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Ibrahimovic looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly, the impatience in his eyes was clear.

"No, we have no such obligation."

"Just ask for your help, we will end soon." The man with a scar running from the corner of his brow to his jaw laughed.

"We have no such obligation, and I will not repeat this sentence for the third time." Ibrahimovic said coldly, "I have other things to do, goodbye."

"Hey, wait, Master Mercenary!" The other person beside the man hurriedly caught up, took out a small bag of things from the inner pocket of his coat and stuffed it into Ibrahimovic's hand, "Please don't get me wrong, we really have to If you come to disturb me, as a colleague, please be considerate..."

Ibrahimovic raised his hand to block the bribe, turned his face and looked coldly at the man with an overly flattering smile.

The smile froze on the man's face, he took a step back, and looked at this mercenary with an extraordinary temperament. It's not like there is a well-disciplined mercenary team, but like this young man with extremely ordinary equipment, he refused so thoroughly and contemptuously...

"Armand, take back your dirty money, people will look down on you." The scarred man laughed, "Let's go."

They retreated too quickly, and Ibrahimovic stayed in place until they left the range of the station before turning around and walking towards the center of the camp.

In the cold tent, Weah Lol gnawed on the cold dry food, while discussing something in a low voice with the captain of the Dragon Tooth Mercenary Corps. The return of Ibrahimovic interrupted their conversation. Weah raised his head and looked at the subordinate.

"The third batch?" Longya's Saiwen team leader spoke first, and Ibrahimovic nodded, "The lost goods seem to be quite precious."

This caravan of hard work happened to be on the same road as them, and the two men and horses were on guard against each other until now, and finally something went wrong.

"Who's their buyer?" Weah asked.

"Only the central figures of that caravan know that those mercenaries and guards are only responsible for escorting. Our spies didn't hear any useful news," Sai Wen said, "Their combat effectiveness of the core team is very high, not inferior to the We, if those people haven't moved, it means it's no big deal, they should have a little understanding of our identities, and there's no need to offend us for this."

"Here comes one," Ibrahimovic said.

The two turned their heads to look at him at the same time, and Ibrahimovic walked across from them and sat down on the felt cloth, "It's a man with a scar on his face, at least as strong as me."

Seven laughed, "That's quite powerful. You are the Bronze Knight, so he must have a name."

"A slave caravan needs more than five famous mercenaries?" Weah put the last piece of dry food into his mouth and asked slowly.

"We also need to add two mages. Although we can't see their ranks, it won't be cheap. Those mercenaries must be free mercenaries, and they are willing to spend their capital." Seven said, "Those rare beasts It’s good to have good goods with female slaves, but the cost of hiring these people is almost worth the profit, and now it seems that the most valuable goods are hidden and escaped.”

"There's no need to bother with them," Weah said.

"They'll come another way," Seven said.

Ibrahimovic, who had been listening quietly, said, "I'll go and count those aliens, and if there are any redundant things, I'll clear them out."

Weah nodded, and Seven sighed, "We're going to Flanders soon, I hope there won't be any accidents."

"What's the accident?" Weah patted the crumbs of dry food on his hand, "I'm quite thinking of some accident."

Ibrahimovic, who got up and was about to go out, met Weah's eyes and showed an indistinct smile on his face, "Because the road is so boring." Then he bowed politely, opened the tent door and went out.

Seven, who was left behind, scratched his cheek with his index finger. He saw that the knights on the road had no special performance, and he thought they were so peaceful. Those who can become flame gold knights at this age are indeed not meek.

Not long after Ibrahimovic finished counting, and when he came back to report to Weah that there was nothing abnormal, the captain did not look disappointed, saying that he knew that he would let Ibrahimovic retreat, and the team was ready to start again.Seven left with Ibrahimovic and reconfirmed to him, "There are no extra aliens? Are you sure there is nothing unusual?"

