Mercenaries and Adventurers Chapter 223

Keel felt that this thing might help him understand the local environment of the battle.

So he carefully closed the book and stuffed it into the small leather pouch on his belt. He checked the rest of the books and found that most of them were poetry and the autobiography of a drama actor. There was also an introduction Kiel looked through the books on the Whitestone City Wall, and found that most of the pages were about the ornamental manors of various noble families on the west side of the Whitestone City Wall, and there were many praises in them.

It's boring.

Keel no longer cared about these books, but looked at the contents of other boxes.

A small bundle wrapped in a tablecloth, when opened, it contained a set of exquisite silver tableware.

Keel raised his eyebrows: "Where did you get this thing?"

Ms. Feneya lowered her head: "That damned man gave it to me two years ago, it's a gift."

Kiel curled his lips: "I guess it was snatched from the caravan cargo. Let me see."

He looked at the tableware carefully, and sure enough, he found the coat of arms of a certain noble family on the silver dinner plate and the handles of the knives, forks and spoons. Kiel doesn't know much about this, so he can't recognize which noble family it belongs to, and this thing is not something that ordinary people can use. If it weren't for the current chaotic time, using noble utensils indiscriminately would be a violation of the law and would be severely punished .

"You can find a place to sell it. There must be some guys with a lot of money who are willing to buy a set and use it secretly at home."

Kiel muttered like this, but Ms. Feneya looked at him in surprise after hearing it: "I didn't expect you, Sir Knight, to think so."

Shrugging his shoulders, Keir said indifferently: "At this time, the money is better. Besides, the original owner of this tableware has nothing to do with me, right? I don't have to rush to return the things to others."

Throwing the tableware in his hand into the bag again, Keel tied the bag.

There was also a pack of IOUs in the box. When Keel opened it, he found that they were small IOUs written by gamblers after they lost. This is even more useless to him. Most of these IOUs are written by the same person. The only difference is the amount, date, and the name and fingerprint of the debtor.

"Who are these debtors?"

Facing the knight's question, Ms. Feneya's eyes drifted, and she said hesitantly: "Most of them are merchants on this trade route that they regularly travel with, followed by those guys nearby."

"Hmph, bandits, right? I've heard from the captured bandits that the hotels on the trade roads are places for them to spend their time after robbing them. Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, there are no people on the trade roads. If we go any further, these hotels will also be abandoned and destroyed.”

Having said that, Keel tore all the IOUs in these bags, tore them into pieces, and threw them into the dug earth pit.

Ms. Feneya felt distressed watching this scene. After all, it was a lot of money. Even though most of them would no longer be able to receive the money, half of the money owed by the merchants If there is a chance to catch up with the chamber of commerce where the other party belongs, it is possible to ask for the money.

But these have nothing to do with Kiel who is destined to pass by here in a hurry, tearing these things up is just for fun.

"Finally, let me see what's left."

Kiel bent down and took out the last small box, and found that the contents inside were very miscellaneous, most of them were gold and silver fragments, which seemed to come from anywhere. There are small gold and silver coins from other countries. Just by looking at their size, you can tell that their value is far inferior to the standard coins of the Kingdom of St. Halls, which imitated the Empire.

There are also gold and silver earrings and rings. Most of these things are crude, and they can be seen to be used by men.

It is a decoration that is often worn by businessmen with some money but ordinary taste.

Other things that look valuable are very miscellaneous, and there are even false teeth made of precious metals, cloak buckles, decorative buttons to gather cuffs, badges with cheap reflective crystals and belt buckles.

"These things are also obtained from gambling?"

Faced with Kiel's ridicule, Ms. Feneya put her hand on her forehead and said embarrassedly: "Yes, and it's not very easy to deal with. I just saved it year by year. Similar to that, there are many people's clothes and smelly boots. , Most of these are sold at low prices to other business travelers who come and go, and most of the young people in those caravans like to wear the same clothes as the caravan stewards, thinking that their status will be similar."

Keir smiled: "You can comfort yourself mentally, even if it's useless, you still spend money indiscriminately."

After inspecting these things, Keel put most of the things back into the wooden box, closed the lid and tied it firmly with ropes before carrying it away.

Everyone happily returned to the ruins of the hotel, and everyone proudly talked about the discovery just now. They did not expect that the seemingly beautiful Ms. Feneya actually had so much wealth.

This is what other young people who eat melons think.

Keir knew that most of the so-called gambling products were just a cover, and many of those items were probably blood-stained stolen goods, so it was true that they could not be disposed of locally at a low price.

Because of the disposal of the stolen goods, they were taken away locally at a low price, and bought at a par price in other places a little farther away, but there are two prices.

The relationship between Feneya and Barney the mountain wolf is not just a couple. The deep relationship between looting and selling stolen goods is not something that can be said at this time.

After all, he said that he spared her life, so these things will be let go.

Besides, it has nothing to do with him. He is a foreigner, and he is not really here to uphold justice.

The crowd continued on their way, heading east along the unpassed commercial road.

In the afternoon of that day, a few hundred of them encountered a caravan escorted by armed forces.

