MTL - Mercenaries and Adventurers-v4 Chapter 135 , Kiel's sacrificial rites and shadowy stalking

A small amount of blood glistened from the broken head of the beautiful bird, carrying a small amount of magic power. It accidentally ignited the dry grass and dead leaves at the bottom of the blood-soaked cage.

Kiel stepped on it, and stomped out the flame that had just ignited with a puff.

Putting the dagger back into the scabbard, Kiel stretched out his hand and pinched the bird's head with a crown that was still glowing, but a pair of eyes had lost their energy. He lifted it up and placed it outside the cage, and then carefully caught the beautiful bird body that could not stop spouting glowing blood from its neck.

Carrying the headless body of the bird, Keel drew a picture on the cheap wooden floor outside the birdcage with a little blood from the broken neck. First, he drew a big circle, and then drew many small circles outside the big circle, one after another.

Then the blood on the broken neck was a little thirsty. Keel slapped the dead bird with beautiful feathers. Seeing that it didn't work, he threw it on the ground hard.

This time, blood began to ooze from the broken neck again.

Make a blank in the middle of the big circle, and then draw two corresponding triangles on both sides to represent the wings of the bird. Then go up from the middle of the wings and draw a horizontal triangle to represent the head of the bird.

Kilby compared it. Although it was a bit rough, it was basically the same as the ritual pattern that the bird **** asked him to draw in his sleep last night.

Kiel nodded. He put the bird's body in the middle, then drew out his dagger, first cut off the beautiful wings on the corpse, and then cut off the slender claws.

The claws He hesitated for a moment, because he was not among the sacrifices required for the ceremony, he put the claws into his pocket.

The wings were placed on the left and the right, and the body was placed in the middle. Then he picked up the severed head and stomped out a small piece of burning flame caused by the magic sparks emerging from the severed head.

Put the head where it should be.

"So, how do you make it burn?"

Before Keel could even finish talking to himself, the magical spark transformed by the luminous blood at the broken neck of the bird ignited the feathers on the original body of the bird.

And it seemed that the glowing blood contained weak magic power, the flame immediately spread from the broken neck to the body, and then ignited a pair of beautiful wings along the ritual pattern drawn with the glowing blood.

Then ignite a large circle around it, and multiple circles outside.

At this moment, the weak flame that was originally only ignited by the blood suddenly seemed to be opened, and it rose sharply, releasing a scorching breath.

Kiel was forced back two steps by the heat wave.

He was uncertain, for fear that this strange burst of flame would ignite the surrounding glowing plants, causing an uncontrollable fire.

But soon, within a second or two, the flame seemed to be absorbed into the dead bird's body.

Right in front of Kiel, the beautiful bird carcass he had killed and then ritually dismantled was joined together in flames.

No, it can't be called a connection, it's more like a stitch.

The wooden floor was sizzled by the flames from the corpse, and it was carbonized and pitch black.

The blackened wooden floor, as large as a ritual pattern, seems to symbolize something, the carbonized black gradually distorted into a disturbing shadow black.

It was as if the suspended wooden floor on the second floor of the house was connected to an extremely deep dark well.

Kiel just glanced at it, and felt himself in a trance.

He immediately took two steps back.

But there is no need to be cautious, because just after this large black circle that looked like a dark well appeared, the flames on the newly 'resurrected' footless bird quickly turned black, and it also turned into the familiar shadow of Keel.

"Budolibdorabu Yika god?"

Kyle asked tentatively.

The footless bird covered in black shadows taunted with a taunting "Gah." Then it dived down and flew into the deep well of black shadows on the wooden floor.

A sentence floated out: "Good job, a human boy with a great memory."

Then with the next breath, the dark shadow shrank and disappeared, leaving only a large piece of burnt black wooden floor in place.

Even if the ritual pattern on the floor could not be seen clearly, no one could know what happened.

"Huh, it should be done. Let's go."

Kiel judged that there were no open flames or smoldering sparks here, and then quickly ran towards the predetermined place.

He had to hurry up, the time spent here was beyond his expectation.

-

Outside the Chamber of Commerce warehouse where the glowing plants are grown.

