"Carl's full name is Carl Steiner, poor people generally don't have surnames, and Carl himself is a nobleman, he is the son of Guntram Steiner, the earl of Linxia City in the southwestern part of the Levon State of Ves, his uncle left Linxia City because he had no inheritance rights, and formed the Golden Regiment, and the adventurous Carl secretly left home when he was twelve years old and followed in his uncle's footsteps to become a mercenary. After saying that, the old knight Gerodi in the carriage took a sip of wine, and continued to say to the disappointed Damon, "There is also a saying that his uncle ran away because of his uncle's affair with his mother, and in the family, Carl is very unpopular, especially after his father died, his brother Raddenberg drove him out of Linxia City, so now we go to his hometown and don't know what else will happen, we can only pray that Carl sneaked out by himself, otherwise we may be turned away from Linxia" The old knight's eyes were full of worry.

There were only about 20 mercenaries left in the Golden Regiment, and they had lost more than a dozen brothers and their backbones in the hunt, and the joy on everyone's faces was overshadowed by sadness, especially Damon, who had not spoken for a whole day.

As the team reached a mangrove forest, they could faintly see smoke rising in the distance, and nothing could be heard in the forest except for their footsteps.

"It's strange, there's not even a bird in the woods today," said Tully, who walked at the front of the line with two people with facial paralysis, carrying the old knight Damon, the veterinarian, and Wright, who was lying down.

Wright on the "shhh" standalone used a weak voice to shut up Tully, and just as Tully was about to turn around and ask Wright what was wrong, the facial paralysis next to him knocked him down, and an arrow that had been shot at Tully's heart hit his left arm.

"Alert!" roared the collapsed face. Only then did everyone realize that they had been ambushed again, and judging by the arrows this time, the other party should be humans, probably robbers in this place.

The mercenaries drew their weapons and moved closer to the carriage containing the wounded and the corpses of the dragons. The tension took Dimon out of his grief for a while.

"Pap, papa, papa" A figure walked out of the woods, through the sunlight between the leaves, Daemon could see the face of the person who came, the high bridge of the nose, the slender figure, the delicate facial features, a long brown hair scattered over his shoulders, Daemon dared to swear that this was the most handsome man he had ever seen in his life - although he had only dealt with dirty mercenaries, the person in front of him only made him feel amazing.

The man walked over to the Golden Regiment, stopped in front of the facial paralysis, and threw both heads in front of the facial paralysis. "A week ago, the Snow Foxes of Red Limburg were tasked by Master Clint to hunt down his enemies, and they did it beautifully," the handsome man smiled slightly, paused, and said, "I mean very beautiful, helped me complete the mission," he pointed to the head on his left.

"I want this head, but he doesn't know what to do, and he dares to ignore my reasonable demands and dare to humiliate me in front of his subordinates, and now he can't open his mouth anymore"

The man's finger pointed to the head on the right again, and after speaking, his face suddenly became gloomy again, and his cold gaze swept over everyone in the golden group.

As soon as Daemon made eye contact with him, he felt a chill stand on his face, and a chill rushed down from the top of his head.

The man's murderous eyes were the polar opposite of his handsome appearance, and all the mercenaries took an unnatural step back, their hands trembling as they held their weapons.