"I heard that the United Kingdom of Crulod is rich in fine red crystals. If you want to pay ransom, please use top-quality crystal stones instead. I will settle the settlement with Doro in private." Ignoring Margaret and Mori who looked troubled.
Artie looked at the caravan steward and the old werewolf and said.
"Absolutely, no problem." As for the distribution of the ransom, Franklin originally planned to split it 50-50 with the mage. After all, the survival of the caravan and himself until now was almost entirely dependent on Moriarty's presence, so he immediately agreed.
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"It can be done." Clausewitz didn't mind paying the ransom in red crystals. At least there were many top-grade red crystals in stock in Wolfgang's warehouse, so it would be easy to take them out to replace the ransom.
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Soon, the five wolf cavalrymen who would immediately return to the headquarters to report the news were selected by the old wolfman. After bringing a short message written by Clausewitz and Margaret's beautiful signature with a heroic atmosphere, the five wolf cavalrymen
The wolf cavalry forced their way back to the north bank of the Sandos River before dusk, and disappeared into the distant wilderness under the gaze of all humans and werewolves.
After seeing off the messenger, Doro and Longinus set up camp on the south bank, waiting for the caravan to cross Santos early tomorrow morning.
After fighting fiercely for almost a day and night, and experiencing continuous hard battles and the test of death pressure, once they relaxed, most of the Doro caravan members could no longer hold on, and one by one they randomly found a position with the wind and were about to lie down.
Franklin, regardless of fatigue, ordered the bonfire to be lit first, and then let his men lie down near the fire. And because Longinus's wolf cavalry had become the escort of the caravan, including Grant,
He and Huber can sleep peacefully, regain their energy and regain their strength as soon as possible.
Only Moriarty and White seemed to be energetic and not tired at all. It was unknown whether it was because they had consumed endurance supplement potions.
Because he wanted to protect the safety of Doro's caravan and fulfill his promise, Clausewitz directly combined Longinus' camp with Doro. The more than forty wolf cavalry were divided into five groups and began to
Take turns to provide round-the-clock, non-stop patrols and alerts for the caravan.
As if not wanting to disturb the rest of the other Doro people, Moriarty and White left the camp, raised a small bonfire on a large protruding rock slab by the river bank, and then cooked some broth and set it up.
After a few grilled sausages, the two of them actually started drinking wine.
"That Varyosha, is he really a mixture of elf and Beamon? ...cough cough." White poured a large cup of Lester down his throat in one breath. Unexpectedly, it touched the injury on his chest, and he couldn't help but cough again and again.
"Yes, if you are not Behemoth, you will not go crazy, and if you are not an elf, you will not whisper." Moriarty nodded and glanced at White's face with concern: "It seems that Behemoth Shaman has left you a big memory."
Although the Shield of Thorns is powerful, its self-destruction is too great."
"That old ogre is really a person. Just like you, he can be regarded as a dual professional of magic and martial arts. If he hadn't been so eager to save people and broke into the carriage alone, we might not have had the chance to keep him."
"Indeed." Moriarty picked up a sausage that had been roasted and dripping with oil, handed it to White, and suppressed the alcohol in his chest: "In fact, you should also have discovered that the Gordon Shaman of Savage Totem and the
Wolfgang’s Adjutant Clausewitz, very similar.”
"After you said it, it's really true..." After hearing this, White couldn't help but be stunned, and a light suddenly lit up in his eyes.
"The top 'veterans' with rich experience and strong strength suddenly appeared in the thieves group, acting as auxiliary deputies. What does this mean?" Moriarty asked with a chuckle.
"Either Krolod's military leaders have gone crazy and started squandering the most precious senior officer resources without restraint; otherwise, it means that Krolod is already preparing for the next war and is now actively relying on
'Veterans' impart valuable battlefield experience to potential new generation commanders." White blurted out without thinking.
"You were once a soldier, right? Mr. White." Before White could finish his words, the old werewolf was already carrying half of a wild snow antelope he had just killed, and was slowly walking towards the big rock slab. Behind him
Also following Margaret.
"Not bad." White stood up, took the washed and peeled delicacy from Clausewitz's hand, then walked to Moriarty and sat down, leaving his previous position to the other party.
"Would you like a drink, Old Crow?" Moriarty took out two more tin cups and an unopened bottle of Garcia wine from his space pocket. This was the product that Mathil passed through the Ensberg family a year ago.
The caravan sent it here on my behalf.
"Erasiya's Cabernet Wine? It's very good. I haven't paid for this kind of nectar-like wine for many years." Without any sense of unfamiliarity or politeness, Clausewitz smiled slightly and said,
He took the wine bottle and, like a best wine drinker, began to look through the color of the wine in the glass bottle by the light of the fire.
"Please take a seat, Miss Margaret." Moriarty also made an invitation gesture to the female werewolf beside her, who then sat down quietly.
