Nightmare Card House

Fang Tian did not let Hobson wait for too long. Soon, Hobson saw Butler Colin running back with a group of people from the trading company, almost rolling and crawling, looking extremely embarrassed.

Paying attention to Hobson and others who were still on the trail, Colin felt like he had seen his last hope.

"Sir! Hurry! There are undead behind! Undead! We were attacked by the undead..."

"Let me go!" Hobson felt relieved when he saw the panicked caravan group. He waved away Colin's hand with an unusually cold expression, "Undead? So what? Didn't I tell you earlier? Is there any evil force there? Your Highness Bray has warned you in advance. If you don't listen to the warning, what's the use of coming to me now?"

After hearing what Hobson said, Colin was sweating. He didn't bother to wipe the sweat. He just knelt down and begged for mercy. "Sir, my mercenary group is still behind. Please go and support me." Save their lives."

"Support? Go fight those undead creatures? Are you kidding me?" Hobson glanced at Colin and shouted: "The lives of the people in your mercenary group are important, but the lives of my guards are not. Dead!"

Colin was speechless for a moment.

Hobson snorted heavily and pointed to the box over there, with a threatening tone in his voice, "Did you see that there is a special amulet provided by His Highness in the box? If you wear the amulet, you will not be affected by the undead. Do you understand?"

Colin was stunned. He encountered danger in the dense forest before and the situation was urgent. He didn't have much time to think about it. Now that he thinks about it and thinks about what happened just now, many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

No way? Could these undead creatures be caused by His Highness Bray?

Otherwise, what a coincidence...

"Without taxes! There is no amulet! Without the protection of His Highness Bray! Don't stay here and embarrass yourself! Get out!"

One of the guards looked unhappy at Colin and stepped forward to kick Colin in the back.

Colin gritted his teeth and got up.

Regardless of whether this was the fault of His Highness Bray, if you want to save the lives of those mercenaries now, you can only rely on these personal guards.

"Taxes! We pay! We pay!"

Colin hurriedly took out the bag containing gold coins from the belt around his waist.

After all, in this continent, compared to taxes, the compensation after the death of those mercenaries is even more terrifying.

They were all businessmen, and Colin could immediately tell which one was the best solution just by thinking about it in his mind.

Colin took out the bag, and just as he was about to open it, Arlo snatched it away quickly and threw it to Hobson.

"I'll keep it first. If there's more, I'll return it later. Don't worry, His Majesty Bray won't charge you such a small amount of money." Hobson opened the bag and looked at it, weighed it in his hand, and then nodded with satisfaction. He put the bag away and tied it around his waist, waved to the team behind him and said, "Let's go! Go rescue people!"

…

"Have you heard? Undead creatures appear near the business road outside the city."

"No, these undead people don't know where they came from. Several chambers of commerce have encountered them. I heard that the undead people there are very scary and many mercenaries have died. In short, the leader of your mercenary group should also be careful during this period. So, don’t go pick up those escort commissions from small chambers of commerce.” At the mercenary commission point in Notting City, Arlo put on his hat and looked around carefully, then said in a low voice to a mercenary. But listen, it seems that His Highness Bray is responsible for this, and he has a necromancer under his command!"

"Really? Is His Highness Bray really that powerful?"

"No, it is said that it seems to be caused by the tax issue. They are still selling some amulets. Also, do you know what happened at the city gate yesterday..."

The news spread extremely fast in the city. Within a day, similar rumors spread wildly in the city, and almost everyone knew about it.

There were traces of the undead on the roads outside the city.

Adila Chamber of Commerce, Chamber of Commerce Director Artoli frowned.

In silence, Colin, who was sitting below, couldn't help it. As the direct victim of this incident, the caravan was attacked this time, and they suffered extremely heavy losses, not to mention the extra tax paid. There is also the matter of the goods becoming yellow this time. The compensation for the casualties of the mercenary group alone wiped out the profits of their entire chamber of commerce for several months.

"Mr. Artoli, you promised us before that nothing would happen, but now this problem has arisen..." Colin clenched his fists and stood up to fight for his own interests, "How do you plan to deal with this matter? "

Artoli was thinking about something. He raised his head and looked at Colin, "Mr. Colin, please be patient. I heard that Fang Tian does have a necromancer under his command, but he is really capable of killing him." Two mercenary groups?"

"Mr. Artoli, what do you mean by this? Do you want to say that this incident has nothing to do with Bray? What are the rumors outside!"

Artoli shook his head and remained silent.

A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears said gloomily: "It's useless to guess this and that here. If you do it many times, it will be clear if you ask."

"Who are you going to ask? The two guards we bribed earlier were already hung at the city gate this morning." The director of another chamber of commerce yawned, waved his hand, and said lazily, "No need to ask, this matter has nothing to do with it. Bray can’t be blamed. It seems that your chamber of commerce’s intelligence work is very poor, and they say that Bray is just a soft-footed shrimp, but he is obviously being played by others. "

The more Artoli thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Judging from the intelligence collected from all aspects, Bray was a fool and a fool, but what happened yesterday was beyond their expectations.

Do Bray's men really have such powerful necromancers? Powerful enough to easily take down a mercenary team?

To put it bluntly, even if the necromancer could really do it, why would he succumb to Bray's subordinates and obey that idiot's orders?

Artoli couldn't figure this out. He had to put aside his doubts temporarily and raised his head and asked, "Is there no news from Lord Versailles yet?"

"No, that guy is a thousand-year-old tortoise. He can still endure the death of his men. It's really admirable. I guess he wants us to take action first and try his hand at laying a mine."

"That despicable guy, if he can bear it, what will happen to the goods of our Chamber of Commerce? If the goods purchased from the adventurers cannot be shipped out, we will have no profit. Without profit, what will we eat?"

"Mr. Artoli, it was you who said that His Highness Bray did not dare to take any action before we agreed to pay you the business tax. Now you cannot protect us..."

For a moment, the entire hall became noisy.

"What? You want to rebel?" Artoli raised his voice and scanned all the merchants with his sharp eyes. "After receiving your money, I will naturally help you with things. The goods will be stopped for two days. Within days, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer.”

In any case, in the face of the pressure from everyone, Artoli's promise finally made the managers of the small chambers of commerce breathe a sigh of relief.