Chapter 1 1 2: Exchange of trade cards
In the Tata River area, [Paradise of Bandits], the first sunny day after the rain, in this chaotic but orderly town, people are gradually coming out.
Most of them were passers-by, bandits who were about to enter Shadi to rob, caravans who fully believed in their strength, and caravans who were both bandits and caravans.
Here, gold, silver and copper coins can still be used, but it is not known whether they will be slaughtered.
The premise is that your money must be safe and secure in your hands when you use it, and if it is stolen, it is useless to say anything.
The weak are not welcome here, and all sorts of murders are dramatically absurd, and what is even more shocking is that most of the people here are accustomed to it.
Under the ground of [Paradise Lost], a technique that can absorb the flesh and blood of dead things is running silently, once the corpse is on the street, the magic power contained in it will quickly circulate, decomposing the corpse into pure flesh and blood, and finally turning it into magic power, and the supply technique will continue to operate, and so on.
Without the timely supply of flesh, the technique might not work, and thanks to at least thirty murders a day, the huge machine could still work.
At the same time, wealth is rapidly redistributed with the passing of life, and in the midst of laughter and wolf howls, the days of [Paradise Lost] are so wonderful and boring.
William specially assigned the only bear orc in the orc escort, Kiri to follow Marshall, and escort her with Haru for the rest of the procurement work.
"Don't be afraid to kill, don't be alarmed, even if someone dies at your feet, you can't stand still." Before leaving, William carefully helped Marshall put on his saber and intimately advised, "You two, you must ensure the safety of the princess, and you must not allow the slightest mistake." β
"Yes!"
After that, William didn't forget to focus his eyes on Chun's body, and once again signaled with his eyes that he should not miss a half-point.
"If you die, the orcs will retire from the Yaris stage forever, and Shura will shut down immediately." William clapped his hands and said such cold words happily, which made the two orcs panic in their hearts.
In fact, it may be true, this is just William's speculation, but it is not much different from the truth.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot to say it." William rubbed his hands, "The motto here, the same as that fat pigβ"
"βdon't think I didn't hear it!" The greasy voice shouted indignantly.
"βThe same thing that people say, "No name, no matter what". You can't ask other people's names and where they're going, only this one can't be transgressed, absolutely not. Of course, there are always people who don't listen to advice, and their fate is also death. β
"Hmph......" Marshall rolled her eyes vigorously, she was not used to William being like this, and then she pulled the claws of the two orcs beside her, one on each side, and said, "Let's go." β
Saying...... This bear orc's name is Kiri, right?
The bear claws of the tong are obviously much softer than the wolf claws, and the claws are even very comfortable.
Therefore, Marshall seemed to patronize Kiri's hand more, and he couldn't help but loosen his grip on Haru's hand.
"Uncle Tong, your claws are very soft, and they are super comfortable to the touch." Marshall swaggered in the middle of the road with two heavily armed orcs, and the money bag on his waist looked very shiny, "Hey, uncle, don't hold it so tightly, it hurts!" β
Haru's face seemed to be a little flattened than before, and his ears were raised and pressed down.
"Could it be ......" Kirito grinned when he saw this, "You can't be jealous, right?" β
"Something's wrong! Why am I jealous! Haru pinned her head to the side, her tail inexplicably straightened, "Besides, her personal bodyguard is me!" β
"I'm jealous...... I'm jealous," Marshall was speechless, and then chuckled, "but his hands are softer than yours." β
Chun suddenly felt the painful feeling of his elbow turning out, and his heart was extremely sad.
The wolf is a creature with an extremely strong desire to protect food.
"Watch out for the surroundings, there seem to be a lot of people watching us." Tong suddenly let go of Marshall's hand, slowly drew the big sword behind him, and dragged it on the ground unhurriedly, making a not shallow mark, "You are responsible for protecting her, and the employer sent me to clear the way for you." β
"I know." Chun touched his back with his left hand, and quickly drew his big sword, but his right hand was still holding Marshall's small hand, it seemed that he was sad enough, "Be careful." β
The streets were neither wide nor narrow, and all sorts of thieves and bandits leaned against the filthy and slippery walls with bad intentions, their eyes shining with greed.
The bag around Marshall's waist was not small, and judging from the outline, the pieces of gold coins at the bottom of the bag could be vaguely distinguished.
The mere fact that such a small and delicate girl walking down the street would elicit the howls of the males, and the gold coin bag around her waist was a fuse.
Had it not been for these ill-intentioned thieves, this town, in Marshall's opinion, would have been much different from Greene's, and even the architectural style......
However, these vicious bandits didn't seem to be ready to rush forward, but just watched from both sides, so Haru and Tong just held the sword in their hands and were nervous.
Marshall hurriedly shook off the map, carefully checked their route, and according to the map's guidance, three more streets were crossed, and they would reach the trading area, which had a crime rate of almost zero, which meant that they only had to finish this section of the road......
"Let's hurry up." Haru swallowed his saliva, and noticed that the hyena-like thieves around him seemed to be getting closer and closer to them.
But Marshall shook his head, the corners of his mouth upturned.
Her eyelashes drooped, she gently patted her whole body, unhurriedly pulled out her saber from her waist, and her lips opened lightly: "Walk slowly, this will give people a kind of oppressive force, if you walk quickly, maybe they will come hard." β
Seeing that Marshall actually responded in this way, he couldn't help but worry: "Miss...... Can this really be done......
