There were about forty to fifty people in this caravan. They rushed into Jingtie Town in an instant, and the town immediately became lively. The caravan passed through the main road of the town. In front were about ten elite horsemen, and the Knight on the horses were all elegant. The most outstanding one was none other than the man in the lead. He wore a snow-white cloak with a black oily fur collar. Inside the cloak was a scarlet armor that looked like fire. In addition, he had a dark green spear hanging by the side of his horse, which made him look extraordinary.
The horsemen behind him also had their own characteristics.
On the left was a burly man lying on his horse. It was hard to tell if he was awake or asleep. He reeked of alcohol. In such a cold day, he only wore a light black iron armor. His arms were bare, and his skin was dark red. It was hard to tell if it was natural or because of the snow. This man reeked of alcohol and carried a thick battle axe on his back. The axe was black and heavy, and the horse he was riding on was pressed to the ground. The Knight on the right was much thinner. He wore black clothes and armor, and his skin was as white as a woman's. There were three swords and two knives hanging beside his horse. He had a lot of weapons.
Although the horsemen at the back were not as outstanding as the three Knight in front, their auras were heavy, their eyes sharp, and their bodies valiant.
Behind these ten or so Knight were a few carriages. The three carriages in front were carrying goods. The goods were tightly wrapped in tarpaulins, and it was hard to see what was inside. The two carriages at the back were also wrapped in tarpaulins, but it could be seen that they were cages. From time to time, the low roars of wild beasts could be heard from the cages. Only God knew what kind of fierce beasts were inside. One of the cages was constantly emitting frost, and the cage and the carriage were covered in a layer of frost. It was hard to tell what was inside.
Next were a few carriages carrying people. The carriages were loaded with some outdoor equipment, and they were no different from other caravans.
This caravan arrived at the Purple Mulberry Hotel in town.
A clever boy squatted in front of the hotel's lobby. He was bored to death and looked at the snow-covered main road with a bitter face. Suddenly seeing such a caravan coming towards his hotel, he was overjoyed. This person was used to seeing all kinds of caravans. He saw that this caravan was mostly made up of warriors, especially the three horsemen at the front. They were not ordinary warriors, and were mostly experts. Seeing that the goods they were escorting weren't many and that there were only a few cages, he had already made up his mind. Based on his experience, this kind of caravan was either a slave-catching team or a beast hunting team.
However, there were only forty to fifty people in the team, so it was more likely to be the latter. After hearing the roars of the beasts in the cages, the young man knew that he had guessed correctly, and his face was filled with pride. At this moment, the caravan stopped. The leading Knight dismounted from his horse. The young man hurriedly trotted over and led the horse to him. The Knight was very satisfied with the young man's cleverness. He casually threw him a gold coin and said, "We are the Frozen Moon Mercenary Group. I am the leader, Fares. As you can see, we need to rest here for a day. Please give us some rooms. "
"That's simple. Please come with me," the young man immediately said.
He gestured towards the lobby, and someone naturally came out to lead the caravan to the goods yard behind the hotel. "Wait a moment," Fares said, then walked to the side of the black-clothed Knight and said, "Reggie, arrange for some people to keep an eye on our goods." He patted the drunkard's head again and said, "Lick, how long are you going to sleep? Get out of here."
The drunkard named Lick raised his head and asked, half asleep, "Where's the wine?"
"You'll die of alcohol sooner or later." Fares scolded angrily. He pulled out the spear on his horse and followed the young man of the hotel into the lobby to check in.
The black-clothed Knight, Reggie, took off his swords, three swords on his back, and two sabers on both sides of his waist. Then, he ordered two Knight and most of the warriors to follow the hotel's people to pull the goods to the rear of the warehouse. The last few carriages carrying people also came down one after another. Compared to the Knight and warriors of the caravan, these people who came down from the carriages were much weaker. All of them were wearing fur coats, and they wished they could put a blanket on their bodies. There were only a few people who smelled of money, but they were a group of serious merchants. These merchants naturally gathered together after getting off their horses, chatting and laughing, but they couldn't talk about their business. Even the jokes were related to the interesting things in the business world.
As they passed by a carriage, the coachman jumped down and knocked a tall and thin middle-aged man to the ground. The middle-aged merchant fell to the snow with an "ouch", and the snow covered his fur coat. The man immediately cursed, "You lowly fellow, are you blind? I bought this fur coat from the capital. Can you afford to pay for it if it gets dirty? "
As he cursed, his eyes darkened. The unusually tall coachman said fiercely, "Who are you scolding? Believe it or not, I'll twist off your head and drink it! "
The merchants were stunned by the coachman's arrogance. At this moment, the door of the carriage was pushed open, and a petite young woman jumped out of the carriage and helped a man wrapped in a dark red robe get down. The man got out of the carriage and glanced at his coachman indifferently. "Will you die if you don't say a few words? What did I teach you? If you knock someone down, you have to help them up. "
The coachman scratched his head and reluctantly pulled the middle-aged merchant up like he was carrying a chick. The man came back to his senses and was about to curse. Unexpectedly, the man in red glanced at him. The man's eyes weren't sharp, but they made the man's body go cold. Then he heard him say, "Of course, if the other party continues to pester you, it won't be too late for you to twist off his head and drink it."
