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Chapter 211 The Cat's Bell

Chris wanted to give Reggie a surprise, but he didn't expect Reggie to give him a bigger surprise first.

The envoy of the Benlang Kingdom was beaten by Iron Skull until he lost his human form. Iron Skull understood the meaning of doubling, but did not consider the issue of how many times it should be doubled.

"Joining enemies far away and attacking enemies around you is a basic diplomatic strategy!" Chris shouted, "Don't you even understand this?"

"Of course I understand, making friends at a distance and attacking at home." Reggie took a sip of ale.

"Since you understand, why do you still do this?" Chris looked at Reggie helplessly, "Just because he injured Iron Skull? People in the Wolf Kingdom are like this. They are barbarians. Do you want to follow a group of barbarians?

Do you care about it to the end?”

"I have to argue!" Reggie didn't intend to make any concessions on this matter. "This is my territory. He injured my soldiers on my territory and humiliated them in extremely bad ways.

He and his soldiers were killed, and he must pay the price."

"The price is too painful!" Chris sighed, "They are heavier than those with iron skull injuries, and much heavier!"

"This is their own fault!"

There are some things that cannot be argued with Reggie. The safety and dignity of the people are the bottom line that Reggie cannot offend.

Chris tried his best to calm down. The first priority was to see if there was any room for relaxation with the messengers.

"Did they send a letter?"

"Sent it." Reggie handed the letter to Chris. Seeing that the seal on the mailbox was still intact, Chris said in surprise: "You don't even bother to take a look."

"Can you please be reasonable? They made it very clear that this letter is for His Royal Highness, and I do not have the authority to open the mailbox."

Chris opened the mailbox, and when he finished reading the letter, he gave up the idea of ​​trying to please the messenger.

"Has Iron Skull calmed down?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"If he doesn't calm down, let him beat these bastards again. They are going to die anyway."

Chris handed the letter to Reggie. The two short pages were full of contempt and insults. They treated Chris like a beggar and told their price of fifteen cities in a pitiful tone.

"The Kingdom of Lane only has thirty-seven cities in total, and they actually want fifteen. Are they crazy?"

Reggie smiled and said, "What was the result of the investigation?"

"Overall, it's good." Chris told Reggie about Abu's special ability. "Unexpectedly, you only need a piece of parchment to mark the enemy's movements. Now we must find a way to get Charlemagne to bring this piece of paper."

parchment."

"Well...it sounds a bit like a cat's bell."

"What is a cat?" Chris looked at Reggie in surprise, and Reggie made another common sense mistake.

There are no cats in this world, or to be precise, there are no pet cats. The smallest cat is a leopard from the Wolf Country. It weighs more than three hundred pounds and is obviously not suitable as a pet.

"It's an old story, how should I put it... There was a group of deer who wanted to send a bell to a lion. When they heard the sound of the bell, it meant that the lion was about to appear, so they would have a chance to escape,"

Reggie told this ancient fable in the most popular way possible, "Think about it, which deer can tie this bell around the lion's neck?"

"That's the crux of the problem," Chris said. "You have many capable wizards and elves at your disposal. I guess you can think of a way."

Reggie wanted Doranor and Sandre to sneak into the enemy's camp and hide the parchment in Charlemagne's personal belongings.

But Chris disagreed with this method: "Charlemagne would not let others get close to his personal belongings easily, and he would change a set of clothes every day, from underwear to outerwear, all personal clothes would be changed."

"Where's his sword?" Reggie said. "We can hide the parchment in the scabbard."

"That's even more impossible," Chris shook his head. "Charlemagne never lets anyone touch his sword, not even the woman sleeping next to him."

"Maybe it doesn't have to be his own thing, it could be his horse, and we could hide the parchment under the saddle."

Chris still disagreed: "Charlemagne has a special mysophobia. His horses have to be bathed once a day. Even if they are hidden under the saddle, they are still easily discovered."

"Then start with his guards, or start with Andrew and Spindu, or just find any soldier..."

"This is not safe. We don't know who will go to war and who will stay in the military camp."

The two discussed it for a long time, but still couldn't find a perfect solution.

In order to ease his mood, Reggie deliberately changed the topic: "How should we deal with the envoy from the Benlang Kingdom?"

"Needless to say?" Chris said, "Of course I will kill them!"

"Kill them?" Reggie was startled, "Is this necessary?"

"Of course, they are from the Benlang Country! They can draw maps!"