Ibrahimovic glanced at him, "You can order it yourself."

Seven coughed, "I mean, is there anyone peeping or something?"

"Yes." Ibrahimovic replied coldly.

"Oh," Seven smiled, "Then I should also go and say hello to them. Is it a kind of friendship to walk along the way?"

Breta slave caravan camp.

After sending off the mercenary captain who was smiling but not smiling, Petain, the owner of the slave caravan, changed his expression, "It's not there? It's there, you mediocre people didn't notice it!"

Grosso put the sword on his chest back behind his back, crossed his arms and looked at the leader this time with a smile, "If we just run over to search, we won't be able to defeat those guys, the strength of the Dragon Tooth Mercenary Group is not low. .”

"Fellow eaters..." someone said in a dark voice in the corner.

"It's just that the mercenary group is easy to handle," Grosso said casually, "We can't afford to offend the Tita Knights."

"Tita Knights? That lord doesn't pay attention!" Petain said sharply.

"Oh..." Grosso responded and shrugged, "Then who will go?"

Petain was silent for a while, "Their employers requested that those disgusting survivors be sent to Flanders, and then someone will pick them up, and we will lay in ambush ahead."

In the end, I still didn't dare to offend the Knights of Tita... But as a seasoned mercenary, Grosso would not be so disrespectful to his employer, "At least two or three hundred are survivors, and there are also people who came to escort I don’t know what strength it is, how will I deal with it then?”

"Kill them all, and the 'it' we want will naturally appear."

The people in the corner laughed, and the joy was very distinct.Grosso looked up at the top of the tent, "...that's a little troublesome."

"What's the trouble? Unless the Knight of Bis from Sachel comes here, no one can be our opponent. As for the survivors, they are just a group of black pigs waiting to be slaughtered." Petain said, "Shadow Walker, you Go find the way, I want to know the most suitable terrain for massacres outside of Flanders."

The figure in the corner moved for a moment, then disappeared.

Flanders is located in the Mobis Valley, a small town with a population of less than 1000 people. Although this town has long been used to various caravans passing by, it is still extremely rare to travel on such a large scale in winter, especially The goods escorted by this caravan, which was completely different from ordinary caravans, included an astonishing number of bereaved families. For the residents of the small town, it was like a nightmare scene for these bereaved people to pass by their door like this.

"Black hair and black eyes, double black..."

"It is said that their hair and eyes were dyed black in the devil's prison..."

"They are so powerful that they can tear a person apart alive. The church says they are all original sinners..."

"It's terrible. Where are they sending these sinners?"

The arrival of this team caused a strong reaction from some people in the town. After all those who made trouble with them were interrupted and thrown out, a young priest of the Illuminati Church mustered up the courage to hold the cross and find the bright side. leader, but he hadn’t finished his stammering holy book, the smiling man said, “I’m Seven Granada, priest, hello, priest, goodbye” and asked his subordinates to carry him out, He was more polite to the trembling mayor.

"We are here to send these sinners to the place where they should go, please accommodate me."

The mayor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced himself to be calm, "Yes, how long?"

Seven glanced at Weah, who gestured to him, so he turned his head and said, "Three days, not longer."

In fact, they didn't have to wait so long. The person holding the token came to the town the next morning.It was a man with an extremely eye-catching appearance, with dazzling hair color and sharp facial features, but he walked straight through two dark whistle paths until he came to the hotel where Seven and Weah lived. was discovered.

With a flick of his fingers, he flicked the knight badge of the golden crown of thorns to Weah, who was sticking his head out from the window on the second floor.

"The sorcerer said that there are debts and repayments...we are waiting for you outside the town."

"What's your name?" Weah asked with narrowed eyes.

Amber eyes looked up at him, and the smile became more razor-sharp. "Tasuya."

Seeing the back of the man leaving calmly, the silver knight behind Weah whispered, "This is a beast."