Then, with the petite woman holding his arm, the man and woman slowly walked toward the entrance of the hotel. The coachman made a nasty face at the merchants, then jumped into the carriage and drove it to the goods yard. After they left, the air seemed to flow again. Although there were many people around the middle-aged merchant, no one dared to speak up for him. Now that the man had left, they all began to talk about the injustice. But the middle-aged merchant didn't say a word, only shaking his head with a bitter smile.
Fares had just finished checking in and was walking out of the lobby when he saw this scene. The man and woman came face to face. The woman held the man's arm like a little bird, but there was no ambiguous atmosphere between a man and a woman. The woman kept her head down, as if she was afraid of the man beside her. On the other hand, the man in red nodded to Fares and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Captain Fares."
Fares handed him a key. "It's my duty, Mr. Ed. You're tired from the journey. Do you want to rest early? "
"It's still early. I want to have a seat at the bar." The man named Ed pointed to the bar next to the lobby of the hotel.
Fares nodded, and the two of them brushed past each other. The red-clothed man, Ed, his female companion, and the coachman met their caravan in the Land of Darkness. After hearing that the caravan was heading to Iron Spear Ridge, Ed, who claimed to be a merchant, requested to join them and pay the Frozen Moon Mercenary Group a considerable fee. Fares saw that there were only three of them, and that Ed's appearance was cold and his actions and tone had the faint dignity of a superior. He didn't look like a scout from a bandit group who had planted a spy in the caravan, so he agreed.
Although there were occasional conflicts with other merchants along the way, they were all minor matters. And it was strange that the merchants' mouths were quite venomous, but they didn't even dare to fart against this man. Sometimes, they only scolded him behind his back.
Since they didn't cause trouble for him, Fares didn't have to care too much about the merchants' faces. Besides, Ed had given him a lot of commission. But Fares suspected that he really needed a guard. At the very least, he knew that the coachman and the seemingly weak woman beside Ed weren't ordinary people. The aura on their bodies made even Fares feel threatened. Even Ed himself felt a faint sense of oppression. He was probably an expert who had hidden his strength.
As long as the three of them didn't go into the notoriously vicious valleys, the bandits on the trade routes were really no match for them. Fares was very puzzled about this, but since they had paid enough commission, he didn't care about it and was happy to give them a small fortune that had fallen from the sky.
"Captain!"
At the entrance of the bar, Drunk Henrik waved his hand. "Have a drink? I've found a good place! "
The Knight in Black, Reggie, had also returned from the freight yard and nodded to Fares, indicating that everything was done. Fares looked at the increasingly gloomy sky and simply called Reggie into the warm bar. In this bar that was also operated by the hotel, the merchants who had gotten out of the carriages were already drinking around two tables, and from time to time, there was a few chuckles. Ed and his female companion occupied a table in the corner, clearly distancing themselves from the others.
Fares walked around the merchants, drank a few glasses of wine, and distributed the keys to their rooms before walking back. Lick had already called for a table of wine and dishes. Fares sat down, and the burly man hurriedly poured a glass for Fares and Reggie. He didn't stand on ceremony and directly poured the rest into his mouth. Fares and Reggie looked at each other and smiled, speechless at Lick's drunkenness.
"Drink less. I'm afraid there won't be anything for you to drink when we get to Iron Spear Ridge." Reggie kicked the burly man under the table.
Only then did Lick say embarrassedly, "We haven't arrived at Iron Spear Ridge yet, have we?" He looked at Fares and said, "Captain, can we sell that Ice Fang for a good price when we go to Iron Spear Ridge this time? But I say, although Ice Fang is rare, we don't have to ship it all the way to Iron Spear Ridge to sell it, do we? "
Reggie rolled his eyes and cursed, "Idiot."
Lick slapped the table and said, "Who are you talking about!"
Fares frowned and patted the table, "Shut up, Lick. Change your bad temper. In our line of work, the most important thing is to keep a high profile. That's why I didn't let you drink, but you still can't change it after so many years. "
Lick rubbed his head and smacked his lips, "I know, but Reggie's mouth is too poisonous."
Rui Jie sneered, "It's better than you being stabbed. Why don't you think about it? Our Frozen Moon is doing well in Satin City. Why did Fares bother to move our mercenary group to Iron Spear Ridge this time? "
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