Lord of the Oasis

Bags of salt, spices and sugar stacked from inside the shop all the way out into the streets. Merchants loaded with goods going flooded the streets with their carriages. The air was filled with fragrances emanating from all manner of spices. It was a prosperous, lively city at the side of the oasis. Sounds of metals being hammered and threads being woven were heard all over the place, as smiths and craftsmen were busy at work in their respective workshops. The banner of the successor of the Kingdom of Swadia—Baron Kant—was hanging on the city gates. The citizens lived peaceful, happy lives, revering their lord from the bottom of their hearts. Soldiers on the city walls armed with crossbows stood guard over the city, and footmen wearing mail armor patrolled the streets. The place was one of peace and security.

Ji Mansion's Old Zhao · Jogos

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820 Chs

Assassination of Vassal Knight

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Kant rode the horse in front, and Rolf briefly reported the recent situation.

There was nothing to report.

Looking at the 100 meters south of the central posthouse, thousands of mercenaries had already gathered there. Each of them held their weapons tightly and looked aggressive, trying to resist. It was obvious that they were not friendly.

Good people would naturally not come to the barren Nahrin Desert!

"Let's go."

Kant nodded, and his tone was calm.

He gently knocked on the belly of his horse and urged it forward. He swept his gaze across the mercenary group in front of him and said calmly, "I'm going to meet my Uncle Dylan. Heh, what does this guy want to do?"

"He's probably here for a short trip.", the corner of Rolf's mouth curled up, his face slightly malevolent. "He just brought a little too many gifts."

"I like that word."

Kant turned his head to look at Rolf, the corner of his mouth curled up. "Gifts."

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