This group of caravans are all composed of carriages and riders. The caravan drivers and fellows driving the carriages all carry spears and wooden shields on their backs, and the caravan guards are even more well-equipped. More than 20 people are equipped with bow and arrow leather armor. In addition to wearing traditional swords, there are also strong guys with steel swords on their backs, who look like they can single-handedly fight more than ten people.

When the teams from both sides saw each other at a corner of a commercial road, the distance between them was no more than 400 meters. The armed refugee youth walking in front of the team looked at the large number of carriages and horses in the distance, and they didn't know. Overwhelmed, flustered.

And the caravan who saw the refugee team on Kiel was even more panicked, because they looked up and found at least a team of hundreds of people blocked on the trade road.

The convoy stopped immediately, and the wooden whistle and panic shouts continued to sound. If it was not difficult to turn around, the caravan's carriage must have turned and ran away on the spot.

What worries the caravan guards even more is not just the hundreds of 'bandits' in front of them, but whether there are more people ambushing in the wasteland and grass on the left and right sides of them at this time?

Therefore, following the command of the guard leader, arrows continued to shoot towards places on both sides where people might ambush. But what puzzled them was that after firing several rounds of arrows, they didn't even hear a scream?

The team on Kiel's side also stopped moving forward in a panic, causing the following carriages and ordinary young refugees carrying things to slowly crowd on the road.

Only when there were no more people to squeeze in, did some people walk away towards the grass on both sides.

Fortunately, it's not that the refugee youths haven't seen similar armed caravans before at the Baishi City Wall Checkpoint. After the initial panic, they immediately sent people to the back of the team to invite Kiel Knights and Batar Priests to come over.

When Kiel was notified by the young man running at the end of the line, Priest Batar had already passed by.

"Isn't it just a caravan, what's the matter? Send someone forward to give a simultaneous interpretation, either they get out of the way, or we get out of the way, someone has to get out of the way for the other party to miss the team and cross the trade road."

Keir complained, but the young man who came to inform said loudly: "My lord, but the other party is shooting arrows at us, and he started shooting arrows from a long distance away, not only shooting at us, but also shooting arrows at the grass and woods on both sides of the road." , are you crazy?"

Kiel laughed as soon as he heard it: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm probably scared. After all, no one would expect to meet so many people here suddenly. It's normal for the other party to be careful."

The young man didn't quite understand, so he nodded and ran beside Kiel's horse as hard as he could, trying to follow him.

The blood licking grass didn't run much, Xiaobu swung its four legs, and it was already running at the same speed as the young man next to him who was striding.

Kiel's team was not very long, and soon he ran from the end of the team to the front. When he looked up, he saw that it was indeed an armed caravan that could still trade in bad times.

The size of the opponent is not big or small, there are about ten carriages, and the number of guards on horseback is about twenty.

This is already a lot of power, because all are horses riding and pulling carts, so the moving speed and moving force far exceed that of people walking on two legs.

Roughly, it took Kiel and the others three or four days to walk through the trade route sandwiched between the north and the south of the mountain range, and the other side only took half or even less time to pass through it.

This is what Keir is very envious of.

It was already afternoon, and the sky was getting dark. After a while, I had to prepare to find a place to spend the night.

When the two sides met each other at this time, they both felt nervous and suspicious.

But Kiel is better here, because he knows that these people are just armed migrant refugees, not bandits.

But the caravan didn't think so, because they already knew that they might be attacked by bandits before passing through here, so their spirit and vigilance were very high.

Now that Kiel's team was discovered, it was even more of a 'bandit attack'. I just didn't expect there to be so many people.

How could there be so many people?

Outrageous!

Can a trade route support so many bandits?

"What should we do? Captain, hurry up and come up with an idea!"

The steward of the caravan stood on the carriage and shouted loudly at the captain of the guard. The steward is not worried that the guards and bandits will join forces to swallow the caravan's goods, because they are professional caravan guards, and they hold hostages in the chamber of commerce before leaving. In the event of an accident, unless these well-known caravan guards no longer want their families, those hostages are likely to be taken to a deserted place by the Chamber of Commerce and killed to avenge their hatred.

The captain of the caravan guard is also a little confused. It's not that he hasn't walked this trade road before. Before the chaos last year, it was quite lively here. They are all asking for money, or the caravan dropped a batch of goods for the bandits to pick up and rob, and other carriages passed quickly.

It's all done this way.

But now, it was so outrageous that so many bandits appeared, blocking the road.

"Are these bandits going to attack Dorne Town? Burn, kill and loot the town?"

After making a random guess, the captain of the caravan **** immediately shouted: "Turn the carriage quickly, a convoy of this size can't force it through, let's retreat, the other party is walking and can't keep up with our speed!"

After yelling at the caravan, he then shouted to his subordinates or cooperating partners: "Assemble! Gather! Let's go up to repel the attack of the bandits and buy time for the caravan to turn around!"

This is a deadly job. Immediately, some people dare not go all out and want to run away from where they came from.

But the captain of the guard directly sent people to clamp the horses of the fleeing people, tied them with lasso, and brought them over.

