Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 97: Someone

Finally, before night fell, the owner of the caravan, at Dean's sign, announced that they were going to camp and rest.

Under the west hanging sun, Thales tried his best to help the mercenaries do things within their power, such as setting up tents, trying to make himself look less cumbersome, although he was always clumsy, the only thing The comforting thing is that the new fast rope is not much better than him.

After half an hour of bewilderment and full of errors, Thales and Fastrope, a layman and a novice, finally set up three crooked tents for the mercenaries before the shifters returned.

Beneath the back slope, the camp of mercenaries is clustered together.

Thyls could see that there was a big gap between the soldiers who were selling their lives and the people they wanted to protect.

The merchants subconsciously glanced at the mercenaries’ weapons while disassembling the goods, as if they were afraid that they would pounce on them at any time. Even the camps were always far away from the mercenaries, which made the latter’s tents. It is particularly prominent. But the fear of danger made these protected merchants dare not get too far away from the soldiers, so a funny thing appeared: the tents of the mercenaries were pitched together, and the tents of the others in the caravan surrounded the mercenaries. , Keeping a certain distance, fan-shaped, and the surrounding camels surrounded them again. If someone looks at these tents from the sand dunes, they must feel that they look like a shell.

Tyers, who was tired and sweating, and the still happy fast rope were the first to sit down beside the tent and watched McGee, Hubert and Dean start a fire in front of them, one after another in the camp. Sit down.

"The nearest supply point should not be far away. The weather has been good in the past few months. The water source has not moved much. The'Breeze' is searching and should be found soon." The mercenary leader, Louis, hurried back from the front of the team. Sha Dante sat down comfortably in the camp and unlocked her weapon.

Dean nodded.

"Let everyone be alert and go to bed early tonight," Dean touched his smooth head, frowning thinking about something: "Tomorrow I want to leave early, just in case."

Luisa raised her eyebrows: "No problem."

She turned to the other mercenaries: "Have you heard?"

Hubert and McGee nodded and did not speak.

"Of course, follow the orders," the quick rope responded quickly, ecstatically: "Ms. Dean has anything to order?"

Responded to him was a sand kick kicked by Luisa with a cold face.

"Woohoo, Captain! I'm talking about Dean's'Mrs.', it's the new nickname I gave him, not you!"

Quickline hugged his head pitifully.

Until an angry Louisa kicked him a second sand.

Thyls looked at the conversation between Louisa and Dean without a doubt. As far as it seems, Dean is in a good position in this team, and even Louisa listens to his advice carefully and carefully. Almost to the point where words are obedient.

Is it really as fast rope said, Louisa likes Dean, so...

"But I'm still very worried, Dean," the old hammer frowned, led the horse into the camp, and settled the hot mount: "Today's small camp..."

Dean sighed: "I know, I told Tom Ding, I will negotiate with him again."

Old Hammer frowned: "But you know who Tomding is, how do we negotiate?"

Dean shook his head: "Think of a way."

Thyls pretended to carelessly massage his sore legs and feet, listening to their conversation carefully.

Just now.

"So..."

A slick voice came.

The mercenaries and Thales turned their heads.

"What are you going to negotiate with me?"

I saw a man with shiny hair and gorgeous clothes approaching them with his belly, his eyes flashing on his cheeks, like a pig.

His steps are quite artificial, like deliberate steps on the stage.

"Sep, Sepp Thomdin," Dean sighed, and said to the glistened, blunt man: "I was talking about you just now, our generous employer."

"What wind brought you to our camp?"

"Oh, my hardworking warriors," the owner of the caravan, Sepp Thomdin, with a touch of arrogance, raised a crock in his right hand, biting his tone, and said, "Of course it's a reward."

"A good knight will never let his mount starve, and a good general will not starve his soldiers."

Tyles frowned: If he guessed correctly, Tomdin deliberately bit out, it seems to be the accent of Star City.

The mercenaries looked at each other.

No one cares about the owner of the caravan.

Tom Ding’s smile was a little stiff, his raised arms were a little sore, he could only gently put down the crock, and coughed to remind everyone: "The wine of the Principality of Sera, a little bit of heart, thank you for these few days Hard work."

The mercenaries all looked at Dean.

"We are still working, Sepp, and can't drink." The bald mercenary said politely and coldly.

Tom Ding's expression is slightly stagnant.

