Why do you want to kill Laugra? Before making a move, Mu suddenly hesitated. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he cheated his own dinar? Just kidding, there are many businessmen who have been cheated by him, and there is no shortage of himself. Moreover, if Mu was in Laugra's position, he would definitely not be soft. Or, perhaps, he later acted on an act that angered him, as it should be. Mu nodded, and strengthened his confidence, if he is within the rules of a businessman, relying on his own strength and power, monopoly, and trade protection, he can accept it, but if you want to do it, don't blame him for not paying attention to the rules, even if you are a nobleman. That's right, as a businessman, the most fearful thing is your own life, and no one can watch a bastard who wants his life go unpunished. Yes, exactly. Besides, as long as you keep your hands and feet clean, no one will find out.

Mu first hid the wine barrel and saber behind the landscape plants, and then gestured at the window. Well, big enough, and one jumped out of the window. His hands rested on the edge of the window, while his feet were on the small section of the purlin that fixed the ceiling of the first floor protruding from the wall. Then, little by little, leaning against the wall, he moved towards the window of the luxury suite. This is not an easy job, although Mu is still quite petite at the moment, but the exposed part of the purlin is not even half a palm wide. Fortunately, he received strict equestrian training in Kujit, so he was barely able to maintain his balance.

This arduous journey has finally come to an end. Mu used his hand to pull his body to the windowsill. He unbuckled his belt and fastened it to the glass of the window. In other words, this buckle is not ordinary, it is not like an ordinary buckle, which is tied twice with a belt, and the sword is hung on the waist by adjusting the tightness of the leather loop. This kind of buckle is a gadget that Mu stumbled upon when he was helping Xiao Tu'an take care of the "garbage" he collected from the battlefield. It is made of a magnet with a strong magnetic magnet, one embedded in the clasp and the other attached to the scabbard, which holds the sword firmly by the suction of the magnet. This buckle has two advantages, one is that there is no belt winding that makes the scenery unsimmering, which can perfectly show the magnificence of the sword, and the other is that the sword will not be bound by the multi-directional constraints of the belt, and can be changed to the most comfortable angle for drawing the sword at any time.

But now, the magnet has taken on a new role.

Mu pasted the buckle on the glass, slipped on both sides, found the place with the greatest suction, and then lifted it up, clicked, and the iron bolt in the window was pulled up in the air. Mu cautiously pushed open the window, just about to jump down, but after thinking about it, he took off his boots and put them on the windowsill. When doing this kind of unsightly thing, it's not good to leave footprints.

Challenge 1 Completed

He lifted the curtains, and the powder lit at the door had long since been extinguished, and the cool breeze blowing in from the newly opened window had quickly taken away the last of the potions. However, the two people on the bed had already been fascinated, and they didn't seem to be able to wake up for a while.

Mu walked to the bed softly, and saw two white carcasses, the sheets had been ravaged and wrinkled because of the previous vigorous hey, and the parts of their lower bodies, even under the not-so-bright candle flame in the room, could see the stains of water.

"Tsk, that's lewd. Mu took a sip, but looking at the crumpled sheets, he suddenly thought of a good idea. Well, it's much smarter to do it like this than to do a simple murder in a closed room.

First of all, he quietly touched the side of the hanger at the head of the bed, touched through the fabric, and sure enough, he touched a hard object, and went up, sure enough, it was a hidden pocket. Mu smiled proudly, took out the crystal bottle, pulled out the stopper and sniffed, and a rotten stench came to his nose.

He quickly tightened the cork, "Well, this should be it." ”

But then it's harder. Mu was at the other end of the room, staring at the two glasses on the table in distress, which one belonged to Motia? Yes, he wanted to create the illusion that Motia had killed Laugra. However, it is too bizarre for a murderer to never tell the story of the crime. Therefore, even if she can't say it clearly, she has to find a reason, not to mention, this reason is also ironclad evidence pointing to her crime.

He held up his two glasses, like a wine taster, in the candlelight, to see if there were any clues. Seeing this, Mu smiled. Sure enough, there was a cup that had a faint red tinge at the rim. When meeting lovers, of course, women will dress themselves up beautifully, makeup, and lip gloss must be indispensable. Mu put the cup back in its place and dropped a few drops of the unknown elixir. When everything was ready, he picked up his knife and stuffed the crystal bottle back into his hidden pocket.

Next, it's time for dinner. The corners of Mu's mouth raised a wicked smile.

