Oliver began to regret it a little. As time passed, the initial excitement of his good fortune and the greed for a large amount of gold coins slowly settled in the darkest corners of his heart, corrupting and stinking. Growing fear and anxiety grow.

For several days, after seeing countless young faces, the two cultivators who had infiltrated Kugil seemed to have evaporated from the world, and they never showed even the slightest clue. At one point, Oliver even began to wonder if he had really seen those two people, or if it was all an illusion he had conceived in the middle of a boring rainy night.

When Oliver sees the resentment and hostility towards him in the eyes of the other miserable guards, a shadowy nightmare finds him. He had already woken up more than once in nightmares, dreaming that the gold coins in his arms were getting redder and hotter, and finally like a red-hot soldering iron, it burned through his clothes and his skin, and in the heart-rending screams, he was burned to black ashes.

Compared to the gaze of the guards, it was the sheriff of Kugil who really terrified Oliver. Gadore's temper became more and more irritable, and his eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty beast that would tear everything around him to pieces at any moment. Every time he was targeted, Oliver had a sense that death was near.

Most of the gold in the purse had already been spent, either on the woman's belly or at the casino table, and Oliver now wished he hadn't squandered all that hot coin. However, it was obviously too late, and the only thing that was certain was that if those two cultivators did not show up again, Lord Gadore would use cruel means to make himself spit out the gold coins, and even the price of his life would follow.

Every time he thought of this, Oliver would immediately break out in a cold sweat, and the improvised high platform at the west gate, as if it was an execution ground, would become a place to sangle his neck in the near future. What's even more tragic is that he found that all his retreats were blocked, and there was no room for struggle.

As in the previous days, the dawn sun had just awakened the town of Kugil, which had been asleep all night, when numerous convoys flowed like winding streams from all corners of the town, merging on the main road into a wide river that rushed to the city gate to the west. The procession was large and crowded, mixed with countless wagons, and stretched a long distance amid the noise of people and the chirping of mules and horses.

It didn't take long for the gates to be crowded with merchants waiting to leave the city. Under the control of the town guards, the whole team moved slowly, and the occasional quarrels were quickly suppressed.

Of course, these merchants were not untempered, but all of them deliberately hid their dissatisfaction, and just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, away from the sight of the sheriff who stood on the edge of the high platform like a madman.

Oliver also arrived at the town gate early. As he walked up the stairs, Oliver saw the figure that terrified him.

"Morning, good morning, sir......" Oliver said, taking off his hat and clutching it in his hands, hunching his waist carefully.

Gadore didn't speak, just fixed his eyes on the gatekeeper with his hands behind his back, and then looked back at the crowd below. Adjutant Finn, who was standing in the back, squinted his eyes and said, "Keep your eyes open, Oliver......"

"Yes, yes...... Adults ......" Oliver's voice was hoarse and ugly, as if the water in his mouth had been evaporated in an instant. He dragged his trembling legs and stood in the corner of the high platform, his hat crumpled and crumpled together.

More and more merchants gathered at the gate, and all kinds of dissatisfied voices erupted in the long wait, and the town guards, who were already few, immediately seemed a little overstretched. Many of the guards who had been standing under the high platform had to join in to maintain order, which was the last thing they wanted to do, because if they got in, it wouldn't be long before they were neatly dressed.

In this anxious and oppressive atmosphere, a sharp shout and curse sounded in the crowd. "For the sake of the Lord God, do you want to go away?!" shouted a ragged man, his face flushed with rage, his face flushed with anger, and a companion with a pained expression lay on the ground in front of him.

"Get out of here!" the coachman looked at each other with contempt, tightened the reins of his horses, and the two black horses with satin-colored fur snorted restlessly.

The man was even angrier. "Whose carriage?!Hell, no matter whose carriage it is, don't want to leave so easily!" he waved his arms at the crowd, and his voice became louder, "Dear gentlemen, please come and see! This coachman, who has no one in his eyes, actually scolded me for not stopping the carriage after hitting someone! The Lord God is on top! Who has ever heard such a truth?"

Hearing the man's shout, many good merchants gathered around, some inquired about what had happened, some whispered, and some just wanted to express their dissatisfaction with the coachman, but they were immediately stopped by their companions, and then pointed to the dark brown carriage. The person who was stopped suddenly covered his mouth, secretly glad that he had shut up in time.

