Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 70 The Arrangement of Fate

   Facing the butcher knife in Robin's hand, Dick, who was strong and strong, chose to surrender decisively without any hesitation.

  He raised his hands and shouted: "Surrender!"

   Robin was happy: "The right choice."

  He grabbed Dick by the collar, lifted him up, put the knife on his neck, and shouted at the others in the caravan:

   "Your captain has surrendered, everyone put down their weapons, I can spare you from dying!"

  Robin’s loud voice pierced through the caravan sky like thunder, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button, and with the caravan as the core, the fiercely fighting battlefield stopped immediately.

  The iron guard and the half-elf stopped attacking. The iron guard withdrew from the convoy with his sword in hand. The half-elf also stopped shooting arrows and crawled out of the underground one-man pit.

  They surrounded the caravan on both sides, staring at the caravan members like wolves and tigers. The iron guards seemed to have more to say, Simon wiped the blood on his face and turned to look at Robin, the leader of the team.

  Iron Bear Warrior feels a bit unsatisfactory, why did he stop fighting all of a sudden?

  The half-elves drew their bowstrings to full strength, but failed to draw. As long as Robin gives the order, they will immediately rain arrows on the caravan again.

  The fighting stopped suddenly, finally allowing the caravan guards to breathe a sigh of relief. They all looked in the direction of the leader of the team and saw that Dick, the leader of the team, had been captured. They were still a little hesitant, not knowing whether they should surrender or fight desperately.

  Seeing this, Robin said to Dick in front of him: "Let them lay down their weapons, or I will kill you."

  Dick was already sweating profusely from fright, and he immediately shouted at the top of his throat: "Everyone put down their weapons, do you want me to die!"

  The guards hesitated for a moment, then looked at their fallen companions.

  The bandits' first round of attack was quick and fierce, catching the caravan by surprise, and the guards had almost no time to react.

  The half-elf knocked down a dozen of them in one round of shooting, and then the iron guard rushed into the caravan, and they were cut down to a dozen more in a chaotic battle.

  Now, less than half of them can still stand. It can be said that the defeat is already doomed, and there is no point in continuing to resist.

  So, after hesitating for a while, the guards finally dropped their weapons and chose to surrender.

   "Let all your people come out and line up on the side of the road." Robin ordered again.

   "Everyone come out, stand in a row by the side of the road, hurry up!" Dick spoke in a crying voice, repeating Robin's order.

  The iron guards entered the caravan and collected the weapons left by the guards. The half-elves escorted the guards who surrendered, and stood in a row on the side of the road.

  Same as last time, Dick still stands at the head of the team as the team leader.

  Robin came to Dick, tapped the back of his neck with the back of his knife, and said with a smile, "It's fate, I didn't expect you to be the one who robbed him this time."

  Dick wanted to cry but had no tears: "My lord, do you have any grudge against me?"

  Robin also thought it was quite funny, he and this caravan leader seemed to have a lot of fate.

   "Didn't you do business on the middle business road before? Why did you come to the left business road?" Dick asked cautiously.

   "Can't I change the business route to grab it?" Robin asked back.

  Dick shrank his neck in fright, and quickly said: "Yes, yes, you can rob wherever you want, my lord. Even if you go to the capital to rob, no one dares to say no."

  Robin put the knife back into its sheath: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, take it off."

  Dick opened his mouth suddenly: "Huh? Take it off again?"

  The caravan guards standing beside couldn't understand the conversation between Robin and Dick, and all showed confused expressions: Take off? take off what?

  Dick cried reluctantly: "My lord, you think we have met for a while, can you not take it off?"

   Robin smiled slyly, and asked, "What do you think?"

  Dick said with a sad face: "Okay, I... I will take it off."

  After that, Dick, like an angry little daughter-in-law, began to lower his head and unbutton his belt.

  The caravan guards next to them were stunned: What's going on? Why did the team leader suddenly start taking off his clothes? Does this bandit leader still have that habit?

  Robin turned to look at the other caravan members who surrendered, and said, "Don't be dazed, let's take off your clothes together."

  The guards were even more confused, and their faces were confused: We also take off? !

   A few minutes later, everyone's clothes were piled up in front of Robin's feet, and more than 20 caravan members, each with only a pair of underwear left, lined up in front of Robin.

  Simon was carrying a big sack, ran over with a silly smile on his face, and stuffed everyone's clothes into the sack indiscriminately.

  Robin looked at Dick's figure, which was as thin as a hemp stick, and he frowned in disgust.

   "Go back and say hello to Lord Buck for me." Robin smiled and said to Dick, then turned and pointed to the convoy full of goods. "Suffice it to say, I'm grateful for these gifts from him, and I hope he sends some more."

  Dick nodded tremblingly, like a frightened quail: "I, I see."

  Robin patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction, turned around and shouted at the iron guard and the half-elf: "Okay, the business is over, call it a day!"

  After the "robbers" left, Dick sat down on the grass exhausted, this time he didn't even have the strength to swear.

  He looked up at the blue sky above his head, and couldn't help roaring in despair in his heart:

  God of Holy Light, why am I so unlucky that I ran into this devil again? Could it be that he and I are really fate?

  …

  Two days later, it was Viscount Barker's mansion again, the office again, the same people again, and Dick was dressed in the same outfit—only a pair of underwear all over his body, and even Dick was standing in exactly the same position as last time.

  Buck sat behind his desk, silent and silent, his eyes fixed on Dick like an angry lion.

  Dick bowed his head deeply, he didn't dare to say any more words, at this moment he wished he could plunge his head into the solid wood floor under his feet.

  In the office, you can hear the quiet needle drop, and the atmosphere is so oppressive that you can't breathe.

   After being silent for a while, Buck finally asked, "Have you been robbed by horse bandits again?"

   "Yes, yes." Dick's voice was trembling.

   "The gang of horse bandits from before?"

"yes."

   "Have you been stripped naked by horse bandits again?"

   "Yes, in addition, the leader of the horse bandit also said..."

   "What else?" Buck frowned.

   "He also said, thank you, my lord, for giving him so many gifts..."

   At the end, Dick's voice was almost inaudible, and he retracted his head vigorously, as if he wanted to retract his head directly into his chest.

   "Bastard son of a bitch!" Buck finally couldn't restrain the anger in his heart anymore, and cursed with a hideous face.

   "It's the second time, the second time! Who does he think he is, a little bandit, and I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

  Although Buck usually has a gentle appearance, in fact, his underlying character is irritable and irritable. Once things don't go his way, he will tear off the elegant disguise and become hysterical.

   After venting, Buck finally calmed down a little and regained his composure.

  He leaned back in the chair, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently. Then, he took out a white towel from his breast pocket, and gracefully wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

  Then, he looked at the butler standing by the desk and asked, "Have you got in touch with the saber?"

  The housekeeper bowed and replied: "Master, there are not yet."

  Buck immediately became angry again, smashed his fist on the armrest of the chair, and shouted hysterically:

   "Keep looking! I don't believe it, is he dead!"

  (end of this chapter)