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When Curt arrived at the scene, he didn't immediately go to the head of the Manticore mercenary group to theorize. Curt took Gordon and Cameron in a small circle and blended into the caravan. Since they were all cloaked and wore hoods, they did not attract the attention of others. The merchants were gathered around the small campfire, scolding and waiting for the Manticore mercenary group to let them go.

In the tundra, there is very little dead wood and hay to make fires. Fortunately, the caravans have been in contact with Qianfa City a lot, and they have already been prepared. They brought magic stones that could be heated, but they were limited in number and consumables, and there were not many left. If it can't be released within a day, the caravan will be in trouble.

Curt stood silently, assessing the situation. The Manticore mercenary group has set up tents and completely blocked the trade routes. From the conversations of the merchants, Curt learns that the person who commanded the Manticore mercenary group seems to have a lot of background. Without any explanation, the mercenaries forcibly blocked the trade routes. The merchants were thus faced with a dilemma: they could not return the way they came, or they would die of cold and hunger on the way.

This surprised Curt very much, he didn't expect the other party to find trouble and find such a domineering one. In essence, the Manticore mercenary group is a public murder. If no one breaks the deadlock, sooner or later the merchants will freeze to death in the wilderness.

In addition, the Manticore mercenary group is also equivalent to slapping Curt in the face. Although Ioham did not explicitly declare that he would leave the trade routes outside the city to Curt. But in fact, the trade route was already Curt's territory, and it was just not announced at the next Council of a Thousand Laws. Suppose before the convening of the Council of the Thousand Laws, something big happened on the trade routes. Then Curt's position would become awkward even if he was not held accountable.

"What guts......"

Curt muttered to himself, then found a corner to sit down. Gordon and Cameron also found a place to rest, keeping a distance from Curt to take care of each other. In his current form, Curt doesn't intend to make a reckless move. He's got enough of it, and the next thing is to wait and see what happens, and wait for the best moment.

Curt quietly casts a teleportation spell to inform Cedric that he has arrived. In addition, Curt also sent some confidential information to the past, which made Cedric suspicious, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Curt is not a good person and likes to fight evil with evil. He has always been ruthless to those who dare to make trouble for himself.

For the next half hour, Curt covertly launched his reconnaissance. He sat down on a hill and looked around with his arcane vision. The Manticore Mercenary Regiment is a large mercenary group with a high reputation, and a small percentage of their members are armed with magic weapons. Despite the quality of those magic weapons, it is still difficult for ordinary mercenaries to afford them.

In addition to this, Curt also found several bright clusters of magical aura. It was supposed to be the top of the Manticore mercenary group, and they were quite well armed.

Curt shook his head slightly, this was not what he was looking for. In this matter, the Manticore mercenary group can only be regarded as thugs. There must be someone behind them, otherwise a fool would provoke a new mage as a mere warrior. Frankly, Curt didn't take the Manticore mercenary group seriously. For him, the point is to find out who is behind the scenes and punish them.

Curt sat cross-legged with some boredom, waiting for things to unfold. He knew that this trouble must be inseparable from Randall, so it was easy to lock on a few characters. There are not many people who can summon the Manticore mercenary group, and it costs at least a thousand gold coins to let two hundred people go out once. There are not many people who can afford it, and the status should be at least a high-level mage...... Or the son of a high-ranking mage.

"Please. ”

Just as Curt was silently calculating, someone walked up to him. Curt looked down in surprise and saw a steaming cup. The ceramic cup is crudely made, but quite functional. In the wide rim of the cup, a few raman grasses floated in the boiling snow water. This grass has a blood-invigorating and refreshing effect, and is a common drink used by tundra travelers.

Curt looked up curiously and looked up at the cup. She was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, who was not pretty, but her slender eyebrows and the bridge of her nose made her look quite innocent. The girl smiled at Curt and said softly:

"Warm up, I don't know when I'll be released. My name is Shaman, and I'm a member of the Broken Boots Merchant Circle. Did you also go to the Thousand Laws City to make deliveries? I don't think I've ever seen you before. ”

"Uh...... My name is Curt, and I'm an apprentice mage, and I'm about to return to the City of a Thousand Laws. Thank you for the tea, I almost froze, it was so timely. ”

Curt Xun came back to his senses, showing a grateful expression. He cautiously took the teacup, then pulled a silver coin out of his belt pouch to hand it to Shaman. This startled Sharman and she leaped back half a step. Shaman shook his hand again and again, blushed and said:

"No, this tea doesn't cost money. People on the journey should take care of each other, and my grandfather always taught me that. ”

“...... Thank you grandpa for me. ”

Curt embarrassedly retracted his hand and put the silver coin back. He watched Sharman leave, bringing hot tea to Gordon and Cameron one by one. Gordon squeezed his eyes at Curt and smiled narrowly. Curt shook his head with a smile, and then took a sip of the bitter and aromatic hot tea.

