Updated: 2012-12-05

"Crack, crackle..." Countless chaotic footsteps gathered quickly towards the carriage - it seemed that someone was lying here in advance, waiting for the passing people to fall into the trap.

Vanessa and Glory were tied up and fell into the carriage container in a mess. They could not see the external situation at all. They could only rely on their imagination to create the crisis they suffered at this time.

Glory listened for a moment, and suddenly his lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to make a big talk. Vanessa shook her head vigorously to stop the knight's long-winded - in this crisis-ridden moment, the person who kidnapped her did not know whether it was an enemy or a friend, and the person who surrounded her did not know what he wanted. Only silence was the best response.

Glory felt that the blue-haired beauty on the opposite side was shaking her head, and a gust of fragrant wind blew over. She couldn't help but feel confused, and she was a little dull and speechless, completely losing her usual numbness and thick skin.

While he was thinking about it, in front of the carriage, near the cargo box, the voice of a tired young man came from: "What are your friends? My goods are in a hurry to transport them to the north, and I'm afraid there is no time to delay with you! If you can easily sign up for the name, after the matter is done, you will definitely bring your gifts and thank you!"

Glory and Vanessa vaguely felt that the sound sounded familiar, and seemed to have heard it somewhere-but for a while, I couldn't remember who it was. I don't know if it was because the sound was very tired or because the owner of the voice deliberately and cleverly concealed it.

Although Vanessa and the others knew that he was not a cargo carrier, the words of the man who drove the train were neither humble nor arrogant, and they could attack and retreat or defend.

The situation in the Fellainto mercenary empire, the two have heard of it in their conversation with the knowledgeable dwarf Barney.

It turns out that Fellainto's property is relatively poor and there is no tradition of farming and grazing. What depends on is almost the establishment of mercenary groups, which relies on to make a living everywhere in the mainland. The result of the excessive number of mercenaries is that the quality of quality is uneven. Many mercenary groups with insufficient abilities cannot make a living by relying on legitimate income, so there are many additional gray income areas.

Most of the mercenaries were wild and unruly, and they were not careful about the details. Especially when some farmers in the country started their business, they often did everything for money. Even when they passed by pedestrians or goods on their own territory, if they were not protected by other mercenaries, they would inevitably go up to rob. To be careful, they were not much different from the bandits who occupied the mountain and became king.

Although Fellainto's mercenaries are famous on the Viada continent, the reputation does not contain a completely "good" side. When people mention Fellainto's mercenaries, they naturally have awe and praise for large mercenaries such as "Flying Eagle" and "White Deer", but there are also some unfathomable and slightly ridiculous expressions. In fact, not to mention the small mercenary groups that do all kinds of work, just say that the other one of the three mercenary groups of Fellainto - the "Canglang" mercenary group located in the north, is a bit difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and is confused, leaving a lot of comments.

As soon as the young man driving the bus finished speaking, a rude laughter came from the opposite side. There seemed to be many people coming from the sound. They should be all strong middle-aged men, and it seems that they are not a good role to play with.

A big man who seemed to be the leader said jokingly: "Little guy, you don't look like a confused person. You don't think you are so brainless when you speak and act? You are pretty and pretty. Why don't you eat some soft rice with a noble and rich woman? Why do you have this dangerous job of sleeping in the open? There is no protection in Fellainto, and you are very busy transporting goods. People with normal minds will not do such things."

"Oh? What's wrong? If you have time, I'd like to listen to this brother's detailed explanation. However, as mentioned earlier, time is very urgent now. My batch of goods is to be delivered to the VIPs in the south. If it is delayed, I'm afraid you can't bear it." The fatigue in the voice of the man who drove the bus was still very obvious, as if he had not closed his eyes for several nights to rest.

"You guy, I don't know if you are really stupid or fake!" The man seemed to be angry by the arrogant attitude of the man who drove the car. He said angrily: "You are just a few guys who look like servants and drive two heavy carriages in Fellainto. Can you transport goods there? Not to mention that we mercenaries who are almost unable to eat, even if we pass here, the mercenary groups and mobs along the way will not be as polite as we do, and they will have torn you to pieces long ago!"

The big man paused, and the chaotic footsteps around him began to ring again. It seemed that his subordinates could not wait to intercept the goods when they heard his showdown.

"Oh? No wonder people say that Fellainito's mercenaries are not very reliable. They mean you scum." A hint of coldness surged in the voice of the young man who drove the car: "Then what should I do if I want to deliver the goods safely?"

"Hahaha, haha, that's not simple?" The man laughed loudly, as if he didn't mind the name of "scum" for young people: "The uncle still has some thin spots in the surrounding areas. There is no problem sending you over two hundred miles. As for the reward, it's enough to only draw 30% of your goods. Brothers, after all, they are still doing legitimate transactions, otherwise... Hehe, your goods still have a life, and I'm afraid they'll have to be here!"

In the cargo box, Vanessa and the others felt a trembling heart when they heard it. Unexpectedly, this man was so arrogant and shameless, and he would have to collect 30% of the goods for escorting Baili, otherwise he would rob it openly. This is undoubtedly the robber, so why are he still saying "legal business"?

The young man who was driving the car was obviously also angry and lost his patience. His voice was as cold as the winter: "Do you know, who are you talking to? What is this batch of goods and who are you going to give to?"

The big man's voice was slightly hesitant. He seemed to be shocked by the young man's cold aura. He hesitated for a moment, but his greedy subordinates had already lost control and rushed forward. In their opinion, the little white-faced person who was powerless to drive the car could not be an obstacle to their wealth.

A "swish" sound was straightforward, like the light sound of a weapon being unsheathed, echoing extremely clearly. There were obviously many sounds around it - the chaotic footsteps, noise, and shouts of bandits and mercenaries, but only the sound of the weapon was noisy and directly entered the ears of Vanessa and the others in the car box.

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Oh!" Then, there were screams after screams and sporadic collisions of weapons. Fighting was inevitable, but the mercenaries' voices were filled with fear and despair. In just a short moment, they began to gradually weaken and disappear!

Finally, after a few weapons collided, the man who had spoken wildly before let out a terrifying howl of pain and fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Dangling!..." The crisp sound of the weapon returning to the sheath became the end of everything, and the young man's voice was still tired: "Oh, ignorant person... why don't you ask clearly who I am? Unfortunately, you can never know the answer again..."

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