"Let me open the bottle, okay?" At this time, the old werewolf suddenly looked at Moriarty and said, "In the manner of a Crow Lord soldier."
"Of course." After hearing this, Moriarty laughed and seemed to be looking forward to it. On the other side, White, who was cutting up the bones of the snow antelope and putting them on the skewers one by one, also stopped what he was doing.
Focused on this.
Without any more words, Clausewitz slowly handed the bottle to his left hand, and at the same time gently placed his right hand on the handle of his saber. Then, as if a cold moonlight cut through thousands of miles of darkness and clouds,
Suddenly descending on the banks of the Sandos River, the old werewolf's scimitar was seen sliding through the air in a curve more graceful than a rainbow, and then like the stingiest miser, he immediately sheathed the sword's light, which was like a glimpse of a giant.
From the beginning to the end, it seemed that the old werewolf just struck a very fast knife into the empty void. But when Moriarty took the bottle again at the other party's signal, what he saw was made of glass.
There was a thin mark on the mouth of the bottle that was thinner than a hair. Then, Moriarty stretched out his index finger and flicked it against the mouth of the bottle. There was a soft "pop" sound, and the glass mouth immediately flew out and fell, and the glass was broken.
The edge of the opened wine bottle mouth is smoother and more delicate than a diamond carefully polished by a turner.
"Is this the 'triumph' of the classical wolf cavalry? It's so beautiful!" Moriarty raised his head, looked at the old werewolf, and praised loudly.
"Thank you." The old werewolf nodded lightly, and then sat down slowly: "Mr. Moriarty, you seem to be very familiar with many of Crow Lord's traditions and allusions. Can you tell me why? You know, even if
Many young people in the United Kingdom are no longer interested in the past history of Crow Lord."
"I have said before that I am a history buff and have some knowledge of military affairs. The most valuable historical and cultural system on the continent is the ancient Elf Empire and the later Great Behemoth Empire." Moriarty laughed.
He smiled, filled the four glasses with wine, and then raised the glasses: "Cheers to peace and friendship."
"Cheers." Although Moriarty's toast was a little far-fetched and too beautiful, the other three people still raised their glasses together and clinked them with each other.
"But, isn't your profession a mage? Why do you like these? Also, you should also have the level of a warrior profession, right?" Clausewitz drank down his wine in one gulp, and then took it without changing his expression.
The wine bottle was filled again, and he asked at the same time.
"Everything is for survival, and of course it's out of interest." Moriarty shrugged easily.
"So, what is your goal in the future? Become a powerful mage, a profound scholar, a wealthy dignitary, or become a professional soldier?" the old werewolf asked again.
"Maybe they will, maybe they won't." Moriarty thought for a while and told the truth, even though such truth sounded like lies.
After hearing Moriarty's answer, Clausewitz did not continue to ask any more questions, but just sipped the wine in his glass. The atmosphere around the campfire fell into silence for a while.
"Mr. Moriarty, you are a mage. Are you traveling with Doro's caravan this time?" After a while, the female werewolf suddenly put down her wine glass and asked.
"No, I am going to Erathia to deal with some matters." Moriarty shook his head and handed a grilled sausage to the other party: "Soon, we will return to Bracada."
"Thank you." Margaret thanked her and took it, but did not eat it: "Then will you consider coming to Krolod for development in the future? If a powerful mage like you joins, I think my father will be very happy.
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"Your father?" Moriarty smiled slightly at the female werewolf's sudden solicitation.
"Ah, my father is also a wolf cavalry officer... I think magic is really helpful for military operations, so if you can join our Krulod military, you will definitely get the greatest respect and the best treatment.
What's more, your magic crossbow is so powerful." Margaret seemed to deliberately avoid the identity of her father, but continued to encourage the mage enthusiastically.
"Maybe, maybe I will go to Crowroad." Moriarty thought for a moment, and instead of simply refusing, he replied in a virtual tone: "But even if I get there, I want to do
But it’s not about being a magician.”
"What is your wish?" Margaret was slightly stunned.
"Rebuilding 'Yulong', that is the truly powerful 'magic'." Moriarty suddenly smiled and said to the old werewolf: "If such a day comes, can I invite you to come and help me, Clausewius?
Staff Officer Ci?”
"You said that the general staff is the brain, so who will the sword of the brain you established point at?" The old werewolf looked at Moriarty without giving in and asked in a deep voice.
"I don't have a target yet, but there is always no shortage of enemies or enemies. What do you think?" Moriarty raised his glass to the old werewolf.
"Humph!" Clausewitz snorted coldly and was silent for a moment, but finally clinked his glasses with Moriarty.
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Thanks to "The Laughing Hero", "The White Rabbit Is Not Me", "I Only Vote", and "Ice Pick" and other book friends for their rewards. At the same time, the "Lucifer★Heaven" brother's reminder vote was also won
