Hawke sat at the doorway of the ore storehouse, which was at the entrance to a mountain road into Montenegro, which had just been repaired and was wide enough for bullock carts to pass through easily. A tributary of the Kalmar River, just over 20 metres from the warehouse, miners at Camp 3 haul the ore down the mountain road and transported it by flat-bottomed boat to a smelter downstream.

Since the convoy is not frequent, and the fleet only comes once every three days, and the warehousing statistics are quite simple, Hawke's warehouse management is actually quite idle.

At this time, he was holding a wad of dried yellow leaves with his fingers, rolling them into a long strip. This is homemade tobacco, and the cigarette he uses is not real tobacco, but a broad-leaved plant called "insect fear" that is a specialty of Montenegro. In a border town like Frollo, there are very few real tobacco leaves, and locals often enjoy drying the spicy-smelling leaves. This little trick soon spread to the resettlement camps as well. Hawke is not very old, but he is not a small addiction to smoking, and in his early years in the south, most of the remaining family property was used by him to buy good cigarettes and wine. After accidentally becoming a slave, he never opened a meat restaurant. When he arrived, there was not much tobacco in the camp, so he learned from the Montenegrins to fend for themselves.

Soon, a charred cigarette roll was rolled, and Hawke picked up three slender grass stalks and tied the cigarette in the front, middle and back positions, which is also a local tradition in Montenegro. When the fire reaches the grass stems, the pressed leaves suddenly loosen, and from the front, it looks like a burning flower is in full bloom. Therefore, the locals call smoking a cigarette "blowing three flowers".

However, Hawke lit a cigarette and blew a flower before he was accidentally interrupted. Lorenzo covered his nose and flashed into the warehouse. With a look of disgust, he threw two cigarettes from the camp on the table.

"Pinch that garbage, smoke me to death. ”

Hawke took a deep breath, then reluctantly threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and then put the two cigarettes given by Lorenzo into his pocket, and said with a smile: "You don't understand, this is called enough taste." ”

Lorenzo didn't have the heart to joke with him, waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him and asked, "How about the manpower collection in Camp Three?"

"It's hard to find people in the camp right now. Hokla took a chair and invited Lorenzo to sit down and speak: "If nothing else, these Montenegrins are still very good at managing people." Those mud-legged people are living a much better life now than they were before they were slaves, what else can they not be satisfied with? To say that they are going to work against the magician, it is a dream. If you want to say that there are dissatisfied, most of them are people like us, but most of us have a little knowledge, and it is not easy to move them to make trouble. ”

"How many people are you looking for down there?"

"More than twenty. ”

"It's too little, at least fifty people are needed. ”

"I also know that there is no momentum in the small number of people, but ......," Hawk gestured with empty hands, "there are always people who like the benefits of what they can see." ”

Lorenzo sighed, pulled a money bag from his bosom and threw it to Hawke.

Hawke grabbed the money bag, pulled the opening and looked inside, and couldn't help but whistle.

"Thirty silver coins. That's enough for you to do a big job. Lorenzo's gaze lingered on the purse for a moment and said, "This is the last money, you can save some money!"

"I've been waiting for this for a long time, no one will have trouble with money, one silver coin can make a farmer die, two silver coins can make a warrior bend down. Don't worry, I promise that there will be so many people that will surprise Montenegrins on the day of the trouble. ”

Lorenzo nodded and said, "When it's done, your benefits will surprise you." ”

"Still. You're willing to spend so much money. Hawke suddenly hesitated again as he sled his money bag, "It won't really be in any danger, will it?"

"How, we're just fighting for what we deserve. Aristocrats, mages, and warriors certainly shouldn't waste their days in the midst of all this, doing the same thing as those untouchables. This is not only a matter of situation, but also a matter of honor! When the time comes, you must not back down, are you not enough of being a storekeeper?" Lorenzo asked rhetorically.

Hawke glanced at his warehouse and laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "The longer you stay here, the more lazy you become." ”

"Hawke. I heard that your ancestor was knighted because of his military exploits?"

"In the defense of Coconut Tree City, my great-great-great-grandfather went down to the city in the dark, ran hundreds of kilometers with his footboard, brought reinforcements, and won a baron. Later, generations of family heads worked hard for the city lord in exchange for the title of viscount. Hawke looked out of the storehouse door, the mountains in the distance, and said in an emotional tone: "But since I lost my family and became a slave, I don't want to do these things in a face-saving way. Lorenzo, it's easy for everyone to discuss the matter of pulling people to make money, and it's okay to make a fuss and fight for some benefits, but don't look for me for desperate things. I'm not a berserker. ”

Seeing Hawke's slowly sinking face, Lorenzo snorted at the corner of his mouth, "When will I put you in danger?" Don't mention this, tell me, what else is there any news from Camp 3 recently?"

