The idea of the empire is actually very simple, that is, it wants to install a person who belongs to them on the side of the quilt brave. Basically all the main cities have such a person, usually acting as a translator, and now this coachman is proficient in imperial Chinese, and he is timid and afraid of death, he is definitely a good candidate.

Originally, a few words could have fooled him, but Sain's timely arrival made this matter troublesome. Bradres simply said the matter to his face, and if Sain was flustered and at a loss, it could be interpreted as the other party's lack of heart, which also increased his credibility.

However, after Sain's initial stunnedness, he confidently asked them to ask around the crowd of dogheads, which surprised Bradley and the others. It stands to reason that the hatred of killing the princess, how can it be so easy to dissolve, they must find an object to vent, for the quilt brave they are most likely to have mixed feelings, and if the coachman can replace it, it is the best. This is also one of the places where the empire can take advantage of it, and now listening to Sain's meaning, it seems that even the common people can see through the essence of it, and will not be easily moved by hatred?

"Oh, so how does it spread among kobolds? tell us?" asked Bradley directly.

Sain did not continue: "I will not say it, lest I be called a liar, and the information I can find out is the most reliable." ”

The coachman remembered that he still had the task of leading the way, and hurriedly said, "Everyone, will you come into the house with me first? ”

"No need," Bradley was already a little impatient, "and we're going back." Fanmeer, you can stay and listen to the report of the quilt warrior in the evening. ”

"Good. Van Mill nodded, then turned to one of the Imperial soldiers next to him and whispered a few words to him, patting him on the shoulder and letting him stay here.

With that, Bradley immediately led the other Imperial people out of the city, and glanced back at the city, only to see Sain still standing in place.

"Isn't this man coming with him now?" Van Mill said disdainfully. They wanted to go first, but Sain would have followed, leaving a soldier and the coachman to explain. As a result, Sain saw the crux of the problem and immediately decided to stay.

"Whatever he wants," Bradley sneered, and flew up to sit on the dragon's back, "Find an opportunity to beat him up with a sack in a while, and you can't cure him if you twitter all day long?"

Fan Mill nodded immediately: "Don't worry, I'll arrange this matter." ”

As he spoke, a dragon groaned and flew far into the air.

And here Sain is still in place, and there is an Imperial soldier on the side, so he can't say much, so he can only wait for the opportunity. But after waiting this afternoon, there was still no chance to speak alone, until the quilt brave man finished counting the quilt production data and handed it to the imperial soldiers. The Imperial soldiers left with the data, and this was the space to speak.

"Quilt brave, you pay a little attention to your coachman. Sain said this sentence in Lou Pauler's Chinese, and the coachman may not understand it. Then he also said all the exchanges with the imperial people today, and somewhat gave the quilt brave a vigilance.

The quilt warrior could only reply: "I know." "The current situation is not good without a coachman, after all, there are too few dogheads who understand the imperial Chinese, and once he is really pressed, I don't know what will happen."

"By the way, we have already received the quilt," the quilt warrior changed the subject, "but our workers are illiterate, and it is too tiring to copy on the quilt." Is there any other way?"

Sain didn't know much about the quilt factory, and he only knew that it was mainly Kevin who was doing it, and at this time, the other party couldn't help but take a look. After hurriedly scanning the manuscript, I only felt that I lacked interest, and for a while I didn't expect such a complicated routine to attract necromancers, and I thought that it would be inconvenient to typeset so big on the quilt, and it looked very tiring for most of the time.

"Why don't you draw on the quilt?" Sain asked, "Yellow is fine, erotic quilts are so interesting, or make them smaller into pillows, or add hands and feet to make them into large dolls." If you do well, I'll be the first to buy you. ”

Quilt Brave: "......"

When he came out of the city, it was already late at night, and Sain looked up at the night sky, recognized the direction, and hurried back. It's still a bit dangerous to go on the road alone, but this side is already the sphere of influence of the quilt brave, and there are no robbers or jackals nearby, so most of them will not be a problem.

