The visitor was a stern middle-aged man, wearing a coarse cloth turban and a neatly combed beard. Muhadi observed carefully, and now the scimitar worn by the other party's waist was the standard equipment of the business family, and judging from the handle, the maintenance process was very good. When he walks around. The sandals under the robe are not exposed.

The man tried his best to make his eyes look as firm as possible, and his expression revealed fortitude, but in the eyes of the psychic warlock, the carving insect was just a small skill. [netbsp; It can be seen from the curve of the outer robe when the other party bends down that this man has hidden other weapons in his simple gray-yellow robe.

Muhadi let go of his psionic tentacles, hungrily probing every bit of the other party's feelings, allowing himself to firmly grasp the opportunity.

The middle-aged man spoke on behalf of the merchant family that ran the trading post, "This lord is the officer of Tyre, and I thank you for bringing back the captured scouts of our army." ”

"I didn't say to give them back to you, I just said that they could be given back to you," Muhati said, mimicking Tessian's sonorous tone. "So far, I've been persuading these elven friends not to kill and eat their captives, but I'm not sure how long I can stop them, especially when I'm not sure if you're really colluding with the Crazy Horse tribe. ”

"Our leader has made a covenant of cooperation with the Crazy Horse tribe," the middle-aged man replied, "I hope you will understand, we have to find more friends in these difficult times." ”

"And these elves......," the man stretched out his hand to the elven warriors in the tent, "and they usually go around plundering caravans, and even raiding the Awul of other tribes. It is said that a few days ago, these elves somehow got their hands on a large number of metal weapons, so they became even more unscrupulous, and even wiped out several other tribes. ”

"Kill him, and then put his head on the tip of the spear, and let the soldiers of the merchant family know that they are afraid!" the warrior Sherif listened to the other man's words and said in Elven language.

"No, let him continue, we will keep the messenger safe. Muhadi also replied in Elfish.

"We of the Sartai family have always been friends of Tyre, and we are now willing to serve the Council of Tyre. The emissary man continued, "But we have nothing to do with the fugitive that Tyr is hunting, and as far as we know, neither does the Crazy Horse Tribe. ”

"I hope that your lordship will not join this gang of shameless elves, what they are doing is to destroy Tyr's foreign trade routes, and the resources available to the government of the respected Revolution are becoming scarcer and scarcer. ”

The young man listened to the other party's words and nodded. "So, you're going to fight alongside the Crazy Horse tribe, have you ever considered what will happen to the people at the Outpost if Crazy Horse is defeated?"

The middle-aged man's expression stiffened, and it was clear that he was also afraid of the fact that he might be an enemy of Tyr. Under the detection of psionic energy, Muhadi could feel a trace of fear and a trace of wavering in the other party's mind. ”

"We will not be defeated," said the messenger bluntly, "we will fight these Sharp-Ears on the walls, we will fight these Sharp-Ears in the square, and we will fight these Sharp-Ears in the houses." Eventually, the elves would leave behind countless corpses and flee in front of the loyal soldiers of the Sartai family. And Tyr won't be our enemy, my lord, and your insistence will only prove you wrong. Our family is not without friends within the Governing Council!"

It didn't look like he was lying, the young man thought, Lingneng sued himself, and the other party was a little confident when he threw out threatening language, it seems that there are really business families in the city who represent the interests of the family.

But that wasn't enough to deter Mohathir, who fired back. "My men have captured a man named Hassan, who claims to have escaped from the trading post. According to him, the Crazy Horse men themselves admit that they have housed a blasphemer mage. And your guards are pretending to me here to be kind to Tyre, knowing that they are in love with it?"

The other party was shaken, and his mind was in chaos, both the fear that the elves would immediately turn their faces, and the panic of being exposed to the hole cards. He struggled to organize his words, "I have never heard of a man named Hassan, my lord, that person may be a spy of the elves, deliberately giving false information to the adults!"

Hearing the name Hassan, the elven warriors in the big tent looked a little strange, and Fahd laughed even more. "It was said that Hassan would have given Muhadi the wrong information. Don't you know, boy, that this Lord of Tyre is a psychic man, and no one can deceive him!"

Fahd is a young elf, but in terms of age, he may not be as old as a middle-aged man, and calling him a kid is deliberately provocative. But the messenger was flustered, and while he blamed the guards for neglecting their duties, and let the spy go, he was terrified to hear that the other was a psychic man.

The elves in the tent were laughing, and Fatuma was sipping the mare's milk from his bag and joking to his supporters, saying that it was "a camel dung that walked on two feet, decorated from the waist upwards."

"I ask you again, Crazy Horse really didn't harbor the fugitives that Tyr was pursuing, and if it turns out that you're helping the Crazy Horse tribe hide their enemies, then I promise it's going to be terrible. ”

To squeeze out the last sentence of weak resistance, "There is absolutely no such thing, the Saltai family is absolutely loyal to Tyr, and they have absolute respect for the Coral Witch......"

"Then are you going to fight my new army of Tyre, or not!" Mouhati asked in an impatient tone.

"We ...... We can't break the covenant, and besides, you don't have enough evidence at all, so how can you say that you will fight?" the messenger was still struggling, but when he spoke, his confidence was obviously insufficient, and it was estimated that even he himself could not be convinced.

"I'm sure you've heard of the policies that Lord Coral Witch pursued in Tyre. As for the anti-revolutionaries, she has always advocated that it is better to kill mistakes than to let them go. The boy said. "Sue me, your colleagues, and your chief, friends or enemies of Tyr?"

"Friend!" the other party insisted, "Naturally friends!"

"Then go back and tell them to think about me. Let's see if your superiors decide to fight to the end, as you did, or if they're smarter and feel like they're standing by and continuing their friendship with Tyr while retrieving the lives of those captives!"

"With these words, it's like asking people from the business family to put away their weapons, I don't think it's going to be easy. After the first emissary had departed, Fatumah commented, "Unlike the Buraku, they value things like contracts. As merchants traveling between city-states, they could not get too close to one side either. Not to mention the future of Tyr, most of the people in the desert are not optimistic. ”

"We seem to have plundered this caravan before," Fahd said, "and who knows? Scorpions have been roaming the desert for hundreds of years, and there are too many people to rob." But I seem to see what you're up to, friend Muhadi, go ahead and see if you can deal with the two remaining messengers. ”

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