Ride and Cut

When the caravan's carriage drove into the culvert of Cologne's city wall again, Li Cha couldn't help but feel extremely sad.

Came to Cologne by car alone, faced with an uncertain future, it seemed like yesterday, led dozens of barbarians to face the indigenous counterattack, had no choice but to let go and fought, and led the army in the Northern Expedition in order to gain room for development. It still seems like yesterday.

One by one piled up yesterday, it has already changed the world.

Just look at this convoy - nearly a hundred barbarian infantry, dozens of centaur rangers lined up as guards on both sides. They are extremely well equipped, especially capable in movement, and extremely indifferent. Anyone can tell that they are elites in battle.

Escorting thousands of captives and a huge number of carriages, the mighty stretches for hundreds of yards, and the small caravans are so shocked that they rush to make way for them, for fear that they will become the target of their anger and have no way to reason.

The eyes of the guards at the city gates changed, and there was deep awe mixed with their alertness. This is the treatment that only the big men can enjoy.

"Dude, Woya Firm is well-developed, and you bastards are making a lot of money, right?" An old guard with a wrinkled face held a pipe and wanted to borrow a fire from Li Cha, and took the opportunity to make a few friends, "How about it, have you become a squad leader?"

"roll!"

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After entering the city, most people will follow Annie to complete the No. 1 trade in the history of Gaoshan Castle.

Only the lord was left standing on the wide street, just like when he first came to Cologne.

"Day." Li Cha sighed and shook his head, then laughed again in a blink of an eye.

In fact, there should have been a few followers accompanying him, but they were all sent away by the lord himself. But it's not alone—"Qiqiu." A black squirrel with smooth fur and watery fur jumped out of the carriage, and climbed up the trouser leg all the way to the shoulder like a gust of wind.

Li Cha bought a bunch of sunflower seeds from a roadside stall for a copper, and walked along the street while nibbling, and gave Qiqiu a few from time to time, making the little things happy.

He thought about bringing a gift for old Sauron, and wandered around for a while. I didn't buy any gifts, and my mouth was thirsty after walking for a long time, so I walked into an open-air tavern by the side of the road.

People in Pompeii like to drink, so this kind of open-air tavern for civilians is everywhere. A maple tree will be planted in the yard, and old alcoholics will know it at a glance. Those who come to drink will not have any mercenary warriors with swords and swords, but ordinary citizens who are occasionally free to kill time.

The maple trees in this tavern are lush and lush, and the trunk is more than two people hugging. It is an old shop that has been in operation for several generations.

A silver coin was thrown to the bartender in exchange for a large glass of rye wine and a flattering smile. Li Cha found a seat in the shade and leaned against the tree trunk to sip slowly.

"Is there any ice?" The lord always felt that something was missing.

The bartender rubbed his hands in embarrassment. The ice cubes this season were either stored in winter or created by magic, neither of which would be likely to appear in a civilian open-air tavern.

"Forget it."

Before the wine bottomed out, the gate of the tavern was pushed open again from the outside.

"Three glasses of rye, come up quickly."

A large handful of coppers were sprinkled on the cabinet, and the bartender stretched out his fingers to count them one by one, and his expression suddenly became very miserable. The amount of money was just right, and there was no tip for half a dollar, which was a world of difference from the guest just now.

Li Cha instinctively raised his head and glanced, and couldn't hold back his joy.

A total of three people came in, leading an old horse, its tail was so bald that there was no hair left, only a short stump remained.

Of these three people, one was pale and beardless, walking in the front; the other had slightly dark skin and braided hair, obviously of barbarian blood; the other was a middle-aged man with a thin figure, a pair of bows and arrows hanging from his waist, and a horse tied to the tail of the team.

They had what seemed to be a decent suit of plate armor—a set for all three of them. As if afraid that others would not notice, it was divided into three parts and worn on three people respectively.

The iron gloves belonged to the white-faced leader, the armored boots went to the black man's feet, and the breastplate and leg armor belonged to the last horseman.

"One more roasted pork knuckle, one beef tongue, one... three buttered breads." The big black man seemed to be hungry, and ordered a lot of food in one breath.

"Not enough money~" the bartender rested his chin in one hand, and fiddled with the copper coins on the counter with the other.

"Bang!" Big Hei slapped the table, and the three glasses of rye wine jumped up, "My lord is the Baron of Alpine Castle, the Scarlet Ripper, and Baron Richard who is most admired by the natives of the wilderness. How can I still owe you some small money?"

The lord, who was drinking the bottom of the glass with his head up, couldn't hold back, and sprayed the sky with flying flowers from a sip of rye wine, and the aroma of the wine immediately filled the air.

If you walk too much at night, you will always encounter undead. The sages really have great wisdom. He never imagined that one day he would meet a Xibei who pretended to be himself!

"It seems that this friend must have heard of Baron Richard's name a long time ago." The big black man's eyes lit up.

"That's true..." The lord, with a troubled expression on his face, was in pain, grabbed a rag and wiped two handfuls of Qiqiu who was sprayed with ale, "I've heard of it a long time ago."

"Is that Li Cha who has a clever plan to get rid of the bull's head and set the world in the rain?" The bartender stopped playing with coins, and asked enthusiastically.

A person like him who spends all day in taverns is naturally very familiar with the latest popular stories in the market.

"It's more than that." The big black man snorted proudly, with his braids shaking, "We defeated the entire Stuart army with only 300 people a while ago. It's spread in those big taverns now. It's normal if you haven't heard of this tavern."

Li Cha smacked his lips, he didn't expect Annie's action to be so fast, and the news spread within a few hours after entering the city.

Celebrity worship is a matter of course in this kind of open-air tavern, so the dishes they ordered were quickly brought to the table, and the three of them began to eat and drink carelessly.

"So you are the Baron of Alpine Castle?" the lord asked while holding a handful of sunflower seeds in his hand.

"Exactly." This "Baron of Alpine Castle" wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his demeanor was obviously much stronger than that of the genuine version, he nodded and lowered his head, showing a bit of elegance and calmness.

He stretched his hand behind his back and pulled out a huge sword with all his strength. Suddenly there was a gasp in the tavern... This sword is really Qu Cai for cutting people, it is more than enough to carry it back and use it as a door panel, how much strength can be used to move this thing's arm!

"God, you are indeed the Scarlet Ripper!" Someone immediately exclaimed.

Li Cha lowered his head slightly to hide the smile on his face, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

As a senior expert in the field of hand-to-hand combat, he could tell at a glance that the sword was not right. It seemed to be made of light iron. The weight and hardness were only about one-fifth of real iron, which was completely fake.

"This is the dragon-slaying giant sword. Once this sword is released, there is a rule that it cannot return to its sheath without seeing blood."

After the big black man finished speaking, the breathing of the idlers in the tavern seemed to be paused. You looked at me and I looked at you, all with strange expressions.

However, the big black man immediately pulled out a small butcher knife from his belt and swiped it in his palm. Blood dripped on the blade and spread. "Li Cha" put the sword back into its sheath.

The lord is the one who slaps the most enthusiastically among the idlers. He himself does not cut dragons, chop firewood and shovel the soil once or twice.