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Chapter 402 0401: Familiar strangers

Quinny Pandis rubbed the fat on her cheeks, narrowed her eyes, and looked at the black market gold coins on the table.

"What an awesome woman." He snorted a few times, lowered his voice, put on an exaggerated expression, and repeated what the black-skinned maid said. "I've known ~ Mr. Ken Bouvier ~ longer than you~"

Quinny showed disdain, but his heart was full of jealousy and worry.

He knew who the guy behind this blood-stained gold coin was.

Stephen Kelly, the fool, the trader of the Dewar tribe, the legend of the black market dealer in the north.

"Hey, Mr. Kean."

Quinny smoked a cigarette melancholy, put his feet on the stool, "What kind of characters do you know?"

Stephen has clues to the business routes of various countries, and his eyeliner is all over Palotusbi, and the resources of the Golden Shield Guild in the northern border are not rich at all.

White smoke gushed out of Quinny's nostrils.

He was even more worried that he would be replaced, shook his head, extinguished the cigarette, and started today's work.

Quinny put the gold coins away, and the moment he touched the box, his eyes suddenly became weird—there was something hidden under the gold coins, and the touch and weight were different from what he had guessed, as if he was deliberately hinting at himself.

He put his things away calmly.

Then Quinny stayed in the government affairs room until the evening as before, and then walked out slowly, aimlessly along the corridor, making seven turns and turns according to the route in memory, looking at the house number with his peripheral vision from time to time.

Meeting Room 17.

Quinny stopped in his tracks, his throat throbbing, and he grasped the handle of the knob nervously.

click.

God bless.

The door swung open.

Quinny turned around and closed it calmly, while staring at the outside. With the sound of babbling, the carpeted corridor gradually became smaller under the compression of the gap until it closed.

"call."

Quinny let out a long breath,

Since the black-skinned maid wants to transmit information in this way, it means that the room just now is not safe.

As far as Quinney can think of, the most hidden place in the whole city and the least likely to be bugged...is this "Conference Room 17". chair.

This room cannot be opened at any time.

Quinny came only once, with Ken, when they met the people in power at Ambera Iceport.

The door closed and night fell.

The old candlestick ignited automatically, and the blue flame illuminated the visitor's back, rubbing a slightly rounded shadow on the wall.

Quinny mustered up the courage to turn around.

A cloak has been raised on the opposite side of the wooden table. It is empty, but the outline of a person can be seen.

"Ken's agent, who are those eyes following you?"

The voices of those in power have no gender.

Quinny, who was pulling the table and chairs, was taken aback.

After thinking about it, he felt that the title of agent was appropriate, and more in line with his profession, but the employer changed from the Golden Shield Guild to Mr. Ken.

Quinny pushed the blood-stained gold coin to the candlestick.

He told the ins and outs of the matter, and added: "I don't know the people outside, can you find out who is watching me?"

The hood fluttered in the candlelight, and the powerful aftertaste of magic covered the entire Ambera Ice Harbor.

Quinny waited until the candlelight returned to calm before he tentatively asked, "Did you catch it?"

"No, he ran away."

Quinny screamed, "Who escaped from your hunting fog!?"

The mist that rises in the ice harbor at midnight, the bones displayed in the streets and alleys in the early morning.

The prestige established by those in power through this method would be feared by even the army of looters. If the people monitoring Quinney had a way to escape capture...

Then the problem becomes serious.

"Well, no wonder the people from Baiwujia want to hint at me cryptically."

Quinny and those in power turned their attention to the gold coins in front of them.

He took out a letter opener and cut the cushion along the slit, and there was a piece of enchanted parchment inside.

Bloodprint Gold Coins are a special coinage.

Not only does it carry the identity information of the creator, but it can also shield low-level magical prying eyes, so even those in power didn't notice that there was something hidden underground at first.

Quinny has been in the north for many years.

He wandered among mercenaries and black market traders, and he had a wealth of experience, so he knew there was something wrong with him.

The parchment is soaked in the secret oil, and it will soon be destroyed by spontaneous combustion.

Quinny unfolded it, and there was a passage written in Uma language inside.

"The kingdoms of southern Xinjiang, the Leahala family, are hunting for Ken."