In a barrage of curses from the man, the door with brass handles opened. "There really is no such reason, you are right. With these whispered words, a shiny black leather boot stepped down the staircase.

With a few gasps from the crowd, a muscular man wearing a dark blue stand-up collar robe appeared in everyone's sight. To the local merchants living in the town of Kugil, they were all too familiar with this man, the notorious "executioner" Latier.

In his youth, Latier was one of the scoundrels in the town of Kugil, but he did not last long in this unpromising profession, and in a flash of inspiration or a sudden whim, he took advantage of the convenience of the town itself to start a trade.

Some people say that he was the first pot of gold to collect from human trafficking in other countries, others say that he was close to the bandit gang that wandered outside the town, specializing in robbing lone past merchants, and finally splitting the account in half, and so on. There are many rumors about him, but in any case, Latier has long since transformed himself into one of the famous merchants in the town of Kugil. However, many people know what a filthy soul lies beneath his well-dressed exterior.

Latier smiled and looked at the man who was stopping in front of the car. "Tell me, what do you want, if you can't get out of town today, you can't afford to compensate for my losses. With that, he pointed to the wagons that followed the carriage - the valuables he had purchased from the port of Belém.

"How's that? reparation, of course!" exclaimed the man, rightly. The crowd of onlookers let out a small boo, as if they were laughing, it turns out that what you want is not justice, but gold coins.

Latier shook his head amusedly. "Gold coins?haha, I can't imagine that someone actually blackmailed me on my head, well done, my friend!" he really took out a few gold coins from his pocket, "Come to think of it, my gold coins are not so easy to get." ”

Gadore, who was watching the commotion from the high platform, tilted his head and said behind him, "Finn! Go and tell that fool Latier, and get out of the way of me at once! I don't have time to watch him show off his might with two stinky beggars." ”

"Yes, my lord," replied Adjutant Finn, who immediately bowed and prepared to step down the platform.

Just then, a loud voice rang out behind Latier's carriage. I saw a horse-drawn carriage full of goods in the convoy suddenly collapse on the road, the overwhelmed rope broke in a cloud of dust, and countless neatly bound cargo boxes fell to the ground and shattered. The spices, handicrafts, and even exquisite handmade silverware from the East were scattered all over the place in an instant.

Looking at the goods on the ground, many people swallowed their saliva unconsciously, although these things are not priceless treasures, but they are indeed valuable and good things.

Latier was stunned when he heard the sound, and quickly threw the gold coin to the man in front of the carriage, turned to the men in the wagon and shouted, "Reload it for me......!"

Before he could finish speaking, a group of beggars came out of nowhere and crowded in from all directions. "Praise you for your generosity, Lord Latier!" they said, picking up the goods on the ground and scattering them to the crowd of onlookers.

Almost instantly, the procession in front of the town gate was in disarray, and countless people poured into the wagons like a tidal wave. Traders, merchants, beggars, vagabonds, you name it, rushed over. With a louder noise, the collapsed wagon was completely toppled over, everyone frantically scrambling for everything they could get their hands on, and even some people scuffling together over the same thing in their hands.

"Lay it down, you damned bandits, let me go!" Latiere roared with a pale face, trying to squeeze into the crowd to stop further losses. But his feeble protest was soon overwhelmed by the crowd, and with two other loud bangs, the rest of the convoy's wagons were toppled over, and the crowd erupted in even more voracious cheers.

The high-ranking Gadore could not be calm, because he accounted for 20% of the dry shares in Latier's business, and if these truckloads were looted, it would be like cutting meat on him. "Hell, call the guards and arrest all these damned untouchables for me!" Don't let anyone who participates in the robbery go!" he yelled at his lieutenant Finn, his face full of hideousness, as if he were going to eat people.

"Yes, yes, sir!" Finn, of course, knew why, and he hurried down the steps, shouting at the guards and surrounding the crowd.

At the same time, the man who stopped in front of the carriage had already helped his companion up, and after looking around, he nodded slightly in one direction and disappeared into the crowd.

Seeing the other party's gesture, Mirza, who was standing at the front of the line, turned his head and looked at Soviran and Tandra beside him and chuckled twice. "Everything went well. He said.