The noise in Pinewood City made Pratir tremble in fright.

He was originally a frightened horse.

Everyone looks like an enemy.

Now the howling in Pinewood City was shaking and heartbreaking. If there were no soldiers rushing out, he would have thought that a mutiny had occurred, or that what the Lord was managing had been exposed.

Arrive at the gate of Pinewood City.

The caravan was temporarily stopped.

Most of the city defenders have already gone to Pinewood City to inquire about the situation.

Pinewood City is temporarily off limits.

Platir stopped where he was, feeling anxious. It wasn't until about ten minutes later that the defending knight who had returned to Pinewood City reappeared.

"Sorry everyone, I took up a little time."

The city guard knight spoke very politely. Although his face was hidden by his helmet, his voice sounded very young. He smiled and explained:

"Recently, many powerful professionals have come to Pinewood City. They are more active in character. They were just doing an event and the noise was a little louder... In short, everyone can enter the city normally now."

Are they those weird adventurers?

Platir's face had a gloomy and uncertain expression, his left and right eyes were twitching wildly, and he always felt that something bad was going to happen today.

If there is a similar howl from Pinewood City again.

He swore to turn around and leave.

Fortunately, until it was their caravan's turn to enter the city, Pinewood City was quiet all the time. It seemed that the active group of adventurers had finished celebrating.

The knight guarding the city came forward.

In his hand was a parchment filled with registration information and a quill.

"Name?"

"Blas." Platir pursed his dry lips.

"gender?"

"……male."

Knight: "What are you doing in Pinewood City?"

"As you can see, I am a poor caravan. Our goods were robbed by a group of arrogant mountain trolls during transportation. I surrendered all the gold coins I had and escaped with my life."

Platir showed a sad expression.

He turned slightly sideways, showing behind him the dilapidated carriage, the aging horse, and a group of wiry men, how miserable they were.

The knight raised his eyebrows.

We do occasionally see such poor caravans that were robbed on the way.

But the one we encountered today was obviously larger in scale.

He ordered his soldiers to inspect the carriage carrying goods, and found that it was indeed empty. Those mountain trolls were indeed ruthless and took everything they could, even tearing off the seat cushions in the carriage.

The only thing I have some doubts about is...

When mountain trolls rob caravans of goods, they usually rob the women in the team, and even men are captured and used as coolies. However, when he just checked, he also saw a woman wearing a tattered cloak.

"This is the female mage in our team." Pratir noticed the knight's suspicious eyes and quickly added an explanation: "It was precisely because we had good force at that time that these mountain trolls just stole the goods. They

I felt that it was not worthwhile to lose both sides, so I left after getting enough benefits."

This explanation makes sense.

The defending knight nodded.

Mountain trolls are generally mixed with goblins. They are the weakest among the trolls. In addition, they are also green-skinned, so they are sometimes called big goblins.

Their personalities are also somewhat similar to goblins.

He bullies the weak and fears the strong, loves to eat and is lazy to cook, and especially cherishes his own life.

When they find that the caravan has the strength to kill even a stone, they will most likely not have a violent conflict with the caravan, and will use harassment and snatching goods as the main targets of attack.

The freight wagon was carefully inspected again.

And after charging an entry fee of one silver coin.

He let the poor caravan enter the city.

One silver coin was the minimum standard for a caravan.

When inspecting the goods, different taxes and fees will be charged according to the size of the caravan. The upper limit is ten gold coins. It is completely free for ordinary civilians to enter the city. This is the rule set by the King of Winter.

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Knight."

Platir pretended to burst into tears of gratitude.

"If I can find a good business deal in Pinewood City and recover half of the caravan's losses, I will treat you to a drink at the largest tavern in Pinewood City."

The knight defending the city did not take this kind of politeness seriously.

He just waved his hand casually and went on to check other teams entering the city.

…

…

After entering Pinewood City.

Platir did not act rashly.

He settled the caravan members in an ordinary hotel, and then went to the big market in Pinewood City to sell all the carriages and horses, making him look like a loss-making businessman making a desperate move.

Then he returned to the hotel.

"The next thing is to wait for the evening."

Lying on his back on the wooden bed.

Platir wiped his face, feeling extremely exhausted physically and mentally.

When I first entered the city.

There were at least a hundred people staring at him.

Those people had strange expressions. They were all adventurers with flashy equipment. The magic lamps on their shields were nothing. He also saw a priest whose whole body was engraved with lighting spells.

The pastor had a sinewy face. He was not ugly, but he was as fierce as a robber. He had a hammer hanging on his waist and a gospel book under his arm. He had no hair on his head and his whole body was glowing with golden light. He was walking with a man.

Like a light bulb.

"horrible!"

Every time I think of that image.

Platir felt frightened.

[Dong dong dong]

There was a knock on the door.

Platir frowned and shouted rudely:

"Didn't I say that? Don't bother me if you have nothing to do, you damn bastards!"

There was silence at the door for a moment.

Then the voice of Moyu Hunben Zhenjun sounded:

"Sir, it's me. I have something urgent to ask you."

When he heard that it was the Taoist Master, Platir suppressed the anger in his heart.

The leader of the Candy Super Sweet Mercenary Group is a tough guy who cannot be offended.

Everyone under his command is talented.

On the way, I saw him and the female mage beside him take action once, and directly wiped out a group of dozens of mountain wolves.

The female mage was the most ferocious, her affinity with the fire element was probably high, her pyrotechnic damage was high and precise, and her flying speed was extremely fast. The wolf king of the wolf pack was blown to ashes before he could react.

Platir rubbed his stiff face.

He put on his coat, got out of bed and opened the door.

At the door, I saw the young face of Zhenjun Moyuhunben with a smile, and a mysterious man hidden in a cloak stood beside him.

Platir's eyes turned cold, and his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword like lightning.

"Sir, don't panic."

The True Monarch of Moyuhunben took two steps back, smiled and pulled Wu Shi in front of him, and explained: "This is one of my own, let me introduce to you, he is my cousin, Wu Shi, a powerful
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