Those in power have never left the northern border, so they don't know the power of the southern border states.

Quinny Pandis's pupils shrank for a moment, as if some bad memories were brought back. When he was young, he was a mercenary who needed to run his own business, wandering between various city-states and countries.

He skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to light it, but only realized when he saw the blue candle. "Feel sorry……"

"Agent, do you know who they are?"

Those in power seem to be curious about these people and who is after Ken.

Quinny Pandis held the cigarette in his hand and said with a frown: "The Leahala family is a group of killers who pursue the limit. They live on an island that ordinary people cannot reach, and they only accept the most challenging challenges commission."

He opened his fingers and reported several names.

"Lizard Lord Sailiu, Ruins Dragon Alania, Bandit Chief Kujin, Crystal Giant Monster Yacek..."

The candlelight on the table is erratic, which means that those in power are also thinking. Some names have been mentioned before, and some have been described in the circulating information.

These are all famous legends in the history of the countries in southern Xinjiang. "They all died. It was the Le Ahla family who did it. Everyone knows that they did it. They don't have the guts to seek revenge."

Quinny Pandis couldn't figure it out: Where did Ken offend the Leahala family?
Baiwujia has the most contact with the southern border countries, and it is also engaged in the arms business. Since it can find clues, it probably wants to make plans for Ambera Ice Port.

If they could notify the Mercenary Tribunal, they could also notify Ken.

"Let's get ready, check it out, in case something happens."

Quinny put the things back.

The wet parchment gradually became dry, ignited and died beside the candlestick, becoming a pile of ashes that would never reveal the secret.

……

Ken didn't even know that there were already people other than his followers fighting for the right to be close to him in places he couldn't see.

His troops marched side by side with the Fengyan tribe, starting along the mountain road from [Ice Marrow Ancient City] to [Jianyu Ice Bay], passing through the gentle area of ​​[Goprui Tundra], and heading straight to the Red Maple Highland.

"The route we chose can avoid the main road. The hunting season and the ruins are open, and there will be many people from southern Xinjiang."

Sion reports to Jordan and Ken.

Ken looked at the snow-covered tundra and the sub-dragon passing by the distant mountains from time to time, and said, "The nearby beasts are getting stronger and stronger, which means that they are very close to the Red Maple Highlands. Have you found the village where you will settle tonight?"

"Boss, there is a Ma'am Snowfield nearby, which is the hunting base of the surrounding tribes."

Langz puffed up his chest and reported the news, but the news was actually obtained by spying on Lorja and Quema.

The bloodthirsty bat wolf smashed the armor that [Arthur] forged for him. This piece of equipment on his body was prepared by the Fengyan tribe for giant beasts, and he didn't expect it to be particularly suitable for him.

Although Jordan refused, Ken paid the fee.

Because you can't owe extra favors casually, or if you meet [Siti Ethani], I'm afraid she will look at her face and affect the alliance's joining conditions.

Ken pulled the reins, looked back at the team gathered in the cold behind him, and said:
"When we arrive at the campsite, even if we enter the second half of Jianyu Ice Bay, the Red Maple Highland is close at hand, and the wave of undead will be extraordinarily fierce. Be careful, everyone!"

The roar echoed all around.

Northerners like to use this kind of behavior to encourage themselves.

The team stepped on the tundra covered with icy slag, walked forward for more than ten miles, and finally saw the smoke of the campfire in the open field at the foot of Xuefeng.

【Location: Maam Snow Field】

[Prosperity: C (in recession)]

【Number of Residents: 237】

Kane's army was stopped as they entered the plain.

The soldiers in the camp were all wearing horned helmets and holding all kinds of heavy heavy weapons. The hammers and machetes were covered with rotting corpses, which showed that the wave of undead here had not been alleviated.

[The wall in front of you is made of steel and stone, and a patchwork of soldiers blocked your way. 】

A man in a thick padded jacket and unarmed stepped forward.

He said: "If you want to enter the snow, you must deploy a certain percentage of people to defend against the tide of undead with us, and let us check and count the number of your teams. If there are people who are seriously infested by hunting, you are not allowed to enter the snow. land."

"Severely infested?" Ken attached himself to the horse's back. "If it's not serious..."

The guy in the padded jacket raised his head.