"Very well, Dean, I will inform the people in Camp Bladeya of your professionalism. You know, I am familiar with the major caravans, and I will tell them that the entire Camp Bladeya Dune When people want to find mercenaries, they should find you—and I will also talk to Baron Williams about your hard work."

"Wow," the fast rope has an exaggerated expression and smiles like a flower: "Thank you so much, Master Tomding who knows so many great people."

Tom Ding's expression stagnated.

The owner of the caravan quickly got rid of the embarrassment and continued to maintain his faint smile, looking at Thales: "Oh, boy, I am glad to see you recover—what is your name?"

Thyls, who was suddenly named, was taken aback.

He smiled unnaturally: "Uh, thank you, Tom Ding...Master, I'm... I'm Wya."

Tom Ding sighed: "Ah, Wya, a good name, you know, a few days ago, I hesitated for a while about whether to save you... You know, kid, Master Tomding, I’m not a hard-hearted villain, but I have to take care of this small caravan which is related to more than a dozen families. Any decision I make may affect the livelihood and future of a certain family... To save an unrelated person, or to put other loyal friends in danger? This is a difficult decision."

Tom Ding closed his eyes and shook his head slightly: "Oh, my great-grandfather was also a nobleman. He used to work under the command of'Xianjun'-you may not know, he is a star king. That Mindis III often Remind my great-grandfather: As aristocrats, we not only shoulder responsibilities, but also cherish enthusiasm."

"This sentence became our family motto, passed from great-grandfather to my grandfather. Grandfather often reminds my father, and my father often reminds me-to shoulder responsibility and to have a warm heart."

"So, I finally decided to keep you in my team, boy."

Tom Ding looked at him with a serious face: "You have to thank Your Majesty Mindis III, my child, because of his advice, I made this difficult decision. Only when you are in a difficult situation can you get a new life."

Thanks...

Mindis III?

Thyls arched his lips, feeling quite at a loss.

Looking at Tomdin with an indifferent expression, Thales twitched his face and nodded as if he didn't understand: "Ha, ha, of course, ha ha, yes."

The fast rope behind him made a vomiting motion: "You and the king...speak as if you are familiar."

Tom Ding's ear moved: "What?"

"It's nothing, Master Tomding!"

Quickrope reacted quickly and smiled brightly: "You deserve to be a nobleman, you are great!"

Tom Ding smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

Luisa chuckled.

"So," Dean sighed and interrupted the awkward chat: "Sep, you don't need to use wine to bribe us, you might as well just ask: what's the matter?"

Tom Ding's brows frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with him calling his name.

The greasy businessman Tom Ding puts his hands together, his chin is higher than his ears: "I'm thinking about what you said yesterday, Dean, what's going on? What is'going back'?"

The mercenaries frowned and were surprised.

Thyls was also provoked by curiosity.

Go back?

What's the matter?

"It means literally, Sepp," Dean shrugged, as if he was not bothered by what the other party had said: "You also saw the camp in the morning and the corpses. We should give up. Go to the Tower of End, avoid potential danger, at least detour."

Tom Ding's lips shrank slightly.

"Give up?"

He took a deep breath.

"As far as I know, Dean, and as far as you see it, it's just a small camp where sand thieves hide," Tomdin maintained a serious and arrogant, modest listening style: "Is it necessary? This will seriously affect your reputation, and you also know that for us, some goods are time-effective......"

"You saw those camps, we saw them all," Dean interrupted unceremoniously. The bald mercenary glanced at his companions and frowned: "The people inside, whether they are Not the sand thief, they are all dead-not far away, their bodies are wounds caused by various weapons."

The expressions of the mercenaries became terrible, and Quickrope even stared wide.

"This is not a single case. We have gone all the way, from the **** ground to the lizard mouth, there are already no less than five places like this, not only sand thieves, but also unidentified small groups of people, I suspect that There are also caravans."

Dean turned to Thales: "And you've seen Wyah, according to him, there was no one on the way down from the north, as if all the sand thief and exile in the desert disappeared overnight. The same."

Thyls moved in his heart.

All...disappeared...

Dean said indifferently: "So...I sincerely recommend you, no, I strongly recommend you, Sepp, we don't go any further."

Tom Ding took a deep breath, seeming to maintain his final demeanor.

The next second, Tom Ding suddenly raised his head, punching his slap hard!

"I don't understand!"

"Sand Pirates, Exiles... These scums who are damaging to the party, the scum that obstructs the trade road, are it right to die!" Tomdin tried his best to maintain the color of his face, it seems that this is more in line with his Identity:

"There is one less thing we should worry about, and I also want to congratulate you, Big Dean, because of their deaths, your work has become easier... Eliminate their threats, that’s right. Is it the reason why I hired you, professional bodyguards? What do you say, honorable fighters..."