"Among the group of aliens, there are those who look like him. They should be of the same race, and they seem to be a little bit capable," Weah said. "That... magician has the vision of subduing servants."

"What does he want these survivors to do?"

"Who knows, that has nothing to do with us." Weah put the badge on his chest, "Call Seven over, we can get rid of these burdens."

Hearing this news, both Knight Tita and Dragon Tooth Mercenary breathed a sigh of relief and started to get busy.This mission is easier than what they usually do. As long as the dirty guys are given food and a place to sleep, they don’t need to do other work. It’s okay to use another shepherd. Anyway, those aliens are no different from livestock. How many.But after a Dragon Tooth mercenary was too idle to toss a bereaved family member, and four ribs were broken by the other party's head, the guys who originally looked down on this task all restrained themselves.

None of these people were allowed to die. This was emphasized to everyone before the departure. No one would covet a group of aliens who had just been released from slavery, but that was what made people feel extremely boring.

"It's almost assembled, and I'm waiting for you," Seven said, "But I sent someone to pay attention, the slave caravan is a little tricky..."

"Aiming at us?" Weah buckled his wristbands, and Ibrahimovic took his cloak.

"It doesn't appear to be."

"Seems?" Weah looked up at him.

"Well, definitely not." Seven sighed, "I met Scar Grosso, he knows my identity, and he will know your identities, no matter what their lost goods are, it's not worth it. Enemy against the entire Knights of Tita."

Weah fastened his cloak, "Isn't that all right?"

As expected of the Flaming Golden Knight, this kind of self-confidence that treats others as nothing is something that I couldn't learn in 30 years, Seven thought silently.The actions of Scar Grosso and his companions show that they have not given up yet, and the cargo is still hidden among these aliens... There are very few creatures that can have this kind of value, and they can hide in the crowd, even the Bronze Knight can check It is also very rare that there is no abnormality, it is definitely a tricky creature.

If it's tricky, it's tricky. If you mix with those aliens, just don't follow them. If you follow them, I'll be rude to you.Seven continued to think.

It snowed all night and didn't stop until morning.The existence of the survivors made the residents of the small town who believe in the Church of Light almost shut their doors. Before these ragged black people stepped on the snow-covered road, there was only a line of shallow footprints in the silent snow scene. to the distance.

The team silently passed through the narrow streets of the town. The ankle-deep snow was trampled into dirty thin ice by successive footsteps. From time to time, foreigners with stiff steps fell down and were helped up by their companions.Their expressions are as lifeless as the cold weather. After more than two months of encounters, they have already understood their fate—no matter where they are taken for any reason, they are just branded "foreign races" who can survive. Down is the best treatment.Seven is quite satisfied with their condition. After all, including his side, there are hundreds of people. The burden of moving is comparable to that of an army, and he and his companions are responsible for most of the logistics. At most, those knights are willing to help you carry things... Thinking of all the hard work along the way, Seven felt that he had done a good enough job.

The field outside the town is also a vast expanse of whiteness. Under the gray sky, there is already a small group of people waiting on the open land. Their faces are covered by uniform black hoods and cloaks, but their upright standing posture and pristine manner show that this This group of people has at least been trained to a considerable degree.Weia rode his horse to a place tens of steps away from them and stopped for a while. After seeing no movement from the other party, he dismounted and walked forward, and several knights followed.

"I'm Via Lore, the Flame Golden Knight, on behalf of Viscount Greer to carry out the agreement with the Far Eastern magician."

The tallest man standing in the front row raised his hand and turned his hood back, revealing an impressive handsome face. His companions followed his movements one after another, showing different faces from under the hood. The same face, but the same black hair and black eyes.

The author has something to say: Keke, the number of words exploded, but the real explosion point...

Regarding the characters, Weah is the Viscount's subordinate, Ibrahimovic is Weah's subordinate, and Seven is their logistics... As for the other foreign names that appear here, please ignore these cannon fodder.

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