He tied the whip with a copper ring. He turned out to be a craftsman, and he was probably transferred temporarily.

The craftsman said: "If it's not serious, there are priests in the snow, but your team can't come in until the treatment is over."

Standing on tiptoe, he looked behind Jordham and asked, "Do you have any?"

Ken shook his head, checking according to his rules.

【Number of teams: 197】

Ken and Jordan were counted as a group, and some people were drawn out to help, and the rest went into the snow.

The way out at the foot of the snow-capped mountain is mainly composed of two narrow passes and a wide stone bridge. Although there are other ways to get in and out, they are too rugged and not suitable for the army to move out.

Ken led the team to choose a location that was convenient for chopping firewood and fetching water.

Their team is huge, and they draw a lot, which is equivalent to making a relatively large contribution, so the resources they enjoy are not bad.

"Who made the rules, it's very good."

Ken asked the feller in the woodland.

The man turned around and chose the latter between gold coins and spirits, then sat next to Ken to wipe his sweat and chatted about the recent situation in the snow field.

[Character: Working lumberjack]

[Attitude: Friendly]

[Description: The resident resident of Ma'am Snow Land relies on hard work to make ends meet. 】

He drank the wine, let out a hearty roar, and filled the glass with snow: "Don't joke, mountain people, it's not always possible to enjoy good things, or meet a generous adult like you."

The lumberjack put the cup by the campfire, and when the snow melted it was another precious drink.

He said: "This is the main camping point during the hunting season. In previous years, when there was no wave of undead, several tribes around would come to camp here. Over time, the Ma'am Snow Land was formed. Bloody struggles are meaningless. Everyone chooses to abide by it together." rule."

Ken nodded, listening carefully.

Although this kind of agreement is fragile and no one will listen to it, this group of northerners who are known for their barbarism are willing to abide by it.

The lumberjack saw through his thoughts. After all, this kind of thing is full of calculations for people in southern Xinjiang.

He explained: "This rule was first formulated by old Ethani. He is the leader of the largest tribal alliance in Jianyin Ice Bay. He is also a good old man who is praised by people. Everyone likes him."

Ken raised an eyebrow.

According to the lumberjack's description, after the death of old Ethani, Siti, his only descendant, passed the test established by tradition and inherited the position of leader of the alliance.

It was only then that Ken knew that the power behind City was so huge.

This is why all the tribal allies recommended themselves to join, and the trade route opened by City is also one of the most among them.

The woodcutter said: "Although there are only a few hundred people here, there are many teams stationed here. When everyone goes north, if they don't go to the mainland, they all like to lean on our side and find a comfortable place. corner for a few days."

Ken sat on the snow slope and looked around, there were indeed many strangely shaped flags.

Those were travelers like myself, people who wanted to keep going north.

The lumberjack raised his head and looked at the gradually darkening sky. He got up on his back and picked up the notched axe: "My lord, thank you for listening to my complaints. I still have work to do. If it gets dark If there is no end to work, the children in my family will be hungry."

Ken nodded with a smile and did not refuse.

Lumberjacks are like other toilers in the Maam Snows.

Because of the tide of undead, the plantations and fields that had been working hard for a whole season had no harvest. Even the work of going to nearby villages and towns to find coolies was blocked, so they could only nest nearby and do some handyman for the passing teams. , in exchange for enough food.

Ken walked down the puffs of campfire smoke.

From time to time, he would hear the same complaint - if only the wave of undead ended sooner.

Ken returned to his camp.

The Fengyan tribe's army is already ready for battle, and the knife and ax team has also polished their weapons and prepared sufficient animal oil and medicine.

After Ken finished speaking, he took the tomahawk from Quema and climbed onto the winter horse.

Since they left [Twen Village], they have specially chosen the route of small villages, because these people have no protection and can only wait to die. Ken's team has killed all the hunting leaders along the way.

"We have already passed through many villages along the way, and the Maam Snowfield is the same."

With that said, Ken twitched the reins.

There are only restrictions on entry to the Maam Snowfield, and the time and reason for leaving will not be asked.

As evening comes, the temperature drops.

The lumberjack took a sip of the wine and water, looked down the dusty road, and thought—who's out so late?
(End of this chapter)