Chapter 36 He who knows the current affairs is a hero
The next day.
Yeats followed the Starlight Caravan on a journey to the Jueling Mountains.
Lena attaches great importance to this business trip. There are more than forty beasts of burden carrying goods alone, including camels, mules, horses, and giant goats, loaded with silk, tea, jewelry, potions, and food.
In the social structure of the North, intermarriage between Yisu, humans, and orcs abounds. However, racial conflicts are not intense, and the slavery system is mainly adopted.
Chiefs, warriors, freedmen, and slaves constituted the four major classes in the North.
In the North, the human chiefs can have a feast with the orc chiefs; while in the Golden Lion, the northerners are regarded as barbarians who must be eradicated.
Although the Northern Territory is regarded as a barbarian by the Golden Lion Kingdom, luxury culture has become common among the noble circles in the Northern Territory, and silk, tea, and jewelry can all find good sales.
Yeats was riding on a docile thoroughbred horse that Lena carefully selected for him, looking at the footprints left by the pack team as they climbed the winding mountain road.
The carrying capacity of horse-drawn carriages is several times higher than that of beasts of burden. The main reason why horse-drawn carriages are not used is that the trade route in the Jueling Mountains is too difficult to travel, and transportation costs have skyrocketed.
Not all merchants have the courage to trade across mountains like Lena, but once this deal is completed, the Starlight Chamber of Commerce will surely become the leader in the guild.
"Magic props such as dimensional pockets and storage backpacks are not something ordinary mages can covet, let alone caravans..." Yeats thought to himself, "The transportation capacity of this world is still relatively primitive. ”
Gray sat on another packhorse, bored, and asked Yeats about the local tax laws of the Golden Lion Kingdom.
“According to the tax laws established by the lord, the local lord has the right to tax all caravans passing through this place. Even as long as the goods fall from the carriage, the lord has the right to take possession of the dropped goods. Yes!”
Yeats was surprised: “Do you still know the tax law?”
Gray said proudly: "I understand a little bit."
Yeats: "Very good, when I formulate a new tax law in Morning Frost Ridge, you will be the first to come to me as a consultant!"
Merchant's status in today's society is very low, and the nobles try every means to squeeze money from them.
If Chenshuang Ridge wants to develop into a town, it must first rely on this group of businessmen.
Because my territory is located in the cold zone, the agricultural prospects are not ideal... Yeats secretly said... Therefore, in addition to developing industry, we can also reduce taxes for merchants and promote trade as appropriate.
For this trip, Lena used all her security forces and spent a lot of money to hire the Valkyrie Hilud and her team.
The mighty transport team is traveling on the left side of the road, and on the right is a convoy of more than thirty people. The eagle-helmeted woman rode a white horse and walked at the front of the team, guarded by a small group of her trusted followers.
Yeats looked at her back and thought: "Now Hilud should be able to kill the three-ringed Night Bishop on his own. I only need to prepare some targeted potions, and the raw materials are purchased from the caravan on the spot. Just..."
It's getting more and more skewed day by day.
Dusk envelopes the vast mountains, and looking back, we can no longer see the Morning Frost Ridge behind us.
The pack team has walked more than thirty miles and has not yet officially entered the mountains. The majestic and majestic snow-capped mountains stand firmly in front of us.
On this day, we encountered several groups of wandering enemies, all of which were monsters that moved to the outskirts of the mountains as the cold wave approached. The first few goblin teams were small and insignificant, until a group of hungry gnolls targeted the merchants. The roar of the team caused the beasts of burden to panic a little, but they were quickly annihilated by the guards led by Herod.
Yeats witnessed with his own eyes the fighting style of Shilud's team: the Argonian herald swung his giant sword with both hands and broke the waist of a gnoll; another half-orc slashed a long-handled battle axe. , split the gnoll's head in half, and red and white things splashed across the wilderness.
Yeats hissed.
These veterans of the Ironsworn Guard focus on one battle, which is great!
Compared with her subordinates, Hilud's fighting style appears elegant and cold. She holds a slender and sharp stabbing sword with a ring-shaped handle. Every blow pokes at the eyeballs, neck, heart and other vital points. After the jackal leader fell, he waved his stabbing sword indifferently and shook away the blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
A line of victory settlement automatically came to Yeats's mind. Have you felt it? What is Michaela's sharp blade...
The setting sun is like blood.
Night is about to rise, and the caravan is stationed in an abandoned watchtower, waiting for the sunrise before setting off.
The auxiliary personnel accompanying the team set up a large pot and cooked food, and smoke curled up from the cooking pot.
The wolf girl Lena took the initiative to come to Yeats and said with a smile: "How did you feel on the first day? I regret it now. It's too late to rush back to Chenshuang Ridge. I won't be able to send people to protect me when we reach the Jueling Mountains." You're back."
Yeats smiled slightly: "I feel good, I'm looking forward to this trip to the north."
As for why Yeats made a special trip to the north, Lai said. Na didn't ask, thinking that everyone has their own secrets. She glanced at the eagle-helmeted woman next to her and said, "Are you very interested in this watchtower?"
