The setting sun shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves, sparkling on the surface of the river, and also sketches the silhouettes of the boatmen on the tugboat. Four or five boatmen shouted their trumpets and carried the last carts of ore onto the ship in baskets and poured them into the hold. Then prop up the penny and prepare to go offshore.

Hawke leaned against a large tree by the dock, looked at the scene, took the last few puffs of his cigarette, and was about to throw the cigarette butt to the ground, but after a moment of confusion, he walked to the shore and flicked the cigarette butt into the water.

A few months of camp life changed everyone somewhat, and those strange magicians did not put an insignia on the slave's face, but they branded strange thoughts in the head of every slave, such as himself, and those fire and theft prevention regulations that he memorized so well that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Hawke waved goodbye to the boatmen, and headed for the storeroom. He knew it was time, and it was all going to end tonight. He didn't care what Lorenzo would do tomorrow or what would happen in the camp. All he cared about was that he had finally raised enough money for the journey, had prepared his carriage, and that a new life was beckoning to him at the end of the night.

Hawk went into the storeroom, removed some of the debris piled up in the corner, scraped a layer of dirt off the ground with a shovel, and lifted a thirty-centimeter square plank to reveal a small hole, which was full of bags.

Pay the price and get the reward. That's what he got for Lorenzo.

The deerskin bag contained ten gold shield coins, thirty silver spear coins, and some scattered copper shields.

Inside the sack were his collection of clothes, which had been secretly bought from the town of Floro, crude cowhide shawls, linen tunics, breeches, slender belts, and low-top leather boots, typical of merchants in the western region.

In the narrow leather pouch was a dagger more than ten centimeters long. The blacksmiths in the town of Floro were long gone, and they had all become workers in the Huaxia Iron and Steel Works, and the iron dagger had been bought by Hawke with a silver spear from a foreign trader, who had already replaced it with a refined weapon made in Montenegro.

Just as he was carrying the bag outside, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and several people were approaching. Hawke hid behind the shelves and looked out of the warehouse, only to see a man in civilian clothes, with four guys from the guard battalion, who had walked not far outside the warehouse.

Hawke secretly called him unlucky, but he knew that there was only one door from the storeroom, and he couldn't escape from it anyway. He pondered for a moment with a stiff face, then took out a small clay pot the size of a palm from the hole and threw it towards the open space at the entrance. The clay pot smashed to the ground, and some transparent liquid flowed out of it, like a broken kettle.

The sound of the clay pot shattering made the people outside nervous, and the leading man pulled out a pistol, and the soldiers of the guard battalion raised their crossbow arrows and spears one after another, and rushed towards the storeroom.

When they rushed through the door of the storeroom, they saw Hawke standing in the innermost part of the storeroom, his head stretched forward, exposing a large part of his throat, and holding a dagger against his neck.

"Stop! Don't move! Take one more step, and I'll ...... Poke in the throat!" Hawke roared.

The man who took the lead was about to lead someone to pounce on him, when he saw Hawke take a step forward, the dagger moved, and the blood flowed, "I said, don't move!"

"Wait. The man barred his arm sideways, blocking the warrior behind him, and he said slowly, "Hawke, don't be impulsive. We're here to investigate the situation. What are you doing here?"

"Hey, with so many of you coming to the door, will I have a good result? Forced confession and beaten to death in prison, or hanged on the torture rack for a crime, is that my final end?" Hawk hissed.

"This is nonsense, we have always acted on evidence, you come with me, tell me the people you have contacted recently in the camp, and I can guarantee that you will save your life!" the man promised, "I will not let you escape." Threatening us with your own life is just a joke, and even without you, we'd have spent a little more time digging up those bad guys. Don't waste your efforts, you'll only lose your life in the end. ”

"I'm just being asked to help people, I don't know what they're going to do!"

"Then you should explain your sins more clearly, don't you?" said this, the man yawned.

"I, I'm not going to you! I can make a deal with you. Hawke said with some flusteredness, "If you agree to my request, I'll tell those names now." ”

"What do you want, what do you want?" the man secretly glanced at the guards from the camp, who looked a little tired and shook his head at him, saying that he could not take Hawke.

Hawke pretended to ponder for a moment, and then said slowly, "After I explain everything, but you have to let me get out of here and be free!

The man shook his head vigorously, not knowing whether he was refusing, or just shaking himself awake, "Let's ...... , we have to take you to the intelligence group and check things out...... Find out. In, here, can't tell......"

Hawke glanced at the small cracked clay pot at the man's feet, the liquid that had been spilled on the ground had dried up. Looking at the crumbling few people again, he slowly put down the dagger, "I don't think there's any need for that, you're tired, it's time to rest." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several people fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Hawke picked up a piece of cloth from the ground, covered his mouth and nose, and with the shovel at his feet, picked up a shovel of soil, and covered it on the clay pot from a distance, back and forth several times, until all the traces of water were covered, and then he walked to the people who had fallen to the ground.

