nyslfriends Chapter 185 I Didn't See You
Chapter 185 I Didn't See You
Not long after.
The sound of wheels rolling came from afar; Im was leading his herding team, driving sixty oxcarts over.
Each oxcart was packed to the brim.
Bags of wheat kernels and finely ground wheat flour, whole corn kernels, plump and tender radishes, and bright green cucumbers...
In addition to seven or eight kinds of summer vegetables, there are also precious fruits such as blueberries, watermelons, star fruit, and blackcurrants.
This is not over yet.
All kinds of pickled vegetables, jams, and juices were included, along with several large barrels of cheese and more than a dozen barrels of fresh milk!
The basic supplies package also includes all kinds of supplies needed for daily life.
Small-mouthed tin stew pots, hemp rope, tanned cow and sheep hides, waterproof canvas, sewing kits, ready-made robes, leather boots, etc...
Although the priests wanted to maintain basic etiquette in front of the lord, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when they saw these things.
They weren't unfamiliar with fruit and vegetable jams, but they had never seen them of such high quality and such a complete selection!
Take these supplies with you...
This is hardly a refugee trip; it's more like a spring outing!
This Chiffon Lord is so generous and wealthy, no wonder the Guardian led everyone straight here after leaving the battlefield.
...
Charles finally smiled, a smile he hadn't shown in a long time, and his weariness had lessened considerably. He bowed slightly to Richard.
"Thank you, Richard."
Richard waved his hand dismissively.
It's all being given away anyway.
Why not be more generous and less stingy, so that their journey can be as comfortable as possible?
"It was just a small favor. I hope you can leave the Northern Territory smoothly. If you ever go to war with the Empire in the future, just try not to let the flames of war spread to me."
If you're going to burn it, burn it slowly...
Richard added a thought to himself before turning to leave.
It's getting late.
We need to hurry and go pick up those rabbits.
He didn't want to get too involved with Charles; after all, Charles was a member of the Church of Light, and he had to be mindful of his position.
Richard.
Charles suddenly called out to him.
Richard turned around.
He met Charles's hopeful and sincere gaze.
"I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You have a pure and bright heart. Why don't you consider throwing yourself into the goddess's arms...?"
...
"I don't want to hear this. I haven't seen you today either. Get out of here!"
Richard interrupted the conversation for the second time, then turned and quickened his pace to leave!
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On the plains.
A few crooked trees stood sparsely, and the wind swept by, carrying dust and a dry, earthy smell.
A slave-catching team sat on the ground to rest, their weapons carelessly tossed aside, and the cheap ale in their leather bags emitted a sour smell.
A man with a full beard picked up a slurry, took a swig of ale, wiped his mouth, and began to complain in a gruff voice.
"Boss, we only set off the day before yesterday. Even if we get there in time, those rabbits should have been caught by now, right?"
Scarface, chewing on jerky with his cheeks bulging, spat out the bits of meat in his mouth in annoyance upon hearing this.
"How is that possible? Over a thousand lively rabbits, do you think you're catching chickens?"
"Even if Black Hand and Flower Snake came, they couldn't possibly devour them all. Otherwise, a dozen people leading over a thousand would be courting death no matter who they encountered in the wild."
"They might pick the best-looking, young, and pretty ones, but the rest, the less desirable ones, just have to be left there. Those are enough for us to catch a few times."
A young, skinny man next to him was rubbing his sore and swollen thighs, frowning as he asked:
"We only brought two bottles of sleeping potion, that's a bit few. Should we set up the same way as last time?"
Scarface glared at him like he was an idiot, and said irritably:
"idiot!"
"The Blackwater Territory's army is all gone. Now there are only some useless reservists left in the city. If the Wolf Warriors weren't stationed there..."
A glint of greedy malice flashed in his eyes.
"At that point, all we need to do is unite with other slave-hunting teams. Once we're all together, will we still need to resort to those drugging tricks?"