The leader of the thieves group showed up at the corner of the street, and then walked away under the protection of his subordinates.

"What is this house for?"

He asked his subordinates, who were familiar with the area freely, to provide information: "Boss, it is the only chamber of commerce in the town that sells the light-emitting plants that illuminate our homes, 'Magic Light Plants'."

The boss rubbed his chin with his fingers: "Is there anything worth sending someone from above to get it? Those glowing plants don't cost much, right?"

"Boss, there are expensive ones and some cheap ones. We have cheap ones in each of our strongholds. I heard that there are valuable varieties that noble gentlemen will plant in their gardens."

But for the thieves boss who has a clear heart about stealing goods, although the rare things of the nobles have some value, they are still just luminous plants after all.

It is possible that something does not match the human hand.

If it's just a small thing, send someone over to inform him. Of course, he will get the thing to please the higher-ups. There is no need to send a special team to do it secretly.

"No, go and inquire. Send someone to the chamber of commerce next door to carefully ask what the name of this chamber of commerce is. Be careful, after all, it is next to the place where the security militia is stationed. Don't mess with those greedy guys."

As soon as the order was issued, some of his subordinates immediately dispatched special personnel to inquire about the news, and went to the next door Chamber of Commerce not long after work to inquire about the news.

"I have a feeling that the action of several groups of people is definitely not a small matter. Let's take a step back."

The thief boss hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously told all those who followed him to retreat.

-

Finley and Pollow were in a pony cart drawn by only one horse.

As soon as they got out of the overnight building, according to the plan, they circled around the building of Weird Wind Town, and quickly detoured from outside the town to the outside of the town near the planned location.

"One, two, three. That's right, according to the arrangement of Mr. Doddell and Mr. Doddell, this is here. Let's go in this way."

Although Finley said that he was cooperating with Pollow, but because of the different status of the two, after taking action, it became Finley commanding Pollow who was driving the carriage.

There is nothing wrong with Pollau, because it is indeed this intersection to enter.

Even though he had never been to Guaifeng Town before, when he first saw the town from a distance, he knew in his heart that if he wanted to drive a car in the town, he had to figure out where he was in the town.

Local people may know where they are because of the residents on the street or the gates of chambers of commerce, but outsiders have to count where they are from the outside and where they want to go. The most important thing is to choose an intersection to enter.

"It's probably a good business for this place to sell town maps to foreign merchants."

Pollau made a joke, but Finley didn't think it would work: "Maps are important resources, and it's impossible to simply sell them to outsiders like this. It's a little bit reluctant to make maps for your own use based on your impressions, and it's impossible to make them specifically for outsiders." Detailed map. What if someone gets an idea here?"

After a pause, Finley gave his opinion.

The carriage accurately entered the narrow street, which was more suitable for the narrow road that the trolley was traveling on. It was too difficult for a carriage to walk in. The horses pulling the cart looked nervously at the approaching flat walls on both sides, and snorted nervously.

"Relax, reassure, good partner, trust me."

Poerlau calmed down the horse, and then used his superb driving skills to prevent the walls of the buildings on both sides from rubbing against the body of the carriage.

Only then did Finley look at the companions who acted with him differently.

To be honest, just a moment ago, he still disliked Knight Crowe for finding such a driver 'outsider' to participate in this confidential operation. Of course, Keir is not an outsider, and even Kiel is more of his own than the subordinates of the Crowe Knights for many years.

Finley thought a little sourly, he usually practices martial arts diligently, but he is really not reconciled, this kid Kiel only made his debut in Kendall City last year, and he has only been in contact with combat for a year.

A few days ago, he was able to defeat ten people including him with bare hands.

Kiel was alone, ten of them were on their side, and they were defeated in the end.

I'm really reconciled, but it's useless to be reconciled. I have to admit that Kiel's fighting talent is very strong.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Boerlau, who has superb driving skills, and finally had to admit that some people are stronger than them, and they are much stronger.

While calculating the way to go, Finley said afterwards: "The buildings in this town are very suitable for internal battles. If there is resistance from the houses, it will not be easy for several times the army to enter. But once the attacker has more details With a map of the town’s buildings, you can find weak points in the defense, and rely on demolishing the walls of the buildings to quickly rush in and outflank the defenders’ soldiers.”

