Chapter 63 Suspicious Caravan

With deep thoughts in his heart, Dean did not immediately go to the tent where the team of suspicious businessmen were, but entered the felt tent pointed by the barbarian patriarch - two consecutive days of walking in the snowy forest, for Dean In other words, it's not a small burden. Dean doesn't mind that he can have steaming food and a warm place to live.

In the tent with the felt roof, there is a small firepit - dig down from the ground about a foot and a half deep, and build a square hole about a foot square around it, and then choose one of the four sides and dig a hole large enough to fill it. There is a hole for the firewood, and above it is a cast iron cauldron, or optionally a shelf.

In fact, in the four northern counties, such fire pits are the first choice in the wild or in camps.

As for the South?

In the damp underground, it is obvious that a campfire next to the ground is more suitable.

Gulp, gulp...

In the cast iron cauldron set above the firepit, the sound of soup tumbling was heard, and then a strong aroma wafted out of the pot, and just by virtue of the aroma, Dean could tell that it was venison soup .

Picking up the wooden bowl set aside, Dean lifted the lid of the pot, scooped up the soup in the pot, and then soaked the dry food he carried with him in it.

As for the venison?

As the barbarian patriarch said, it has been almost used by the previous 'guest'.

Except for festivals and celebrations, the food for entertaining guests and friends like barbarians is not unlimited supply. Even Dean is sure that if he comes later, after the fire in the fire pit is completely extinguished, he will even I can't drink these soups.

call!

As the mellow soup entered the stomach, the warm feeling instantly spread throughout the body, and Dean couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Then Dean scooped up another bowl.

Maybe there is no whole piece of meat, but the essence of venison has already been incorporated into the soup of the stew, which can be said to have enough nutrition.

Moreover, it is definitely much better than Dean eating dry food.

Therefore, Dean did not refuse, and directly poured the remaining soup in the iron pot into his belly, then, thinking about filling more firewood into the firepit, then leaned against the firepit, using his jacket as a blanket Throwing on the ground, lying there slightly curled up, ready to fall asleep.

As for investigating that team of suspicious businessmen?

Obviously, a door visit at night is definitely not welcome, especially when the other party is full of suspicion, this is definitely not a good choice.

At dawn, taking advantage of the conversation with the other party before departure, Dean thought it was enough for him to find out the details of the other party.

As for safety?

In the barbarian's stronghold, there is no need to worry. Although he only glanced at it in a hurry before, Dean can be sure that there is absolutely no need to worry about the force in this small stronghold—except for one who must be a warrior. In addition to the (knight)-level barbarian patriarch, there is at least one barbarian elder who is proficient in secret arts. He holds a special tent decorated with bones, stones and dead trees, which is enough to explain everything.

There are two such existences, plus nearly thirty barbarian fighters.

Even in danger, Dean doesn't worry about being caught off guard.

However, sometimes, things don't always go as expected - just when Dean was about to fall asleep,

There was a sound of footsteps that were so slight that it was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

If it wasn't for the snow, Dean would have been extremely hard to detect such footsteps - the other party avoided the patrolling and night watchman warriors, and walked towards the felt tent where he was located along the shadows; these shadows Although the opponent's figure was covered, the snow that was not easy to be cleaned and melted in the shadow made the sound come out.

And almost after hearing such footsteps, Dean woke up instantly, and made such a judgment in his mind.

However, the long-term exercised instinct still made Dean breathe a long time, as if he had fallen asleep.

The other party is still approaching cautiously, but the sound of snow being trampled will still be heard from time to time, and whenever such a sound is heard, the other party will stop and listen to Dean's movements; undoubtedly, the long breath Voice is the motivation for the other party to move on.

The strength of the knight level, but not good at stealth and tracking, should not belong to the thieves union!

Dean judged.

Without the strength of the knight, it is impossible for him to achieve such a slight footstep.

But after having such slight footsteps, there was an unexpected noise. Obviously, the members of the Thieves Guild would not be so clumsy.

In fact, in the Thieves Guild, even if they are not knights, they still know how to avoid the sound of stepping on the snow.

Therefore, Dean concluded that the other party must not be a member of the Thieves Union.

However, such a determination is of no use at all. After all, the real identity of the suspicious caravan member was still not confirmed when the other party went out—and as the other party got closer, Dean's hand had already touched his waist. Between daggers.

It's not [Devil's Blood Dagger]. Once [Devil's Blood Dagger] is activated, the special breath on it is too easy to be discovered. It is impossible for those barbarian elders to ignore the breath of hell after discovering it; therefore, If Dean doesn't want to cause unnecessary troubles for his 'negotiation' because of this aura, it is the best choice to temporarily hide the [Devil's Blood Dagger].

The next moment, Dean's palm had already clenched the dagger at his waist, and as soon as the opponent entered the tent, he could launch the fastest attack immediately.

However, the other party did not open the tent curtain and walk in, but just quietly stayed outside the tent and listened.

After two full minutes, the other party returned the same way.

"This is a temptation?!"

Dean was taken aback, and then quickly and quietly got out of the tent - standing in the shadow of the tent intertwined with moonlight and firelight, Dean could clearly see the back of the other party leaving.

Tall, muscular, wearing leather armor, no weapons were hung on his waist, and his hands were empty.

However, this did not make Dean let down his vigilance.

After all, the opponent is a knight-level person, and he is very difficult to deal with in a head-on fight. Coupled with the talent awakened after the knight's baptism, it is almost impossible for him to win the opponent in a head-on fight.

So, Dean was very careful.

In this way, after drawing a distance from the other party, he quietly fell behind the other party.

The other party obviously didn't notice the silent Dean - with the experience of countless assassinations, Dean was already familiar with such silent movements.

Moreover, it was obvious that the other party became careless after completing his task.

At least, in Dean's eyes, if he really wanted to assassinate the opponent, he would have no less than five chances during the journey, and no less than two chances to kill the opponent 100% .

After all, the opponent's back was always facing Dean.

However, Dean, who wanted to find out, couldn't make a move at all. He just fell behind the opponent and came to the west side of the barbarian stockade—this is the direction where the barbarian patriarch pointed out that the caravan was temporarily stationed. The felt tents, which are different from those of the barbarians, are even more indicative of the identity of the owner here.

Here two people dressed as mercenaries are keeping watch at night; however, Dean Mingrui found that there are two more people in the dark - the combination of bright and dark whistle is not common in caravans, it should be the habit of the army.

Dean, who was already suspicious, frowned even more at this time.

"Hard!"

A low cry came from the shadow of the tent, and following the call, a man of medium stature came out——Dean was startled immediately.

First of all, Dean didn't find each other before.

Secondly, there were actually two long swords hanging from the opponent's waist.

The former is enough to show that the opponent is also a knight, while the latter shows that the opponent is good at some special skills.

No matter which one it is, it shows that the other party is difficult to deal with.

"There are actually two knight levels..."

Dean thought to himself.

And just as Dean was thinking, the knight with the double swords on his waist had already opened the tent curtain behind him—although it was not completely opened, only halfway, but the light coming from inside was very Enough for Dean to see the people sitting inside.

There are two people in total.

One of them, Dean is not familiar with.

However, there is another one that is very familiar to Dean, and even deeply engraved in Dean's mind - the future king's advisor of the Gosai Kingdom: Momun!

In the future history, he tried to assassinate more than once, but was repeatedly escaped.

In the end, the great wizard who was smashed to pieces in the exploding crystal together with him and King Gaosai!

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