Challenge 3 The merchant clasped the cloak and wrapped his hand around it, then took Motia's white arm, shoved the knife into her hand, clenched it, held his wrist with one hand, pressed down the tiger's mouth with the other, and aimed it at the baron's eye socket, and with a snort, blood splattered. The sleeping baron snorted twice, his body twitched violently, and he never moved again. Mu hurriedly let go of his hands and took two steps back in a row to minimize the blood stains on his body. However, the cloak was inevitably soaked in bright red.

The objective is complete, move to the extraction point

It's over. Mu breathed a sigh of relief, everything was going well, he retreated to a far corner, carefully took off the cloak so that the blood did not drip on the floor, and then folded the cloak so that the stained blood was in the innermost layer. Then, crouching on the windowsill and putting on his boots, he locked the window with his own trick, took the folded cloak in his mouth, and returned to the entrance the same way, and waited until there was no one around, and then took up the barrel and the saber and went back to his room. The owner of the tavern was very sweet, and after he booked the room, he moved the stove, so the whole room was warm. Mu simply took advantage of this convenience, turned on the place where the stove was firewood, and stuffed the cloak into it little by little, until he saw it burned to ashes.

Then he opened the barrel he had brought back, spilled a lot of the liquid on himself, and then took a few more sips. I'm drunk, and I can't do it without the smell of alcohol. When he was drunk, he naturally wanted to sleep, but he still had to sleep soundly, so he took a mouthful of the drug powder in his mouth, and then swallowed it with a sip of ale.

Plopped, Mu lay down on the bed, the drug took effect quickly, and after a while, Mu felt his eyelids fight. Well, it seems that the shoes haven't been taken off yet, but after thinking about it, I remembered the dusty socks stuffed in the boots and the trouser legs that might be stained with blood, forget it, anyway, I was brought up, and it's normal that I didn't take off my shoes. So, with the last bit of strength, he pulled over the quilt and fell asleep. A caravan, not very long, escorted by a group of knights, went along the edge of the forest and headed south.

"Old man, we have already arrived in Suno, why did we suddenly run back?" the young man grumbled as he drove the car, "You know that you have to walk a lot more way, and besides, it will be a long time later for you to arrive in Zhivadin, and you can't scold me when the time comes." ”

The old man was smoking, and when he heard this, he wanted to smoke him, but the knight on a heavily armed warhorse beside him relieved him of the siege.

"You're rushing back because of the Roden-Ross tea party. There was a lightness in the knight's voice, as if it was not a matter for him to rush or to carry out a mission.

The Roden-Roth Tea Party is a tradition of the Roden-Roth Merchant House and a festival for the entire Carradian merchants. When the Roden-Ross Comptoir became a behemoth that enveloped the entire continent, all sorts of things became more and more, and the caravans reached a terrifying number. Moreover, their trade routes were not limited to Calradia, but even extended to the great tribes in the east. The Roden-Ross tea party is a debriefing meeting of the leaders of each caravan, and the caravans belonging to each region first report to the governors of their respective regions, and then the local chiefs will personally report to the headquarters of Uxhall, and then the headquarters will reward or punish according to the achievements of the local governors, and at the same time, convey the goals and plans of the chamber of commerce for the next stage.

For other businessmen, this is the best opportunity to get the best picture of the entire continent and the trends in business development. Of course, it would be great if we could finalize a few more supply or purchase contracts with the managers. Therefore, every year at the tea party, almost all the businessmen who can get to Uxhall will make such a trip in person. And the Rhine Gong did not refuse, and simply changed this debriefing meeting into a tea party, so that all the businessmen had an opportunity to communicate with each other.

"Roden-Ross tea party?" the young man's eyes widened, "Didn't the Rhine Duke go to sea?"

"The Rhein Gong is going to sea, but the Roden-Ross business still has to operate. The old man's smoking pot still knocked on the door of the young man's head, "How many times have I told you, don't take things for granted, and usually pay more attention to collecting some information, but I just don't listen!"

"Hmm," the young man was taken aback, a little aggrieved, but his exuberant curiosity quickly dispelled that little discomfort, "Hey, this time the Levin Gong is gone, so who will preside over the tea party?"

"Well, it should be Lady Jamila, or maybe his son," the knight was a little unsure, but shrugged his shoulders anyway, "Anyway, in the absence of the Rhine Duke, it was the two of them who took care of Roden-Ross." ”

"Wait a minute," the young man noticed the suspicion, "Jamila... Jamila is not ... ”

Smack, another smoke pot on my head.

"Hey, why did you hit me this time!"

"Lady Jamila is the lady of the Rhine, you know?" the old man glared at the young man fiercely, and continued, "to Uxhall, keep your mouth tight, and don't talk nonsense. ”

"Yes ... The young man agreed aggrievedly.

