If it was just to escort Margaret to Fox City in that province, it wouldn't be too difficult, thinking of this, Wednesday suddenly asked, "What about the cavalry captain? Did you kill him?"

Margaret's grandfather shook his head lightly and sighed, "No, he ran away." ”

Although Wednesday had already guessed such a result, he couldn't help but be a little unwilling. The cavalry captain made a deep impression on him, especially with his earth-shattering spear, which almost made Wednesday lose the idea of resisting completely. At this time, hearing that he had fled, Wednesday was naturally very uncomfortable, and he always felt that something was in his heart.

Shaking his head, Wednesday muttered, "How can you guarantee that he has not sent troops to surround the city's critical roads at this time, waiting for us to throw themselves into the net?"

"Hahaha, don't worry," the old man laughed, "They are not from the Sean Kingdom, so naturally it is impossible to lead a large group of soldiers and horses in, especially the elite people and horses are at most dozens of horses, and hundreds of horses are considered a lot." ”

The Sean Kingdom was the country where Wednesday was at this time, and he thought that those black-armored cavalry were sent by the Sean Kingdom, but he didn't expect it to be not. So, Margaret and her grandfather weren't from Sean's kingdom either, so they must have fled here from other countries, ready to live incognito for the rest of their lives, but they were still discovered.

Thinking of this, Wednesday leaned on a big tree and looked at the grandfather and grandson on the other side of the bonfire and said, "So, can you tell me your story? I need to know where the possible enemies come from, what identity is detailed, how strong is it, and so on." ”

Margaret's grandfather laughed, "Do you really want to hear it? That's a long story, and there are some things that you can't get away with once you know them, because some people don't want other people to know about them." ”

Hearing this, Wednesday suddenly felt a little bad, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Forget it, I still don't listen to those insiders, you can tell me what things I need to pay attention to on this mission." ”

"Hey, come here, young man," the old man let go of his granddaughter's hand and hooked his finger towards Wednesday, "I have something to tell you." ”

Wednesday looked at Margaret, then at the smiling old man, stomped his foot hard, and then followed the old man deeper into the woods for a while, until he made sure that Margaret could not hear their conversation.

The old man stood and looked Wednesday up and down, and then said seriously: "My name is Buffon Granger," seeing that Wednesday did not react, and then continued: "I used to be the captain of the Royal Guards of Robert Special Administration. ”

Wednesday nodded, "And then?" He didn't really know where the so-called Robert Special Administrative State was, what kind of country it was. On the contrary, the title of captain of the Royal Knights sounded formidable, but so what? For Wednesday, he was more concerned about one thing, and that was the strength of the former captain of the Royal Knights.

Judging from the combat effectiveness shown by the old man today, he is definitely a master, but how high is it?

Seeing Wednesday's calm and unresponsive face, the elder Buffon couldn't bear it a little, "Aren't you surprised?"

Wednesday spread his hands and made a confused expression, "What are you surprised? I have only been out of the mountain for less than ten days, and I only know that the land under my feet belongs to the Sean Kingdom, as for what you said Robert Special Administrative State is and how big it is, I have no impression at all, is that country very big?"

Buffon Sr. looked at Wednesday and shook his head, "Forget it, don't talk about this, I'll tell you the key points directly, I'm the former captain of the Royal Knights of Robert Special Administration, and Margaret is the princess of Robert Special Administration and the first in line to the throne, but was murdered by her uncle, her father's younger brother, and usurped the throne." ”

Royal princess? Margaret's identity, Wednesday guessed a lot, and really didn't guess in this regard. But this plot is really bloody, it seems that no matter where you are on the earth or where, there will be no shortage of things to fight for power and profit.

Thinking of this, Wednesday made a helpless look, "You don't want me to help your princess return to the country." ”

"No, no, no," heard Wednesday's words, old Buffon quickly waved his hand, "how is it possible? I only hope that Margaret can live this life in peace, that's all, that's why I want to entrust you to send Margaret to the small town on the edge of the Dudley United Principality." ”

Wednesday nodded noncommittally, "You trust me so much, aren't you afraid that I'll send Margaret to Robert Special Administration?" I'm sure her uncle won't treat me badly." ”

"Hahaha, young man, I can't mistake you, you definitely won't do that, and besides, I'll follow you in the shadows," said old Buffon, who laughed pretending to be amused when he heard this.

