The dazzling sunlight casts mottled shadows on the ground through the swirling clouds.

Although it is already the season of spring, the climate in the north still exudes a slight chill.

It's been more than half a month since the last incident, and it seems that everything has calmed down as a matter of course.

A two-headed giant wrestler pulled a van on the potholed ground leisurely, as the distance continued, the loess accumulation ground began to gradually flatten, and scattered traces of masonry appeared.

Until the sun climbed to the middle, the ground had completely turned into neat cyan bricks, like a jade belt leading to the boundless distance.

Gonzalez, the capital of the mercenary empire, is already in sight.

"My lord, our destination is almost here!"

A white head sticks out of the middle of the somewhat whitish leather curtain on the edge, and he puts his hand on the pergola and looks at it from a distance for a while, then turns back and says inside.

"Well, call me when you get there."

There was a vague dream in the dense pile of furs, and Rayvet rolled over and fell asleep again.

Don Quixote sighed, for this lord had been sleeping for most of the month, and had no intention of planning for the future. He has already regretted it a little, is his life decision too Meng Lang.

"My lord, why did you come to the Mercenary Empire?"

After a moment's hesitation, he approached the fur pile and spoke softly.

There was no superfluous movement in the complicated fur, and it seemed that his question was not conveyed to the person concerned.

Sighing softly again, Don Quixote unconsciously tightened the package around him and looked out the window behind him.

"I told you I was a fugitive. What is most needed now is a sufficiently weighty person to get rid of the past, at least so that those so-called high-ranking people can ignore my small past identity, and the Mercenary Empire, a mixed martial arts country composed of different races, can obtain this identity in the fastest way. ”

Don Quixote suddenly answered clearly from behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that Revent had already gotten up from the pile, and seemed to scratch at his grassy hair with some chagrin.

But the half-hundredth man on the other side showed a relieved smile, he lowered his head and thought about it for a long time, and continued to ask.

"But why did you choose the Mercenary Empire? It is only counted as a third-rate country on the mainland, and it seems that Sparta, the bitter cold land further north, can better carry out its martial arts. ”

Revent rolled her eyelids, letting them out the sunlight that was shining through.

"Are you testing me, old thing! Everywhere, bloodline is an obnoxious and trite notion, and I don't have the energy to spend more time making the paranoid forget their Kirea blood. In contrast, the Mercenary Empire, a mixed country that relies on mercenary groups to control power, would be a better choice to climb to the top of the Mercenary Society. ”

Thunder waved his hand impatiently.

"As for the third-rate countries you mentioned, that's just a boring person's comment. Erected in the central region bordering the three major countries, the Mercenary Empire can now maintain territorial sovereignty speaks for itself. Although those mercenaries usually fight to the death, if you really provoke them, everyone here can become a soldier who has been trained for life and death for a long time. It's more than enough for me to get out of my status as a fugitive, and I need to start building my own power, whether it's revenge or something else. ”

Without waiting for Don Quixote to speak, he buried his head again in the messy pile of fur, and his ignorant voice came out of it.

"Don't disturb my sleep, there is time to chirp with me, you should think about how to arrange the itinerary for a while."

The old man who got on the Thunder Pattern thief ship turned a little blue, as if the master who had made himself serve had thrown everything to himself, and said that what he needed was important mental work.

Touching the crystal in his arms, Don Quixote began to consider whether it would be better to change his allegiance.

"My lord, where are we going when we enter the city?"

Putting on the greasy pair of glasses again, he continued to ask seemingly unconsciously.

There was a bang, and Rayvet jumped up from his fur.

"Whoever speaks again is an animal!"

“。。。。”

Don Quixote's face was flushed, and the shamelessness of this master seemed to have gradually made him understand, but if he knew that this was the result of Rayveon's recent retreat, what would he think.

Maybe living a stable life is the best choice.

The fur pile was full of whining.

This damn old man, he knew enough at first, and he acted like an old fox. I kindly pulled him over as a starter, who knew that this old thing was chirping crookedly all day long, as if he was afraid that the master would sell him.

Annoying! Forget if he died in an accident.

Revente secretly made up his own little idea, and Don Quixote on the side shivered for no reason, shrunk back, and gave up the idea of continuing to speak.

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The scorsiest midday sun had passed, and the weather had brought some biting cold winds, which were gradually getting colder.

All the vendors closed their business early and went home to bake a warm stove, which is a normal routine in northern cities.

Houses that have shed large patches of wall paint reveal the colors of the past, and Gonzalez's architecture adheres to the northern Gero style. It seems that several straight walls are combined, without any superfluous decoration, and when it lacks the softness of the south, it reveals a different kind of toughness.

In this icy region, it is clear that the general public is more interested in practicality than spectacle. They are also often referred to by the Kirea people of the south as artless turtles, but most of the southern fringe cities have been reduced to pieces of ruins under their iron hooves.

It wasn't until the real rise of the Wizard Empire that all that changed, and North and South began to be in a delicate balance.

"Damn old thing, are you dumb. Now where are we going, the streets and alleys here are like a huge labyrinth, I'm lost! ”

Revent waved his hands angrily, glaring viciously at his silent subordinates and roaring loudly.

Don Quixote helped his almost opaque lenses, as if accustomed to Revent's bluff, and it was only after a while that the old god spoke.

"Didn't the adults say that whoever speaks again is an animal?"

“。。。。”

Revent's face directly swelled into the color of pig liver, and he couldn't speak with his mouth wide open. Don Quixote triumphantly continued to sort out his eyes, and there was a look of excitement behind the lenses, which was such a pleasant thing to make this shameless master deflated.

However, he soon knew that he had completely underestimated this person who had never known what a face was, or that he was still too tender, even if he was barely old enough to be the other party's grandfather.

Thunder jumped up like a cat, and pulled Don Quixote's old and weak body over at once, and his eyes were staring and saliva sprayed all over his face.

"You're the animal! Your whole family is livestock! ”

“。。。。”

It was from then on that the old man, who had been lamenting the wrong master, never had the idea of quarreling with Thunder Ter.

"Let's go to the hotel first, I just have something to ask you, and I want to talk to you about my plan, it needs your help."

So a fat man, with his head held high like a victorious rooster, commanded.