It's time.

Obold took a deep breath, his crossbow staring at his prey, he kept his aim in a position that felt like a long time had passed. He had to shoot the bolt before the trembling of his muscles affected his aim. It's time to put an end to this.

He pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

The crossbow bolt hit the target. In the distance, the rider fell from the camel's back and slammed into the ground, kicking up a puff of dust. Obold mounted a crossbow bolt again and continued to aim at the other man. As long as there is a slight change, he will not hesitate to make up for an arrow.

After carefully observing for a long time, the other party's body showed no signs of life. Oberd then lowered his weapon and gasped for air against the edge of the bunker. Finally solved the Grim Reaper who was following him, he thought with a little excitement.

Three days ago.

Aubird reached the pinnacle of his life in the Holy Land of Voshu, and at that moment, almost all the desert elves present believed that he was the prophesied "Golden Sword Bearer" and "King of the Elves".

But the good times were always so short—after a loud bang from nowhere, Obird fell from the "peak" to the "bottom of the lake"—and he was sure that it must have been some sylomancer.

But when he tried to find the person, he was nowhere to be found.

Not only that, but the tribal chiefs, after the "deafness", were only willing to describe O'Brid's performance as an "interesting performance". Those old guys even put him aside by discussing "helping compatriots who have suffered from the blizzard".

Anger and shame struck at the heart of the wandering desert elf mercenary leader at the same time. He was eager to prove himself, but he couldn't put the golden sword in the hands of someone else. In a fit of rage, Obird left the sacred land of Washougu and went to make peace with his mercenary group.

Originally, he had thought it would be a short trip of a day or two—just as he had predicted his success at Woshugu, which was another mistake on Oberd's part.

He and one of his retinue brought only the bare necessities, and traveled nocturnally on pack beasts, with the help of moonlight and stars to guide the way. During the day, camels are released to rest and sleep, under the dense shade of the akushi trees, or in improvised tents set up to escape the danger of the blazing sun.

On the evening of the first day, when he got up, the blazing sun had not yet completely set, and Oberd narrowed one eye and scanned the horizon expertly. In the distance, barely visible, there was a sudden slight disturbance in the heat haze, and a dent appeared on the horizon. Needless to say, they were followed. To make matters worse, the stalker is clearly an expert.

To test his idea, O'Buld chose to brave the scorching sun the next day to travel during the day, and the tracker did the same. Even in the evening, the traces in the heat haze are almost identical to those of the previous day.

"Since you can't get rid of it, let's kill the stalker. Oberd commanded his entourage, "You go up and challenge directly, and if you can't beat it, run this way." After I ambush with my crossbow, I am ready to respond to you. ”

As a result, after his entourage beat his horse and left, he never returned. As a seasoned mercenary leader, Oberd didn't suspect that his men had left him and fled alone, so the answer was obvious, the men he sent out had already been killed by the trackers.

The Desert Elf spent the night in a dug ambush bunker, waiting for an enemy to appear at any moment, and he couldn't help but analyze who the tracker really was.

"I guess the great warrior sent by the elven tribe," Aubard secretly guessed, "but why didn't he touch it all night, but came to die when the blazing sun had just risen?"

But it didn't matter anymore, and he crawled out of the bunker to soothe his muscles. With a rewound crossbow in his left hand and a golden sword unsheathed in his right, Aubird walked toward his "prey".

However, when the mercenary captain recognized his entourage, he was lying on the sand that was starting to get a little hot with crossbow arrows stuck in his body, bound by animal tendons and ropes, and with a piece of cloth in his mouth. Oberd was dripping in a cold sweat.

"I thought, we can talk about it. ”

......

In the city of Nome, the fat merchant Santos anxiously awaited the summons of the dragon Pasha.

As soon as Quith's first investment was secured, the owner of the sand rhinoceros caravan contacted a camel farm with whom he was familiar and informed them to send a representative to Nome City to bid for the "buy-and-fight".

But before the representatives arrived, a farm owner who had a close relationship with Santos secretly contacted him. Extremely bad news for the fat businessman - some people are engaged in private tandem in advance, and they are trying to deal with the "buy-and-fight" business of providing sand rhinoceros at a price even higher than the average market price.

After some investigation, it was found that these privately tandem farms had the background of the upper nobility of Medici, so the various sand rhino farms either out of fear or because they were bought, all agreed to this tandem proposal - they would quote a price that was impossible to deal with, so that the noble farm would directly become the trading object of the sand rhino caravan.

Since the other party has an upper-class aristocratic background, according to the usual practice, this fat businessman will put up with it. But Santos knew that his investor, the dragon Pasha, would hold a "buy-and-fight" conference after October, and there was also a possibility of a private collusion between big businessmen at that time. In order not to fail in his two important investments in the future, Santos felt compelled to remind his investors.

"You mean that there are aristocratic merchants who are privately linked. After listening to the fat merchant's report, the young blue dragon narrowed his eyes, revealing a chilling cruel expression: "I really don't know whether to live or die, there have always been some guys trying to test my patience recently." ”

Things in the world are rarely discrete, and most things are inextricably linked. Quis didn't even have to think about the connection between the "private collusion" crisis encountered by "Maipu" and the "Obsidian Council" that popped up after cutting the leeks of the Egu family.

It's just that he doesn't understand what good is it for him that the Pasha's failure to innovate economically? Or are those who think they are naturally noble are actually inbred and have some defects in their IQ? Or are they trying to cover up some "big deals" with these "little tricks"?

At this time, if there were professors at the prestigious and prestigious university in the Bato Nine Prison, and he could personally hear Quest's inner analysis, maybe he would have given the young Blue Dragon a qualification to be admitted to school—the motivation that could make the brain consider the motives of others, and he could hope to survive the first semester there.

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