The publisher of the quest claimed to be a persecuted nobleman who had been killed by a nobleman after he had helped him hide an important object.

Fortunately, this noble lord was highly vigilant, and the first person sent out was one of his stand-ins.

So when the news of the death of the stand-in came, he quickly fled from his residence and hid in a secret safe house in the royal capital.

These days, the old man is also closely watching the changes in the city, and he found that although the guards of the royal capital have not received any additional work tasks, there is a hidden force that is tracking his whereabouts in the open and secret, and in desperation, he has no choice but to ask for the mercenary union.

The Mercenary Guild didn't want to get involved in this battle between the nobles, especially this kind of incident involving the big nobles. But the down-and-out aristocratic lord actually took out the token obtained by rescuing the former mercenary president, and the mercenary union had to take over the task.

Now the mercenary union has secretly issued a mission to form an escort team to send the noble lord safely to the receiving carriage outside the city.

What makes the huge force make the mercenary union with a force across the continent feel tricky, Morey thought about it and it was nothing more than those few options. This makes his gossip fire burn brightly, and with his immortal hole cards, he is no longer a mercenary who regards money as his life, but a respectable paparazzi.

......

Morey didn't expect the pot-bellied noble lord to get on a heavy carriage and arrive at the meeting place.

"Don't worry, in the City of Holy Spears, he doesn't dare to kill me just like that!"

As if to be able to see the surprise in Morey's eyes, Cyrus. Brian said with a smile.

"Hmm."

Morey didn't know what to say, so he simply mumbled in response.

However, with his identity as a masked and shadow mage, it is not abrupt, at least this Baron Cyrus does not mind at all, and warmly invites Morey to get in the car.

Of course, the excuses are ready-made, close protection!

Naturally, Morey didn't want to face the big sun and wear a mask to swagger through the market, so he half-pushed and half-got into the car.

As soon as he entered the car, Morey felt as if several spell fluctuations had scanned his body, at least Morey could sense several of them, [Detect Toxins], [Perceive Curses]. It seems that this Baron Cyrus is not as fearless as he appears.

Glancing at the green crystal that meant security was flashing, Baron Cyrus greeted him with a smile.

"Your Excellency, please be seated!"

Morey silently avoided Cyrus's enthusiastic hands and sat down a little away from the main seat.

The Baron didn't feel embarrassed, and with a wave of his hand, a few flower elves with wings on their backs flew out of the hidden lattice in the carriage, and tried to bring a cup of steaming tea to Morey.

Although Cyrus tried to woo him, Morey was not moved.

Rao is Cyrus is wide-hearted and fat, and he is inevitably a little depressed at the moment.

He didn't want to escape from the royal capital with his tail between his legs like a lost dog, he also wanted to find a strange country to continue to develop, so that one day he could avenge this.

But although he has a lot of wealth, he has too little power to use.

The loyal subordinates who had been slaughtered by the big man while they were covering their escape, now they have no wealth and no one to trust.

At this time, Morey, who was born out of nowhere, entered the sight of Cyrus, secretly powerful and definitely not a subordinate of the big man, which gave him hope, if he could recruit him into his command, then according to his hidden wealth, it would not be long before a high-level shadow mage could be piled up.

If he is lucky, the mage can enter the legend before he ascends to heaven, and he can kill it directly.

Unfortunately, although he was unusually calm, it was obvious that a lost dog who needed the protection of a shadow mage could not gain his allegiance.

Soon the topic was shifted by Cyrus to the news of the royal capital, and Morey was obviously also interested in the secrets of the royal capital, so the atmosphere swept away the previous dullness and became active again.

Immediately after passing the city gate, the speed of the carriage increased by one section.

Several of the mercenaries also mounted their horses and made a quick march towards the southern part of the Holy Spear City, apparently the first stop for the Baron Cyrus was the southern peninsula of the kingdom, where the royal capital was at its weakest.

Because of the prosperity of commerce and trade, there were several pirate forces, so the local nobles used the excuse of the need to defend against pirates, and overrecruited a large number of soldiers to form a defensive force, completely emptying the governors and officials sent by the royal capital.

The figures on the official road became more and more scarce, and in the end, there was only one convoy left, and everyone unconsciously grabbed the weapons in their hands.

Although the path they chose was relatively remote, this was the royal capital! In addition, now that all nations are coming to court, it is the most lively time, and there will be no one on this road in broad daylight? Apparently there are ghosts!

Rumble!

In the distance, there was a burst of fire, and then a loud bang followed.

As soon as a buckshot carved with a spell rune hit Lama's head, a violent explosion ensued.

After a loud bang, the four horses that had originally pulled the carriage were completely gone, but the reinforced carriage was not damaged at all, but the stump and internal organs had been changed in color.

"Enemy attack, hidden!"

One of the shield warriors shouted at the top of his voice as he held the magical wooden shield behind his back in front of him to ward off a possible attack.

The rest of the people also hid in the ravines or tunnels next to the official road, nervously looking at the surrounding situation.

As the minutes passed, the sun was still scorching, and the sweat beads on the foreheads of the shield guards were dense, from time to time from the forehead down the nose, and the cheeks slid down, but the shield guards did not dare to wipe the slightest.

Although no more projectiles were fired after the burst of muskets, the shield warrior could feel a huge murderous aura in the distance locking him in, and if he showed his flaws, he would be shot in the head in the next second.

Moved his fingers a little and became a little numb, the shield warrior knew that he couldn't go on like this, the energy he paid was twice as much as that of the other party, and if he continued to consume it like this, he would definitely lose.

"Baron Cyrus, we have to change the route, there must be an ambush from the other side ahead!"

The shield warrior shouted loudly to the carriage behind him.

Cyrus also knew that the situation was critical now, and nodded and was about to push the door out, but was stopped by Morey.

"Wait!"

The shield warrior noticed that the carriage behind him did not react, and was about to slowly retreat close to the carriage, but suddenly found that his hands, feet and limbs were rapidly losing strength.

"Am I poisoned?"

The soldier's thoughts at this moment became his last question for staying in this world, and in the distance, a musket rang out, and a headless corpse was knocked away by the huge potential energy of the projectile, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up smoke and dust on the ground.