Poerlau didn't quite understand, so he could only smile perfunctorily and say things like yes, indeed, and so on.

When the carriage turned, Finley's heart was raised in his throat, for fear that the carriage, which was going to be used in an important way, would rub against the building and be damaged.

But what he and the local townspeople passing by did not expect that Boerlau's technology is really powerful. He saw that because the intersection that needed to be turned was too narrow, the carriage that was too long with the horse and the carriage could not be turned directly.

So he turned backwards.

The direction to go was turning left, and he drove the carriage straight to the intersection, letting the horse cross the street first, while the carriage itself was still at the intersection.

Then let Finley help push, and the horse backed up, backing the carriage to the street on the right.

He kept backing until even the carriage and the horse entered the street on the right side backwards, and then he let the carriage go straight, and walked straight into the street on the left where he was going to go.

"Good job! I don't know how to drive a carriage, but I didn't expect to be able to do this."

Finley praised him sincerely, and Pollau also chuckled, obviously very proud of his skills. After all, not only was he able to turn at this narrow intersection, but he didn't let the carriage rub against any point.

Even passing local townspeople praised his skills.

After walking a little further, Finley said, "That's right here, stop."

Pollau stopped the carriage, and the body of the carriage was close to the side of the street, less than a finger away from the building wall. In this way, the left side of the carriage can be just enough for a local to barely squeeze through with a cart.

"Let's just wait for the signal. You did a good job."

Finley said.

Boerlau helped the round windproof cloth cap on his head, and nodded. But he just wanted to stretch his waist to relieve his sleepy spirit. After all, he was so nervous last night that he didn't sleep.

At this time, Finley's elbow bumped his waist, which made Boerlau, who was praised just now, a little strange.

Finley's face turned cold, he looked serious, the corner of his mouth twitched, and a weak voice came: "Don't move, don't move."

"I don't know what's wrong, but don't turn your head, just keep your head down, there are people in front of and behind us staring at us."

Poerlau was startled and became nervous. He tightly held the rein in his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Have you failed? Have you failed? Do you want to retreat? Although this place is narrow, I am confident that the carriage will run like no other." I can't stop it."

"Don't talk nonsense, Your Excellency Doddell didn't say any other plans, so we have no other possibility of action other than the plan. Give me to stay where you are and wait for your signal. If you dare to take extra actions before this, don't blame me for being rude. .”

Finley has also experienced a lot of battles. Although the situation suddenly changed at this moment, he still calmed down.

No matter who is following them back and forth and what they want to do, the task of the two of them is to keep an eye on the carriage, drive the carriage to the designated place after receiving the signal, load the goods and take the people away.

In any case, the task assigned by Knight Crowe must be completed.

After all, arranging for Finley to be in the car at this time, and also equipped with a pair of hands according to his requirements, is obviously an insurance preparation for the current situation.

"Calm down?"

"Um."

Finley said in a low voice: "You drive your car, and leave the rest to me. Don't worry, isn't that what my mission is? Everything is within the expectations of Your Excellency Doddell."

Finley didn't know if this was expected by Knight Crowe, but at the moment he could only say that, after all, it was not impossible.

He glanced at the people passing by repeatedly at the corner of the street in front of him from the corner of his eye, and he was a little puzzled.

His figure was a little too thin, and he didn't look like someone who could fight.

Pretending to talk to Pollau again, he turned his head to the right, and then looked at the situation of the people following him from the corner of his eyes.

The people behind probably didn't think they would be discovered, so they didn't hide. They just squatted on the side of the street a little far away, boldly looking in the direction of the carriage.

Ragged clothes, and it doesn't look like he can fight.

More seem to be spies who specialize in stalking the streets.

Just like the pickpockets on Glass Street in Kendall City, who specialize in picking not-so-fat sheep.

This kind of person will not steal by himself, but usually takes three or two pickpockets under his own management, and quickly travels and observes in the streets that he has been "permitted". The little boss of pickpockets.

After seeing a suitable target, this person will call out the subordinates who are hiding aside, and secretly tell who the target is and how much money they can steal.