Wednesday pursed the corners of his lips disdainfully, "Forget it, it's useless to scare me, others don't know but I know very well that you won't be able to support it for long at all, you have reached the point where the oil is dry and the lamp is out." This is true, in front of Margaret Wednesday was still afraid of her feelings and did not want to say it directly, but in front of this old man, there were not so many scruples.

"You," old Buffon choked on Wednesday, and raised his hand angrily to hit Wednesday twice, but after raising his palm, he put it down and sighed: "You're right, I really can't support it for long, so I entrusted you to run this trip and send her to Fox." Wednesday suddenly changed his words and said, "You followed us all the time when she went into the mountains to help you collect ginseng, right?" ”

Old Buffon smiled slightly: "Yes, I didn't expect you to figure it out so quickly." ”

"Don't think of others as too stupid, that will only make you look more stupid," Wednesday said nonchalantly: "Since you have been observing me for so many days, it is not surprising that you know that I like to take commissions from others, but you have to understand that you are taking risks, and you should know very well that my strength is at the level of an intermediate swordsman." ”

Old Buffon looked up at the dark night sky and nodded, "Of course I know, but young man, you have to understand that whether a person can survive does not necessarily require the strongest force, there are other ways, and what I value to you is your flexible and witty emergency measures and eclectic attitude." ”

Wednesday secretly wondered, he was really as good as the old Buffon said, but I think there should be a little bit, after all, it is a crossing crowd, and the way of thinking is indeed a little different from that of people in this world.

Wednesday swallowed a mouthful of saliva, rubbed his temples, and asked seriously, "What kind of pay are you going to pay me?" You know that I like to take on assignments, so you should know that assignments are paid. ”

"Of course," Buffon Sr. seemed to be prepared, and quietly took out a metal sign from his bosom and shook it in front of Wednesday, "Na, this is a treasure map that I brought out of the palace when I escaped from the palace with Marguerite, but I have not been able to crack it." ”

Wednesday's eyes lit up. The treasure plot in people's hearts seems to be passed down from the genes of their ancestors, and they are more or less interested in these mysterious things, and some people even prefer the process of finding the treasure and the happiness of finding it in the future, but they don't pay so much attention to the treasure itself.

Wednesday didn't know what he was thinking, but when he heard the three words of the treasure map, he couldn't hold it anymore, and asked eagerly, "But, how do I know if you're fooling me?"

Buffon Sr. smiled slightly, "See for yourself," said as he tossed the metal sign to Wednesday.

The brand is only the size of a palm, it is rectangular, and the edges are carved with some tough flower and grass ornaments, which looks very simple and atmospheric, and on the front of the metal brand is carved a pattern similar to a landscape painting, but the sense of line is more obvious, as if to guide something. On the back is carved a throne, a crown, and a scepter, among other things.

Seeing this, Wednesday sneered: "This can also be considered a treasure map, there are no clues such as the location and route opening method, so that the ghost can find the so-called treasure," he said, throwing the metal sign to Buffon Sr.

"If it's really so easy for people to find, do you think it can fall into my hands?" Old Buffon was not angry, and stroked the brand with a look of remembrance: "In fact, this brand is not only this one, there is also one in the hands of others, only when these two brands are gathered together, can the treasure be found." ”

Wednesday stared at Buffon Sr. in disbelief, "Really? How can I believe you're not fooling me?"

Old Buffon smiled slightly when he heard this, then threw the metal card into the air, then held the broadsword and shouted suddenly, slashing towards the metal brand like a mountain, and when there was a loud sound, the broadsword that flashed with fighting spirit suddenly split the metal card to the ground. Buffon Sr. picked up the sign and wiped the soil on it, and said to Wednesday: "Look at it." ”

There was not a single scar on the metal brand, not even the slightest damage to the tiny edges. Seeing this, Wednesday was really a little shocked, what kind of material is this brand? It is so hard? The sharpness of the broadsword with the fighting spirit is not a joke, and the delicate armor of those black-armored knights is as fragile as a piece of paper.

Thinking of this, Wednesday only somewhat believed what Buffon Sr. said, especially when it came to Margaret's safety, Buffon Sr. should not have the courage to fool Wednesday, because all he can rely on now is Wednesday. If Wednesday finds out that she has been deceived, won't that put Margaret in danger?

After thinking about it secretly for a while, Wednesday frowned and asked, "Whose hand is the other brand?"