"If you can draw a map...do you have to kill him?" Reggie made another common sense mistake.

When you come to a place, you can draw a map of that place. This is the special skill of the Wolf Runners. The reason why they have developed such extraordinary skills is mainly due to the extremely harsh living environment of the Runlang Country.

Seventy percent of the land of Benlang Country is composed of desert and Gobi, and the remaining 30% is wilderness. The people make a living as nomads, migrating with water and grass every year.

Although the territory is vast, there are only four cities in the Benlang Kingdom. There are no mountains or rivers to mark the geographical location on the land of the Benlang Kingdom. It is also difficult to find fixed roads and landmark buildings. Each tribe and even each family has its own unique characteristics.

They have their own unique nomadic route, and the route changes every three to five years. In order to adapt to the harsh living conditions, all werewolves have mastered a valuable survival skill, which is to draw maps.

Especially the nobles of the Benlang Kingdom. Their people often leave their territory, but as long as they are still in the Benlang Kingdom, the nobles can trace the traces of their people with the help of maps. Before they learn to write, the children of the nobles

Having learned how to draw a map, it has become the instinct of a werewolf to draw a local map immediately when arriving at a place.

"If you want to be an enemy of the Benlang Kingdom, you must kill their envoys. This is the consensus of all countries," Chris said. "You don't know how many days this group of people have been in your territory, and you don't know either."

You will know how much he knows about your territory. After they draw the map, you will be like a stripped girl, standing naked in front of the werewolf."

"You can strip them naked when you say they're naked, it's not that exaggerated!" Reggie said, "I really want to see what they are capable of. If the painting is good enough, I will let them live."

Reggie took Chris to the hospital and found that Lugeon was even more seriously injured.

He touched Camilla's butt, and she broke two ribs. Camilla was about to break his hand, but Reggie stopped him in time.

"Fortunately, I left you this hand and a chance to save my life." Reggie looked at Lu Geang with pity.

Lugeon didn't appreciate it. He looked directly into Reggie's eyes with a provocative smile on his face.

"Don't say nice things, I know you will definitely kill me." It seems that he also understands the special situation of the werewolves very well, "I injured your orc, and you also beat me half to death. No matter what,

This matter has been cleared up. I am the leader of the Gray Wolf clan, and my status is higher than that of the Duke. You should let me die with some dignity!"

Reggie admired his bloody spirit and became more candid in his communication.

"Draw a map, a map of my territory. If you draw it well enough, I will release you and your subordinates."

"You are testing me, right?" Lu Ge'ang said with a smile, "If I draw a map of Broken Snow City, you will definitely kill me and silence me, right?"

Reggie said: "Why should I test you? Why don't I just kill you? Killing you is the safest choice."

Lu Geang hesitated for a while and said: "If I draw the map, will you really let me go?"

"Then it depends on whether your painting skills can satisfy me."

"I have injuries on my body, I'm afraid it will have some impact."

"Just do your best, your desire for life should enable you to overcome the pain."

Lugeang sat down at the table with difficulty and began to draw the map. He needed to use good parchment, quills of different thicknesses, and ink of different colors. Because of the pain, his hands were shaking a little, Camille

La gave him a lot of herbal medicine to make him insist on finishing the map.

It took nine hours, and half of the map was finally completed.

The reason why I only drew half of the picture is because Luge Ang has only seen half of Reggie's territory, and he has not seen the territory north of Broken Snow City.

But this half of the map was enough to make Reggie dumbfounded and amazed.

There are two kinds of maps in the world, one is called the map, and the other is called the map of Benlang Kingdom.

Ordinary maps can only be called tools, while Werewolf's maps are real works of art.

On this map, you can see not just geographical markers, not just buildings and roads, you can see the scenery of every place immersed in it.

"This is a gathering place for new residents. This old lady is repairing her roof, and this young man is chasing the girl. Oh my god!" Reggie was stunned. It was hard to imagine that a vulgar man could be so wonderful.

Painters, everyone can understand such a map. With this map, a person can easily visit every corner on the map.

"You see," Chris laughed, "this map is enough to strip you naked."

Reggie pulled Chris outside and whispered: "What would happen if I dedicated this map to Charlemagne?"

"Why did you give it to Charlemagne? Are you crazy? If you gave it to him..." Chris was startled, and suddenly understood what Reggie meant, "If you gave it to him, during the war, he would take this

Always keep this map with you."


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