Arthur's heart was beating rapidly.
Unexpectedly, behind that mysterious organization was the Church of Light, a behemoth that even the kingdoms could not afford to offend.
Arthur clenched his fists and was ready to fight back. He would never sit back and die.
The square-faced knight stared at Arthur's face for a while, then looked away, "Not this one, open all your boxes, I want to check them."
Arthur breathed a long sigh of relief and secretly wiped the sweat that had reached his temples with his sleeves.
"Your Excellency Knight, the car is filled with medicinal materials and furs. It is easy to get damp when you unpack it. Can you please see if you can be accommodating." This time, Rawhide had a bitter look on his face, and he took out a slap from his arms. A small purse of about the size was ready to be handed over.
As a caravan that travels on the road all year round, a smart caravan leader will carry two small pockets of money with him, and put various amounts of gold and silver coins in advance. When encountering an interrogating army or a bandit blocking the road, he will prepare the money in advance according to the weight of the opponent. Giving the money away can save you a lot of trouble.
Unexpectedly, this time it hit a snag.
The square-faced knight's face turned cold, and he put one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, "Do you want to bribe the knight of God? The Inquisition is prepared for you businessmen who are greedy for profit!"
Rawhide was so frightened that he knelt down, "Don't dare, don't dare! Open, open all the boxes!"
Arthur on the side looked at everything in front of him in surprise. The young man still didn't quite understand why the Inquisition in the knight's mouth would scare Racine like this.
The square-faced knight sat on the horse without moving. Five or six knights came down behind him and opened and rifled through all the boxes in the caravan that could hide people.
After confirming that there was indeed no one hiding in the caravan, he got on his horse and galloped away without even saying hello.
The guys in the caravan had no choice but to repack the goods that had been messed up by the church knights. They could not help but shake their heads while packing, but they did not dare to complain loudly, because being heard would be a serious crime of insulting the gods.
"Who are these people?" Arthur asked Hasid next to him.
"Have you noticed the red flame pattern on their cloaks? That means they are from the Inquisition and are the disciplinary knights of the church." Hasid lowered his voice deliberately, for fear that others would hear.
"Are there any other knights in the church?"
Hasid finally had a chance to show off his knowledge and said with a deliberately raised face: "You don't know this common sense? There are three major knights in the church, namely the Punishment Knights affiliated with the Inquisition and the Bright Knights affiliated with the Cardinals. Regiment and the Guardian Knights attached to the garrison."
"I noticed that you seemed to be afraid of those knights just now?"
Hasid glanced at Arthur fiercely, "Don't you know how scary they are? The Inquisition has the power to search, interrogate and judge heretics in the region. Even the king cannot save the heretics they identify! The Punishment Knights, They are equivalent to the minions of the Inquisition, and are certainly the most terrifying guys."
"Whose minions did you say those knights were? I didn't hear clearly." Arthur deliberately raised his voice, which attracted the attention of others.
"You bastard hurt me!" Hasid gritted his teeth and rushed over.
Arthur smiled evilly and ran away. Hasid wanted to chase him, but Norris stopped him, "Come here and help, let's get out of here now."
It is never a good thing for the Punishment Knights to appear nearby. If they are found to have any involvement with heretics, they will not be able to wash it off even if they want. Therefore, the caravan immediately packed up and hurried on the road.
The so-called blessings and misfortunes never come alone may be doomed to make the journey unsatisfactory. The caravan had not gone more than ten miles when there was the sound of horse hooves behind them again.
"It's not like those disciplinary knights are back, are they?" Arthur still wanted to scare Hasid on purpose.
"No, it's the Storm Bandit!" Norris's expression suddenly changed.
Wind thieves do not refer to a specific group of thieves, but refer to those thieves who have no fixed base and roam in groups to rob. These thieves are not very powerful. They can range from a dozen people to a group of hundreds. There are dozens of groups of large and small wind thieves in the Isaac Kingdom.
There was no way for a caravan full of goods to escape, so a few mercenaries could only protect the caravan and stop aside, making a desperate posture at any time.
In the blink of an eye, twenty or so antelope riders rushed forward. The thieves waved their weapons and shouted, surrounding the caravan.
Different from the tall and majestic wildebeests on the crotch of the disciplinary knights, these thieves in different clothes rode smaller wildebeests. Although they are small, these monsters are more suitable for running on mountain roads. They come and go like the wind. Once they escape to the mountains, wildebeests will never be able to catch up, so they become the first choice for most gale bandits' mounts.
"Brothers, thank you for your hard work. I am Norris from the Goshawk Mercenary Group in Juarez City. I work just for a living. Leaders, I would like to express my condolences." Norris saluted the surrounding bandits with clasped fists, and at the same time gave a message to Rawhide. He winked.
Rawhide understood, took out the small purse again, and threw it towards the tall and thin bandit leader.
The bandit leader had a pair of sinister eyes. He weighed the money bag and forced out a satisfied smile.
He clasped his fists at Norris slightly as a salute in return, "You can go."
The caravan paid the money to buy the way, and the crisis was resolved.
The wind thieves who follow the rules will not loot all the caravans, because this is equivalent to depleting the entire lake. As long as a few such transactions are done, this road will become less frequented by caravans, and it will also easily lead to the caravans jointly hiring mercenary groups. Clean up.
Therefore, as long as the bandits don't go too far, the mercenary group is not willing to really fight with them.
The mercenary group and the bandit group are actually interdependent, and both parties get what they need. If the bandit group did not exist, the caravan would not spend a large sum of money to hire mercenaries to escort them.
Just when everyone in the caravan thought that the crisis was over, the bandit leader's sinister eyes suddenly noticed Arthur in the crowd.
"Wait a minute, you can leave, but the boy has to stay."
"What do you mean?" Norris, who had inserted the knife back, put his hand on the handle of the knife again.
"It's nothing interesting. I just want to invite this kid to our village as a guest for a few days. We will send him back in a few days." The bandit leader replied in a coping style.
"Chief, I think you have recognized the wrong person. This boy is the child of an old friend of mine. A team of disciplinary knights has just searched it. If the money just now is not enough, I still have some here." Rawhide said, Then he took out another bag of money.
The bandit leader sneered: "I don't know who those mad dogs from the church are looking for. The Wind Bandits within hundreds of miles have received a generous reward mission to find a fifteen or sixteen-year-old black-haired boy. If we find Is you make a mistake, people will naturally put you back."
Norris pulled out the knife and said sternly: "I will never let you take me away! If you want to take revenge against our Goshawk mercenaries, just come!"
Different from being powerless in front of the disciplinary knight, the bandit's request already involves the mercenary's honor. If the bandits were allowed to take the boy away from the caravan, it would be a sign of poor protection by the mercenaries, so Norris could not give in even if he fought to the death.
Arthur, who was hiding behind the crowd, sighed secretly and muttered in a low voice: "I didn't expect to find him so soon..."