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Chapter 200 0199: Witch Soup
The mercenary leader [Bolton] woke up from a coma. During the several weeks of travel, wind, frost, rain, snow, wild beasts and monsters made him exhausted a lot of effort.

"Where and how long have we been!"

As soon as Bolton saw the adjutant next to him, he reached out and grabbed him.

"We're still in Santon Kaya. Don't worry, boss, you just fell down for a while, and the sky is still bright. If you don't believe me, look outside."

As the adjutant spoke, he opened the windows of the winter house, allowing the evening sunlight to slant into the house.

Bolton lay down in panic, and immediately bounced up again as soon as the blanket was attached to his back.

"We've been rejected, let's go, and think of another way."

Bolton spoke quickly, but just as he stepped on the blanket, he fell to his knees.

He realized that he seriously underestimated the injury. The boulder crushed by the blood plague monster was as heavy as a cannonball, and the light scale armor couldn't prevent that kind of impact.

When the adjutant stepped forward to help, several strong soldiers opened the door and walked in.

"Do you two have any other companions?"

Ken appeared in front of Bolton fully dressed. He was already dressed in military attire—the dark [Albert Battle Armor], and the iconic ancient tail halberd battle axe.

"You...what do you mean?"

asked the adjutant.

"Don't get me wrong, didn't I say that I would consider your request? Now I agree, if you are still in a hurry to save people, you will leave immediately."

Ken expressed his purpose in a concise manner.

Bolton stood up reluctantly, without any objection. He is the leader of the mercenary team, and the most important thing now is to save the lives of his companions and employers.

The adjutant watched thoughtfully.

Bolton patted him on the shoulder as encouragement. It was a blessing to be able to escape from the mouth of the beast. Now that someone finally offered a helping hand, he had to cheer up.

"Boss, to be honest..."

The adjutant hesitated what to say.

The tribes in the northern border have always been relatively barbaric, and the countries in the southern border are not close enough to Palotus. Is this man named Ken Bouvier really trustworthy?
He couldn't believe it.

If the employer is rescued, it means that the mercenary group loses its value.

If the other party is despicable enough, they can completely solve the trouble and take the employer as a hostage in exchange for money.

"The tribe doesn't need to owe us favors. They can get the wealth they want by... certain methods."

The adjutant spoke in a low voice, speaking as tactfully as possible.

Bolton clutched the bandaged wound on his chest, showed a serious expression, and said, "Only by living can there be hope, understand? Human nature is complicated, but it is controllable, and beasts are ruthless. If there is really no other way, I am even willing to find Bandits come to make a deal."

The adjutant was deeply shocked by the determination in his tone.

Bolton is one of the captains of the mercenary guild, so he naturally has extraordinary insight and determination, but outside, rationality and intelligence must be hidden, otherwise things will not be done well.

Kuima came over and handed over warm clothes.

The rider of the winter horse approached with a cart, and patted the fender to signal Bolton and the others to sit down.

Kuema said: "It is definitely inconvenient for you to travel with injuries like yours. Go up to shelter from the cold and rest, and just tell the scouts the direction."

"No, I'm fine, give me the reins."

The adjutant said he was about to go up and replace the rider.

Langz won the opportunity to accompany him, and came here with great interest, just in time to bump into this scene, thinking that there was some kind of dispute.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

He yelled to come over to break up the fight.

The giant's footsteps were deep and powerful, causing everyone who was about to set off to turn their heads and focus on the two of Bolton.

The rider was also very embarrassed, not knowing whether he should give up the driving position.

"Stand back, Lowndes."

Ken came riding on a wolf, and tilted his head to signal the rider to leave. After the adjutant helped Bolton to sit still, he reached out and handed something over.

[Item: Lava Ball]

[Description: Snow heating supplies, made of flame secrets and crushed lava, a survival item that mercenaries and smugglers often prepare. 】

"Thank you so much, my lord."

Bolton leaned on his chest and bowed deeply before lowering the corner curtain.

They left along the [Qiu Ming Ancient Road], and then they had to go south around the scar worm-infested area, and then went west for a while, and finally arrived at the rift valley where the accident happened.

Ken was well prepared, and the team wore layers of leather jackets and woolens.

In addition to Langz and Kuima, there are even adjutants from Wusenbu and the Fern Tribe.

The road to the site of the incident was long, but the weather was clear and we should be able to arrive in time.

During the journey, Ken passed by countless similar teams, and those traders or strange adventurers were very interesting.

[When the bounty list is full, the battlefield in the northern border becomes warm and livable. 】

They never stopped.

until……

The next morning, the team finally climbed to the top of the nearby mountain. The warm sun was shining on the black and white land, and the mottled pine forest and the bare tundra were all chilly.

The wind direction changed, and a warm and fragrant smell was blowing.

food.

"Grumble~"

An awkward voice broke the tranquility of the morning.

Ken looked up and saw the giants through the giggling crowd.

"What did you see in front, Lowndes." He asked loudly.

Langz stood there in a daze for a moment, then quickly turned around and ran back, like a wild beast running wild in the snow.

"Zhan Jing, there is something to eat, and it's warm soup."

Lanz cried out excitedly.

When he spoke, he secreted a lot of saliva, so that his articulation was not clear enough, and he wiped it with his rough hands after speaking.

The team continued on, and stopped after a while.

The food store looks mysterious and interesting:

A huge pot that can hold Lantz is placed in the stone stove, and a climbing ladder is set up next to it. It has been used for a long time, and it is almost integrated with the pot.

It was covered in strange slime and powdery debris, and there were burn marks on the nearby ground.

"The thing splashed out of it can't be a magic potion, it's the kind that can burn your stomach out of holes if you drink it."

Kuima pretended to seriously analyze it for Langz.

The giant didn't care, but stretched his neck intoxicated.

Ken closed his eyes and fluttered his nose.

The fragrance inside is really good, and it contains some kind of hallucinogenic drug, which makes travelers who are not determined enough to stop, but this fragrance does not seem to last long, and it is obviously not powerful enough as a harmful trap.

"Try it? Witch soup."

The owner showed a kind smile and asked Ken actively.

She was wearing several odd pieces of clothing that had been patched together and looked like they had never been washed so that they had lost their original colour.

Wusenbu showed his totem and made a prayer.

The other party stood up very politely, his back was a little deformed, and his height was ridiculously short in the north.

After bowing, the other party did not sit down, but took out firewood from the side and used it as a crutch.

"Try it? Witch soup!"

she asked again.

(End of this chapter)