"Ha, I've finally put these strong boys in order. It's really tiring. Franklin slowly looked inside and outside the castle, and found that it was calm, so he lowered his voice and let out a long breath, then walked to the campfire, sat down beside Moriarty, and picked up a cold dinner and ate it hurriedly.

"Have a hot cup of tea. I'm afraid it's going to be a long night tonight. When the steward had taken two bites of food, Moriarty took out some "ivy leaves", poured hot water into the cup, and handed them over.

"Thank you, Sir... Ah, what a great tea. Franklin took the somewhat hot glass, blew away some of the hot mist from the mouth, took a sip, and exclaimed.

"Add some rest, it tastes better." As he spoke, Moriarty took out a small tiny tin pot from his bosom, unscrewed the lid tightly, and immediately a mellow aroma of wine wafted in the cold air.

"Black tea with good wine, hehe, sir, I have to say, you are really a person who will enjoy life." The steward smelled the wine and laughed. When Moriarty added a little more rest to his cup, Franklin took another sip, only to feel that his mouth was full of fragrance, and even his somewhat sleepy spirit was refreshed.

"Sir, are you considering selling the recipe for this tea?" After a few more sips, Franklin suddenly turned to the mage and asked, "To be honest, I think that if you can sell it openly, there will be quite a few people who will like the taste of this tea." ”

Obviously, even in the unknown danger, this old businessman always does not lose his true colors, and strives for every profitable business opportunity.

"Naturally, it won't be sold." He glanced at the shrewd steward with a little amusement, but in fact, the idea of mass production and sale of ivy leaves had long been in Morati's mind, so he said lightly: "If the Doro Chamber of Commerce is interested, my Earth Studio may be able to set up a workshop with you; I provide the recipe and part of the funding, Doro takes care of the production and subsequent sales, and the profit is distributed proportionately among the shares. I think this model is appropriate and beneficial for both you and me. ”

"Your Tiyì is very wise, sir." When he heard this, the steward's heart immediately rejoiced.

With Franklin's many years of experience as a businessman, it is natural to be sure that the "Ivy Leaf" will be able to cater to the delicate taste buds of many Elasia nobles. It's just that as an ordinary person, he couldn't have imagined that in fact, the real market for this unique tea was among the mage class who were too wealthy to speak in Bracada.

"As for the specifics, we'll talk about it when we get back to Fort Ford."

With that, Moriarty nodded in acknowledgment, then got up and returned to his carriage and began his meditation homework. Franklin, on the other hand, was left alone by the campfire and began to work on the draft for the future black tea workshop. Even the threat from the bandits was completely forgotten for a while.

Nearly two hours later, a hurried sound of horses' hooves broke through the peace of the night and galloped towards the round carriage castle. Immediately, the alarmed Franklin and some of the startled mercenary guards got up one after another, looked in the direction of the sound, and soon saw through the faint light that it was the two knights Camaro and Grant who were returning quickly.

As the two approached quickly, the mercenary with strong night vision immediately noticed that the armor and helmets of the two knights were covered with dark spots and stains of various sizes, as if they had been showered in a special rain. And when they really came to the front of the chariot and turned over and dismounted, a strong smell of blood mixed with the invisible killing intent exuding from the knight's body immediately told everyone unmistakably that the dirt on the steel armor was really made of dried flesh and blood. …,

"How's it going, Camaro Knight?" With a low shout, he called the somewhat restless mercenary to stay in place, and the steward trotted towards the seventh-level knight himself.

"It's bad, Mr. Franklin. About fifteen kilometers to the north, we found a large number of big-eared barbarian thieves. And they're coming here fast, and it looks like we're in the right place. Camaro didn't take off his helmet, but just "clicked" his long riding gun into the ground, and then stepped forward to report back to the other party.

"Massive? How many are there? Franklin asked, clenching his fists.

"Because it's night, I can't really see it. Grant and I tentatively stormed the flank of the Thieves, but were quickly forced back. As far as I can deduce, the number of thieves should not be less than three hundred, and may even reach more than four hundred. And..."Speaking of this, the seventh-level knight suddenly spoke, as if there was something more terrifying that was difficult to state.

"What else? Say! Franklin was in a hurry and immediately shouted.

"And, we've found traces of ogres in the ranks of the enemy." At this time, Grant on the side said in a deep voice.