Hilud's eyes under the eagle-helmet frequently looked at the wall and ruins, and whispered:< br>
“This watchtower was the place where the Golden Lion King and the Iron Arm King launched the Battle of Morning Frost Ridge. Although the Golden Lion won a great victory at that time, the place has gradually been abandoned. It is a pity that this strategic place Important place..."
"I have often heard that Lord Sirud has an extraordinary ability to rule over people, and his vision is indeed extraordinary." Lena invited, "You must also be proficient in King's Chess. Why don't you play a game with me before dinner?"
King's Chess is said to be a chess game invented by the Black Knight, the god of strategy. The rules are exactly the same as chess.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Hillud's face, and she excused herself on the grounds of warning her surroundings.
Lena was a little confused and turned around and said: "Young Master Yeats, did I offend her by what I just said?"
Yeats smiled coquettishly...I don't blame you for this, after all. No one knows that Herod is a bad chess player.
Her chess skills were so bad that after she lost, she picked up the chessboard and hit someone!
The night is already dark.
Dark night shrouded the camp under the watchtower, and several sentries were on duty.
The priestess in black clothes and veil was hidden outside the camp, her eyes fixed on the tent. After half a day of observation, the priestess was able to conclude that the richly dressed and handsome aristocratic young man did not possess extraordinary strength.
The festival is approaching, and unstable factors cannot be allowed to enter the mountains. To do this, it is necessary to cause chaos in this caravan.
Assassination, the priesthood of the Dark Night Goddess, the priestess, as an assassin who believes in the Dark Night Goddess, is extremely confident in her own skills. Even the three-ring strong men cannot detect her existence.
The night hid her whereabouts, her body was shrouded in a layer of magic like a black veil, and she came to the camp quietly.
The priestess held her breath and put her hand on the corner of the curtain. Suddenly her pupils shrank, and fierce murderous intent came from it!
Sweat dripping down her back, the priestess quickly retreated and heard the conversation in the camp.
"Yeats, there is an assassin!"
"How did you know?"
"The dragonborn's intuition!"
The priestess's heart was cold and she was trying to use the invisibility state As he slipped away, he saw a snow-white owl flying out of the tent.
The owl's yellow eyes are bright, as if it can detect magic fluctuations and fan out two sharp rays of light.
It's actually moonlight? !
The priestess's complexion suddenly turned pale. Although the moon blade missed, the veil of the dark night was broken by the moonlight, and the invisibility was forced to be lifted, leaving nothing to hide for a while!
The next moment, an even more powerful aura burst out from another camp, and the priestess only remembered the last words she heard before she fell into coma.
"Shilud, stay alive!"
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"You want to personally interrogate this priest of the Dark Night Sect?" Hilud held the eagle helmet in his hands, his red hair was like fire, and he frowned slightly.
Yeats nodded and said: "It's a good thing that the assassin came to our door. With her here, she can directly lead us to the hiding place of the Dark Night Sect."
Hilud was silent for a moment and said: " The believers of the Dark Night Sect have strong beliefs, and conventional methods may not be effective."
Yeats: "Don't worry, I have sent someone to give her the magic potion, and it will take effect soon."
Hilud said: "What kind of magic potion is it specifically?"
Yeats: "I personally prepared the itching potion!"
The itching potion, as the name suggests, will cause you to suffer from poisoning symptoms of redness all over the body and extreme itching after drinking it.
"Phantom" players also have a more popular name for this potion, called 'athlete's foot potion', which has a miraculous effect on some fast-moving BOSS.
“…”
Hilud did not object to poisoning the assassin, but he had some doubts about whether it would be effective.
After all, the goddess of the night has the priesthood of poison, and most of her followers are minoring in poison, and they are also good at resisting magic potions.
Later, she followed Yeats into the interrogation tent.
I saw the Night Priestess with her hands tied behind her back on a chair, her body twisting constantly, her face covered with red spots, crying bitterly:
"Please, give me the antidote. , I swear, I will listen to you in anything!”
Hilud was silent, glanced at Yeats who looked like he had expected it, and felt an inexplicable respect in his heart.
He can actually use poison to pry open the mouths of dark night believers.
This lord is very good at tormenting people...
"In my hometown, there is an old saying that he who knows the current affairs is a hero."
Yeats said: "As long as you explain the purpose of the assassination and the plan of your Dark Night Sect in detail, I will not only give you the antidote, but also a big reward!"
Under coercion and inducement, the Dark Night Priest said The plot is roughly consistent with Yeats's memory: the Dark Night Sect is going to carry out a living sacrifice. The purpose of the sacrifice is to gain the favor of the Dark Night Goddess and obtain the power given by God.
For this reason, the Bishop of the Night ordered his men to poison and kidnap civilians in the surrounding villages, and prepared to use blood sacrifices to pray for the goddess of the night to cast her gaze...
Yeats smiled coldly.
Even cats and dogs are worthy of praying to God for strength.
You must kill them all in one go. Explode some gold coins and equipment, and then claim rewards from the kingdom!
Leaving the tent, Yeats discussed with Hillard: "I wonder if you are interested in making a deal?"
Herod naturally understood and reported the dividend: "70% to 30%."
Yeats: "Why am I only 70%?"
Hilud was silent and stared at Yeats.
Yeats: "Three percent makes thirty percent..."
He who knows the current affairs is a hero!
(End of this chapter)