Kuima noticed Zhan Jing's expression.
Kane rarely showed his emotions. At this moment, his breathing was a little rapid, and there was a dangerous arc at the corner of his mouth. His amber eyes were shining, staring at the stone giant in the distance.
He searched for common sense in his memory.
Mandy, in Uma language, is closer to the earth. When you read it, you will feel ancient, magnificent, and unattainable.
"Hu——"
What's that sound? It's so loud. Oh, it's my heartbeat.
Kane was really shocked at first, but then, the excitement in his bones couldn't be suppressed...
This is a living giant monster!
On the continent of Oshua, there are countless monsters and undead. How many legends are there like Mandy? How magical are the complicated and strange secret arts? What is the original appearance of the power of the old gods? What can humans do?
I want to see, understand, and even conquer!
Kuima and his people have lived in the wilderness of Pallotus for generations. The education passed down by their ancestors has engraved in their subconscious awe of gods and piety of faith. Therefore, in the era of the retreat of miracles, they dare not have the slightest intention of offending.
Ken is different.
He woke up alone, without stereotypes, and did not care about the eyes of others.
What he has is the courage to fear no death, the calmness to judge people, the curiosity to spy on the world, and the ambition to realize his dreams.
Even if Ken did not have a note...
He would probably become a wandering mercenary and travel the continent in his memory.
But since God has given convenience and the arrangement of fate has fallen into the palm of his hand, his life will only become more arbitrary.
Ken looked deeply at Mandy.
Maybe it was an illusion. Although the other party was facing the sky, he seemed to glance at him with his peripheral vision.
[Don't use the certificate of war banner. ]
The note popped up instantly, as if trying to prevent a tragedy from happening.
"I'm not stupid."
Ken muttered a few words and turned his head.
The warhorses and soldiers all shrank back. Even Kuima was so scared that he didn't dare to look Zhan Jing in the eye, let alone accept the burning in his eyes.
Ken looked normal, drove the wolf to the center of the crowd, and counted the goods and the number of people.
"Let's go, let's go back."
He led the team again and walked out of the shadow.
The background was the dim sun, the arc-shaped horizon, and the strange giant who remained silent.
The soldiers' minds were empty.
They were born in a small tribe in the countryside. At this time, they were shocked beyond words. They felt the call in a trance, and their bodies moved subconsciously, like ghosts behind Zhan Jing.
...
A temporary camp on the side of the starting point of the Flynn Ancient Road.
The vendor sitting at the table looked like an ordinary person. He smiled and kept writing on the account book with a feather pen.
After the carriages and horses were prepared again, the elf mercenary was silent in the tent for a moment, as if waiting for the order to set off, because he knew the difficulty of the commission.
"Leave, he may be dead."
The elf bloodline can sense nature. Not long ago, there was a commotion in the wind, and many creatures in the plains were frightened.
The merchant shook his head, put down his feather pen, and stroked his enchanted glasses.
The elf narrowed his eyes, as if he remembered a lot of past events: "You always use interests to test others. Those who are arrogant and greedy all die in your mission."
The leader of the merchant raised a finger.
He tore a page from the account book by himself and baked it next to the oil lamp. The simple and damaged paper gradually became solid, exquisitely crafted, and felt very good, as if this was its original appearance.
"Is the interest not good?"
The merchant spoke calmly and took out a wax seal from his arms.
"In the face of interests, the courage to meet challenges, the strategy of judging the situation, the ability to survive in the cracks, and the sense of measure to quit when the going gets good..."
The vendor said as he printed his signature on the parchment.
The wax was pressed into shape by the steel stamp, and the [Pistonk] military seal with swords and shields was completed. The entire parchment commission was very similar to the one delivered to Ken.
"Who can assess all these contents at the same time? Of course it's interests. What kind of person you are, you will see it clearly."
The vendor put the parchment into the letter and put it away with the heavy and simple account book.
After doing all this, he continued to play with the single-sided glasses in his hand, as if it was a gold coin with rich experience and passed through many hands.
"Which one is this?" The elf mercenary crossed his arms. "What else does he have?"
"Southern face," the vendor replied. "The leader of the northern tribe, from what he called, seems to be a war flag?"
He said, and suddenly laughed, with an abnormal friendly face.
"I think this person's way of doing things is very interesting, and his leadership style is different from those idiots in the empire. To be honest, I am willing to recommend a talent to Pistonk, of course, the premise is that he can show the corresponding ability."
When the night was the darkest, Ken led the team back to the camp.
The spoils were quite heavy, and the team was much more bloated than before leaving. The soldiers unloaded the carts at the main entrance, and the thirsty horses and wolves were taken to the rear.
Ken strode over and saw a regular team of carriages outside the camp.
The servants and laborers slept nearby, quietly, no one gambled, no one boasted, and no one even took out the fake wine they had hidden.
The team can reflect the level of the leader.
He walked back to his tent and saw the merchants and elf mercenaries waiting there from a distance, and then realized that he might have underestimated that guy.
"You are truly an outstanding leader. Our caravan's order has been settled." The merchant in a plain cotton jacket smiled warmly, seemingly unaware of the details, and instead started to complain. "You don't know, the officers in the barracks may not be as efficient as packhorses in doing things, and our annual delivery period is very tight... But now it's all right!"
[Kingdom·Pistonk: Welcome]
"To be honest, I am the beneficiary."
Kane did not hide his thoughts and asked directly: "Do you know what that mountain-like stone is, Mandy?"
"What?"
The merchant blinked, showing a real sense of confusion. After the other party carefully described what happened, he frowned and began to think.
"Hiss, Mr. Ken, you actually encountered a legendary creature."
He showed the excitement that an ordinary merchant should have, repeatedly emphasizing what kind of opportunity this would be, how much force the empire would use to expedition it, and what value the materials that could be obtained had.
Kane's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to interrupt the other party.
The fire in his eyes that had been extinguished all the way was rekindled. His ambition made it difficult for him to remain calm, and he almost blurted out: "Can humans defeat legendary creatures?"
The merchant hissed for a long time.
Finally, the other party nodded.
His gaze towards Ken became more complicated.
"Of course, as long as you want, this path is feasible."