'Ogre?' Savage Totem'? Hearing these three words, Franklin was also stunned, and his face instantly turned pale as paper.

"Steward Franklin, could it be that the goods transported by your caravan this time are so rare that they have attracted one of the three giants of the hurricane to intercept it?" At this time, Moriati, who had also come to the two of them, asked in a deep voice.

"Impossible! I am the head of the caravan, and I can guarantee that all the goods in the wagons are just the common 'general goods' in the market. And this transportation, except for the total amount is larger, there is nothing special about it. Franklin turned to look at Moriarty and explained.

"Or is it just a coincidence?" Moriarty nodded to the steward, acknowledging the explanation.

"No, it's not going to be a casual accident." Later, White said directly: "Gather more than three hundred big-eared barbarians, plus an unknown number of ogres, not to mention that the enemy still has a semi-official group of thieves with a privateer license 'Savage Totem'. It is impossible for a military operation of this magnitude to be carried out without prior confirmation and approval from the top of the bandit group. As a crossbowman and quasi-mid-ranking officer of the former Dawn Fortress, White's military qualities did not regress in the slightest by leaving the legion, and immediately judged.

"Mr. White is right. There must be a preset goal for such a large-scale thief attack, and here and now, only our large caravan can meet the enemy's 'big appetite'. Grant immediately echoed White's point.

"In this way, the information on the caravan's departure was stolen in advance, and the Savage Totem was informed of this news in advance, prompting the thieves to make a big move, and it seems that someone wanted to bury the entire caravan in the Hurricane Wasteland by the hands of the thieves." At this time, Moriarty suddenly smiled coldly and said.

"It must be the 'Mayflower' mongrel! Only these despicable villains would do such an unconscionable evil thing. After hearing Moriarty's words, Camaro immediately roared.

"Bastards, traitors to the human race!" Grant and Huber on the side were also angry.

"That's it! Calm down, gentlemen! What is needed for all of us now is not shrewd cursing or cursing, but figuring out how to survive the onslaught of the Savage Totem. Franklin's face was pale, but his voice remained calm and hard: "So, Camaro Knight, how long do you estimate it will be before the thieves get here?" ”

"The big-eared barbarians march faster, but the ogres are relatively slow. In the worst-case scenario, in an hour and a half, the enemy could launch the first wave of attacks against us. Camaro replied. …,

"An hour and a half?" Glancing at the three knights around him, Moriarty and White, Franklin raised his forehead slightly and said, "Then, get ready to fight, gentlemen." In the Hurricane Wastes, it is impossible for a caravan to outrun a thief. So, we have to hold on to the camp no matter what. The only thing to be thankful for is that it is located next to the Sandos Boundary River, and as long as it can hold out until dawn tomorrow, there will be a chance to find a way to retreat to the south bank. ”

"Yes, Butler Franklin!" The three knights agreed in unison.

"Obey your command, Mr. Franklin." The big war was imminent, and Moriarty did not hesitate.

Immediately, the entire caravan was awakened. In the drowsy and ignorant, the news of the imminent attack of a large number of thieves was like a bucket of cold snow water, which instantly washed everyone's mind and nerves, and made everyone wake up at once. Inevitably, however, a small commotion broke out in the crowd of the castle, only to be immediately suppressed by the enraged Franklin steward.

"Now, everyone who wants to return to Erathia alive has heard carefully that we are going to face a band of thieves who are cruel and tyrannical. Maybe any of you have heard of the name, Savage Totem! Franklin looked at the bright and dark faces below him expressionlessly, and yelled coldly.

"What? Savage Totem? ”

"Those man-eating ogres!"

"Oh my God, we're going to be eaten alive."

Hearing these four words come out of Franklin's mouth, everyone, including the mercenary guards, only felt that there was a bloody cold wind blowing through their skin, making people shiver and shiver.

"So, by now you should understand, no amount of cowardice, weakness, or cowardice will bring about the softness of the bloodthirsty heart, but will only provoke them to be more excited, more cruel, and more unscrupulous. If anyone doesn't want to be the ogre's breakfast tomorrow, from now on, cheer me up, grab any weapon I can find at hand, resist, fight, fight! With that, the steward glanced at everyone fiercely and gave up his place to Camaro

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