Chapter 167: Arrogant and Overbearing

  Qianjin nodded, this was the second time he had heard someone mention the requirement of becoming a city lord. Last time it was Fabredis who mentioned something similar, but General Feng's conditions for becoming a city lord seemed to be much more difficult.

  "Come on!" General Feng shook his brown cloak and walked forward in big strides, saying: "When going to the Demon Clan, we must have an identity, right? Perhaps this time it's really luck, as the Earth Castle rarely has merchant teams passing by, but coincidentally there is one this time."

  "Caravan?" Qian Jin couldn't help but feel that the atmosphere was really good. Caravans, whether they were from the Zhen Ce Empire in the east of the mainland or the Mozu tribe in the west, or even the Manzu tribe to the north of the Mozu and Zhen Ce Empire, all treated caravans with great care.

  The demon tribe's tea leaves, tobacco and spices as well as many fruits are all necessities for the people of the Zhen Ce Empire. At the same time, the demon tribe also needs the Zhen Ce Empire's ceramics, glass and various textiles.

  Even though the demon tribe and the true strategy imperial citizens have blood flowing through their bones with mutual hatred, they will not resist the exchange economy of the merchant team. They just made clear regulations on weapons, food, magic crystals, and other military supplies, absolutely cannot sell these military supplies.

  Of course, the profits of these smuggled goods are naturally much higher. Whether it's the demons or the humans of the Zhen Strategy Dynasty, they all risk being beheaded to engage in these high-return goods.

  In the open area not far from the earthen fort, more than 20 large carts pulled by two horses were parked nearby. More than 40 men and women holding long guns, steel knives, wearing leather armor and iron armor, vigilantly looked around.

  "Even in the vicinity of a military camp with a large army guarding it, they can maintain such vigilance." Gan Jing couldn't help but look up at the mercenary group escorting the goods in front of him, and at the same time, he secretly wondered what this batch of goods was. They even found an expert to pretend to be a carman?

  He didn't go to see the carter sitting in the third big cart, but after two years of training in the mountains and valleys and the endless world of Xishan, he had developed a kind of wild instinct. The man wearing a saw-toothed grass hat and a coarse linen carter's clothes looked no different from an ordinary carter, yet gave him an inexplicable sense of danger.

  Beyond the third cart driver's line of sight, a bright red suddenly burst forth from this dusty and laborious caravan.

  The fourth carriage had not only a coachman, but also a young female magician in red robes that had been specially tailored to be more form-fitting and artistic than the usual loose-fitting robes.

  A goose egg-sized ruby, inlaid at the top of a beautifully carved red wooden staff, with thin silver plates decorating the staff, anyone who takes a glance can feel its extraordinary value.

  The female magician felt the stern gaze, and with her magic wand, she gently lifted the wide-brimmed magic hat, revealing a beautiful melon-shaped face. Her long black hair fell smoothly on her slightly raised chest, and a hint of pride was visible between her eyebrows.

  Dryad understood the source of this young female magician's pride, the three golden stars on her chest symbolizing that she was a third-level magician. Although there is still a long way to go before becoming a tenth-level magician or even surpassing a tenth-level magician as a great magician, at her age it is already quite rare.

  A slightly stout man, wearing a long robe with a gold coin pattern, jumped down from the carriage and ran to General Feng, with a merchant's professional smile on his face, nodding and bowing: "General, can you please check our goods quickly? Otherwise, we'll be delayed and our small shop won't be able to afford it."

  A small pouch containing gold coins had been slipped into the hands of General Feng's long, billowy sleeves while he was bowing and nodding in greeting.

  Qianjin watched with repeated admiration, this move of bribing with money was as smooth as a cloud flowing in the sky, just like the warriors' training in cutting knife skills, it had already reached the point of being almost instinctual.

  Three thousand households at this time also looked in different directions, pretending not to see the merchant's bribery. It was also a very hard thing for Bian Junping, and finding some pocket money from the merchant team had become an unwritten rule. The leaders of the merchant teams were also very aware of these things.

  The General of the Wind swung his sleeves back, straightened his waist slightly, and nodded with a happy smile at the three thousand households, then shifted his gaze back to the leader of the merchant group: "Boss Liang has always been a legitimate businessman in my true Zhenge Empire, I have always deeply believed this. This time, brother, there is a small matter that I would like to trouble Boss Liang with, do you...

  "What are the general's orders? Just say the word." Mr. Liang hastily bowed his waist, his eyes smiling into a thin line: "I don't know, what is it, General?"

  "It's nothing big." General Feng raised his hand and pointed at the three of them: "These three kids' families had a favor to ask of me before. Isn't this what it means to grow up, wanting to go out into the world? I'd like to ask Old Master Liang if he has any interest in hiring these three kids as bodyguards for once, and also let them broaden their horizons."

