Chapter 9: The Strange Team
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Mo Yan, who had changed into a local costume, covered his conspicuous black hair with a hood, and lay down on some sacks of grain nearby. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Camos was going to be here for a while, and one of the captains who had just traded said he had seen a ship he knew overseas that was carrying some Romney gems. Those gems were very popular with the ladies of Giza.
In two months, the few gold coins that Mo Yan had scavenged from the fishman at the beginning were now only a few silver coins. However, Camos hired him as a guard, and when the goods were delivered to Giza, a percentage of the profits would be his reward, which was Camos's help in disguise.
"How did you do it that day?"
After finishing the counting, Camos sat down next to Mo Yan, was silent for a while, and finally asked. He thought about this question for two months, but he didn't come up with any clue for two months, he felt that this might be Mo Yan's secret, and he didn't know how to speak.
"I'm still wondering how long you'll be able to endure it. Mo Yan retracted his gaze looking at the ocean, glanced at Camos and said, "If I don't know what's going on, do you want to believe it?"
"Faith, you don't look like a liar. Without hesitation, Camos said, "Maybe you should go to the Sanctuary." Inexplicable power is not a good thing, many evil gods are willing to do this kind of thing, and the price is often heavy. β
In the two months that he communicated with Mo Yan, Camos felt that he almost understood him. He may have many unspeakable secrets, but he is a sincere person, and as long as he is willing to answer head-on, then there is a good chance that what he says is true. (Mo Yan: You're still too naΓ―ve, boy.) οΌ
"It has nothing to do with any evil gods. Mo Yan pulled his hood to block the dazzling sun and said, "I have learned some fighting skills, and my strength is only greater than that of ordinary people, but I have never been connected with any evil gods. I suspect that my situation is similar to that of a man named Clark Kent, but of course that's just my personal suspicion. β
"Is there anyone in your hometown who has been through the same thing as you?" Camos breathed a sigh of relief, finally reassuring and said, "Then there is nothing to worry about. β
However, in fact, Mo Yan was frightened by Camos, and his words may be very close to the truth. When I think of the scene when he first arrived in this world, the strange sacrificial rituals of those fishmen may really have something to do with some evil god. And Camos's proposal to solve the problem, Mo Yan did not dare to take the risk.
There may really be gods in this world, and he is a visitor from another world. If it is discovered by those powers, it is estimated that it will be similar to the discovery of aliens in his world, and pulling it to the operating table to slice it is just the most ordinary ending. Who knows what the gods will do to him when they find him and do something they think is interesting.
At this time, a large ship in the open sea began to dock, and there was a carefully carved spear-wielding mermaid bow portrait on the bow, and the expressions of the delicately patterned characters were hideous, which made people who saw it feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts, which may be a strange prop.
With a number of ballistas on both sides of the ship, guarded by some heavily armed soldiers, and covered with fresh traces of battle, this is a large battleship. I don't know why I came here, it's rare to see this kind of warship docked in this place, at most, some small patrol ships will come to replenish.
The soldier on the lighthouse in the harbor was curious, but he did not ring the alarm bell and let the battleship dock properly.
"These are not enemies?" Mo Yan looked at the well-armed soldiers, and then looked at the townspeople of Karan who were not panicked.
"It is the ship of the kingdom of Lancer, and we are a country of brothers with Maris. Camos looked at the flag fluttering at the top of the mast and recognized the identity of the ship to explain to Mo Yan, but he also said with some doubts: "But Karan is far away from Lancer, and it is not the nearest port, why did they come here?"
The sailors on the ship, after the ship docked, did not put the sails away. One side of the ship was opened, and a small gangplank was lowered, from which three carriages were driven, and a considerable number of warriors followed on either side of the carriage. When all the wagons had left, the sailors quickly closed the side openings, and the battleship did not stop for a moment, and quickly left the harbor.
"Didn't even replenish the water and food?" Almost everyone saw the strange behavior, and Camos stared at the carriages that disembarked from the ship, obviously there was some secret in it, but it was not something they needed to worry about. The carriage, unmarked, escorted by dozens of fighters, quickly left the dock and disappeared into the town.
After the carriage disappeared, the dock returned to normalcy again. Although this matter is full of strangeness, it has nothing to do with him, and Mo Yan quickly left it behind. Later in the day, the ship that Camos was waiting for arrived, and although there were not as many gems as expected, the quality was quite high, and Camos spent his last gold coin.
Early the next morning, after a little preparation, the group drove the carriage on the road to Giza. The town of Karan is on the southernmost seaside of Yorkshire, which in turn is the southernmost part of the Mariz Empire. They had to walk for a month and a half to reach Parral, the heart of the empire, and then another seven days to reach Giza.
