Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 "Dear Arafat, welcome you!" The old village chief looked very happy and said to the leader of the caravan.

　　 "Oh heh, old Henry, old Henry, I didn't expect that you are still alive, your body is as solid as your village!" The white-robed businessman replied with a smile.

　　 "Haha, I must live longer than you, so don't worry!"

　　 "Okay, let's go to the village and talk again. I brought a lot of high-quality goods today, and are all the jujubes in your village ready?" the merchant asked again.

　　 "Of course, there are other goods we have already prepared. By the way, do you still accept wild rabbit skins?"

　　 "Hmm... it's okay, if there are more, I will take it."

　　 The two walked into the village talking and laughing. The pack animals stopped at the door. Several guards set up a large tent and waited for the villagers to buy and sell goods.

　　 "By the way, Arafat, I hope you can help me with a small matter."

The white-robed businessman raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is it, do you want me to bring you more food? That's not okay, I have helped you several times, basically I can only make a forage fee. And travel expenses..."

The old village chief quickly replied, "Of course not. I just want to ask you if I can take a few people for me when I go back. Only three people. They are all mercenaries. They helped us repel a few days ago. robber."

　　 "I owe their kindness, I don't think you are going to Scone on the way? Just take them with you." The village rubbed his hands and whispered.

　　 "That's it... Since it's someone you recognize, I guess it won't be a bastard, then I'll do it for you."

　　 Seeing that the merchant agreed so easily, the village chief quickly said, "Can you bring more food next time?"

　　 "Oh, you old fellow can really speak up, oh, okay, I will prepare more next month..." The white-robed businessman looked at the poor village and could only helplessly agree.

　　 Then the white-robed merchant was taken to the village chief’s home. Corleone and the others sat in the house. The village chief introduced the three to the white-robed merchant and also introduced the achievements of the previous few days.

　　At first, the white-robed businessman didn't believe that the young man in front of him could kill dozens of robbers alone, so he asked one of his guards to compete with Corleone.

　　 The way the two played against each other was also very simple, that is, wrist-wrenching, and the strong guard couldn't hold it for a second, and immediately lost.

　　 The guard was still not convinced to let Corleone do it again, but it was the same ending, and his palms were pinched red, he had to admit that he was inferior to Corleone.

　　 Now the white-robed merchant became interested in a few people, so he hired them temporarily until they returned to Scone City. The commission was 5 silver coins a day.

　　 Of course, this is very different from the price set by the village chief a few days ago, but it was at a critical juncture at that time, and the price would naturally be several times higher.

　　 And following the caravan is much safer. You must know that this is the veteran Belem Tower Chamber of Commerce, which has been operating in Borderless Land for hundreds of years. It is strong and fair in business and is accepted by most people.

　　 When it was almost night, the deals between the caravan and the villagers were completed one after another. The caravan bought a lot of local products, and the villagers got a lot of daily necessities.

　　 Next, the caravan set up dozens of tents at the door of the village, and those caravans rested in them.

　　 As soon as the next day breaks, the caravan will choose to leave.

　　 After a total of 4 days of rest in the village, Corleone's injuries have almost recovered, and all the bandages on his body have been removed.

　　 At this time, carrying a big sword, he rode on a camel and said goodbye to the villagers of Buhle.

　　 "Several Excellencies should live well, I hope you can make your own career!" The old village head blessed loudly.

　　 "Your Excellency Corleone, I wish you a smooth journey!" This is a blemished militia shouting there.

　　 Little Dick cried there and said: "Grandpa Pauly, Uncle Fackney, Brother Corleone, you must come back to see me! I swear that I will become a great hero like you in the future! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... "

　　 "Smelly boy, crying like this after saying goodbye to a few benefactors, it's true." The old village chief touched his grandson's little head with satisfaction.

　　 "Goodbye everyone, and I wish Buhler Village will become more and more prosperous..." Corleone said loudly, but recalled his small village in his heart, hoping Buhler Village would not suffer such a tragic fate.

　　 After saying goodbye to the villagers, a few people followed the caravan and left the village. They don't know when they will come back here, or they may never come back again. . .

On the next journey, Arafat, the leader of the caravan, was just like talking, talking to Corleone and the others all the way, and all of them almost wanted to be the fleeing slaves. Tell it.

　　 Fortunately, the three of them responded in time and quickly stopped the topic. Pauly and Facknet simply ran to the back of the team, leaving Corleone and Arafat in front of the conversation.

　　 "Boy, you have such a great skill, why not stay in our team, I will provide you with generous treatment, and every time you complete a caravan mission, you can also accumulate bonuses."

　　 "You have to know that you can receive a bonus after one year of work. That is not a small amount of money. UU reading www.uukanshu.com may be able to buy a house in Hengcheng in a few years!"

　　 "Thank you for your kindness, but I have very important things to accomplish, so I can't stay here." Corleone could only tactfully refuse.

　　 "Hey, you're not the girl you are following, hehe, young guys are fine, then you have to join our team even more. Pursuing girls will cost a lot of money!"

　　 "No! No... I don't like any girl, only I need to save my family." Corleone blushed and quickly waved his hand to refuse.

　　 Corleone continued: "My village was attacked by robbers. My mother and sister were taken away by robbers and sold as slaves, so I can't stay here."

　　 "Well, this is the case, then I hope you can find your family as soon as possible..."

　　 "Do you have any plans? Do you know where your family was sold?"

　　 "I only know that their last news was that they appeared in the Kingdom of Carlos and were sold by the Hyena Chamber of Commerce. I don't know any other information..." Corleone replied in frustration.

　　 "Good boy, don't be discouraged. You can find thieves' guilds in different cities. Their sources of information are very rich and reliable. They may help you find your family."

　　 "If you want to contact the Thieves Guild, you may also find them in the tavern. The guy who looks uncomfortable wearing a black suit and carrying a small package is probably a member of the Thieves Guild."

　　 "Also in Scone City, the most broken tower is one of the branches of the Thieves Guild in Borderlands. You can also go there for information."

　　 "Mr. Arafat, thank you so much!" Corleone said gratefully.