Ordinary Little Golden Dragon

Lans City, the capital of the Principality of Kant.

Early in the morning, a caravan passing by here was making preparations before it was released.

Caravan leader Vincent did not participate in the preparations because he needed to bring the newly hired adventurer team to familiarize with the caravan environment.

"These carriages are used by caravan members to sleep. If you need them, you can squeeze them." The caravan leader with a big belly said very proudly.

This caravan was built from zero to a little bit.

The leader of the Adventurer Squad is a very young guy, his face flushed red, and he looks very embarrassed, "Uh, Mr. Vinson, you are almost fifty people in this caravan?"

"You ask this, our caravan has a total of sixty-three people." Caravan leader Vincent has everything about the caravan. "It's too busy to manage so many people. Sometimes I really miss my career. The first days. Just like you are now, right? "

"Yes, the rating of our adventurer team has just risen to D." The voice of the leader of the adventurer team became smaller and smaller, and then his voice suddenly grew louder, "But, we are a five-person team. According to the requirements of the trade union, a caravan of more than 50 people should be hired by a team of ten. Is there something wrong? "

"Oh, you mean this." The smile on Vinson's face narrowed a little, "I read your profile before, Andrea, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Vincent." Andrea answered anxiously.

"There is no need to be so nervous." Vincent's smile returned to his previous state, and he patted Andre on the shoulder kindly, "We are a formal contract signed by the Adventurer's Union, right?"

Vinson's friendly attitude eased Andre's tension, he nodded, "Yes."

"That's not enough. Our caravan has its own resident escort, so we can hire a team of five." Vinson gave a reason that sounds very convincing, "Again, we are going north After running several times, there will be no danger. "

"But we are going to that place ..." Andre was still a little uneasy.

"Alas," Vinson sighed. "You Kant are not good at this. They have too much prejudice against the country to the north. Young people, since you have taken on my task, you want to go out and see. Yes, right? Do n’t believe things that have been heard, go to see them in person, and evaluate them again. "

"Well ...?" Andrea responded a little hesitantly.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these anymore." Vincent beckoned and beckoned Andrei to come with him, "I will show you the guards of our caravan, you can talk.

"Okay." Andre and his team members quickly followed.

……

More than ten days later, the caravan crossed the actual control area of ​​the Principality of Kant and entered the buffer zone of the Kingdom of Monsters and the Principality of Kant.

Unlike the time of the war, many people are now living in the buffer zone.

But in any case, there is still no exact political entity, people can only manage themselves.

This caused a lot of trouble to the passing caravans, because no one would plan a road for the caravans to rest along the way, so they often need to spend the night in the wild.

This caravan must face this situation tonight.

They circled the carriage around the city, lit a bonfire in the middle, and began to prepare for today's dinner.

Andre and his adventure squad do not need to do these chores, but they need to keep a vigil, so they are now sitting around the campfire to rejuvenate.

However, you can't expect people to easily break their own biological clock, the adventure team can't sleep anyway, and finally they start chatting.

A bard who took the caravan and saw their gossip, so he approached the campfire, "You can't seem to sleep? I can help you."

"We will find a way." Because the minstrel who came together was a sheepman, Andre subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Sure? Then can I join you? By the way, you can call me Darby." The Sheepman didn't seem to hear Andre's refusal, sitting on the other side of the campfire.

Andre had no reason to chase him away, so he agreed, "I am Andre."

The other four also reported their names.

Then the six of them fell into a silent silence.

To ease the embarrassment, the minstrel took out his instrument from the back and began to take care of it. He said first, "If you don't know what to talk about, I have a good topic here."

"Well ... what is it?" Andre was also embarrassed by the silence.

"Do you know, what is the cargo transported by this caravan to the north?" Shepherd God said mysteriously.

The mage in the adventure team said, "It should be food, I think they often carry food in and out."

"How is it possible!" Sheepman chuckled, "Everyone knows that the monster kingdom in the north is a grain exporter, and they often use grain for settlement when they check out. Isn't selling food there to be afraid of losing money?"

"But I heard ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Everyone who lives there can't eat enough ..." Andre portrayed a diametrically opposed kingdom of monsters.

This sentence is questioning the professional ability of the bard. Darby said annoyed, "Hey, man. Our bards are much better at gathering intelligence than you. Where did you hear what you said? "

"Where did you hear it? Everyone said so." Andre arched his hands, showing a helpless expression.

Instead, it made the Sheepman less angry. He caressed the strings on the instrument, "Okay, another hearsayer, I forgive your ignorance."

"Hey ..." Andre wanted to refute two sentences, but what Darby said next surprised him.

"This caravan should transport slaves."

The priest in the adventure team reacted more intensely than Andre. He stood up and asked aloud, "Where are their slaves ?!"

"Combined with the information of the monster kingdom acquiring monster slaves, they should be transporting monster slaves. In the south, there are countless adventurers like you. They broke into these monsters 'dens, grabbed the monsters' family and children, and sold them. To these merchants, and then to the monster kingdom, this is a whole chain of interests. "Darby the Sheepman said these words as if singing a song.

Hearing this, the priest showed an expression of crying and laughing, and sat back again.

"Look, I said that they are not good things." Andrea sighed, "Imagine if your loved ones were caught as slaves, what a painful scene."

"Did you think so? Mr. Andre." Darby the Sheep flicked the strings and tried the sound.

Andre really didn't know where he was wrong, "Isn't that the case?"