Take Taobao with you to another world

Thick gray clouds enveloped the entire sky, the air was as cold as a blade, and a thin layer of snow was spread on the stone brick street. Soldiers patrolling near the barracks found four beggars frozen to death on the corner of the street. fall.

The harsh weather has not yet really started, and the training of the Tita Knights is still going on as usual.On the wide training ground, the young knights wore heavy armor, or held long swords in martial arts, or rode against each other with spears with their tips removed. The knights taught and scolded these newcomers loudly. Viscount Lille had long been familiar with the scene. He walked straight past the edge of the training ground with a flame gold knight and a man wrapped in a cloak, and only nodded slightly when the junior knights saluted him.

The cold wind mixed with tiny snow powder blew through the gate of the Knights' garrison layer by layer. Fifty knights in light armor loosely formed a semicircle, and the one who was squeezed into a black ball in the circle was exactly the object of their mission this time. .Almost a month's rest allowed these former Jian slaves to basically recover their physical strength. Although there are always some noble housekeepers or businessmen who rent this kind of cheap labor from the managers, no one will pay them, but neither It puts them in overworked jobs and poor food, which is very grateful to these minorities who have absolutely no idea of ​​the back-alley deal.Only the survivors have been silent and guarded all the time. Among the disorderly hundreds of people, these black-haired heretics have formed a tight group by themselves.

The leader of the team, Weia Lore, was also a flame gold knight. He was the first to see the viscount. After dismounting, he strode over, followed by a silver knight adjutant.

"Deputy Commander Greer, the team has assembled and is ready to go."

The Viscount nodded to him, "Where is the Dragonbone Mercenary Group assembled?"

"They are waiting outside the city."

"Take this man." The Viscount said, the man next to him with only half of his chin exposed under the shadow of the hood took a step forward, "You don't need to know his name, appearance and mission, everything related to him Don't bother, if he disappears anytime, you just treat him as if he never existed."

There was a hint of doubt in Weah's eyes, but he immediately replied: "Yes."

"Don't forget my reminder," said the Viscount, "other than that, it's up to you to play by ear."

"Never bear the name of the crown of thorns!" Weah replied firmly.

The 25-year-old flame gold knight, it seems unsafe to let such an inexperienced young man take charge of this task, but the Viscount thinks that this is enough, the dragon bone mercenary group is the partner of the Tita Knights all the year round, and there is a reserve team outside of Tita In the name, the style has always been prudent, and the chance of mission problems is not high.

The backs of the team have gradually disappeared at the end of Black Avenue, but the Viscount is still leaning against the gate of the station, the snow in the wind has turned into snowflakes, forming thin spots on the shoulders of him and the flame gold knight beside him. After a layer of white, a sound of light footsteps came from behind the Viscount.

"Oh, Deputy Commander Greer, you came so early."

As if the whole person was swallowed by the bear, Yulitan, who showed half of his face in the whole—not a piece—of the white bear’s fur, said insincerely, looking up and down at the two thinly dressed men, he Shaking a bit, "...do you have a fire magic circle on your armor?"

The knights around the viscount glanced back at him. They were wearing the standard equipment of the regiment, and of course they were not enchanted. This kind of weather was nothing to the well-trained flame gold knight, but the attacking method The group leader's enchanting personality and extremely cold physique are quite well-known inside and outside the group.

"Your Excellency Uritan, you see, we are the only ones who come out to meet His Highness, shouldn't we prepare something more?" the middle-aged man beside Uritan asked softly.

"Chief of Quartermaster, except for the Lord Baron who taught the Knights that he couldn't get out, almost all the heads of the sub-groups have come. Isn't this lineup enough?" Yuletan pointed out one by one with his ball-like hands. In the past, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, just report the number to him when the time comes, anyway, that guy can't see it now, so he won't mind..."

"Your Excellency!" the quartermaster interrupted him in panic.

The viscount chuckled, and the other leader of the law, Vicwell, glared at Yuritan, "Leader of the law, don't speak rashly!"

Several sub-heads of the Pioneer Knights looked at Yuritan with disapproval expressions, and Yuritan sighed, "What he said is obviously the truth."

"Your Highness is too lenient to you." The head of the Dragon Knights said in a low voice.

Uritan showed him a bright smile, and the head of the dragoon regiment, who was very upright in appearance and expression, turned his face away—it was basically impossible to find self-knowledge in Uritan.

"Your Highness, there is a reason to dote on him~" Yulitan said in a turbulent tone, and the group leaders near him took a step away, "The funeral of Earl Varnas is very busy. It's great~"

"...Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you want to be the first serving leader of a knight order wanted by the empire?" The leader of the forward knight order squinted.

"Don't worry, no one is peeping around here. After all, it's our territory, and ah," Yulitan folded his hands on his chest, and besides his tone becoming more and more ecstasy, his beautiful face even appeared It turned slightly pink, "Your Highness, he is almost here, and the leader is also with you, it's your Excellency the leader~"

The sound of hooves came from the sound of wind and snow. The Viscount raised his head and looked to the left side of Black Avenue. At the end of the spacious and empty road, a black carriage escorted by a group of 16 white-armored knights was driving towards this place.