"If you want to say the biggest thing, it must be the explosion a few days ago......"

Lorenzo and Hawke chatted for about a quarter of an hour, then hurried out of the warehouse. He followed the forest road into the mountains, and walked for about twenty minutes and turned onto a path. After another trek upward, he came to a plain mountain wall on the side of the road. Seeing that there was no one on the left and right, he reached out and groped for a while on the stone wall, then took out a round piece of iron from the pocket on the inside of his jacket and pressed it to a specific position on the stone wall.

After a while, a complex magic circle appeared on the stone wall, and when the streamer between the magic circles was running, the magic circle gradually disappeared, and instead a layer of light film appeared on the stone wall, and Lorenzo walked into the light film, and the light film gradually disappeared.

When Lorenzo stepped out of the other end of the light film, the light around him dimmed, and after he took a few seconds to get used to his surroundings, he found that it was a wooden house, and several heavily armed warriors and mages in the room, armed with weapons, watched him watchfully.

There were no words on either side, and it wasn't until the film of light behind Lorenzo dissipated that the men relaxed.

"Gardo, don't be nervous, I don't have a tail behind me. Lorenzo looked at his surroundings and said strangely, "Why have you changed your stronghold again? Isn't it difficult to move the teleportation array around every day?"

"I heard that the spies of the pseudo-gods are also eyeing the Black Mountain mage, so we have to be careful. The leading warrior, Gardo, sheathed his sword and replied with a serious expression. If Xiao Chen was here, he would definitely recognize this "bard" he had met by chance on the road.

"It's true, but we're all very careful not to be too nervous. Changing the stronghold will also attract the attention of those who care. Lorenzo said.

"This is what the third-order priest Sophia-sama meant. Gardo wasn't going to elaborate.

"Lord Sofia is already here?" Lorenzo's face tensed, and his attitude suddenly became serious, "Well, when I didn't say it. ”

"Sophia-sama is waiting for you next door. Said a man dressed as a mage, who was another bard, Letona.

Lorenzo followed Letona to the next room, where a balding white-haired old man, a freckled teenage girl, and Sophia, a third-order priestess, sat around a round table, all dressed in ordinary peasant clothes, and their temperament was very ordinary.

The old man was Russell, a second-order priest, who was the maker and manipulator of the signs. Appearing as a maiden is the high-ranking Assassin Darra, who, like Lorenzo, has infiltrated the slave camp and is acting alone and without his control.

Seeing Lorenzo come in, Sophia smiled and said, "Wisdom is supreme, Lorenzo, come and sit down." This time you personally infiltrated the camp of these foreign magicians, your courage is commendable, how was the harvest?"

"Wisdom reigns supreme, Lord Sophia. That is not my courage, all things are in the calculation of the God of Wisdom. Lorenzo saluted Sofia, nodded to the other two, and sat down in one of the remaining chairs.

"Lorenzo, I've been looking forward to your progress here since the temple was parted, and now that the time for our operation to start is approaching, I personally brought all the people involved in the operation. Now, let's talk about the specifics. Has the Dao Signge been placed?" Although Priest Sophia had an ordinary face, a closer look at her demeanor showed a picture of a wisdom bead in her hands, and her eyes were like blue gems, giving people a feeling of seeing through everything.

"Yes. I had the idea to sneak into the castle and set up the signpost in a nondescript warehouse. As for the personnel, we have developed about 200 discontent in the five camps, and these people will be the main force of our uprising, and they will at least cause a riot of more than 500 people. This will create enough opportunities for our break-in. Lorenzo replied respectfully.

"How many of our people are in it? I'm the one who's completely under our control and can do whatever it takes. ”

"This ...... About ten. Fearing that the priesthood would be dissatisfied, Lorenzo explained, "But these people are the real elite, and I have revealed our disguised identities to a limited extent. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Priest Sophia.

"Repulse Bay Mercenary Regiment. It is most convenient for us to use the southern city-states as a pretext to block the front, these places are already chaotic, and it is difficult to find out what the truth is. ”

Priest Sophia hummed noncommittally and asked, "Is that enough for now?"

"How many people did you end up bringing?"

"Two squads of Templars, one can be led by Gardo and the other by Juan. ”

A squad is ten people, and the worst of each temple warrior has mastered low-level fighting qi. Bringing so many people, Lorenzo thought about it and said, "Then I think we need to prepare for some more days." ”