Mo Yan, who was sitting in the carriage in front, was full of expectations for this long period of performance. Even though he had been in Kahlan for two months, he had actually been in his room almost always because of the storm. Crossing almost half a country like this is a great attraction for Mo Yan, and this is the first time he has actually known the world.
As soon as the carriage left the city, it was a forest with a large pile of tall trees, which was not a rare thing at all. And Camos said that these are not high, because it is on both sides of the road, and every year the counties organize felling to keep the road clear.
On the way, listening to Camos introduce the path of travel, Mo Yan suddenly heard that he needed to camp at night and asked: "Then will there be monsters harassing?" I heard you say that when you come again, you will encounter some goblins and robbers on the road, will there be any monsters that are difficult to solve?"
"Goblins and robbers, both of which are bound to be encountered in that place. Camos smiled and said, "But as long as you don't leave the road, it's still safe, there are special patrols to patrol the road, and regularly destroy the surrounding goblin nests and bandit camps, and the monsters you said are not easy to solve......." β
"Hahaha...... That can only pray for the blessing of the good gods, and we will not have such bad luck. β
The mercenary sitting behind the carriage, perhaps bored, joined in the conversation between the two. Originally, Camos had three carriages, but one of them was destroyed because of a robber on the way, but fortunately the horses were not killed, and the cart with grain drawn by two horses was so that it could not move.
Since that night, Camos has noticed that Mo Yan somehow seems to have doubled the amount of food. Mo Yan, who was already a big stomach, had a diet that was already a monster, so much so that he had to bring more food on the road.
"Goblins are very poor in combat, and bandits are not much stronger. Camos, who had already seen those things on the way to Karan, said as if he knew a lot: "But generally speaking, we rarely camp in the wilderness, and there will be special camps on the way for caravans to rest. β
Camos explained that Mo Yan understood, and those camps were probably the concept of those rest areas on the highway. Some people set up special areas to provide security and simple accommodation as a way to earn money from traders. However, even so, there are still many merchants who die on the road every year for various reasons, so as long as there are non-locally produced things in various cities, most of them are not cheap.
Familiar with Lucamos on the way back, they arrived at the first camp in the evening. However, they were denied entry, and the entire camp was already covered by a team.
"Forget it, we're pitching a tent nearby. Looking at the guards in familiar attire, Camos gave up on raising the price. Sometimes money doesn't always solve the problem, especially if the other person is in a noble position. Camping was nothing to Mo Yan, but the two mercenaries were a little angry, as if they had been greatly insulted, and muttered words like a marquis.
Perhaps because of the proximity to the camp, although a rotating vigil was arranged, nothing strange was found. In order to stagger with this strange team as soon as possible, the next day Camos decided to hit the road early, this road to Kari and two camps, if you are blocked every day, it is really a very annoying thing.
"What? Let's move out?"
The mercenary shouted loudly, spitting the camp guard in the face. They arrived at the camp quite early, because they had arrived early, and when they were about to rest in the evening, the camp guards suddenly told them to leave, and offered to pay double the price.
"I'm really sorry that there's a guest at the camp who has already taken it over. The guard smiled and said, "We are willing to compensate you for three times the cost, I am really sorry." β
Obviously, he knew that his request was excessive, and the guard's expression was also very embarrassing, but the task arranged by the boss had to be completed, and he could only ask for it cheekily. Camos, who was in the camp, was a little helpless, but finally felt that he no longer embarrassed the guards, packed his things and planned to leave.
"Why haven't these untouchables gotten out yet?"
A sharp tone came from behind the guards, and a young girl of not very old walked over and saw Camos as she was packing up her things.
"What do you mean by untouchables and fuck off?" Mo Yan, who had never learned these two words, asked curiously.
"How dare you be so insulting! do you know......" The mercenary strode forward, looking like he wanted to punch someone.
"Mossa, don't make trouble. Camos stopped the enraged mercenary and stopped in front of him and said to the little girl, "Sorry, we are packing up our things and will leave shortly." β
Because I was already planning to rest, my daily belongings were scattered, so it took me some time to pack them up. And just when Mo Yan was carrying his custom-made small backpack and following behind Camos and was about to leave, his arm blocked Mo Yan's way.
"Hey, your knife is very good, I bought it. A man who followed behind the little girl stopped Mo Yan quite naturally, as if everything was taken for granted, he stretched out his hand to turn to the long knife on Mo Yan's waist, and then ...... Flew out.
"I guess the words untouchables and fuck off are not good words. Glancing at the scattered teeth on the ground and wiping the blood on his fist, Mo Yan sighed and said helplessly: "We are already planning to go out, but we still have to be persecuted like this, I really don't understand how to respect you at all." β
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