  "Hmph! A few more low-level warriors looking to make some mercenary fees!"

  A clear and crisp voice, with a strong and proud tone, floated out of the thin red lips of the female magician from the fourth large carriage, causing many mercenaries to nod in secret.

  "Ah Bei Jia!" Mr. Liang turned his head and glared at the female magician, a smile spreading across his face once again. He slowly straightened his back, which would normally be bent in greeting, and walked up to the three warriors, saying: "I don't know, what's the strength of these three warriors? We're going to the Demon Clan this time, and as you know, there are many bandits on that side..."

  Ai Bi Jia's thin lips curled up high, probably enough to hang a soy sauce bottle, her brown shiny eyes with disdain and arrogance. As the youngest magician of Yongliu Water Crystal Magic Tower, she has not yet entered the Advanced Magic Academy, but has already been absorbed by the Yongliu Magic Guild. This time, it's just an outing for training, why bother to care about the faces of a few low-ranking warriors?

  The mercenaries responsible for guarding nodded in unison. Although the demon tribe also had a "Demon Canon" that prohibited the plundering of human merchant caravans, there were still many demon mercenaries or adventurers who would occasionally play the role of bandits and rob the merchant caravans of the Zhen Ce Empire. Such incidents of merchant caravans being robbed in demon territory did occur from time to time.

  Guarding such a large convoy, the mercenaries were already feeling somewhat strained and worried. With these three new warriors added to their ranks, what if they encountered battle? Wouldn't they have to split up to protect them?

  For a moment, the mercenaries' faces didn't look good, and a hint of resistance appeared between their eyebrows.

  His eyebrows were raised in a fierce song, as the descendant of the Burning Road family, he had to fight against even the Bloodline Warriors, and couldn't bear the condescending gaze of others.

  The demonic warrior's aura burst out of the body of Fierce Song of the Burning Path! The coachman, who was sitting on the carriage with a grass hat covering half his face, shuddered slightly, and two cold lights shot out from the dark shadow under the grass hat.

  The vigilant mercenaries' eyes that were watching all around also focused on Burning Road's body in an instant, shocked and unsure of what to say.

  Demon-slaying warrior! A demon-slaying warrior so young?! The fatty on Boss Liang's face jumped up and down, his small eyes bursting with unbelievable light, secretly shocked in his heart: He thought this was just the border army sending three people to swindle their wages, but unexpectedly one of them is a demon-slaying warrior!

  In just an instant, the conflicting emotions between the mercenaries' eyebrows disappeared. In this life-or-death profession, strength is the best calling card! Regardless of the other two's abilities, at least one demon-slaying warrior can join, which is a huge boost to their combat power.

  "Good, good, good!" Boss Liang raised his thumb and said with a smile: "The person introduced by General Feng is naturally a strong one."

  The Wind General smiled leisurely without saying a word, thinking to himself: You've seen the strength of one Burning Road Crazy Song and you're satisfied? If I let you see the strength of Duan Feng Er and this Qian Jin, I'm afraid you wouldn't agree to them joining the merchant group. Three young people as strong as this, joining a small merchant group, even an idiot would know there's something fishy going on.

  Qian Jing felt General Feng's gaze and hastily nodded in understanding of what he was worried about.

  Mr. Liang looked at Feng Tu Kuang Ge again, and his eyes were obviously different from before. Even the degree of bowing was much greater than before.

  As a businessman, one must have an eye for investment. Boss Liang has great confidence in this regard. At such a young age, he is already a demon-slaying warrior, and it's clear that his future development won't be lowly. If you don't take the opportunity to get close to him while his value is still low, it will be difficult to do so once his value rises later on.

  "What is this warrior's name?"

  Mr. Liang said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his sleeve, and Duan Feng's eyes lit up instantly. He reached out and snatched the cigarettes, saying: "He's called Wind One, I'm called Wind Two, and that one's called Wind Three. Wind One doesn't smoke, luckily I do, so your kind intention won't go to waste. Hmm? The quality of these cigarettes... isn't as good as those I got recently~~ never mind! Having something to smoke is enough!"

  Mr. Liang's slightly pale face turned a bit greenish, these names that were obviously pseudonyms could be understood, many great warriors had done similar work before they became famous, but later didn't want people to know, and would use fake names.

  It's just... what Boss Liang is heartbroken about is that pack of cigarettes, originally intended to befriend a young demon hunter, but unexpectedly taken away by a warrior who isn't even a demon hunter, and to make matters worse, he even said the quality of the cigarettes was poor!

  "Do you think it's easy to get cigarettes of gold quality?" Boss Liang had a smile on his face, but was secretly cursing Da Feng Er "I'm lucky if I can even get my hands on these silver-quality cigarettes!"

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