"Them? The slave traders?" Avril put down the vine armor in her hands, used her long fingernails dyed in various colors to empty the bamboo jar on the table, and sneered, "Well, this time I'm going to extort them good!"
Liu Zhenhan made another new discovery. There were actually two Pigiel military officers accompanying this merchant group. The snow-white ostrich velvet on their helmets was untainted and radiant, accompanied by four priests holding silver cross, conversing with the familiar "freckle-face".
The fat man with acne sat in the carriage chatting harmoniously with the two Piegel officers.
They seemed to consider the eight Bei Mongolian characters written on the side of the riverside shed, "Fee Station for the He Leng Cui Territory," as nothing but air, ready to pass while chatting and laughing astride their steeds.
The Mastiff People dropped the big wooden bar blocking the road, preventing the path for these people from the river beach mud to the shore.
