Shaman from Afar

Under the stars at midnight, a strange caravan stopped their footsteps in a wilderness on the road to the Red Blood Castle and camped in order to spend the moonless late night.

Although Baine in the south is already one of the richest territories of the empire, there are still a large number of thieves and mutant monsters in the wild jungle, and it is almost the same as suicide at night. Even the most prosperous red blood castle is also Not every section of the road has large and small hotels for pedestrians to rest, and occasionally only sleep in the wilderness.

It's just ... they are too many people.

Around the brightly-lit camp, you can see the heavily armed, reticent wandering knights patrolling around, a loose but very orderly formation, enough to prove that each of them is elite.

In the wilderness outside the camp, there are also a pair of eyes lurking in the dark as scouts, ensuring that the surroundings can be aware of the camp when there is an accident.

Such a heavily guarded guard cannot of course be an ordinary mercenary, but was hired by the Jorde Chamber of Commerce at a high price, the famous wandering knighthood in the south of the empire-the blood of silver.

In Byrne, becoming a wandering knight in wilderness adventures, traveling far away from countries and even overseas, is the choice of many second sons and elders who do not have to inherit their family business ... The sword in his hand earned meager "blood money".

When a wandering knight travels for four or five years, it will often become the target of the Bayern lords-especially the formed knights, which will often become the main force of the knight lords during the war.

"... So, how were you hired by the German-Chinese Chamber of Commerce?"

Next to the bonfire, the leader of the silver blood, Cyril Lightbridge, looked at the servant of the wind and dust, and the soup bowl blinked like a curious baby, twitching, saying that "My name is Asriel, from Lotel The youngster who came by "Asriel" sighed tiredly.

"This is the tenth question already. I knew you were a small tuberculosis, and I won't save you when passing by the woods."

The master of the voice is a tall, indifferent female knight, and her gentle facial features can also see the weather-beaten traces. A huge two-handed sword is always carried on the right shoulder.

"Well ... that's true. A lonely, innocent and lovely teenager like me will have no good ending in that kind of wood, right?" Asriel shrugged, her scarlet eyes shone with sly luster:

"But who gave the cold sister Shillel a kind heart ... Since you saved me, you have to let me know who is the savior, or who should the poor Asriel call for in return? "

"You still think about how to go back to your hometown Lotel ..."

Shirel glanced at the boy he had saved in the forest before, and sighed softly ... Although it looks a bit servant, no matter the expression and the gesture of raising his hand when speaking, there is also the obviously expensive Little dresses are enough to prove that the other party is indeed a noble.

Although because of the special nature of this mission is really not a time to save people, Shireer hesitated still decided to bring the teenager to his side ... Of course, it was not because of his identity, but it was really impossible to treat a child in the wilderness. Turn a blind eye.

Although this young man who has some tuberculosis and is very familiar with himself has refused to say why he appeared alone in Bairn, Sherell is not completely incomprehensible ... the smarter the child, the stronger the guard will be, and the coercion will only Counterproductive.

The female sigh sighed: "Because the price of the German-German Chamber of Commerce is high enough, the salary for one task can save us half a year without worrying about expenses-this money is very important.

"Really ... Then they are willing to pay such a high price, and the escorted goods must be very valuable, right?"

"That's not the question we should ask." Silver Blood "is only responsible for the task, and the rest is not asking ... this is professional ethics."

"Ugh ... I didn't expect to be a big sister who is good at making official speeches, so boring."

"Yes, you have too many questions, babbling."

"After the family has made a fortune, where is the elder sister going to go?"

"... how did you jump from the last question to this one?"

The female colleague sitting by the bonfire chatted with the teenager one sentence at a time. His eyes never left the dark wilderness outside the camp. The quiet midnight seemed to be within reach of the stars in the dome.

The caravan will be able to reach the Red Blood Castle before noon tomorrow, so it is tonight ... there will definitely be a raid on this caravan tonight.

But the thing to ask employers is the tradition of "Silver Blood", but it does not mean that they are stereotyped fools-a caravan, and the Jodhpur Chamber of Commerce is willing to hire them for **** at a large price, which proves that they believe they will be Robbery!

But two days have passed, and today is the third day, and the sky is already midnight ... The enemies of Shirell's "long-awaited" enemy still show no signs of appearance.

Is it really just thinking about yourself ... The female collar frowned slightly, subconsciously clenching the handle of the big sword behind her.

There was only silence in the dark wilderness outside the camp.

"Are you waiting for Big Sister?" Asriel, who looked innocent, blinked again and asked.

"Well, guess what." Shirel responded casually.

"Well, wouldn't it be a man that a big sister likes ... or a man who likes a big sister?"

"Yo, are you jealous?"

"Wait a little longer for me, maybe I will." Asriel shrugged, an indifferent expression: "But now ... I still don't 'fairly compete' with them."

"Who told you must be a man?"

"Uh ... in our time, that kind of thing doesn't seem to be recognized by the world?"

"Small talk, shut up."

Frowning, the female collar's expression flashed a bit of consternation, vaguely aware of what.

That's right, it's too quiet ... it shouldn't have been so quiet.

In the woods around the camp were servants of the Knights everywhere. They were the most elite scouts and light infantry, and they were the eyes of the Knights in the night.

According to the agreed arrangement, some people will come to report the situation in the vicinity after a period of time, but there is still no movement at all.

Are you too nervous and too sensitive?

Cyril shook his head ... No, no matter how sensitive it is at this time, safety is the first priority-not only is he responsible for the task, but also the life and death of nearly two hundred people in the Knights, letting the guard down is always Taboo.

"Robin!"

The knight who made up her mind called her deputy, a pale-eyed Ellerman knight with two short swords but always on the alert, with a short bow on her waist.

"Boss?" Robin, who looked serious, walked over to the bonfire without saying much-just doing nothing and asking, which was the main reason why Shirel made him his deputy.

"Go to the nearby whistle to make sure they are safe." The knight's expression was more dignified: "Today is the last night, get up!"

The vigilant deputy nodded and turned away without saying a word; just tossed a sentence "Be careful yourself" before leaving and disappeared into the night outside the camp.

"This gentleman named Robin ... seems to have a good opinion of the older sister."

Asriel, who was sitting and watching, didn't speak abruptly until the man had left for a long time, with an indescribable smile on his lips: "Is it the elder sister's favorite ... or the elder sister?

"To shut up."

Beside the campfire, the knight with a big sword turned slightly red, the deeper the smile in the corner of the teenager's mouth.

"Robin ... He only joined us when he was on a mission from Elleman. ~ Www.novelmtl.com ~ Although he is not tall, his sword skills are unmatched, and he is also the best scout for the Knights."

"Well ..." Asriel blinked, vaguely remembering another guy who was also from Elleman: "It seems that the older sister really cares about him."

"Shut up if you don't want to be beaten, whisper." The knight's face turned redder.

"This is just a suggestion ..." The smiling teenager interrupted suddenly: "If the big sister really cares about him, it is best to let him come back quickly."

"Well, what did you say ..."

The voice just fell, accompanied by a sudden loud noise, the golden red fire rose in the woods! ...

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