Tom Ding turned to the others.

The mercenaries did not speak.

Dean sighed long, looking like he hated iron for not making steel.

"No, you didn't understand what I meant, Sepp," the bald mercenary sighed: "The sand thieves in the camp, their bodies were all found not far from the camp, which shows that they are They were killed when they hurriedly fled the camp-they ran into an invincible enemy, so that they didn't even have the idea of ​​fighting back. When they found the enemy, they had to run desperately."

"But they didn't run away."

Dean solemnly said: "Five camps, a total of forty weapons in hand, experienced and cruel sand thief."

"None of them ran away."

Tom Ding was taken aback for a moment.

Dean raised his eyebrows and said: "Listen to me, Sepp, look back and find another way to be safe."

Master Tomding still looks as usual, but his hands are constantly rubbing on the cloth of his clothes, revealing his mood.

"He didn't tell you about it, about letting us return directly," he turned to the female soldier: "Captain Dante, what do you say?"

Luisa smiled slightly.

"What Dean says, what we say," Louisa replied decisively: "He represents the entire team."

Thyls couldn't help but notice that the other people's expressions were normal, and they seemed to be used to this scene.

Tom Ding could no longer maintain his indifferent expression. He rubbed his hair in pain.

Tyles discovered that Tomding had sparse hair on his head—he was bald.

I saw the bald man gritted his teeth and said: "Dean, you said, why should I take the risk of being driven away by Sabertooth Dunes?"

Dean shrugged.

"You want profit."

"Yes, profit!"

Tom Ding seems to have found some catharsis, raised his index finger and said fiercely: "Fucking profit!"

"There are so many eloquent and calculation-savvy businessmen buried in the desert, but we still succeeded, because this is the only thing that supports us to venture into the desert: profit, profit!"

He stared, as if to seek consensus from everyone in his vision: "First, Exter and the Freedom League are going to fight, and secondly, the Stars are going to block the desert. Do you know what this means? It means one The entire supply line was cut off-whether it was because the Northlanders were going to war or the stars were nervous, in short, the road from the Golden Corridor into Exeter would be blocked, and the passage from the desert to the stars would be blocked. !"

Tom Ding seemed to be frustrated: "You know, soon, a bag of promenade islands, selling five Tormund's two hundred ounces of hemp tobacco on the stars, you can get twenty of them in the north. Caju! Even if we subtract the consumption of bad currency and exchange, we can still make a net profit of nearly 70 to 80 King Solon! A bottle of craft wine from the Sera Hills is priced at 45 kellers at the Southern Country Fair. After walking some roads, you can sell eighty solon silver coins at the high price of the Tower of End. A refined velvet by the sword lake sells twenty tabesos in Arunbia, and you can shout dozens of them in the north of the desert. Nikaru! A barrel of eternal oil~IndoMTL.com~an unextinguishable lamp...All the goods you can imagine can make a profit as long as they come to the right place. What is the reason for this? The market? I dare to use the reputation of the Tomding family for generations to bet that in the next month, goods from the south will increase in price in the north, and goods from the east will be out of stock in the west—where can you find such a good opportunity!"

"While we are now, you suggested that I just turn around, go back to the sand dunes, and obediently let the stars confiscate my goods?"

The mercenaries looked at each other.

"If necessary," Dean shook his head unimpressed: "It's better to drop the goods than to drop your head."

"Let me say that our biggest profit is: if we go forward, our lives will be worthless at any price. Looking back, our lives will at least have a chance to sell."

Tom Ding stared at him, intently.

But Dean just looked back at him calmly.

As if what the other party said was just nonsense.

"As you said, Master Tomding," Dean added: "This is a difficult decision."

Tom Ding was like a deflated ball, and his whole body collapsed.

Finally, Tom Ding let out a breath, drooping his face like a **** in a defeat.

"Can someone tell me what happened before?"

"Serious enough to make me give up the interests of the entire caravan?"

Dean shook his head: "I don't know."

"If I have to say something, Sepp—someone."

"Someone?"

Dean nodded, his eyes were extremely serious: "'Someone', someone is in the desert where we are. They are hunting all living creatures as planned, scaled, efficiently, and on a large scale."

"And even the sandstorm failed to stop the killing."

"It's not far in front of us."