Chapter 9

  "My lord, are we leaving?"

  "Wait a minute, I have sent Gavin to go shopping in the town." "

  "But didn't he just go there this morning?"

  "He didn't bring enough money this morning, That's why I had to make him another trip."

Samwell explained nonchalantly, as he watched Gavin disappear into the distance with anticipation.

With a helpless sigh, Todd turned and left.

With his back turned to Samwell, the bastard suddenly had a gloomy look in his eyes.

It was almost evening before Gavin returned again.

  "Master, I ran all over the market and only bought the last two ghost grasses. I was blackmailed by that damned peddler and spent twenty silver stags! Just to buy it. "

  Samwell took the Ghost Grass in a hurry, but he didn't care about the cost, but asked, "Did you ask where this grass comes from?

  " It is rare and hard to find. He bought it from an adventurer. I also found that adventurer specifically. According to him, he killed a wildling from the Raven Tribe to get these few Ghost Grass."

Samwell's heart raced as he heard the words "Raven Tribe" and "Res Mountain Range". Suppressing his desire, he mounted his horse and declared, "Let's go!"

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The night was deep and silent in the camp of the pioneering team. Samwell, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a chill on his face and woke up startled . As he opened his eyes, he saw a figure in the darkness inside his tent.

"Hush—Master Caesar, if you don't want this sword to accidentally cut your throat, then don't shout," the figure whispered.

Samwell took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he finally recognized the face in front of him—it was Carter, Knight Todd's attendant.

"Carter, what do you want?" Samwell asked, his voice low.

"Red Mountains. So, from tomorrow onwards, I hope you will stop wasting time training those bullshit recruits and quickly march into the Red Mountains. When you get there, you don't have to worry about wild people and beasts. Our more than one hundred brothers will naturally protect you, ensuring your safety," Carter said, his smile unnerving.

"Did Todd Flower send you here?" Samwell asked, his face darkening.

Carter did not answer, but instead, he patted Samwell's face with the blade of his sword and asked, "Lord Caesar, do you agree with my proposal?"

Samwell responded coldly, "Do you know what a crime it is for a commoner to threaten a noble with a sword?"

"Noble? Hehe, all I know is that you are an abandoned waste," Carter sneered.

"But I still have noble blood, and I am still a pioneer knight conferred by theDuke mace . Do you dare to kill me?" Samwell countered.

"Master Knight, have you forgotten? We are not in the castle now, but in the wilderness. If I really killed you, I could just announce that you were attacked and killed by wild men in the Red Mountains. Would the Tarly family even send people to investigate?" Carter threatened.

Samwell fell silent, and after a while, he seemed to be finally afraid and said in a muffled voice, "Okay, there will be no more training from tomorrow. We will move forward at full speed."

"That's right," Carter replied, retracting his long sword. "I have also seen these days that you are not as stupid as the rumors say, so you should understand that we are your guarantee of safety here. As for those recruits, if we really fall out, they won't be able to stop us from charging. So, you'd better be obedient, and we can get along better in the future."

Samwell lowered his head and said nothing, and Carter bowed and said, "Good night, honorable knight."

After Carter left, Samwell sat still, unable to fall asleep again.

On the second day, Samwell didn't conduct military training; instead, he ordered the team to move south at full speed early in the morning. Although the recruits were puzzled, they didn't dare question his orders.

The same happened on the third day. For three days in a row, the speed of the development team had suddenly accelerated, and they had already reached the upper reaches of the Mander River. Late at night on the fourth day, everyone in the camp had already fallen asleep, except for Carter, who led three soldiers on duty at night. "My lord, according to this speed, we will reach our destination soon, right?"

Carter sat on a big rock outside the camp, holding a weed in his mouth.

"Well, it will take about two or three weeks.

If that cowardly fat man hadn't been wasting time, we would have been catching and eating fish on the shore of the Summer Sea.

Why didn't that fat knight train those recruits? Or did he think that more than a month of training was enough?"

one of his subordinates asked suspiciously, unaware of the reason for the team's sudden change.

Carter pouted but didn't tell the truth.

He wasn't stupid and, of course, didn't dare to make public that he had threatened a nobleman with a sword.

"Why do you care so much? You can arrive early..." Carter stopped in the middle of speaking.

Then his face became serious: "Did you hear anything?"

"It seems that there is movement in the woods."

"Yes, I heard it too."

"Go and see."

Carter stood up and walked over with his men. The four of them entered the woods and walked in the direction of the sound for a while. Carter stopped suddenly and said to one of his subordinates, "Jamie, you go back. If we don't come back after ten minutes, you should wake up Lord Todd immediately."

"Yes."

Afterwards, Carter led the other two men to continue forward. After chasing for a while, Carter stopped again and said vigilantly, "Don't chase. I suspect that the other party is deliberately luring us."

"My lord, shall we go back and wake up Lord Todd?"

"No, they may just be passing by. The bandits didn't dare to come out when they saw how many people were in our camp. Let's go back and guard first, and see if the other party will come again..." Before he finished speaking, the grass and trees not far away shook, as if something was moving through.

Carter sharpened his eyes and quickly drew his long sword.

Whoosh!

"It hit!" Carter clapped his hands confidently, and his body relaxed.

"It looks like a rabbit." After speaking, he walked over, ready to pick up his long sword and the trophy.

But within a few steps, Carter suddenly felt a huge pulling force coming from his right foot!

Swish—

Before the two subordinates could react, they could only see their chief hanging upside down from a tree.

With a start, they hastily pulled out their long swords, only to find a dozen figures appearing in the darkness, surrounding them.

Carter struggled and shouted, "You two idiots, come and help me cut the rope!" But before the two of them could make a move, a voice from the darkness ordered, "Drop your weapons, otherwise die!"

Recognizing the voice, Carter suddenly called out, "Samwell Caesar! What do you want?" Samwell approached Carter with a smile and asked, "I just want you to answer my question." "What's the question?"

. "I asked the question four days ago," said Samwell, grabbing Carter's hair and holding the long sword to his throat, "What crime should a civilian commit by threatening a nobleman with a sword?"

Feeling the coldness of the sword against his throat, Carter finally restrained his arrogance and was about to confess, "My lord... I was just joking with you..."

"Joke? The laws of the kingdom are not a joke!"

Carter looked at Samwell's eyes, sensing the undisguised killing intent, and finally panicked.

Just then, another voice came from a distance, "Lord Caesar! Please be merciful!" Carter was ecstatic upon hearing the familiar voice. "Master! Hurry up and save me!"

"Todd flower"

Samwell looked at the figure running in the darkness with a smile, as if greeting a friend warmly. But at the same time, his right hand suddenly pulled down obliquely

—slash!

The cold sword cut Carter's throat mercilessly!

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