But turning his head, Gray saw that Gangde had rushed over, fighting with the remaining four, his huge shield had been thrown aside, and the two-handed sword behind his back was held in his hand, although with the length of the two-handed sword and Gangde's tall body, it would be fine for the time being, but as long as it was surrounded, Gangde would definitely die. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this critical moment, only two sounds of 'whoosh!' were heard, and the two robbers fell to the ground, and the other two turned their heads to look, and suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and before they could react, Gangde's giant sword slashed, and another person was cut off by the waist, and blood was spilled on the ground.

Staring at the last remaining man, Gray put down the light bow in his hand, Gonder was very clever and did not attack again, he knew that this was Gray's deliberate living mouth, the cousin of Baroness Laglai, the nasty middle-aged man.

"Gangde, go help your sister and them, leave it to me here. Gray rode over slowly, and Gonder gave him a cold look, and then ran quickly towards the carriage with his huge two-handed sword.

......

The battle ended quickly, and the Wren couple were fine, but Gangde's arm was slightly injured, and Wren cleaned up this small battlefield at the moment, he used to be a soldier and had also fought, and the two crossbows were the most valuable, and he was the first to put them away.

"Don't take anything except the arrows back, let's get out of here quickly!" Gray felt that he couldn't stay here for long, and hurriedly ordered.

When the other three heard this, they moved quickly, and Mrs. Wren came and tied Hal who was already sitting on the ground with a rope, and she tied it so tightly that in some places the ropes had been embedded in the flesh, and Nahar screamed in pain.

Several people hit the road again, this time they were more vigilant, and Gangde might as well run to a high place to reconnoiter and take a look at the situation nearby. The tied Hal did not take his part, he was very quiet, quietly waiting for his rightful fate.

It was already dark, and the four of them found a place with a good view and set up a small camp, where as long as one person kept vigil at night, all the surrounding movements could be seen.

"Tell me, who told you to do it?" Gray asked coldly as he stared at the tied Hal in front of him by the fire, his handsome face a little eerie in the light of the fire.

The middle-aged man looked dead, his eyes were dull, he glanced at the dagger playing in Gray's hand nonchalantly, and said softly: "No one instructed me, I did it myself!"

"Oh, why?"

"Because of the money! The tax collector told me you had a lot of money on you!" replied Hal.

When Gray heard this, the tax collector who was quite upright in his impression immediately appeared in his mind, and he was shocked, but he asked quietly, "How did you all divide the spoils?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the short sword next to him that still had some bloodstains, and after a half-sound, he returned: "I'm four and six!"

"How long have you been doing this often?"

"It's been six or seven years, more than ten times a year, basically once a month, and when I encounter a 'fat sheep', I will do it again!" The middle-aged man replied very cheerfully and did not hide it.

"Does Mrs. Laglet know about this?"

"I don't know!"

Gray breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about it, there was nothing good for Mrs. Lagley to do this, it was simply a brain-dead act, and according to her previous style, it was obvious that she would not be so stupid.

"You are the wolves of the wasteland!?" Gonder suddenly thought of something and exclaimed.

Hearing this, Gray looked at Hal thoughtfully and asked, "Really?"

Hal nodded, kind of acknowledgement.

The wolves in this wasteland are the most rampant bandits in Barony Aaron in recent years, and most of the merchants have been robbed by them, and they have not survived every time, and over time, except for some large caravans, small merchants are basically extinct in Aaronburg, which also makes Aaronburg prices go crazy.

"Those big caravans give you a lot of money every year, don't they?" asked Gray thoughtfully.

"Yes, in fact, we are also employed by those big caravans in disguise, they give money, we do things, and then the prices in the region are decided by them, this kind of thing happens not only here for us, but everywhere on the mainland. Hal said disapprehantly.

Except for Gray, the other three were a little unbelievable when they heard this, they didn't expect these businessmen to be able to do this for the sake of money, it was simply inhumane.

"You're all that?" Gray continued.

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "No, there are still some people, there are fewer people today, I thought it was only you, and there are few people to keep secrets, and there are few people who share money!"

"Who are these people?" Gray asked the people who had followed him to rob.

"It's all militia from a nearby village!"

"I've robbed a lot of money over the years. ”

"There are a lot of them, but they are all spent, we all put our heads on the waistband of our pants to beg for a living, of course we have to spend some money, otherwise when people die, the money will not be spent, it is not very worthwhile!" Hal thought that Gray wanted the money.

"You're lying!" Gray's eyes flashed.

Hal was stunned, his expression did not change at all, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Gray stared at Howl's eyes for a long time, but Hal still had the same expression, neither fear of death nor hope of life! Gray didn't ask any more questions, he stood up and said to Gonde, "You and Wren take turns keeping vigil!"

After Gray finished speaking, he leaned on the side of the carriage and closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping and resting, but in fact, he was recalling the question just now, what Hal just said should be true, they did rob on this road for several years, and the dealings with the tax collector were also true.

However, he answered too quickly during this interrogation, and poured out all of them as if he had endorsed them. Gray had seen the greed in the eyes of the others when he had just rushed to kill, but Hal stared at him as soon as he saw it, with only killing intent in his eyes and no greed that a robber should have.

For this roadblock robbery, Hal should have another person's order. Of course, these were just Gray's conjectures, and he saw that Hal would not give the answer easily, and he didn't have time to spend days interrogating, so he didn't ask again.

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In the morning, when the morning sun had risen and Gray had woken up, everyone had eaten a little breakfast and began to pack up and prepare to go on the road again.

"Is there anything else you have to say? This is your last chance. Gray asked as he turned to Hal, who was tied to the ground.

Hal shook his head bitterly, knowing that his fate was over.

Gray was not verbose, gently pulled out the saber, stabbed suddenly, and stabbed into the other party's heart, and when Gray pulled out the saber, the other party immediately spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and struggled twice as if he was relieved to close his eyes.

I didn't kill him last night, because I was afraid that the smell of blood would attract some beasts, and on the other hand, it was also for him to think about it, and if he was willing to tell the truth, Gray wouldn't mind sparing his life.

Gray was a little strange, wasn't it Mrs. Lagley, for he knew that Mrs. Lagley had not yet reached the point where others were willing to die for her, or that she was afraid that even if she died, she could not say it.

If it wasn't Mrs. Lagley, who was it? Gray couldn't think of the big man in this world who wanted his life. Gray grabbed a handful of hay and wiped the blood from the saber, telling himself in his heart: live, live to show them.