Chapter 17: Dutiful businessman, enemy news, ready to go to war
"Ha, I finally got rid of all these strong boys. It's really tiring." Franklin slowly looked inside and outside the carriage and found that everything was calm and correct. Then he lowered his voice and let out a long breath,
Then he walked to the bonfire, sat down next to Moriarty, picked up an already cold dinner and ate it hastily.
"Let's have a cup of hot tea. I'm afraid the night will be very long tonight." After the steward finished eating the food in two mouthfuls, Moriarty took out some "ivy leaves", poured hot water into the cup, and handed it over.
"Thank you Sir...ah, what a wonderful tea." Franklin took the hot water cup, blew away some of the hot mist pouring out of the cup, then took a sip, and then praised.
"If you add some Lester, it will taste better." As he said this, Moriarty took out a small, delicate tin pot from his pocket, unscrewed the tight lid, and immediately a mellow aroma of wine filled the cold air.
scattered in the air.
"Black tea goes with fine wine, haha, Sir, I have to say, you really are a person who enjoys life." The steward also laughed when he smelled the aroma of wine. When Moriarty added some Lester to his cup, Franklin
After taking another sip, I felt the fragrance fill my mouth, and even my somewhat sleepy spirit became high again.
"Sir, would you consider selling the recipe of this tea?" After a few more sips, Franklin suddenly turned to the mage and asked: "To be honest, I think that if it can be made and sold publicly, quite a few people will like this tea.
The taste of it.”
Obviously, even if this old businessman is in an unknown and dangerous situation, he always maintains his true character and strives for every profitable business opportunity.
"Of course it won't be sold." He glanced at the shrewd manager with a slightly amused look, but in fact the idea of large-scale production and sales of ivy leaves had already existed in Moriarty's mind, so he said calmly.
: "If the Doro Chamber of Commerce is interested, my Earth Studio may be able to jointly establish a workshop with you; I will provide the formula and part of the capital, Doro will be responsible for production and subsequent sales, and the profits will be distributed in proportion to the shares. I think
, this model is appropriate and beneficial to both you and me."
"Your suggestion is very wise, sir." Upon hearing this, the steward immediately felt happy.
Based on Franklin's many years of experience as a businessman, he can naturally be sure that "Ivy Leaf" will definitely cater to the sophisticated taste buds of many Erathian nobles. But as an ordinary person, he never imagined that the real market for this unique tea is in Bubu.
Among the incredibly wealthy mages in Lakada.
"As for the specific details, we can discuss them in detail after we return to Fort Ford."
After saying that, Moriarty nodded, got up, returned to his carriage, and began to meditate. Franklin, on the other hand, stayed alone by the campfire and began to draft a plan for the future black tea workshop.
Come on. Even the threat from the thieves was completely forgotten for a moment.
Nearly two hours later, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats broke through the tranquility of the night, galloping towards the circular carriage. Immediately, the alarmed Franklin and some awakened mercenary guards stood up and headed towards the direction of the sound.
Looking over, I quickly saw through the dim light that it was the two knights Camaro and Grant returning quickly.
As the two men approached quickly, a mercenary with strong night vision immediately discovered that the armor and helmets of the two knights were covered with dark spots and stains of varying sizes, as if they had taken a special shower.
It was like rain. And when they actually came to the chariot and dismounted, a strong smell of blood mixed with the invisible murderous intention coming from the knights immediately told everyone clearly and unmistakably that the dirt on the steel armor was really caused by
Made of dried flesh and blood.
"What's going on, Camaro Knight?" he shouted, calling the agitated mercenary to where he was, and the steward trotted to meet the seventh-level knight.
"The situation is very bad, Mr. Franklin. We found a large number of big-eared barbarian thieves about fifteen kilometers away in the north. And they are coming here quickly. It seems that we are the target." Comai
Luo did not take off his helmet, but simply inserted the long lance into the ground with a "click", then stepped forward and reported back to the opponent.
"A large batch? How much is the exact number?" Franklin tightened his fists and asked.
"Because it was night, we couldn't see clearly. Grant and I tried to attack from the flank of the thieves, but were soon forced back. According to my inference, the number of thieves should not be less than three hundred, or even
It may reach more than four hundred. And..." At this point, the seventh-level knight suddenly stopped talking, as if there was something more terrifying that he couldn't say.
"What else? Say it!" Franklin became anxious and shouted immediately.