"Yes...... "Spring can't see Marshall's accident, at least, this should be his own "prey"......
"Something's wrong, and you." Marshall waved the light sword in his hand, and this period of training seemed to have had a good effect, "I fully trust you, don't drop the chain." β
"But ......" Haru wanted to say something, but Marshall stopped him.
"If you run, something will happen."
"Why?"
"Because we like suspicion." Marshall pulled his long hair, his eyes getting cold.
Private lessons in the palace taught him how to deal with various situations, and Alwini wanted Marshall to succeed to the throne, and she was still there until William took him away.
Hopefully, it will work, Marshall's heart is actually similar to that of the two orcs around him who are not deeply involved in the world, but even worse.
Alas...... This may be the kind of temperament that a princess of a country should haveβresilience.
......
Marshall's inn, though shabby, was well stocked, with tables and chairs, and even an entire large hall.
If anyone dares to smash the tables and chairs in the hall with a sledgehammer, he will find that he can't even dust off a grain of dust from them!
Of course, before smashing, this person should have been disposed of by the staff at the hotel.
Boom!
A wet snakeskin bag smashed on top of the largest table in the center of the inn.
The bag was wet and slippery, and the resistance of the table did not allow it to stand still quickly, and it made sticky, extremely fishy marks on the table.
There was no one in the hall except William.
"The deal is done, come out." William clapped his hands, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped his fingertips carefully, not particularly concerned that he had smashed a freshly plucked human head on the table.
The filthy and rough bag was filled with a mist of blood peculiar to the recently deceased, and in a short time it filled the halls of the hotel.
"Oops, hey! Thank you so much, my old friend! β
The fat man was like a slippery loach that didn't know where to come from, and he twisted his waist excitedly and happily, giggling.
He gasped for breath, three steps in two, his stout ten fingers writhing in a snap, eager to open the blood-soaked snakeskin pouch.
"One...... Two...... Three...... Four...... Five! Just right! Haha, that's good, friend! β
"The business cards they stole are all here, and you didn't say you wanted them, so I took them, and the hotel room fee is only that." William raised his hand, only to see a large number of signs of different shapes and materials appearing on William's wrist.
"What do you want? I can exchange with you, and of course, you can also go to the trading street to exchange things. As you know, my 'stuff' here is the best price. β
William casually flicked the trade card on his wrist as if he were playing with some boring toy.
What is contained in the business brand is the most important core goods of a chamber of commerce. And the merchant brand itself is a storage magic vessel, and with proper treatment, it can even stuff a horse-drawn carriage.
"The convoy that can escort us to the middle of Shadi needs to be loyal enough."
"Class A, Class B, or Class C?" The fat man raised his eyebrows, and the fat on his face kept beating.
Syllable!
William removed all the trade cards from his wrist and slammed them on the table in front of his boss.
"All."
"This ...... This ......" the smile on the fat man's face disappeared and was replaced by endless horror, "what the hell are you sending...... How could it be so many people......"
"Something that can't be shipped under a trade brand." William's lips opened and closed, and he said with a pretended lightheartedness.
"You're crazy! And bring this such a little girl! Besides, her identity ......"
Cannot be shipped under a commercial brand...... This means that the magic contained in the cargo has reached the level of a first-class magic weapon!
William waved his hand impatiently and waved away the smell of blood on the tip of his nose: "I will personally protect her, this is an experience for her." β
"But you...... There's no way to protect her all the time! The fat man seems to be on fire, "As a person, there is always a limit!" Both the flesh and the magic it carries! β
"That's why I need your men, don't I?" William smiled lightly, and under his half-open and half-closed eyes, a psychedelic dark gold kept flashing.
"Okay...... You're playing with fire! The fat man seemed to be about to let go, "People, as many as you want, you can take it, absolutely loyal!" β
"Too many people are just a drag, and we'll go straight through the gold mines, with the palace's approval."
"You...... I shouldn't have let you in here. β
"But didn't I come in?" William hugged his chest as if looking at a fat clown.
However, the fat man's face was indeed blue and purple, which could be appropriately described by the word clown.
"Alas...... You're developed now, and I can't let you do anything. β
"Well, now that the situation in the imperial capital is not good, I can take her out to avoid the limelight."
"It fucking stinks! What a shit king! Killing my brother and ascending the throne, I also thought about it! The fat man used his big hand to pull the pieces of trade cards that William handed him, and muttered in his mouth.
"Alright...... William waved his hand angrily.
"Hey......" the innkeeper chuckled whimfully, and he reached out and shoved the head of the man on the snakeskin bag, causing all the horrified faces to roll to the ground.
gurgling ......
As soon as the flesh hit the ground, it quickly began to turn black, soften, corrupt, decompose, and finally turn into a disgusting puddle of black-red slime, which gradually disappeared on the floor of the hall.
They provided the energy for the procedure, five parts of the energy.
"How?" William hugged his chest, opened one eye and closed the other, and looked at the fat man's body diagonally, constantly shaking.
"Are you interested in coming back and continuing to be a [substitute punisher]? Preferential treatment! β
His voice was sweet, and with this pair of black hair and fat and greasy face that was close to his scalp, he looked even more disgusting.
"Nope."
"You know, not everyone can be a [substitute punisher]!"
"Don't."
This year marks the thirty-second anniversary of the establishment of Paradise of Thieves.