Only a small part of what was sprinkled on the ground was spices, and the rest were things about the same shape and weight as spices, as well as some seeds of wild plants.

"What's going on?"

After a long day of digging on the ground, Byron raised his head and stared into Jamila's eyes and asked.

"Just now I was trying to find a place for Gula [the pregnant refugee] to rest, and she accidentally dropped a bag of spices, and that's what happened after that."

Jamila was a little flustered, and the face of the pregnant woman in the car turned white with fright. She thought she had made a big mistake, but now Byron and Jamila were staring at the other spice bags.

"Right now, open all the other bags!"

At Byron's orders, the hired riders opened all the pouches of spices and poured them on different wagons.

Just like the bag just now, except for the top layer, the bottom is all defective products and those used to fill in the tatters. In order to make these bags smell good enough, some ground spice powder is also poured into them.

"Bastard!"

Byron's body trembled, he had checked all these spices before, if this kind of problem still occurred, then there was only one possibility.

"I said how could he be so kind to help us send the spices so far."

Fatis frowned and got off his horse, grabbed a handful of the inferior spices that were not sold at all, and whispered a few curses in his mouth.

"Captain, let's go back, I'll slit that guy's neck, drain his blood, and fill it with these things!"

Kress walked over to Byron, who hated being deceived, and the dagger at her waist was in her hand.

Alleyne didn't say anything, just looked at Byron on his horse. If Byron had given the order, he would have led the cavalry troops directly to level the stalls of the profiteers.

"Go back and settle accounts with them."

Byron only said one word, but for the soldiers around him, this one sentence was enough.

This time, Byron and the others only took half an hour to rush back.

Byron threw 30 dinars of silver to the man who had collected the fee, and went in with a few heroes and ten hired riders.

As for the others, they waited outside for help.

"What do you say, we can sell good goods. If something goes wrong, it's not our fault, and you should ask elsewhere instead of getting in the way of us here. ”

The merchant, who was busy closing the stall, was dismissive when he heard Byron's words.

"If everybody said that their goods were wrong and that they wanted to be replaced, I would have been bankrupt a long time ago."

The merchant waved his hand, and ignored them again.

"Get out of here, don't come again!"

Two strong thugs also rushed towards Byron, intending to blast Byron out.

But at this time, Fatis and Aren, who were standing behind Byron, drew their swords, and the soldiers who were waiting for orders nearby also took out their weapons and surrounded them.

The thugs were visibly frightened, and the merchant had not expected Byron's troops to be so well-organized.

He knew that Byron was rich, but when the group opened their coats, the shiny chain mail inside was revealed, and some even had cuirasses, and they were very well armed.

But the merchant didn't seem scared, he had his own confidence.

After Byron and the others came around, the Kugit patrolling nearby also came over with scimitars and bows and arrows, and under their blue robes were sturdy scale armor and chain mail, each of which was above the level of the Kugit riders of level 3.

Counting those thugs, there are at least thirty soldiers staring at Byron now, and if they fight, the outcome is unpredictable. Moreover, in other parts of this black market, there are also several teams of cavalry, maintaining the security of the place and ensuring that there will be no armed fights between gangs.

Byron's soldiers surrounded Byron, and in the face of this situation without flinching, Byron felt a little relieved in his heart.

"Mercenaries over there, I warn you. This belongs to Hukode and Tito Qianhu, if you want to fight here, then we will give them your heads, your problems cannot be solved here! ”

The Kugit lancers, led by Kujit, walked in front of Byron's team and solemnly warned.

"That's right, if you don't want to be wanted by the Khanate, you'd better get out of here, mercenary."

Seeing so many people coming, the profiteer was full of confidence, and his words were full of ridicule.

"You think you can defeat us with a few mercenaries and a bunch of slaves you bought? Don't be delusional, man, I can't afford to offend those adults, and I can save my life without you now. ”

In the face of the other party's strong taunt, Byron's forehead was tense, and his fists were clenched tightly, and he was now like ordering that bastard to be killed, and then led his troops to destroy this place.

"It's not wise to fight them here."

But at this time, Fatis's words reminded Byron and extinguished the fire in his heart.

He deliberately did not let all the troops enter, and even when he came before, he brought more than a dozen people, and the other party did not know his full strength. This may not be wise, but it is beneficial.

For example, in the current situation, if he brought all the troops in, it might be a good deterrent, but it would also recruit all the Kugit soldiers here.

There is no benefit in fighting them, it will only offend one vote of Kugit nobles at one time, and it will only be wiped out by the steppe cavalry.

But now that guy looks a little overinflated, then it's wise to hide some of his strength, because the other party won't be particularly wary of himself, and a lot of things can be done...

"Well, for the sake of Lord Qianhe's face, I won't use force here."

Byron let his soldiers lay down their weapons, and the Kugit soldiers on the opposite side stepped back a little under the command of the lancer.

"You profiteer, you will be punished sooner or later."

Byron glared at the smug merchant and left the black market with the men.

As he walked out, he could still hear the bastard's smug laugh.

"This man is a little stupid, how did he get to this point?"

Byron said a word to Fatis and Aren, and the other two shook their heads.

"I think it's the background. But Byron, we're going to put up with it? ”

Aren's face was very bad, and his tone changed.

"Kress."

"I understand, I'm going to cut that guy's neck."

Kress glanced at Byron and nodded, she didn't know what Byron was thinking, but she was sure that the man in front of her wouldn't just give up so easily. Although she didn't get along for a long time, she struggled to survive in the bottom society, and sometimes she was more accurate than Fatis.

"No, you just have to find out why he's so fearless, and where they're going to camp and where they're going to rest, they're not going to stay here forever. But no matter who is behind them, I'm going to make these guys pay! ”

"If you want to eat me for nothing, then I'm going to make them spit it out with interest!"