The King of Elden does not die alone!

Even if the player-controlled Fader attacks Patch again to make it hostile after Patch becomes friendly, as long as he makes the "kneel" expression, Patch will put away his weapon and continue to do business with you as if nothing happened.

Even if the player is accidentally killed by an angry Patch, he will come back and sit there with an indifferent look, indicating that he forgives you.

This kind of magnanimity makes even the turtle feel ashamed. If Patch didn't like to trick people, he would be a saint NPC.

Mia sighed.

This guy really looks the same from the inside out.

Do you apply the same standards to others as you do to yourself?

It's really hard to say whether this guy is a bad guy or a good guy...

Is Patch's moral outlook considered simple?

Mia looked into the distance with some melancholy.

What Patch had just said, protesting against the Golden Tree and Two Fingers, was still echoing in her mind.

If you want to become a qualified king, you need more than just strength.

Looking back at Wilden.

Wilden nodded at her, silent but firm as always.

"Hmph..." Patch rolled his eyes as he looked at the two people flirting with each other.

"So can you please let me go? How many times do you want me to apologize before..."

"I'd love to." Mia replied in a low voice.

This guy's bandit logic made Mia not know how to deal with him.

"Hurry up! You weird guy." Mia urged.

Because of the escort of Patch, the team slowed down again.

Patch started howling again, "I'm so thirsty, I can't walk!"

"Just die of thirst!" Mia retorted angrily.

“I need to pee!”

"You he..."

No, no, beautiful girls can't say dirty words...

-

Later that day, several people lit a bonfire under a cliff on the grassland.

Now they had left the lake and turned northeast, looking for the main road and the remains of the post station street near the main road.

Patch made a fuss for most of the afternoon. Mia finally couldn't stand his physical and verbal attacks anymore and cut the rope on his hands with a knife.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Mia would simply accept Patch as a member of the team.

Even without the ropes on his hands, he would not be able to escape the current situation of being monitored.

The three spirit wolves are always keeping an eye on this big bald head, and if Patch makes any unusual moves, the spirit wolves will issue a warning.

Moreover, as a spiritual being, the spirit wolf does not need to rest.

Want to run? No way, Cricket Patch, can you outrun a wolf?

Like distracting? There are three wolves here. Even if Lapland is distracted, there is still Texas. Even if Texas is distracted, there is still Red.

Each spirit wolf always keeps at least one spirit wolf and Patch within sight.

It is a 24-hour all-weather monitoring system with no blind spots, including automatic alarm, automatic crisis control and other functions.

Even on the grassland without a prison cell, Patch could not escape from Mia's clutches.

Night has fallen.

"Let me keep an eye on it." Kale walked to the side of a spirit wolf and said, "How about helping me catch a few rabbits?"

Only Mia can tell the difference between these three spirit wolves.

The spirit wolf stood up, circled around Kale a few times, and ran towards the grassland in the distance.

This is not the first time that Spirit Wolf has done this kind of work.

Although it comes with cool fluorescent effects.

But it can run without making any sound and does not emit the smell of a wolf.

Surprisingly useful when helping with hunting.

Only one of the three left, and Kale took its place.

Even if he didn't take over, there was nothing Patch could do with the remaining two watching.

He could only squat in a strange posture with a sad look on his face.

Kale sat down on a rock next to Pachi and threw a handful of dried roa into his mouth.

He stared at Patch while chewing.

"Oh my, isn't this the wandering merchant?"

When Patch looked up at him, he immediately smiled and said, "The wandering people are all rare good people."

"You've seen the Nomadic People, haven't you?"

Kale leaned forward, interested in what Pakhi said.

"Then do you know that we, the wandering people, have a rule."

"Oh?"

"Even if we are despised and abandoned by others, we don't have to think about seeking anything, but we must never easily forgive those who have hurt us." The businessman narrowed his eyes and stared at Patch closely:

"Having such a rule sounds very persistent and annoying, right?"

Patch could feel the dangerous look in Kale's eyes.

"This...ah, that's not the case, that's not the case, haha."

Patch smiled guiltily: "Having such clan rules shows that your people are a very united race."

He saw Kale nodded and slowly sat up straight.

He heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his hands, and said carefully: "Oh, oh, before setting up camp, I saw the light of treasure in the west. It must be a precious treasure, but unfortunately I can't move around. Can you go and take a look?"

"I'm reminding you this out of kindness. If you really get the treasure, I will never ask about it."

"How about it, do you want to go and take a look?"

Kale would never fall for such a cheap trick.

He said coldly to Patch: "I advise you not to be clever."

"I am a man named Patch. Once I say something, I can't take it back!"

"hehe."

Chapter 34. The Remains of Post Street

Darkness, dawn, the journey continues.

Patch was being watched over by the spirit wolf and was surprisingly obedient.

Mia strictly limited the amount of water given to Patch, so now Patch doesn't even make a noise.

If he keeps yelling for another day, not to mention whether he can inflict physical damage to Mia and the others, Patch's mouth will be dry as hell.

He now looks like he has a nervous breakdown.

Anyone who is being watched by three pairs of eyes all the time, watching everything they do, and having no privacy even when they are going to the bathroom...

They will all suffer from nervous breakdown.

Unless you are SPC173 ()

Even though there were three wolves staring at Patch, they were still three pairs of eyes!

From afar, several people saw the golden tree avenue that ran through the entire border area.

The road, which was once wide and flat, is now full of traces of weathering.

Weeds grew in the gaps between the tiles, and patches of sand covered almost the entire road.

Mia looked out at the deserted avenue.

The destination is the remains of Post Station Street. Since it is a post station, it cannot be too far from the main road.

Just follow the road.

Torrett stepped onto the stone bricks of the road.

Every stone brick on the long avenue bears the mark of the golden tree. Of course, if you look at it now, you can only see the unclear patterns that have been weathered.

Further north, the steppes gradually become a rugged land of jagged cliffs and gullies.

Whether walking on the road or walking on the grassland, it is walking.

The road had not been maintained for who knows how many years and was not much smoother than a lawn.

Heading east, Mia saw two shaking...stone pillars appearing on the road in the distance?

No, that's not a stone pillar.

They are two mountain monsters.

"Hide quickly!" Mia immediately called out to the people who were accompanying her.

There was a high cliff on the north side of the avenue, and they ran up quickly.

Mia sent Torret away, and Kale hid Amiya behind the cliff.

And Wilden immediately pushed Patch to the ground and covered his mouth.

The mountain monsters did not walk fast. They appeared from the ups and downs of the road, and more than ten minutes had passed by the cliff where Mia and the others were hiding.

Mia heard the sound of the giant goblin's feet stepping on the ground. She held her breath and poked her head out from behind the bushes on the cliff.

She saw the goblin's huge head passing in front of her.

Mountain trolls, descendants of ancient giants.

There are naturally no such creatures on Earth. Behind the two mountain monsters was a huge carriage that was slightly shorter than them but also two stories high.

The trailer's hooks were two huge swords that pierced the bodies of the two mountain goblins. The two mountain goblins, one on the left and one on the right, pulled the swords that pierced their bodies, pulling the carriage and moving forward along the road with difficulty.

Every step made the ground shake.

In order to hide her body, Mia lay on the ground, experiencing the vibration of her internal organs most directly.

Behind the huge carriage was a long procession of wandering nobles who still had some sanity. Under the protection of Greg's soldiers, they accompanied the black carriage on a pilgrimage to an unknown destination.

The team didn't notice Mia and the others.

The wandering nobles and soldiers said nothing and followed the creaking carriage in silence until it gradually went farther and farther away.

They didn't stand up from the cliff until the person at the end of the team became as small as a grain of rice in Mia's eyes.

The shock of that scene still lingers in Mia's heart.

"Just keep walking."

Several people returned to the main road.

Patch, who had been held down and covered by Wilden's mouth before, started to make noise again.

"Are you worried that I'll attract the attention of those guys?" He complained dissatisfiedly: "Do you know that if those people find me, I will die!"

"A bandit like you deserves to be distrusted."

Kale retorted contemptuously.

"Tsk."

Patch curled his lips and refused to argue with Kale.

I walked until the afternoon and nothing else happened.