The sword-bladed crown logo on the chest of the knight in white armor became clearer, no one spoke, and all soldiers including Yuritan stood up straight.The knights in white armor stopped, and then all turned over and dismounted.A length of colorful skirt was exposed from the edge of the opening car door, a fiery red shawl was wrapped around the slender arms wearing black lace gloves, and then came the long golden hair that was still brilliant under such a bleak sky.The black leather boots rustled on the snow, and the tall woman stepped out of the carriage. She was wearing a costume that should have appeared at the dinner party, but she was not affected by the cold wind and snow at this time, and her demeanor was still elegant. Somewhat inconsistent with her attire, a long sword with a black scabbard inlaid with golden patterns is worn around her waist. Judging from the length and weight of the sword, this is by no means a decorative item.

Looking at the people standing in front of her, the woman whose appearance is more luxurious than her clothes gently opened her lips. Her voice was not perfect, it was slightly low and hoarse, but it had a strange charm, "Long time no see, colleagues .”

Ulitan looked at her with bright eyes, "Long time no see, Your Excellency, Commander~"

The Viscount also smiled, "Captain Solaris, welcome back to the team."

Demonic Blood Madness Solaris Marquis of Auvergne, Headmaster of the Knights of Tita, current owner of the heroic sword "Swallowing Clouds", number one swordsman of the Central Empire, recognized as a man among women by the Knights, a man The role model in the film, the leader of the attacking corporation, Ulitan Languedoc, has been secretly in love (thought) for 12 years.

Nodding to the subordinates in front of him, Marquis Solaris turned his body and extended a hand to someone who was still in the carriage.

A pale hand held hers, and then a young man in a black dress also stepped out of the carriage. He had very neatly trimmed short red hair and a well-shaped face. Although his eyes were covered with white silk, the medicine The smell was also blowing along with the wind, but he didn't hesitate at all when he turned his head to face the crowd.

"Greer, Uritan, Wakewell, Celesta, Melinitz, Mesta, um, and Quartermaster Savonarola, Kelsey is here, right?"

The Viscount put his hands on his chest and bowed his head together with his colleagues, "Yes. It is a great honor for you to be here, Your Highness Lance."

When Prince Lance, the third heir of the Central Empire, arrived at the residence of the Tita Knights, an important meeting in the Sacher tribe was in the middle of it.

Sibier sat in the center of the tent, with improvised stone tables on both sides, with werewolves and humans occupying one side.His injured throat was still burning and sore in the morning, which made his hoarse voice even more difficult to distinguish, but no one needed him to speak. He was sitting in this place only because a middleman who passed the contract was needed for this occasion.

After seeing the completely destroyed altar, especially the blood rock that was shattered into a pile of slag, it is no longer clear what caused the loud noise that still hurts the ears this morning.Ancestor Xiu Moore has already placed himself on the head of the patriarch, and the black-haired Far East magician also showed his strength this morning.

The werewolves have always rejected people with human strength talents, and the caravans that came to Sachel for trading would also wisely leave the accompanying mages elsewhere, but for the only person with human strength talents who has been officially invited for decades The thinking werewolves also had to admit that this white-robed, black-haired young man was completely different.The aftereffects of the explosion made the hands of some werewolves still tremble, but they looked at the Far East magician with unconscious awe.

The matter of covenant was brought up again, except for the elder Naji who habitually expressed a little objection, even the patriarch of Sahir did not object.Then, in order to decide on a more definite contract, Sahel, Elder Sahir and above, the Far Eastern magician and his party all came to Scar's tent.There are more than 30 people standing in the spacious tent and it doesn't look crowded, but it is only four people who are actually deciding the important affairs of the two clans. More precisely, there are actually only two people.

Even if his way of thinking is a bit strange occasionally, Ska is generally a competent patriarch. After he was seated, he began to get straight to the point. The two sides started by revising the blood contract signed between Sachel and the bereaved.After the appearance of Yun Shen, the original contract with obvious vassal nature made by the bereaved family seemed inappropriate. After real discussions, the changes to the terms of the contract were almost subversive.

The scope of the concession is the only condition that has not changed, except that the geographical boundaries are specified in great detail. Sacher's own map is old and ancient. After comparison, Ska agreed to use the new map made by Yunshen. Leave a backup.Yunshen has long been prepared for this condition, and the topic then shifted to the rights and obligations that both parties should have. In this regard, Yunshen has prepared more thoroughly.

With extraordinary patience and rigorous language, Yunshen clarified the relevant terms with Ska one by one.

On the premise that the annual rent in kind and currency delivered to Sacher is increased by five times, as long as Yunshen is still sheltering the survivors, Sacher no longer has the right to interfere in the internal affairs of these immigrants; the immigrants can have A certain degree of self-defense armed forces, and at the same time assume the responsibility of guarding the corresponding border; within the limit of the border demarcated this time, neither Sacher nor the bereaved can send armed forces to the other party without invitation and notification; immigrants have the right to dispose of All natural resources outside the gold, silver, copper and other precious metal mines in the concession; mutually beneficial trade between the two sides; free population movement; agreed time, sending permanent envoys to each other...

As the only person in the Sacher tribe who is proficient in written lingua franca, the pharmacist is the clerical candidate who must do his part. trembling.The handsome young man opposite him with a slumped face did not change his expression from beginning to end, and he did not hesitate to write.

The magician must know what they are discussing now, and the pharmacist himself is very clear, so the question is, does Scar know it?