"I've heard that the United Kingdom of Krulord is rich in fine red crystals, and if you want to pay the ransom, please replace them all with top quality crystals. I'll settle the deal privately with Dora. Ignoring Margaret, who looked embarrassed, Moriarty looked at the caravan steward and the old werewolf.

"Absolutely, no problem." As for the distribution of the ransom, Franklin had planned to split it with the mage. After all, the caravan and himself have survived until now, almost all of them depend on the presence of Moriarty, so he immediately agreed.

"It can be done." Clausewitz didn't care about paying the ransom in the form of red crystals, at least in Wolfgang's treasury, there were a lot of top-grade red crystals in stock, and it didn't take anything to take them out instead of ransom.

Soon, the five wolf cavalrymen who would immediately return to the headquarters to report the news were selected by the old werewolf. Armed with a text message from Clausewitz and Margaret's handsome signature, the five wolf horsemen forced their way back to the north bank of the Sandos River before dusk, and disappeared into the distant wasteland under the watchful eyes of humans and werewolves.

After sending off the messenger, Doro and Longinus set up camp on the south bank, waiting for the caravan to cross Sandos early tomorrow morning.

After almost a day and night of fierce fighting, and the test of continuous hard fighting and death pressure, as soon as they relaxed, most of the members of the Dora caravan could no longer hold on, and one by one they had to lie down and rest after finding a leeward position. Franklin, despite his weariness, forced the bonfire to be lit first before letting his men lie down near the fire. And because Longinus's wolf cavalry had become the caravan's guards, they could sleep peacefully, including Grant and Huber, and do their best to nourish their spirits and recover their bodies.

And only Moriarty and White seem to be still energetic and tired, and I don't know if they have drunk stamina supplements.

Because he wanted to protect the safety of Doro's caravan and fulfill his promise, Clausewitz directly merged Longinus's camp with Doro. More than forty wolf cavalry were divided into five groups and began to take turns patrolling and guarding the caravan around the clock.

As if not wanting to disturb the rest of the other Doras, Moriarty and White left the camp, and a small bonfire was raised on a large rock slab jutting out on the bank of the river, and then some broth and a few grilled sausages were set on the rack, and the two began to drink.

"That Valyosha is really a hybrid of elves and Beamon? … Ahem" White poured a large cup of Lester into his throat in one go, not wanting to touch the injury in his chest, and couldn't help coughing.

"Yes, non-Beamon is not mad, non-elves are not murmuring." Moriarty nodded and looked at White's face with concern: "It seems that Shaman Beamon has left you a lot of memento. Although the 'Shield of Thorns' is powerful, its self-damage is too powerful. ”

"That old ogre is really a character, just like you, he can be regarded as a demon martial arts professional. If he hadn't saved people and broke into the car fort alone, we probably wouldn't have had a chance to keep him. ”

"Indeed." Moriarty picked up a sausage that had been roasted all over his body, handed it to White, and pressed the strength of the wine on his chest: "Actually, you should also have noticed that the Gordon Shaman of the Savage Totem is very similar to Wolfgang's Clausewitz Adjutant. ”

"After you say this, it's really so..."Hearing this, White couldn't help but be stunned, and a light lit up in his eyes.

"The top 'veterans' with rich experience and strong strength have invariably appeared in the thieves group and acted as auxiliary deputies. What does this stand for? Moriarty asked with a chuckle.

"Either Krurod's military top brass has gone mad and begun to squander the most valuable resources of senior officers without restraint; Otherwise, it means that Krulord is already preparing for the next war, and is now actively relying on the 'veterans' to pass on valuable battlefield experience to the new generation of potential commanders." White didn't think about it, and blurted it out. …,

"You've been a soldier too, right? Mr. White. Before White's words fell, the old werewolf was already carrying half of the wild snow antelope that had just been hunted, and slowly walked towards the big rock slab, followed by Margaret.

"Not bad." White stood up, took the washed delicacy from Clausewitz's hand, and then walked over to Moriarty and sat down, reserving his place to the other man.

"Would you like a drink, old Crow?" From his pocket, Moriarty took out two more tin glasses and an unopened bottle of Garcia wine, which had been sent to him by the caravan of the Guò Ensberg family a year earlier.

"Erathia's 'Red Pearl'? Well, it's been many years since I've paid for this nectar fountain. Without any rustiness or politeness, Clausewitz smiled, took the wine bottle, and began to look at the wine in the glass bottle by the light of the fire, as if he were the best drunkard.

"You may be seated, Miss Margaret." Moriarty made an inviting gesture to the werewolf beside her, and the werewolf sat down quietly.

