Chapter 643

After a pleasant morning in Keen City, Sui Xiong set off for Viscount Samat after lunch.

He had no intention of meeting with the people in Keen, nor did he have the idea of ​​meeting the believers - with his current status, it was a bit embarrassing to do these things. "Oscar the Void Mask" was not suitable to intervene in such trivial matters, while "Holy Spirit Creek Keen" was suitable to come forward, but coming forward would do more harm than good.

Over the years, his help to Keen has remained at a "friendly" level. In addition to secretly helping Anna, Stephen and Romon prepare some life-saving trump cards, he did not do anything eye-catching on the surface. In terms of Creek Keen being the Holy Spirit of His Majesty the Void Mask, it actually seemed a bit unfamiliar.

But there was no way. Many times, superficial indifference is not a bad thing. On the contrary, being too close will cause trouble.

If Creek pays too much attention to his relatives and friends, although he can provide a lot of convenience in trivial matters, it will make those truly powerful enemies pay attention to them and even target them. In that case, they would be at great risk.

Compared with the risk, a little convenience is really not worth mentioning. It is unwise to let them take huge risks for this little benefit.

So after careful consideration, Sui Xiong finally decided to keep a certain distance from them, and even pretend to be unfamiliar on the surface, in order to dispel some people's improper thoughts.

If it really hurts Creek's feelings, his enemies will naturally not hesitate to attack Keen Territory. But since Creek himself doesn't care much, it would be inappropriate to reveal his flaws for this matter.

To put it bluntly, this is also a game.

Life is like a play, and it all depends on acting.

It takes two days to ride from Keen City, the capital of Keen Territory, to Samat Manor, the capital of Samat Territory - if it is a special horse with amazing endurance of Warcraft blood, it will take half a day to get there. As for walking, it takes four to five days.

This distance is the minimum limit for a baron-level territory. If it is less than this limit, not only will the products be scarce, but more importantly, the safety of both parties cannot be guaranteed.

Under the technological level of this world, unless magical communication props are used at all costs, it is almost at the level of "communication basically relies on shouting", and there is not even a pigeon to send letters. Therefore, once a war breaks out, if the territories of each other are not far enough apart, the army will be sent out in the morning and arrive in the evening, and the attacked party will not even have time to summon the army.

Of course, those who break the rules will be punished, but what does that have to do with the dead?

Therefore, there must be a certain distance between the territories of the two nobles. This is an unshakable rule.

Special horses have to run for half a day, but for Sui Xiong, it is just as close as a leisurely stroll. After lunch, he went out of the city and arrived at Samat Manor in about ten minutes.

He did not use flying or teleportation along the way, but walked step by step on the ground. But it was different from ordinary walking. Every time he took a step, his feet would walk at least dozens or even hundreds of steps of an ordinary person. However, his figure did not flicker at all, but was steady and light. Even those pedestrians on the same road did not notice anything wrong.

As for whether they would suddenly wake up at some point in the future, and then learn the wonderful spell called "Shrinking the Earth" by recalling Sui Xiong's way of walking at that time, it would depend on their own luck.

Unlike Keen City, Samat Manor is relatively simple and crude. It was originally just a knight's manor. After Viscount Samat chose it as the capital of the fiefdom, he first used the power of magic to raise the old manor as the core out of thin air, and used it as the inner city for the lords and officials to live in, and then placed residential houses and various buildings around it to form an outer city. Outside the outer city is a heavy wooden fence with a barricade structure, and outside the fence is a circle of trenches with considerable width and depth. In order to avoid the breeding of mosquitoes, the trenches are sprinkled with slaked lime, but there is no water in them. Instead, there are special drainage channels.

In general, this manor looks simple and rough, but in fact, no matter the area, planning and layout or defense capabilities, it is actually quite good. Except for not looking good, there are no other shortcomings.

There are two roads to enter the manor, both of which are suspension bridges. Fully armed soldiers guard on both sides of the suspension bridge. Looking at their burly figures and fierce expressions, you can tell that they are definitely not comparable to ordinary militiamen. Especially the cold light that flashes from time to time in their eyes makes many civilians terrified. Not to mention making trouble, there are not many people who dare to laugh.

Sui Xiong, with black hair and black eyes, looks a little special, but not dazzling. He claims to be a traveler, paid the door tax, and walked across the suspension bridge leisurely under the gaze of the soldiers, without any nervousness at all.

"This kid seems to have some problems." A soldier whispered, "He is a little too calm!"

"Nothing is wrong, of course he is calm." The old soldier next to him disagreed.

"But... his dress and appearance don't look like a traveler at all!"

"That's why there's no problem." The old soldier said with a smile, "If you were a spy, would you dress like him and claim to be a traveler?"

"Of course not! That would be like writing 'I'm suspicious' on your face."

"That's right, don't treat others as fools." The veteran smiled and patted the shoulder of the recruit next to him. "Anyone who dares to do this is either a fool or a strong man with confidence. This guy doesn't look like a fool at all, so of course he is the latter."

"Is he a very powerful man? Do you need to report it?"

"... Do you think our captain can't see it?"

"That's true..."

The captain they are talking about is one of the important generals under Tuen Samat, Ronde Tu.

This surname is very strange, both in pronunciation and meaning. Because its owner is not an ordinary person, but a native from the Great Swamp, a half-dragon.

Half-dragons are cold-blooded creatures with human-like torsos and heads with dragon horns, big mouths and sharp teeth. Their bodies are covered with thick scales, which can provide protection comparable to medium or even heavy armor. They have amazingly strong bodies. Although they are not tall, they are strong enough to wrestle with ordinary monsters. However, relatively speaking, their movements are not very flexible, especially when the weather is cold, they will appear a little lazy and drowsy, and if it is colder, they will even hibernate.

In view of this, half-dragons like to move in the south, the further south the better. Samat Manor is already far enough south, so although Captain Rand does not seem to be very energetic, at least he does not have the intention of hibernating.

He stood in the room on the middle floor of the watchtower, staring through the window at Sui Xiong walking leisurely on the street, his eyes alert and gloomy.

"This man is not easy to deal with." His deputy, a ranger with strength close to the high level, said.

Rand nodded and said in a somewhat awkward common language: "Let the soldiers pay more attention to him, but don't disturb him. As long as he doesn't make trouble, we will pretend that we didn't see anything."

This is a very popular practice. When facing those powerful people who can't be provoked, most soldiers in the territory will choose this.

Hearing Langde's order, the deputy was shocked and asked in surprise: "Is he so strong?"

"I'm just worried that I underestimated him." Langde said in a hoarse voice, "Although I can't find any evidence, I just think he is very strong, super strong, unimaginable... In short, let's be careful, there will be no mistakes."

Langde's profession is very strange. He is not a warrior or a ranger, but a shaman-a spellcaster from the wild world, a special priest who is intoxicated with soul and spiritual power.

Shaman is one of the cores of the wild society. They have multiple positions such as magicians, priests, doctors, and priests. They can communicate with ancestral spirits, gods, and natural spirits. Langde is a shaman who has reached the peak of the high level. Except for a little black face and bad luck, his ability is almost perfect.

So just now, for a moment, he vaguely felt the unfathomable power hidden under Sui Xiong's mortal appearance.

It must be said that although he is often unlucky, he is still quite lucky on key issues.