The forest next to the caravan is called the White Pine Forest, which is not to say that it is made up of a large number of white pine trees, but takes its name from a legend from the time of the ancient Svadian Empire.

Legend has it that the first emperor of the Svadia Empire was defeated and lost, and in order to escape from his pursuers, he fled into the forest but unfortunately got lost. When he was about to starve to death, he suddenly found a wooded area composed only of white pine trees. In the woods, there lived a beautiful fairy who fed the emperor a magic medicine said to be truffle juice, and after drinking it, the emperor not only immediately disappeared from hunger, but his body was full of strength again, and the wounds on his body were healed without medicine. The fairy told him that he was the chosen one to rule over all of Calradia, and at the same time, gave him a scepter made of white pine, symbolizing his supremacy over Calradia. Later, he broke out of the forest in one fell swoop, regrouped the remnants of his defeated army, and finally swept through Calradia and established the Swadia Empire.

By the way, the white pine scepter is still kept in the underground palace of Suno, but Elizabeth, the last empress of the Swadia Empire, before surrendering, locked the scepter representing the Svadia royal power in the underground palace, and sealed the boulder on the outside, and ordered that it could not be taken out until the Svadia Empire re-established itself on Calradia to crown the new emperor. Also, the fairy who gave the old emperor the scepter was named Merando, which is the prototype of the current goddess of abundance. Of course, this is just a legend, after all, thousands of years have passed, countless explorers have tried to find the white pine forest, tried to steal the white pine scepter, but in vain. The white pine forests are quite large and stretch across almost half of Svadia province horizontally. Just when even the most curious young man was almost speechless, a man in full armor suddenly appeared on the grass at the edge of the forest, as if holding something and laughing. Only then did the young man realize that there were many people lying on their stomachs in this grass that was neither high nor low, as if they were rummaging for something. The person who looked at the laughing man showed an expression of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Seeing this, the young man suddenly came to his senses and asked the knight next to him, "Knight Kramer, what are they doing here?"

The knight's helmet twisted in that direction, and instead of answering, he asked, "Oh, this, do you know what this place is?"

"Where?"

"The place where the first battle between the Rhine Duke and the puppet king's thieves began, it was this small battle that strengthened the Rhine Duke's determination to support Empress Esona. ”

"Oh, so what are they doing here?"

"I don't know when the legend came out," the knight habitually scratched his face, but instead scratched his hard helmet, "it seems that a mercenary picked up a piece of armor that had fallen here as a memento, and it turned out to be a fatal arrow for him in the later battle." After this thing escaped death, it was boasted in the tavern, and finally it was rumored that the wreckage here had been blessed by the royal family's fortune, as long as you can find a piece and take it with you, you can get good luck, so... The knight shrugged.

"Really!" the young man cried out with a twinkle in his eyes, "Old man, wait for me!" and then jumped out of the carriage, which had not yet stopped, and plunged into the grass.

The old man reluctantly stopped the carriage, added some tobacco to his pot, and then took a deep puff, "Is this legend true?"

"Who knows? Some people still believe that horseshoes bring good luck. The knight shrugged, "Still, these people won't find what they're looking for." ”

"Oh?" the old man wondered, "Why?"

This legend has been circulating for almost ten years, and this piece of land has been turned over by countless people. The knight pursed his lips, and although the helmet obscured his expression, the old man felt that it should be so.

"Didn't someone pick it up just now?"

"It must have been thrown by the old blacksmith in the Red Flame Blacksmith in Uxhall. The knight's voice was a little helpless, "That old thing is really good, but it also has a lot of ideas." Believe it or not, the things those people picked up must have blacksmith marks on them. ”

The old man took another drag on his cigarette, "It seems that his blacksmith business is not very good?"

"No, it's okay. The knight's voice was even more helpless, "To be honest, his craft is one of the best among the blacksmiths of Uxhall, and our own equipment is damaged, and we usually go to his shop to repair it, but he... The knight pondered his words, "... The ambition is a bit big. ”

The old man smiled heartily, this kind of mood, he couldn't understand it anymore.

"Haha, I found it!" an excited shout made the two men look up again, and sure enough, the lucky young man was excitedly rushing towards the van.

"What did you find?" the old man asked rarely.

"This!" said the young man, handing the old man what he was holding. The old man picked it up and saw that it was a rusty arrowhead, which looked to be some years old, but the red fire sign looming under the arrow made him smile helplessly.

He said and handed the arrow back, "Put it away, don't get rid of it." ”

"Great!"

Then the caravan set off again.