It is not always necessary to steal all the money from the victim in one go. Pickpockets with fixed streets will only take part of the coins without anyone noticing. He even found out that after touching the gold and silver coins, he would find a way to send them back to the target's wallet.

It's just that the target loses a lot of money, makes a lot of noise, and causes trouble.

It's not good for their 'business' if the target spends their days looking for pickpockets because they lost a lot of money.

At the same time, there are other rules, such as money for medical treatment and saving lives cannot be stolen from locals. After all, pickpockets are also locals. In feudal society, people were mostly fixed in a small society in one place. Because of stealing the money for medical treatment and saving lives, the families of the dead will not really go to trouble the church herb dealer, but most of them will use their own family connections to find out the pickpocket who stole the money and take revenge in private.

This kind of thing will probably cause many streets to be unable to carry out 'business', and the pickpockets will have no income. Naturally, they will have no money to honor the gangsters above, and they will have to be beaten and punished.

Inside and outside are not people.

Of course, the best targets are outsiders, which is why there are the most various forces in the dark in the towns on trade routes.

After all, all kinds of criminal activities that violate laws and regulations are also for money. There is no living soil for pickpockets and thieves in relatively closed villages. Only places such as checkpoints, trading ports, along commercial routes, and large towns have created the soil where they can be active.

Finley was a town guard, so he guessed who the stalker might be after just looking around a bit.

But this puzzled him even more.

The target of their snatching operation is an important part of Guaifeng Town's defense system-the large weapons on the air defense tower, why are these people not the security militia, but these people are watching?

strangeness.

-

Vinila and Cordoz, riding fast horses, rushed out of the town building with four other horses carrying supplies, letting the horses walk easily on a messy grassland outside the town.

They need to linger here in the plan, ready to meet Crow Knight and others who come out of the town. These horses are the guarantee that they can quickly throw off any pursuers that may appear in the town after they complete their actions.

Although these horses were not as tall as the local prairie horses, they did not have the weakness of local horses that were particularly afraid of harpies. They were all selected by Knight Crow from among the horses of Baron Kendall's personal guard.

Bring enough supplies for them to use for several days, so that even in the worst case, they can rely on the protection of the Crow Knights, and they don't need to spend the night in the subsequent villages all the way, and they can go straight through the Strange Wind Grassland without rest. .

Join Kendal's army in Cavanland to the south.

Of course, Knight Crowe knew that it was strange for him to arrange such two people to take their horses on a tour outside the town, but he bet that it was morning, which was the 'night' time of Strange Wind Town~www.novelbuddy.com~ After the re-starting caravan was gone, no one would pay attention to what the two men were doing outside the town.

Of course it was in the beginning.

Vinila and Cordoz breathed a sigh of relief at first, looking left and right to observe some people who came out of the town like them.

But soon they breathed a sigh of relief, because the locals who were organized according to the chamber of commerce, although they were curious about what the two of them were doing strolling outside with their horses, no one came to ask.

Those people are two or three people riding the same horse, or sitting on an empty carriage, holding a scythe for mowing grass, jumping off a little farther from the town, lining up in a row, skillfully moving soft Xin A large piece of green grass was mowed down.

These people all wear gloves. What they are afraid of is that when mowing the grass, the palms of their hands are contaminated with the juice of some flowers, which will cause discomfort symptoms.

After all, some flowers and plants are edible, and some flowers and plants will become red and swollen even if you touch your palm. When mowing the grass, you must pursue efficiency. Naturally, it is impossible to pick out the flowers in the grass. We can only cut them all now, and wait until the grass is brought back. After the town, they sat in the warehouse of the Chamber of Commerce and slowly sorted the fodder.

But after a while, a few figures appeared vaguely at the street entrance of the outer building of the town.

Vinila and Cordoz were riding on horses with a wide field of vision, and it was easy to find that someone in the town was watching them.

The two looked at each other and decided to stand still for the time being.

Before successfully meeting Crow Knight and his party, if the other party does not respond, then they will not respond either.

But secretly, the two had already held their weapons and were ready to fight at any time.

The Kendals, who have fought and won against hordes of harpies, have no fear of their enemies.