Sai was still a little excited at this time, and he felt that he had done a lot of credit for sabotaging the Empire's plot to recruit coachmen, and at the same time giving the quilt factory the idea. While there may not be much of a real reward, being recognized as a human being is valuable in itself. Since the Smitta incident, Sain has either been cheated or fooled, so that he is in a trance, and now he has finally done something, and his heart is inevitably excited.

"What are you laughing at?" suddenly came from the darkness of the night.

Sain was shocked and hurriedly turned back, only to see a sack falling from the sky, right in the head, and suddenly it was pitch black in front of him. However, the sound of footsteps in my ears came from all directions, and there seemed to be several people.

"What do you want to do?" shouted Sain.

Bang, bang, bang! He was greeted by pain all over his body, and Sain subconsciously crouched down and curled up to protect himself. The other party punched and kicked for a while, and he basically had no scruples about shooting.

Sain knew in his heart that the other party would either vent his anger or ...... It's itchy hands, and if he really wanted to kill, Sain would have died a long time ago. If it's a robbery, there's no need to hit someone. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the other party will kill people again after beating them, after all, the life at this time is all in the other party's thoughts.

You can't shout! You can't call for help! What if the other party is frightened and stabs you to death? What if friendly forces come and they take you hostage? It will be even more dangerous when the time comes.

Anyway, the other party is just beating people, and it's okay to be tired, right? Although this seems to be cowardly, it is true that he can survive.

Bang! Sain only felt a sharp pain in his calf, and his bones clicked, obviously his leg was broken. At some point, the other party began to use the stick and began to whip and beat indiscriminately.

Sain broke out in a cold sweat, still curled up and endured, and he didn't even plan to protect his body with his fighting spirit. The red fighting spirit is really nothing here, and secondly, Sain obviously feels that the strength of the few people surrounding him is above him, and they don't use the fighting spirit at this time, and they can't use it themselves. It would not be good if they burst out with vindictiveness, but it would stimulate their desire to beat people.

I don't know how long it took, but my body gradually became numb, and Sain kept clenching his teeth. Finally, the opponent's shot strength gradually weakened, and the interval between shots gradually increased, one by one, and finally stopped.

There was the sound of several people breathing rapidly, the body was numb, and he couldn't stop shaking, and his calf was the most painful.

"Do you know why we hit you?" the other asked.

Sain didn't speak.

"Are you dumb?" the other party roared, "I usually talk so much nonsense, but now I'm dumb?"

Sain still didn't speak.

The other party lost interest, kicked Sain a few more times, and turned to leave. Sain curled up on the ground and waited for a long time, convinced that they were far away, and then slowly removed the sack from his head, struggled to his feet, and limped back.

The next morning, the parrot found Sain and hurriedly informed Kevin, who ordered the little spoon to come and pick him up, and then brought the bruised Sain back to the embassy.

"How can this be?" Kevin and the others looked at Sain at this time, his right calf was broken, his body was covered in mud, and his face was nothing, but when he took off his shirt, it was full of bruises.

"I'm fine, I just got beaten. Sain was helped by the crowd and lay down on the bed.

"Don't worry, I've already asked the light elves Waldler to come over, and they are very experienced with this level of trauma. Kevin reassured.

"Who did that?" the little spoon had already subconsciously snapped his fingers.

Sain sighed: "Actually, I didn't see who it was, I was covered with a sack." ”

Everyone was silent, and there was a good chance that someone who could do this at this time would be ......

"Bradley is coming!" said the ambassador suddenly, "and he knocked on the door. ”

"He came prepared. Kevin stood up, his face unkind.

Sai was able to see it at the time: "Forget it, it's not a big deal." It was just a beating, and it was cured quickly. ”

Everyone sighed, of course they knew the current strength gap, and there was really no evidence to prove that it was their hands.

"Let Bradley in, you have to say something?" Kevin waved his hand, letting everyone sit on one side while he sat on the edge of the bed, ready to greet Bradley and the others right here.

In a few moments, Bradley and his retinue Robles and the dragoon leader Van Mill arrived, and of course the three of them saw Sain's tragic appearance at a glance, and still asked innocently, "What happened?

