A series of gunshots rang out in the bar. The dense, torrential gunshots caused the people who were in high spirits to suffocate.
They had never heard such gunshots before. Berserk, blazing.
With Matto's nod, a Blazing Battle Soldier swept across the ground with a gun and retreated. A gap was torn in the floor of Old Roark's bar. Looking at the uneven edges, many people felt cold behind their backs and took a few more glances at the Flame Fighting Rifle in the Battle Soldier's hand. Then, he swept his gaze across the dozen or so soldiers holding the same rifles. Everyone had bitter expressions on their faces.
The power displayed by the Flame Fighting Rifle just now clearly told these adventurers that if those powerful bullets were to hit them, it would be enough to bury most of the adventurers here, who were only at Level 7 or 8 on average, in this border city.
"You've wasted too much time." A rough voice rang out.
Only then did people notice that the tower-like man with a warhammer in his hand walked out of the crowd. The warhammer gently landed on the floor of the bar, but everyone felt as if the earth was moving and the mountains were far away. It wasn't the ground that shook, but their senses. That man continuously released his terrifying killing intent. That kind of aura, only someone who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood would be able to condense such a solid killing intent.
His gaze swept across the entire arena and the burly man said in a deep voice, "Follow me."
Looking at Kira and the others, he narrowed his eyes and said, "And you, Belmord. You caught that guy, didn't you? "
Belmord said unhappily, "Can't you see I'm picking up girls?"
"Tell Edward that."
"Damn it!" Belmord scratched his head.
Kira looked at him in surprise. "Do you know that person?"
"What?"
"He's very strong. He's at least Level 14 or 15, right?" Kira said.
Belmord stood up and said, "That guy's name is Broy. He's my boss's original team. He's indeed very powerful, but he's not the strongest one. "
"Your boss" Kira smiled bitterly, "So you have such a powerful companion. No wonder you haven't agreed to my invitation."
"I agreed to another important invitation of yours." Belmord blinked.
Kira's breathing was a little hurried. "Perhaps I can invite you again tonight."
"Gladly." Belmord pressed his hand on his left chest and bowed.
The adventurers left the bar one after another. After they left, Old Roark heaved a sigh of relief. He sat down and found that his feet were so weak that he could not stand up of them.
Of Storm City, when Mo De had just finished a set of fencing exercises, Joey hurriedly knocked the door and entered. Mord frowned and said of the door, "Joey, when are you going to of course?"
"Now is not the time for such things, father. There's an emergency. "
"No, father. "Ao of of of of. of. Of, of of of of, and. of. of,. of. of,. of.. of, "of of. of of of of.. Now, in Sur City, the adventurers were all gathered, and the new City Lord, Edward, announced to them that all of this was your plot. Damn it, Ollie has some items on him. They do have the symbol of our Storm City. Now even the old men of the Adventurer's Association in the city are asking us for an explanation. "
Mo De shook his head and said, "Trash, Joey, remember, it's better to raise less trash like this in the future."
"I know, father. Then what should we do now? Do we need to show a statement? "
"Statement?" Mo De chuckled. He put the fencing sword on the weapon rack by the wall and shook his head. "Looks like I underestimated Sur City. What's the name of the new City Lord?"
"Edward."
"Edward, yes. I didn't expect him to deal with it in such a high-profile manner. If we show our statement now, it will only make people feel that we are in the wrong. " Mo De's smile gradually turned cold. "Since Sur City is so ignorant, then we might as well start a war. Originally, it would have been fine if your subordinate stole it, but Edward shouldn't have pointed the spear at me. If we don't respond, what will others think of us? "
"We can't declare war just because of this …" Joey said.
"That's right. Even if we start a war, we have to find a reason. Then, I'll give Ollie the title of Knight now. " Mo De sneered, "If I don't have a suitable compensation for killing my Storm City's Knight, I'll use my army to flatten the walls of Sur City. What can others say?"
Ollie was just a subordinate of Joey. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to be conferred the title of Knight. But now, Mo De had directly given him the title. Of course, there was no need to explain this detail to outsiders. This way, Mo De would be able to pursue this matter with Sur City by executing Storm City's Knight without permission. Wars between nobles had become the norm, but wars would more or less find some shameful cloth to prevent themselves from falling into a moral disadvantage.
Mo De's method was an extremely common method.