The captain of the guard shouted loudly: "Run! Is it useful to run at this time? What about the brother who ran away? Can't survive? Untie the rope and return the weapon to him. Let's all charge together. Listen to me. If you can live, you may not die." Die! Go!"

After finishing speaking, twenty-one guard riders gathered together, all preparing long-range bows and arrows, and at the same time swords for close combat.

They exerted their strength together and approached the 'bandit' team ahead at a uniform speed.

But before they approached and shot arrows to stop the enemy, an armored warrior riding a tall prairie horse rushed out from the chaotic team of 'bandits', along with a priest holding a luminous long staff.

Um? Priest?

One or two hundred meters away, the captain of the caravan guard who led the team saw this scene, and immediately lost his mind.

He also wondered how the bandits would be assisted by church priests. Isn't this helping the bandits to do evil?

But immediately, the armored warrior rushed over.

When Keir saw that the opponent gathered more than twenty riders and rushed over together, he felt that something was wrong. He changed his position to the opponent who guessed and understood what he was going to do.

"Retreat all, pay attention to avoiding arrows!"

Kiel yelled, and then slammed the horse's belly, causing the blood licking grass to gallop out.

The right hand hesitated for a moment, still not holding the weapon, but the left hand held the elven metal shield behind it in case of accidents.

Behind Kiel, Priest Batar, who was riding a prairie horse, also saw that the other party was not kind, and rushed out immediately, hoping to prevent misunderstandings between the two sides and cause casualties.

"We are not bandits!"

"Be careful not to attack!"

Kiel shouted loudly, and Priest Batar hurriedly used a short prayer to amplify his own voice. His voice is much louder than Keel shouted in an emergency.

"Yes, we are not bandits! Caravan guards in front, we are not bandits! Don't attack! Don't cause misunderstanding!"

The sound rolled out, even the riders who were surrounded by the noise of a large number of horses galloping could hear it.

"Not a bandit?"

"Is it true? Captain?"

"I don't know either! Take out the bows and arrows, be careful!"

Having said that, he who led the team slowed down, and the other riders behind him also slowed down. He hurriedly added: "Be careful of the possible traps of bandits! Be careful!"

The two sides approached relatively quickly on horseback, and Kiel's metal armor made the riders extremely nervous: "Captain! Don't let people approach! Otherwise it will be difficult to deal with! It is dangerous!"

Of course the captain of the guards knew that although they also had armor on their bodies, they were all simple leather armor. Once poked by the lance on the horseback of the opponent's rider, there would be a hole in the front and back of the body, and they would die immediately.

But at this moment, not only the priest on the other side was making dissuading voices, but the armored rider who was approaching was also shouting, the content was similar.

Taking a deep breath, the captain of the caravan guard hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Don't get close! People on the opposite side, stop!"

His voice was not loud enough, but fortunately there were other companions and subordinates around him, twenty-one people shouted together, and the voice was not small: "Stop! Don't approach! The people in front stop!"

Saying to stop, the bows and arrows in their hands were all stringed at the same time, and they could shoot bows and arrows at any time.

If the opponent doesn't stop, they shoot arrows, and then go up to fight. If the other party stops, then there will be better communication.

This is the case with the desolate and uninhabited wild trade roads, not to mention the places where bandits often haunt.

Kiel squinted his eyes. His eyes were good, so he naturally saw the opponent's plan and the bow and arrow to be wary of.

After hesitating for a while, Kiel stopped. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Even if he stopped the horse at a distance of 50 or 60 meters from the opponent, he was completely within the accurate range of more than 20 opponents' bows and arrows, which was very dangerous.

At least if the other party set up a trap like this, his blood licking grass would definitely not be able to keep.

Kiel pulled the reins to slow down the blood licking grass, and at the same time he patted the mane on the horse's neck vigorously: "If they cheat and let you die, little guy, I will let them all die to avenge you! "

The blood licking grass gradually stopped, neighing in response.

Stopping at the request of the other party, the other party's more than 20 riders also stopped at a distance. Half of them drew their swords and weapons, and half of them raised their bows and arrows, facing this far away.

Priest Batar also rushed over at this time. When he saw Kiel stop, he stopped himself.

"So, what's the situation now?"

The priest was out of breath, and the loud shout just now made him a little dizzy, and accelerating the horse so fast also made him a little uncomfortable.

Kilyan pointed at the other party: "There is no misunderstanding and conflict, you go up to communicate, you are a priest of the church, your words should be enough to gain the trust of strangers."

Patting the flushed cheeks caused by nervousness with his hands, Priest Batar responded, and then threw his amber metal staff to the Kiel warrior. He lightly tapped the horse's belly, raised his hands, and slowly leaned over.

The other party did not shoot arrows recklessly, apparently seeing the church robe on Priest Batar's body. Regardless of whether the clothes are real or fake, they can't act rashly until they make a clear judgment.

"Be careful, everyone, don't be nervous. Follow my orders and act, don't act yourself!"

As a warning to his subordinates and companions, the captain of the caravan **** put away his round shield and sword, and approached cautiously.

Chapter end