"I was beaten. Kevin was straightforward.

Bradley and the others were slightly surprised: "Really?

Kevin sneered: "If it wasn't for being beaten, wouldn't it be possible for us to fall? ”

"Listening to Kevin's tone, it seems that it is our Imperial people who beat people?" Bradley was also very direct, and simply threw it all to the surface.

"Listen to your tone, it seems that the Empire people don't beat people. Kevin fought back.

Bradley smiled, "Is there any evidence?"

Kevin sneered: "There is no outsider here, whoever makes the move, who naturally knows it." ”

"Oh, what are you going to do?" asked Bradley.

Kevin smiled: "I hope that when you go back, you of the empire can strictly investigate and restrain your subordinates." As for what I want to do, I haven't figured it out yet, but I'm going to do something. ”

The three Imperial Trio over there had different expressions, Bradley's face was calm, Robles raised his eyebrows slightly, but Van Mill's face showed disdain.

After a moment of silence, Bradley spoke: "In this way, about this beating incident, we will investigate it when we go back." If it's really a violation by our subordinates, then we will definitely punish it severely. If not, then we can only express regret. ”

"Actually, this time I was lucky, the other party just hit someone. Sain can also reflect on who he usually offends, and we will also have a direction of investigation," Bradley replied, "Of course, we should also pay attention in the future, after all, this is a troubled time, and the protection work must be done well, and next time we may not be so lucky." ”

Kevin was silent, saying that there was nothing to say here. Although the other party's words were very harsh, it was not easy to refute them, and they needed to have practical means to threaten them, and they hadn't thought about it in a hurry.

Bradley waved his hand: "Since there are wounded here today, there will be no more left." O Sain, you also take a rest, we will go first. ”

There was no one to see them off, only the ambassador symbolically stretched out his hand, and the three imperial people were not polite and strode away. Bang! The little spoon has already smashed into the table: "Hmph! angry!"

The ambassador came over and patted Kevin: "You're impulsive." ”

Kevin nodded, rubbing his temples, "Ugh! But I don't think the Empire will come here this time to make such a boring trip to ridicule us. The main thing is to look at an attitude, whether we are 'beaten' or 'fall by ourselves'. In other words, whether we intend to endure or resist is the attitude they need to know. ”

"So you decided to resist," replied the ambassador, "but to be honest, it's risky. ”

"I know," Kevin replied, "that it is our custom to admit that we fell on the surface, and to do it behind our backs." ”

The little spoon on the side sighed: "A small soldier of the empire, it is very difficult for us to fight. It is unlikely that they will be able to return the favor with a sack. ”

The ambassador restrained: "Actually, there is no point in fighting, the key is whether the strategic goal can be achieved." If we go to great lengths to grab a few minions and beat them, it is pointless in itself, and it is useless to make enemies. ”

Sain lying on the bed: "Actually, the main thing is that I'm too annoyed with them, as long as I don't talk nonsense, then I won't be beaten." ”

Kevin slapped the table: "Then I'll go in person, I don't believe they dare to beat me?"

Ambassador interface: "Don't be so confident, it's not like you can't fight." ”

Kevin laughed: "It's better to hit me, I'm itching." ”

Everyone: "......"

The next day, Kevin came to Bradley's room alone and knocked on the door: "Is the old general there?"

Bradley opened the door: "Is there something wrong?"

Kevin calmly entered the room and found a chair to sit down: "Usually at this time, it is Sain who comes over. Now to fill this vacancy, I came. ”

Bradley was slightly dazed: "I'm not a lonely old man, and I don't need someone to accompany me regularly." ”

"That's not what I mean," Kevin replied, "I'm just looking for the killer who beat Sain, and I'm thinking if I live the same life as Sain, will I end up being beaten like Sain?"

Bradley: "......"

At this moment, Kevin felt that although there was no "murderous aura" in the other party's eyes, they were full of "cheering".

"If that's what you want, I can do it for you. Bradley took two steps, and the oppression grew.

Kevin sat still: "What's wrong? Could it be that Sain was beaten like this?"