Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Su Lilun pointed to the white horse beside him while speaking.

"I have admired Lord Kyle for a long time, and I hope you can give me some advice."

Cassius was full of disdain in his heart, but he showed a hesitant expression on the surface, as if he wanted to say something, but he was hesitant.

Seeing this, Su Lilun cursed in his heart, but the smile on his face remained. He took out another small wooden box, walked to the other side, and said in a low voice: "I hope General Cassius can help."

Cassius peeked through the gap of the small wooden box and saw four intermediate magic crystals neatly placed inside. He couldn't help but show a heartbeat on his face.

He pretended to turn his head and cast his eyes in the direction of the tent where his master was. He swallowed hard and then silently pushed the wooden box back.

"I'm worried that my master will find out. If that happens, I'm afraid I'll lose the position I've worked so hard to get."

Surilun looked at Cassius's expression and knew that he was not pretending, so he gritted his teeth, took out another high-level magic crystal from his arms, put it in a small wooden box, and handed it to the other party: "General Cassius, I hope you can help me."

Looking at Sulilun's painful expression, Cassius knew that the other party had reached the limit of what he could bear.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally accepted Sulilun's small wooden box, carefully put it inside his robe, and said softly: "Wait here for a while, I'll go and store these things, and then take you there."

"General Cassius, I understand, you go and come back soon." Although Sulilun still had a painful expression on his face, he was secretly glad in his heart.

Fortunately, he brought three high-level magic crystals this time. He originally thought that he would use them all to bribe Cassius, but he didn't expect that this human general was greedy and saved him a lot of losses.

After Cassius returned to the tent, he threw his things on the bed, tidied his clothes, rubbed his face, and made his expression look more natural before walking out of the tent.

Under Cassius's guidance, Surilon successfully passed through several cordons and came to the right rear area of ​​the military camp.

"Butler Kyle is inside. I will go in and explain the situation first. You wait here." Cassius said softly.

"Thank you for your help, General Cassius." Surilon hurriedly thanked him and stood there waiting.

After a while, Cassius walked out of the tent and signaled Surilon that he could go in.

Surilon thanked him and walked into the tent without hesitation.

"Lord Kyle, it's a pleasure to see you." Surilon stepped into the tent and saluted respectfully.

Kyle pointed to the carpet beside him and said, "Please sit down."

Surilon followed his words, bent his four horse legs, and sat upright on the carpet.

"You and I are both wise people, so let's get straight to the point."

Kail handed a cup of mangrove tea to Surilon and motioned him to taste it.

Surilon took the tea and took a sip. He immediately felt the wonderful changes in his body and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Sir, I came here this time to ask for your help to persuade Lord Weilin to facilitate this trade opportunity." Surilon said earnestly.

"My master is stubborn. As his loyal subordinate, it is difficult for me to help." Kyle's tone was gentle, and his words were full of refusal.

Seeing this, Surilon took out a wooden box from behind, used his fighting spirit to lift it up, and sent it to Kyle, saying: "Sir, this is the sacred object of our Centaur tribe-the Dusk Hammer Flower, I hope you will accept it."

Kail was very interested when he heard this. He reached out and took the wooden box and opened it in front of Surilon. He saw a blood-red flower in the box, which was slightly emitting light. It was the Dusk Hammer Flower.

This Duskhammer Flower is from the Duskhammer Clan, one of the thirteen clans of the Centaur God's Chosen. A legend used all his strength to condense it on the top of a mountain before his death. It is a holy object for tempering blood.

It started from a seed, grew for hundreds of years, and finally bloomed into a Duskhammer flower under the nourishment of blood.

Only seven Duskhammer flowers can grow at the same time within a thousand miles.

As a holy object of the Centaur Duskhammer Clan, it can not only temper the blood of Centaur warriors, but also the blood of horse creatures.

"This item is really good, but it's a pity that it is useless to me." Kyle said calmly.

Hearing Kyle's words, Sulilun's heart was like falling into an ice cellar, and it was instantly cold. He no longer had any hope for this meeting, and could only find another way after returning.

Kyle looked at the other party, his face still respectful, but he had guessed what he was thinking, and then he said slowly: "White Moon Horse, Qixing Territory needs 20 horses, 15 mares and 5 stallions, all of which are not castrated."

"In order to ensure the safety of trade, we need to deploy an army in Lookout Valley, and you need to send soldiers to help defend this stronghold."

"In addition, all materials will be priced 20% higher than the human world."

"This, this... I have written down your request. After returning, I will discuss it with my chief." Sulilun was a little surprised. It seemed that this trade could be successful.

Seeing this, Kyle closed the wooden box and handed it to the other party: "This thing is good, but it's better not to take it out."

"Thank you for your reminder."

Sulilun accepted the wooden box, submitted his resignation, and left the tent.

...

It was dark when he returned to the Centaur camp.

Sulilun did not rest, but went straight to Rodis's tent to report to him.

After listening to Su Lilun's story, Rodis fell into deep thought, and then sighed with emotion: "I finally know why the blond knight named Kyle can gain the trust of the human lord."

"I admire and envy these subordinates who always think about the interests of their lord."

"What you are saying, Great Chief," Suli Lun echoed, "Put yourself in his shoes. If you encounter this situation, your subordinates will definitely seek personal gain for themselves."

"Tariq."

A centaur guard standing outside the camp heard the words and entered the camp. He put his hands on his chest and leaned down to salute: "Great Chief."

"You lead a hundred warriors back to the base camp and bring fifty White Moon Horses here."

"Yes, Warchief."

After Tarik left, Surilun took out the wooden box and said respectfully: "Warchief, this is the Flower of Duskhammer."

Rodis did not take back the Dusk Hammer Flower, but turned to ask the other party: "Surillun, I remember that your eldest son is still a low-level Silver."

"Yes, Warchief," Surilun replied.

"What I take out, I never take it back. You take it back and give it to your eldest son."

"Great Chief, thank you for your gift." Suli Lun crossed his hands on his chest, bent down and saluted, expressing his gratitude and respect to Rodis.

"You deserve this, go down and rest."

"yes."

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