why they're here.
Silently pronounced this sentence in his heart, the coachman who kept hearing the rumors of the market closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but the carriage that kept jolting slowly stopped his steps at this time, and fixed in front of an ordinary white tent huddled together: "Have you arrived?" β
"I've had enough troubles, and I'm not in the mood to worry about these things anymore."
Saying this to himself, he turned around and took out a small wooden box from the carriage behind him, and the dilapidated wooden box, which had not been found under the hands of the soldiers before him, also exuded a faint aroma of food at this time, and moved quickly to the side of the white tent in the hands of the coachman: "I brought it back, you can eat first." β
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"I went to the surrounding places to inquire, and that guy should be the one who has caused a storm in the Manchus recently."
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"How is it possible, we won't take her in all the time."
Standing at the door of the tent arguing with someone who didn't know what kind of person it was, the coachman's lowered voice became a little more urgent at this time: "The atmosphere in the clan is as tight as a storm now, something big must be happening, we are looking for such trouble at this time, aren't we afraid of getting burned?" β
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"I know that the woman was picked up by me, and the trouble I picked up by myself should of course be handled by myself." Pointing to his chest, the coachman once again put on a completely different posture from the previous groveling: "I have also inquired about some other news, and I have some speculation about the origin of that woman, so I ......"
"You don't have to worry about it, I'll take care of it."
The hand that opened the curtain began to be put back, and the coachman's cold expression was as determined as he had made: "When that woman's injuries are a little better, I will find an opportunity to send her out, and I will send her-um." β
"I heard that a group of foreigners have recently moved from the west, so let's send them to them." He lowered the curtain and walked back in the direction of the carriage, "It's a good thing that trouble and trouble come together, at least it doesn't have anything to do with us anymore, if something really goes wrong-"
"Those foreigners should take our place."
The corners of his mouth curled into a smug smile, and the coachman then drove the carriage out of the place again, and the shaking carriage, which seemed to be integrated into the prosperity of the settlement, stopped for a moment at the next intersection, as if he had found something unusual in the chaotic and lively crowd: "Who? β
"Ah, sorry, sorry." Pressing the hood behind his gray magic robe, Duan Qing, who suddenly appeared from the side of the driver's position, walked out slowly with a smile: "It's time for the invisibility potion, so I'm really sorry to scare you accidentally." β
"Invisibility potion?" Looking up and down at the appearance of the adventurer who came forward, the suspicious eyes of the coachman, who didn't know what the other party was talking about, also returned to normal in the next moment: "Ahem...... I wonder what this one, uh, outsiders are doing with the villain? Is there something you want to find a villain? β
"My name is Lin Yuan Broken Water, and I'm a new adventurer here." Bending down and making a salute to the coachman, Duan Qing's expression was also as usual with a smile and indifference: "I don't know what Your Excellency is called?" β
"My name is Bargren and I'm a coachman." His hands clenched the reins in front of him, and the coachman's appearance was still as relaxed as he appeared: "You're new here?" What is the profession of an adventurer? β
"You can just think of it as a service industry, even though I'm also a temporary worker now, and I've been assigned to watch the gate." Helplessly, he spread his hands, and the smile on the corner of Duan Qing's mouth still didn't let go: "The reason why I want to come out and meet you is just an accident...... Well, there's something I want to ask you about. β
"Do you know a woman named Nahia?" He held up the adventurer's manual in his hand, and gestured with his other hand in front of the other party: "One meter six or seven - ah no, it's nearly two fats tall, it should be beautiful, and the kind of ...... that just recently disappeared near Apollon."
"I don't know." Saying this answer with a smile, the coachman named Bagren replied quickly in a voice: "I thought you were here to talk about some business of pulling a car, but it turned out that you were just looking for someone?" β
"I really don't know?" A little light flashed in his eyes, and Duan Qing, who ignored the other party's rhetorical question, still smiled and continued: "I heard that after that woman caused trouble in the Elders' Hall, she fled in this direction to the vicinity of this area, I thought that you, who often go around here, have witnessed something. β
"I'm just a trucker, and I usually help people pull goods." Some fine sweat oozed from his face, and Bagren's voice seemed to tremble a little when he replied: "I don't have the heart to see what everyone on the grassland looks like, where they come from and where they are going, just earning some gold coins to supplement the family is already very difficult." β
"It's really not been easy lately, and we adventurers can feel the same way." Clapping his hands, Duan Qing also put on an encouraging expression: "But even if you are a coachman, if you want to make a career, you can do it...... Come on! Don't lose to the so-called tribal warriors and magnates, if you have the heart, you can definitely succeed. β
"Huh? That, that's of course. Slightly stunned, the coachman Bagren subconsciously replied: "Thank you for your encouragement and appreciationβis there anything else?" β
He bowed again as a salute, and Duan Qing, who was retreating backwards, then gave way to the road ahead very kindly, and the coachman who reacted then subconsciously retracted his gaze and drove the carriage slowly past in front of the gray-robed magician. Seeing the carriage disappear at the end of the crowd, the smile on Duan Qing's face slowly disappeared, and he made a few more heavy strokes on the adventurer's manual in his hand, and then pointed his finger at the place he had just marked: "Heh, it's not in vain that I spent so much effort to track down here." β
"Now the question is how to cut into this incident, and it is better to be more logical." His fingers and gaze moved up and down every part of the adventurer's map, and the light of thought in his eyes became more and more intense: "I guess I was scared just now, I hope it can play a little bit of a role." β
Following the road the driver had traveled before and his own record on the map, he walked again to the small tent where the other party had gotten off and stopped, and then his gaze stopped for a while, and then he turned his gaze to the windmill that stood not far away before the sunset, and seemed to be constantly locating his position: "Well, here, they will probably choose to bypass from the south, and then touch beyond the wilderness to the west...... All right. β
"Just lay an ambush near this place."
After another period of covert observation and waiting, he quietly left the vicinity of the tent, and then silently disappeared into the distance of the settlement camp where the Su had been temporarily arranged in the midst of the bustling crowd around him.