The days repeated themselves in meditation and spell practice, but Sean was not bored at all.

Soon it was the twenty-seventh day of his visit to the village, and as usual, he strolled along the ridge and watched Emra continue his former work, which was to overseer the worker.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Sean stopped and turned to walk towards the village.

Yesterday he went to discuss one thing with Laurien, and that was that Laurien would hide Sean's existence in the face of a caravan that might arrive.

Sean, on the other hand, went into hiding, secretly probing the caravan to confirm something.

Therefore, recently, Sean plans not to wander around in and around the village, but to review the theoretical knowledge in the village with peace of mind, as well as practice some non-destructive spells.

Walking around the corner, Sean saw his house—or the house he lived in temporarily.

As soon as he entered the room, he was greeted by a package, and in order to make it easier for him to run away after something went wrong, Sean prepared some things that might be used in advance.

Food, water, a long, polished knife.

After checking the things again to make sure there were no mistakes, Sean collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment.

After staying here for so long, and earning a lot of gold coins, he had long had the idea of leaving.

It's time to take advantage of this opportunity to see if you can get out of here safely.

He's already picked his target.

About ninety kilometers away from the city of Teresa is a city called the city of Lane.

The city of Lane is a much larger city than Teressa, with a population of 260,000, far more than the city of Teresa with only 50,000, and Thean's next target is there.

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At the same time, the sound of wheels rolling in the distance was heard, and the noisy human voices startled the birds in the forest.

A long caravan walked along the forest road, and in front of the caravan, several guards on tall horses with long swords at their waists were idly probing the way.

A massive creature pulls a wooden wagon, which is loaded with various goods, making a constant crashing sound as it moves along.

Although it is a carriage, it is not a horse, but a camel with good endurance and strong weight-bearing capacity.

This creature is a new species cultivated in captivity, and the mage's research field is not just plants, but involves almost all aspects of the world, so to speak, they are the helmsmen of the entire human civilization, mastering the most cutting-edge technology.

The atmosphere in the caravan was very comfortable and harmonious, and it was as if they were still chatting with friends at home, and they were not nervous in their speech and behavior.

Their target was the village of Clayton, and since their master, Earl Broad, had come to an agreement with the filthy kobolds, they were the only caravan that could freely travel back and forth on these roads, so there was absolutely no need to be vigilant at all times.

Out of their sight, several kobolds in the woods who had been sleeping suddenly stood up, and they listened carefully with their ears tilted their ears, recognizing the caravan's movements.

After identifying the target, one of the kobolds quickly departed, while the others continued to track the caravan.

It wasn't long before a large crowd of kobolds surrounded the caravan, and at the front of them was a kobold warlock with dark red skin and a terrifying aura.

The people in the caravan were all panicked, most of them were merchants and servants, where had they ever seen such a big scene?

"Roar!"

The kobold warlock roared and began to negotiate with the leader of the caravan.

I don't know what the man said, but the kobold warlock seemed to suddenly become extremely irritable, and he waved the branch in his hand, and the fireballs smashed into the ground in front of the caravan.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow was suddenly fired, piercing straight through the skull of an ordinary kobold.

"I ...... I wasn't careful! The guard, whose hand trembled and shot the arrow out of fear, trembled his lips and hurriedly shouted.

"Woohoo!"

The roar rang out instantly, these kobolds were not good people, and the moment they saw their companions killed, they all became furious.

The kobold warlock who was the leader took the lead, and threw a burst fireball directly into the crowd.

The people of the caravan were so flustered by the accident that they ran back without even drawing their weapons, this is a trainee-level kobold warlock, it alone can kill hundreds of people in a row without rest, not to mention that there is a large group of kobolds watching from the side.

After a one-sided slaughter, the kobolds won a complete victory, and the kobold warlocks led by the kobold began to pick up the loot even more proudly.

The kobolds had now been carried away by the momentary victory, and they did not notice that several of the guards had already snuck away on horseback when they realized that something was wrong.

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"What?!"

Count Broad slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, and the teacup collided with the ground, shattering with a crisp sound.

"The kobolds rebelled?!"

"Yes...... Yes, Lord Count. A guard in armor said as he half-knelt on the ground, trembling.

"I was doing security work at the rear of the caravan when I saw the kobold warlock throw a couple of fireballs out, and then out of nowhere, the kobolds started attacking us......"

"Fortunately, I and a few other people were clever enough to retreat at the beginning, so we didn't get killed by those brainless beasts."

"Damn! I don't know what to do! Earl Broad listened to the guard's description, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the anger that almost burst out of his chest.

He rubbed his temples and said.

"Tomorrow, I'll take all the people to exterminate those guys! Sending them so many supplies every month, and giving them food for the poor, can still cause such a thing! ”

After the guards bowed their heads and retreated, Count Broad walked into the basement of the manor in a rage, he was in a bad mood and needed a place where he could forget about it for a while.

……

A few hours later, Count Broad came out of the basement, and after some venting, his mood had calmed down a bit.

Now that I think about it, this matter can't be done by him alone, at least the few people who discussed this matter at the beginning must all be involved, so as not to lose too much or these people take advantage of their departure to secretly do some bad things.

Writing a few letters on the table, Earl Broad called for the chief of the guard outside.

"According to the name on it, send the letter to these people. Oh, by the way, next time I have a chance to buy a few more slaves, preferably the cat clan, this time I accidentally played all to death......"

"Yes!" The chief guard took the order, took the letter, turned and ran out.