"Moreover, we also found traces of ogres in the enemy's ranks." At this time, Grant on the side said in a deep voice.
"Ogre? 'Savage Totem'?" When he heard these three words, Franklin was stunned, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.
"Director Franklin, could it be that the goods transported by your caravan this time are so rare that they attracted one of the three hurricane giants to intercept them?" At this time, Moriarty, who had also arrived beside the two of them, asked in a deep voice.
"Impossible! I am the top person in charge of the caravan. I can guarantee that all the goods in the trucks are just common 'normal goods' on the market. As for this transportation, except that the total volume is a bit larger, there is nothing special about it.
The place." Franklin turned to look at Moriarty and explained immediately.
"Or is it just a coincidence?" Moriarty nodded to the steward and agreed with the other party's explanation.
"No, this is definitely not an accidental encounter." White said directly from behind: "More than three hundred big-eared barbarians have been gathered, plus an unknown number of ogres, not to mention that the enemy still has a privateering license.
The semi-official thieves group 'Savage Totem'. It is impossible for a military operation of this scale not to be confirmed and approved by the top brass of the thieves group in advance." As a former crossbowman and quasi-mid-level officer of the Dawn Fortress, White's military qualities have not changed due to his departure.
The legion had not even retreated at all, so he immediately judged.
"Mr. White is right. Such a large-scale thieves attack must have a preset target, and at this time, only our large caravan can meet the enemy's 'big appetite'." Grant immediately agreed with White.
the opinion of.
"In this way, the information about the caravan's departure was stolen in advance, and the news was notified to Savage Totem in advance, which prompted the thieves to move out in large numbers. It seems that someone wanted to use the thieves' hands to bury the entire caravan in the hurricane wasteland.
"At this time, Moriarty suddenly smiled coldly and said.
"It must be those bastards from the Mayflowers! Only these despicable villains can do such unscrupulous evil things." After hearing Moriarty's words, the Camaro immediately roared.
"Bastards, these traitors to humanity!" Grant and Huber on the side were also furious.
"Okay! Calm down, gentlemen! What is needed for all of us now is not to scold or curse like a shrew, but to figure out how to successfully survive the attack of the barbaric totem." Franklin's face was pale, but his voice was pale.
Still calm and strong: "So, Camaro Knight, how long do you estimate it will take for the thieves to arrive here?"
"The big-eared barbarians march faster, but the ogres are relatively slow. In the worst case, the enemy may launch the first wave of attacks on us in about an hour and a half." Camaro replied.
"An hour and a half?" After looking at the three knights and Moriarty and White around him, Franklin slightly raised his forehead and said: "Then, prepare to fight, gentlemen. In the hurricane wasteland, the caravan is
It is impossible to run faster than the thieves. Therefore, we must hold on to the camp no matter what. The only good thing is that the location here is close to the Sandos boundary river. As long as we can hold on until dawn tomorrow, we will have a chance to find a way to retreat to the south bank.
go."
"Yes, Franklin is in charge!" the three knights agreed in unison.
"Follow your command, Mr. Franklin." The battle was about to begin, and Moriarty said without hesitation.
Immediately, all members of the caravan were awakened. In their sleepy confusion, the news that a large number of thieves were about to attack was like a bucket of cold snow water, instantly washing away everyone's mind and nerves, making everyone immediately aware of the danger.
He woke up. But inevitably, a small commotion broke out among the people in the car castle, but it was immediately suppressed by the furious steward Franklin.
"Now, everyone who wants to return to Erathia alive, please listen carefully to me: what we are going to face is a group of extremely cruel and violent thieves. Maybe some of you have heard of this name, Savage Totem!"
Franklin looked at the bright and dark faces below expressionlessly, and shouted coldly.
"What? Savage Totem?"
"Those man-eating ogres!"
"Oh my God, we're going to be eaten alive."
Hearing these four words uttered from Franklin's mouth, everyone, including the mercenary guards, felt a bloody cold wind blowing through their skin, making them shiver.
"So, you should understand now that any cowardice, weakness, or cowardice will not buy the mercy of those bloodthirsty creatures, but will stimulate them to become more excited, cruel, and unscrupulous. If someone does not want to become tomorrow's eclipse
The breakfast of a human devil, from now on, cheer me up, grab any weapons I can find, resist, fight, and fight to the death!" After saying that, the steward glanced at everyone again and gave up his position to
Camaro.
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The competition is finally about to begin, let me vote first.