"I'll open the bottle, okay?" At this time, the old werewolf suddenly looked at Moriarty and said, "In the way of the Krulord soldiers." ”

"Of course." Hearing this, Moriarty laughed and seemed to be looking forward to it. On the other side, White, who was cutting the flesh and bones of the snow antelope and forking the skewers one by one, also stopped his movements at the same time and set his eyes here.

Without any more words, Clausewitz slowly handed the bottle to his left hand, while his right hand rested lightly on the hilt of his saber. Then, as if a cold moonlight pierced through the darkness and clouds for thousands of miles, it suddenly descended on the banks of the Sandos River, and the old werewolf's scimitar slid through the air with a curve more graceful than a rainbow, and then, like the most stingy miser, immediately put the sword into its sheath like a glimpse.

From the beginning to the end, it seemed that the old werewolf just slashed at the empty void with great speed. But when Moriarty took the bottle again at the other party's signal, what he saw was a thin mark on the glass bottle mouth that was thinner than a hair. Then, Moriarty stretched out his index finger and flicked it lightly on the mouth of the bottle, and with a soft "pop", the glass mouth immediately flew out and fell, and the edge of the broken bottle mouth was smoother and more delicate than the diamond carefully polished by the turner.

"This is the 'triumphant' of the classical wolf cavalry? It's beautiful! Moriarty looked up, looked at the old werewolf, and praised loudly.

"Thank you." The old werewolf nodded lightly, and then sat down slowly: "Mr. Moriarty, you seem to be very familiar with many of Krulrod's traditions and allusions, can you tell me why?" You know, even many young people in the United Kingdom are no longer interested in Croulaud's past. ”

"As I've said before, I'm a history buff and know a little bit about the military. The most valuable historical and cultural systems on the continent are the Ancient Elf Empire and the later Great Beamon Empire. Moriarty smiled, filled each of the four glasses with wine, and raised his glass: "Cheers to peace and friendship." ”

"Cheers." Although Moriarty's toast was a little far-fetched and overly beautiful, the other three raised their glasses together and touched each other.

"But aren't you a mage by profession? How do you like these? Also, you should still have the rank of the warrior class, right? Clausewitz drank his wine in one gulp, then took the bottle without changing his face, poured it for himself, and asked.

"It's all about survival, and of course it's all about interest." Moriarty shrugged easily. …,

So, what are your goals for the future? A powerful mage, or a sophisticated scholar, or a wealthy magnate, or a professional soldier? The old werewolf asked again.

"Maybe it will be, maybe it won't." Moriarty thought for a moment and told the truth, although such a truth sounded like a lie.

Hearing Moriarty's answer, Clausewitz did not continue to ask, but took a sip of the wine in the glass. The atmosphere around the campfire was cold for a while.

"Mr. Moriarty, you are a mage. This trip with the Dora caravan is it a trip? After a while, the werewolf suddenly put down her glass and asked.

"No, it's going to Erathia to take care of some business." Moriarty shook his head as he handed a roasted sausage to the other party, "Soon, we will return to Bracada." ”

"Thank you." Margaret thanked her, but she didn't eat it: "Then will you consider coming to Croud in the future?" If a mage like you joins, I think my father will be very happy. ”

"Your father?" Moriarty smiled at the werewolf's sudden solicitation.

"Ah, my father was also a wolf cavalry officer... I think magic is really helpful for military combat, so if you can join our Krulrod military, you will definitely get the utmost respect and the best treatment. What's more, your magic crossbow bolts are so powerful. Margaret seems to have deliberately avoided her fatherhood, instead continuing to fervently agitate the mage.

"Maybe, maybe I'll go to Croulrod." Moriarty thought for a moment, and instead of simply refusing, he replied in a fictitious tone: "However, even if I get there, what I want to do is not to be a magician. ”

"And what is your wish?" Margaret was slightly stunned.

"Rebuilding the 'Spirit', that's the real 'magic'." Moriarty suddenly smiled and said to the old werewolf, "If there really is such a day, can I invite you to come and help me, Clausewitz staff?" ”

"You say that the staff is the brain, so who will the brain you build point the sword at?" The old werewolf looked at Moriarty without concession and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't have a goal yet, but there is always no shortage of enemies or enemies. You tell me? Moriarty raised his glass to the old werewolf.

"Humph!" Clausewitz snorted coldly and was silent for a moment, but finally clinked glasses lightly with Moriarty

Thanks to the "Laughing Heroes", "The White Rabbit is Not Me", "I Only Vote", and "Ice Picks" for their tips. At the same time, the "Lucifer ★ Heaven" brother's reminder vote was also won! (Normal one more, shameful)