Twenty minutes later, Sharman walked over again. She took the cup with only the tea residue left, and asked Curt with a pleading look on her face:

"My grandfather wants to say a few words to everyone, can you please come over for a moment?"

"Of course. ”

Curt nodded happily, after all, the mouth of a cannibal is soft. It seems that the cup of hot tea is not free, it is a foreshadowing, and the purpose is to allow Shaman Shun to gather everyone. It's a good idea, at least for Curt to find it difficult to resist.

In a short period of time, dozens of people gathered. They belonged to four merchant groups, as well as a few travelers who looked rather down. Shaman's grandfather stood on the pallet truck used to transport the goods, and his gaze swept over the crowd. He coughed very majestically, and then said with a stern expression:

"First of all, thank you for taking the time to listen to me. Everyone already knows the current situation, and frankly speaking, the behavior of the mercenary group can only be described as rough and brutal. I don't know what's going on in the city of a thousand laws, so much so that mercenaries will be sent to block the trade routes. There has never been a similar situation in the past few years, and it is simply inexplicable. ”

Many people voiced their approval, overflowing their dissatisfaction. Shaman's grandfather pressed his hands on a low note, waited until the noise subsided, and continued:

"Anyway, that's the way it is. What we need to do now is to find a way to solve the problem. Infuriatingly, the mercenaries refused to explain why. They accepted the hardship money I sent, but they still refused to let them go. Presumably, everyone is like the Broken Boots Merchant Group, and they carry little food and fuel left. That's why I wanted to squeeze everyone into each tent and try to accommodate as many people as possible. That way, we'll be able to save a lot of money and be able to last a little longer......"

"Yes, I'd love to sleep in a tent with your granddaughter. ”

Someone abruptly interrupted the conversation. He was a large, large man with a shabby, filthy cloak and a bearded face. Shaman's grandfather looked at him and his face sank. He stared at the strong man and said slowly:

"Damon, I know you're a fugitive with your life on your back. But what I want to say is that I've informed my friends in Thousand Laws and asked them to find a way out of trouble. I wish I could have been with you from the well, but ...... Don't look for trouble. Otherwise, my friend wouldn't mind cleaning you up. ”

"Well, Quinn, count you on as ruthless. ”

Damon winced and retreated unwillingly. He stuck out his long, dark red tongue and licked his withered, cracked lips. In every way, Dimon is like a poisonous snake that chooses to devour people.

Afterwards, Quinn gave some words to encourage those present to face the situation positively. He then jumped out of the cart and gathered with the leaders of the other three merchant groups to discuss another negotiation with the Manticore.

Curt stood by and watched as the four leaders of the merchant group walked together towards the mercenary group's camp. Later, the magic in the vicinity suddenly came alive, and it was clear that someone was casting a spell. After a while, the leaders of the merchant group ran back. They all looked very wolfish and were beaten.

Quinn had half of his head cut off with a sharp object, and the other three had more or less bruises on their faces. Sharman exclaimed and greeted Quinn, and more than a dozen bodyguards who followed the merchant group also stood up and pressed their hands on their weapons. Because the Manticore mercenary leader followed closely with his bad face, accompanied by his lieutenant and several guards. The leader of the Manticore-tailed mercenary group is named Hausen, and he is a large man with a rough appearance and a strong body.

"This time it's just a warning, if you dare to play a little trick again, don't blame me for being rude. ”

Hausen threw a pendant and caught it, warning with a gloomy face. This pendant is equipped with a psychic spell that can confuse people who are not strong-willed. Just now, Quinn wanted to try to make a small move, using the function of the pendant to persuade Haosen to let the merchant group pass. But Hausen saw through Quinn's trick and unceremoniously threw a big fight.

"Brutes, you have no humanity at all!"

Sharman held Quinn and scolded angrily. Hausen glanced at Shaman, then walked over menacingly. A young bodyguard yelled and drew his sword to stop Hausen. But after the cold light flashed, blood gushed from the guard's chest. In the midst of Shaman's screams, Hausen put away the scimitar used to kill the guards, and said coldly:

"Kill yourself...... A few of you, drag the ** down, and play whatever you want. ”

"Yes!"

The four guards who came with Hausen immediately rushed towards Shaman, and their eyes were full of bestiality. They knocked out Quinn, who was trying to protect Shaman, and then skilfully began to tear Sharman's clothes.