"They'll definitely storm into the city, grab whoever they want, and run. Otherwise, when the new lord arrives, there won't be any left for us!"
Slave-catching teams had their own set of rules.
What kind of response will be given to different situations? This kind of situation has happened before.
As early as when this large group of rabbits appeared during the frost, the various slave-catching teams had already discussed and planned to act in unison after receiving secret messages.
But later on, the number of Knights of Light increased.
That's how the matter ended.
The Holy See of Light has now fallen.
Blackwater Territory has become a temporarily unclaimed lawless land, with countless people secretly eyeing that group of priceless rabbits!
When the skinny guy heard that he could go into the city and openly rob, his eyes lit up instantly, and he rubbed his hands together excitedly.
...
Just then.
A slight tremor suddenly came from the ground.
It's very light.
But this instantly changed the expressions of Scarface and Big Beard, who had spent years making a living in the wild.
Almost instinctively, the two grabbed the packhorses beside them and scrambled down the slope into the ditch, their movements as swift as startled rabbits.
The skinny bamboo pole was still standing there, looking dazed.
Bewildered.
I don't know what happened.
Scarface was so angry that his teeth itched. He slapped him hard, making him see stars, and then grabbed his ear and dragged him into the pit.
"Are you asking for it?!"
"A knightly order is passing by! Quickly hide and don't show your face!"
...
At the end of the plain.
A blurry shadow rapidly enlarged at an astonishing speed; one second it was on the horizon, and the next its outline was clearly visible!
Scarface and the bearded man clung to the edge of the pit, only half their heads showing as they checked the situation, their hearts pounding wildly.
That speed...
They were much faster than any of the Wolf Riders they had ever seen before, and the force of their hooves hitting the ground made their chests tingle as they lay on the ground!
"Boss..."
"Whose knightly order is this?"
Scarface's face was twitching.
"How should I know? We'd better hide well. Some knightly orders like to use us as live targets for practice!"
The voice just fell.
The skinny bamboo pole shouted in a high-pitched voice!
"Horse...no, that's not right!"
"It's a unicorn! It's a legendary unicorn! Good heavens! Its hooves are still on fire!"
Scarface followed the gaze and his heart skipped a beat!
Within sight.
The galloping cavalry was almost upon them.
Each knight was clad in exquisite armor that gleamed with a cold, sharp light, and carried a broadsword on his back, exuding a chilling aura of iron and blood!
And their mounts...
That was no ordinary packhorse, but a unicorn that only existed in legends and the songs of bards!
Rumble—!
The entire team resembled a long white river burning with holy flames, or a huge, incomparable sword of light and flame.
It tore the plains apart!
With each step of the horse's hoof.
It kicked up huge clumps of dust and grass clippings, and the swirling wind carried a scorching heat and an indescribable sense of oppression.
It nearly suffocated the three mice!
Scarface stared blankly at the receding figure, which seemed to disappear like a white torrent, muttering unconsciously to himself:
"Besides the wolves, the North..."
"What kind of organization could assemble such a complete set of warhorses, all of them legendary unicorns? Could they be a prince's guard from the capital?"
The people at the bottom of the pit collapsed to the ground, their legs weak, their bodies covered in cold sweat, and they didn't have the strength to move at all.
The skinny man, having recovered his strength, trembled as he approached the scarred man and stammered:
"Boss..."
"They're gone, shouldn't we hurry to Blackwater Territory? It'll be too late..."
Snap!
Another resounding slap landed hard on his other cheek. Scarface's eyes turned red with rage, and he growled in a low voice:
"Are you an idiot?! Didn't you see they're heading towards Blackwater Territory? Going there is just suicide!"
The man with the big beard was trembling.
"When will this chaos in the North end? They've even mobilized the Prince's Guard. I want to go home..."
Scarface nodded, still shaken.
The group dared not linger, hastily gathering their weapons and packhorses before fleeing in a panic toward the eastern border.