The potion of sleep was the reward he asked Lorenzo for, and it was said that an elephant would be smoked over, and the only thing needed was enough time. Fortunately, his life has a little value, so he has bought time.

Hawke took the pistol from the man's hand, looked at it for a moment, and shoved it back into his hand. He knew that now he was just a small character who knew some news, and he was captured to reduce the number of fish that slipped through the net, but if he took this expensive magic item, the magicians would not let him go. At that point, it's a never-ending chase.

He finally picked up a standard steel crossbow from the guards, hurriedly picked up the bag in the pit, and left the warehouse quickly.

Half an hour later, Hawke had changed into the petty merchant's clothes and was in a col. A flatbed ox cart was parked there. A farmer-like man was leaning against the side of the car and looking around.

Seeing Hawke, the farmer greeted him. Hawke checked the car and looked at the food piled up on it. He took out a gold coin and handed it to the farmer, who put it between his teeth and bit it, and nodded, "It's all yours." If you are caught, don't confess me, or I will have a way to kill you as long as you are not dead. ”

Hawke sneered and said, "What's in it for me to confess you? ”

As soon as the farmer left, Hawke put his belongings in the car and prepared to leave immediately. Today's intelligence team came to arrest him, which means that Lorenzo's affairs have been exposed in advance. Stay here for a minute longer, and you'll be more dangerous.

He sat on the seat and was about to raise the whip to drive the oxen, but a black shadow flashed in front of him, and a feathered arrow was nailed to the wheel, and only a small section of the whip remained in his hand.

Hawke felt a cold sweat run down like a waterfall. He stiffened on his seat, not daring to move. It's completely different from the scene in the warehouse, when he was in the dark and the enemy was in the light, and now the situation is completely reversed. He believed that if he ran away, he would be pierced through the head by an arrow within five steps.

There was the sound of footsteps behind me, and the sound of heavy objects being dragged. Hawke held his hands high above his head and waited motionlessly for his fate to strike.

As the man came into view, Hawke recognized it as Cole, a half-elven archer hired by the Black Mountain magicians, and that he was dragging the corpse of the farmer who had just left. Just as Hawke had imagined, an arrow pierced through the eye and killed him with a single blow.

"I have to admit, you're a smart guy. Hawk. Cole threw the farmer in front of Hawke, and the arrow pinned to the ground, knocking more red and white things out of the farmer's head.

"I'm just a useless little character who does everything just to survive. Hawke was about to put his hand down when Cole pulled an arrow out of the farmer's eye and put it down his throat, and he could even feel the feeling of his brain slipping.

Cole smiled, reached into Hawke's clothes, pulled out his deerskin purse, flipped it, and put it in his arms, "You want more than you can survive." ”

"In this world, in a strange place, you can't be a human without money, you can only be a mouse. Hawke sighed.

"Not only this one option, you can also learn from him, the dead don't cost money. Cole said.

"Please let me know what you need and I'll do my best. ”

"Aren't you ready to fight back? I watched you perform in the warehouse, and it was wonderful. Maybe you still have a chance today. ”

"You're not like them, they're just inexperienced idiots, and you're a seasoned mercenary. I'm not going to joke with my life. Hawke glanced at the arrow and swallowed hard, "If you want a list, I can give it to you." A list of all people, and never a single person will be left behind. I also know some Lorenzo secrets that I can tell you too. Just ......"

"As long as I keep you alive?"

"No, you won't let me go, either kill me or take me back to the business. Even if I lived, I would have to spend the rest of my life in the mines. Hawke shook his head and said, "I want to be loyal to you, you always have something to do and need a helper to do." Whether it's squiring or trading with people, I can save you a lot of effort. ”

"From a free merchant to a disgraceful servant. You're losing a lot of money on this deal. Cole laughed playfully.

"People have to admit defeat. There is nothing worse than death. Hawke's eyes lowered.

"But I'm just a mercenary. ”

"You're more than just a mercenary. ”

"Hmph, people who know too much will die quickly. Cole's smiling face quickly sank.

"I'm five minutes away from death at most, could it be worse?" Hawke gritted his teeth and looked at Cole.

"Hmph, that's interesting. Cole sneered, "I'm not going to leave Montenegro at all recently, and you're a fugitive here, so many people know you, what else can you do but be recognized and caught?"

"No, it won't. Hawke slowly gripped the arrow in his throat with his hand, and Cole squinted at him.

I saw Hawke put the tip of the arrow against the left side of his face with a trembling hand, poked hard, and then slashed to the right, and the whole face was divided into upper and lower sides by a bloody wound. He raised the arrow to his forehead and slid it on, and after a few low screams, he grinned and smiled, "You see, no one will be able to recognize your servant." ”