Chapter 577 578. A mixed bag
Haxo gave Lan En a different feeling.
When they met for the first time in the city of Sintra, in his eyes, the palace steward was still a person who dressed exquisitely, pursued etiquette, and was very easy to let his mind wander.
To put it simply: a manager who is not difficult to contact.
But now, looking at those smiling eyes, Lan En felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.
This guy is a bit dangerous.
The badge did not vibrate, and his body did not change at all, so this feeling of 'danger' was not caused by strength.
But thoughts.
There was no time for Lan En to continue observing. After a simple shake of hands, Haxor turned around and walked towards the back with a smile.
"Everyone, please come with me. We still have to discuss how to go next. The road is going to be difficult."
As he spoke, his figure disappeared into the dark shadows of the woods.
Beside him, a half-grown young man who looked like a knight's squire was writing and drawing on a notepad with a quill. He looked like Hackthor's notekeeper, about to write his Every word and deed is recorded.
Huckthorne's son, Stuart, and his sergeants were the first to follow him into the shadows.
“Let me tell you, these nobles’ obsession with style will never be lost until the day the world is destroyed, right?”
Dandelion leaned against a tree trunk with all its leaves. Go up, said rather sarcastically.
"Even at this level, our Wang family manager still kept a recordkeeper for himself. He probably wanted to record all his deeds during this difficult period and keep it as a biography. Hey, there is no way. Who can take it? Why are there so many people moving forward? "
The poet waved his hands, then huddled up next to the roots of the tree and began to rest.
Although he was with the demon hunters, he neither wanted to go to a discussion like this that was a bit like a military meeting, nor was anyone asking him to go.
Ciri also leaned against Dandelion at Geralt’s urging, keeping each other warm.
White Wolf now wishes that the little girl would stop attracting any attention. It would be best for everyone to forget her existence for the next moment.
The claim of the Princess of Sintra is indeed of great importance and involves a wide range of things.
Lan En took out a blanket from the alchemy leather bag and put it on both of them with the little girl's grateful eyes.
And just a blanket is a good thing in this war-torn world.
Then the three demon hunters, as important combat forces, also followed to discuss matters.
This place has living tools such as tents and pots and pans.
After all, it is a refugee group of several hundred people, and it cannot be as crude as a single person surviving.
When it’s time to eat, at least these pots and pans will be enough to warm your mouth.
Haxor, his sons and soldiers, as well as the witchers all have tents.
Dandelion and Ciri were resting outside just to catch their breath temporarily.
There are already many people in the tent, some wearing glasses, some with sabers, some wearing turbans, scholars, businessmen, mercenaries, and sergeants. It is inevitable that the refugee group will be mixed. .
The sudden and rapidly developing war situation has obviously swept through everyone in the country of Sintra, from all walks of life and from all walks of life.
All the knowledgeable and resourceful people in the refugee group are gathered here.
As soon as the three demon hunters came in, the entire space in the tent became a lot more crowded.
The medium-weight armor of the Wolf School is okay, but the heavy armor of the Bear School is really burly, and Lan En is even more burly at the superhuman level.
“We need to send out scouts quickly to take a look at the border.”
As soon as the witchers came in, they heard Stewart's voice.
The knight, who was younger than Lan En, pointed at the map on the table and said decisively.
"We have no military information, everyone." "We don't know who the Nilfgaardians are entangled with nearby, where their camp is stationed, and where the next battle is most likely to occur. It’s faster to rush straight to the border stupidly, but you will die just as quickly.”
The truth and logic make sense, but for a group of refugees, this is still the case. Hard to accept.
"So in order to avoid the Nilfgaardians, we have to send scouts to get close to the Nilfgaardians first!?"
A guy who barely maintained his dignity and looked like a businessman said with wide eyes. doubt.
"What's the difference between this and 'We are afraid of death, so we won't be afraid if we die first'?"
"The difference is that you don't have to die!"
Stuart fiercely He turned around and looked at the businessman with a face that was too calm for his age, causing him to choke on his words in an instant.
"The ones who died are my soldiers! They will ride on fast horses and go out to explore without any marks. If they encounter Nilfgaardians, they will die! If they don't encounter them, they will come back alive and report the route! Do you understand?"
So the businessman reluctantly opened his mouth, but could say nothing.
The sound of "bang" was the muffled sound of a heavy steel scepter hitting the ground.
Haxo made this sound with the scepter of the Mayor of Sintra, while the clerk beside him was writing furiously from the beginning and never stopped.
“So.”
The former royal steward nodded to the demon hunters with a smile, as if he didn't even hear the bloody taste of this plan in his son's mouth.
“Thanks to the more than twenty new horses brought by the master demon hunters, we have a lot more cavalry, so we can consider this method.”
Demon Hunting People nodded back to him.
Lan En's size did not cause much trouble here, because the people here have devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the matter of 'survival'.
What's more, the Demon Hunters are a mysterious and rare group, and the abrupt body shape seems to many people to be quite consistent with their status.
Immediately afterwards, Haxo turned his head and faced the businessman who asked the question again.
"Mr. Hilton, the next plan has been made clear, so I won't hide it anymore."
"I invite you here this time because I want you to bring your caravan together. All the supplies were taken out, and the caravan’s guards also participated in our daily security work.”
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly became solid.
The stiffness on Hilton's face instantly turned into fierceness.
"What do you mean, my lord?"
He shouted 'my lord' respectfully, but his eyes had already begun to scan Haxo's unarmored body, and his hands retracted into his broad body. in the cuffs.
No one doubts that there will be a sharp dagger in the sleeve.
Lan En also noticed that a guy dressed as a mercenary was also creeping his hands from his body to the hilt of the sword at his waist like a spider.
A group of refugees who are very likely to be hacked to death by the Nilfgaardians in the sunshine tomorrow are still struggling with the gain and loss of their goods, and one mercenary seems to be worried about what the merchant can give him. There are many, and they are ready to betray the leader of the refugee group.
This may seem counterintuitive, but it actually makes sense.
After all, the world has not been destroyed yet. After all, this is just a war that affects several countries.
Money still circulates in the world and can be spent.
There are always many people who are willing to risk death for money.
Even now, it is no different.
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(End of this chapter)