With the help of the soldiers, Delano and Jeanne loaded the barrels one by one into the wagon.

Each of the three carriages seemed to have a different purpose, one for pulling goods, the other for a metal-clad carriage, and of course the carriage in which the commander had been riding, with the barrel of a gun sticking out of the compartment.

What worries Draenor is that Vicilico seems to have disappeared since the soldiers appeared.

The guy always made some unusual moves when it mattered most, and Draenor regretted that he hadn't tied her to his side at the time, but considering that Vicky had at least never dragged his feet after knowing her for so long, he only hoped that Vicky had suddenly come up with some brilliant way to hide herself in this tense moment.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Just as Draenor was about to load the last barrel of rum into the wagon, the commander suddenly raised his voice and shouted at him.

Delaeno didn't know what suspicious he had made, and the commander didn't continue, just frowned and pointed slightly to the other carriage behind him.

"Ahh

It dawned on him that he had forgotten the unwritten agreement he had made with the commander before. He pretended to pick up the dozen kilogram barrels with great difficulty, gritted his teeth and sent it to the commander's private carriage.

"It's said that you've known Leg for so long, and it seems that you still don't understand some rules? That's not going to work, it's good for you and me to be enlightened. ”

The commander said with a smile as he looked at the wine brought to the wagon, turned and pulled out a metal flask from the carriage, and the soldiers habitually ran to the side of the wagon, tilted the barrel and unscrewed the cork, and the turbid liquid like molten wax flowed into the flask.

Just as the commander was about to pick up the flask and enjoy the long-lost wine, he suddenly stopped his movements, he slowly moved his gaze from the silver flask to Draenor's body, hesitated for a moment, and handed the flask to the other party.

"You must be a rum lover too, right? Anyway, you are also a guest of Pyara, how hard it is to come all the way, don't you want to taste it? ”

"Rum lover"? It was the most difficult character Draenor had ever encountered, the liquor could be intoxicating just by smelling it twice, and he had already learned the horrors of "fine wine". But it was clear that the commander's intention was not really for the sake of the group, and in any case it was a gift to be sent to the Long King, and in any case he had to make sure that no poison was mixed into the drink.

Without the slightest hesitation, Draenor quickly took the flask and drank the hot rum, the heat spreading from his chest, burning his stomach like lava. But it didn't end there, he grinned with the urge to vomit:

"Wow! Much more comfortable! A few glasses of a rich wine like this won't be enough! ”

The Commander narrowed his eyes and stared at Draenor for a few seconds, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Not really! The drinks in Spiritwater Town are simply the ** given to us by Abel's mother! Deliver the gifts that the guests brought to me on the city walls for safekeeping! The rest of me come! ”

When the soldiers heard the order, they immediately took action, and just as Draenor was about to turn back to look for Viklico, a rickety old woman blindfolded with a black cloth appeared on the side of the train.

"Chad? My precious grandson, where have you been? ”

Before Draenor could react, the commander rushed over and grabbed the old woman's arm.

"Huh? You're not Chad! Don't look at me as a blind old woman, at least I have a way to recognize my grandson! ”

The commander smiled bitterly and helped the old woman from nowhere to the side of the carriage. He quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, but fortunately he didn't let the blind aunt fall because of his own negligence.

"Look at you! Don't just want to see our great king, at least honor your grandmother! ”

No matter how elaborately dressed she was, just looking at the old woman's cane, Delano could have guessed that this was a new trick of Viklico, and she wrapped her arms and neck firmly in gauze, and with her rickety figure and fake voice, even the others in her company almost didn't recognize her.

Draenor thought of what he had heard in the Bedouins, and while some Lycos were naturally irascible and belligerent, even the most vicious characters had to concede three points in front of the elders. Vicky may have remembered this and used the psychology of the Lycos to dress herself up as an old woman.

"Ahh Please hurry up and get on the bus! Delano continued the play as Viklico had planned, and the soldiers around him hurriedly opened the door and helped the elderly "old woman" into the carriage.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart for Viklico's intelligence, probably because of the long journey along the way, his attention was a little distracted, and he forgot for a moment that it was the blood-red eyes that were most likely to reveal Viklico's identity. Unexpectedly, she was really blindfolded and pretended to be a blind old woman.

Thinking of this, Delano took Jeanne into the carriage, and the commander looked at the dwarf uncle who was still by the train and asked everyone in the carriage:

"Isn't that guy going with you?"

"Ahh Forget it, he's also a train mechanic, don't think about meeting King Snowway for the rest of your life, leave him alone, just send him some food and drink regularly, let's go quickly! ”

Before Draenor could speak, Viklico grabbed his toes with her cane and shouted at the Commander.

Draenor felt a little puzzled, in case the group revealed their identities in the city of Posara, the more combat power they could rely on, the better, and in this case, it was conceivable how risky it was to let Cooper stay on the train alone.

But if it was all in Viklico's plan, Draenor didn't want to dwell on it any longer.

The commander sat down in the carriage with the group, waved his hand out the window, and the soldiers drove the carriage towards the city gate.

Along the way, Draenor only looked out the window, hoping to avoid the Commander's gaze as much as possible.

"Is this your guide? She seems to be too skinny according to the Licos aesthetic, how did you meet? ”

Draenor almost burst out laughing, his mind was full of Jeanna's bumpy figure, if a girl with such a proud figure could be called "skinny", presumably the only one who could be regarded as a beauty by the Lycos was a fat middle-aged woman.

"Yes, she's a nomad near Blazing Water, and it's all credit to her to be able to come to Perala without a map."

Delano didn't know if it was necessary to hide Jeanne's name, and simply scribbled the "script" prepared in advance, which sounded a bit suspicious of covering up the facts, but fortunately the commander did not continue to ask.

"But Your Excellency, you and I are the only ones who know about this, are you sure that we will not be convicted by the Elder King for doing this?"

If he left room for the commander to continue asking about other things, he would have caused some trouble, and Draenor simply changed the subject to attract the other party's attention.

"Heh......"

The Commander sneered, it was clear that he knew in his heart that Draenor was worried about his previous practice of stealing alcohol, and almost everyone who lived in this era understood what a serious crime could be punished for stealing the king's property. But the middle-aged commander seemed to turn a blind eye to this.

"Do you know how many soldiers Snowway has died since the beginning of the year?"

Draenor didn't understand what the other party was trying to say, so he could only shake his head in silence.

"Huh, I don't know? It doesn't matter, even the king himself doesn't know anyway...... More than four thousand, not counting the number of disabled and unaccounted for fighters. ”

As a soldier who was also struggling with the war, Draenor knew very well what this number was for a kingdom with a population of less than one million, and it seemed that the last few years had been relatively stable compared to before, but even in such a situation, more than 4,000 casualties could occur, and you can imagine how serious the losses were in the most intense years of the war.

"Who killed those warriors? Enemy? Intrusive? I shouldn't go on......"

The light in the Commander's eyes dimmed as he stared at the ants struggling to climb into the carriage at his feet, and lifted his finger to sigh at the palace in the distance.

"Convicted? If people who have committed such sins can sit back and relax in the building, what am I doing? ”