Very quickly, Storm City issued a statement. The statement severely condemned Sur City for lynching and executing Ollie Knight. In Mo De's own name, he demanded that Sur City pay a large sum of compensation for this, as well as that City Lord Edward apologize in public for this matter. The harsh words used in this statement and the harsh compensation demanded did not put Edward, who was also a Sir, in his eyes at all.
More importantly, the statement did not mention why Storm City's Knight would appear in Sur City's City Lord's Mansion. Mo De avoided the important and laid the groundwork for sending troops to crusade against Sur City.
Sur City quickly responded and naturally rejected Storm City's harsh demands. As a result, a storm called war began to brew between the two cities.
After a heavy rain, the air was exceptionally fresh. Rainwater desperately drilled into the ground. It would be stored, and after natural filtration, it would merge with the underground river, providing drinkable clean water for Purple Roland Harbor.
At noon that day, after the rain and a rainbow crossed the sky, Purple Roland Harbor welcomed a group of travel-worn caravans. The city guards didn't seem to mind. There were always one or two caravans like this every day. However, the caravan came from the direction of the Bloodstone Wasteland, which was quite surprising. Especially since this caravan was obviously not from Storm City, it was even more concerning.
The guards didn't care about this. They only cared about whether the caravan had paid enough tariffs.
Purple Roland Harbor was built on the edge of the Silver Gull Strait and was a typical seaside city. After passing through the entrance to the Bloodstone Wasteland and passing through an arched city gate, a winding ramp appeared in front of the caravan. On the left side of the ramp was a mountain wall, and on the right was a cliff. One could see a golden beach extending forward, gradually disappearing into the sapphire-like surface of the sea.
The caravan gradually drove down the ramp, and Allen, who was on horseback, saw the city built along the strait. Due to the strong sea breeze, the buildings in the city were mainly bungalows. From afar, the houses of civil and wood structures looked like square chess pieces landing on the base of the city. The city, which was dominated by earthen yellow, was interspersed with a lot of dense greenery.
There were many markets and three docks here. Every day, hundreds of sailboats would continuously deliver specialties or goods from several nearby cities to the inner 6. As for the merchants of the inner 6, they would also transport some special goods to Purple Roland Harbor and then send them to other cities through local merchants, thus forming a prosperous business chain.
"The barbecue here is superb. Have a glass of cold beer. That taste is truly unforgettable." Sean was also riding a warhorse. Although the warhorse he had taken from Dick's father's bandits was strong, it was still a little strenuous for the warhorse to carry a fatty like Sean.
Allen walked side by side with Fatty and smiled, "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Sean to arrange it tonight."
"Young Master Allen is too polite. Let's go to the Oasis Hotel first. Then we'll sell these treasures first, and I'll arrange for everyone to have a good meal in the evening. " Sean patted his chest like a host and said, but in fact, he only came to Purple Roland Harbor a few times.
Allen nodded in agreement and said, "Then, should we sell the goods in our hands at the market or find a larger Chamber of Commerce to eat them?"
"I've already made up my mind on this point. After selling those warhorses, I'll go see someone. His name is Roger, the chairman of one of the Chamber of Commerce here and one of the members of the Purple Roland Harbor. I've worked with him a few times before, and I believe he can give us a good price. "
"That's good."
The Oasis Hotel was one of the few large hotels in Purple Roland Harbor. Two tall coconut trees were planted in front of the hotel. Behind it was a small man-made lake and a patch of green. This was usually a place for parties, but it also had a bit of an oasis flavor. After Sean led the caravan to register in the hotel, he pulled Allen to find a few horse dealers.
Horses were easy to sell, especially warhorses. Given that there was no such vehicle as a car in this world, the mobile troops used by the nobles were almost all warhorses. Even in several cities in the empire, some families made a living by raising horses for generations. Therefore, it was not difficult for Allen to sell the ten warhorses in his hands. The only difference was the price.
Finally, the two of them negotiated a price with one of the horse dealers and brought him back to the hotel to pick up the horses. However, when they saw a group of people surrounding something in the stable, a person suddenly pounced out and fell to the ground. The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. With a fierce expression, he stood up again and was about to drill into the crowd. When Allen saw him, he stopped him and asked, "What's going on?"
It turned out that this person was a member of the King Of Mountains Army. He should have been assigned to guard the horses, but he had a conflict with someone. Seeing Allen, the soldier snorted and said, "Sir, someone wants to steal our warhorses!"
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