Chapter 122 Sigmund V(3)

"You are so brave. No wonder people say that dwarfs are only half the size of ordinary people." He laughed and said.

"Who are you?" asked Sigmund. Even though he had no official position, he still wanted to understand why these bandits and robbers appeared in the heart of Leon's heart.

"You are very persistent, dwarf."

"My name is Sigmund Mirian, not a dwarf." Sigmund became bolder. "The last person who laughed at my height is still locked in the deepest dungeon in Smogburg, and that person can fight three."

"Hoho, it's so scary." Sigmund's words made the robbers around him laugh.

"I admit that you are pretty good at telling jokes, you amused me," said Asián. "You can live first. We are missing a person who can perform... Clown, is this what you Vivalians call?"

"Is your name Asion?" Sigmund asked.

"Only my tribe can call me Asiang." The robber leader became serious, "That's not my name, but my inheritance. Well... you can call me Tugru Kergen."

"Asian, there is nothing valuable," said one of his men. "There are only broken books and clothes in the box."

"Take the book and leave the clothes." Tuglu Kergen ordered.

"These books are much more valuable than my clothes!" Sigmund stopped them, and he picked up a book from the ground casually. "The Language of the Palace Waiter, this book alone cost me more than twenty gold coins."

"You are lying again. Who would spend so much money to buy a pile of broken paper?" Tugru Kergen didn't believe him. "It's enough to buy four or five swords."

"From the king, to the scholar, as long as the literate person knows its value." Sigmund shook his head secretly, as if he was telling a blind man how beautiful a painting is.

Tugru Kergen took away the book from Sigmund's hand, checked suspiciously and threw it to his subordinates. "If I find out you are telling a lie, I will chop your hand."

"Why isn't a tongue?" asked Sigmund. "I've heard of stealing hands and slashing tongues, but why do I lie but cut my hands?"

"That way I can cut off your second hand when you lie," Tuglu laughed. "If you pull your tongue out, you won't know if you have learned your lesson."

The black-skinned robbers took away the valuable things and the horse pulling the carriage with Sigmund. They rode east along the Chiliu River, while Sigmund was tied to the saddle by them with hemp rope.

After arriving at their camp at dusk, Sigmund discovered that these people were only part of a robber group. These people were stationed in the south of Chunxi City, not far from the King's Forest, across the Chiliu River, with two or three hundred people, and their equipment was even better than ordinary soldiers.

Tuglu Kergen and his men had their own small camps, with more than a dozen small tents in a circle, and in the middle was an unlit bonfire. There was a wooden stake at the door of each of them, with various animals carved on it, many of which Sigmund had never seen.

After they tied Sigmund to a tree next to them, they began to make a fire and barbecue, drink and sing.

Sigmund kept observing the camp where there were robbers and prostitutes, but there were no other military personnel. Any miscellaneous work and cooking were done by the robbers themselves.

But ordinary robbers do not have as good equipment as they are. He still remembers that the forest robbers caught by the Corva family in the King's Forest before, and only have a few more spears and wooden arrows than beggars.

He could see the walls of Chunxi City through the Chiliu River. No bandit would be stationed in such a dangerous place unless they were mercenaries hired by the lords.

Mercenaries of this size cost a lot of gold coins. Sigmund didn't think the Klaus family in Chunxi City could afford the expense. Could it be that the mercenaries hired by Weiqing City after hearing that their duke's family was arrested? But their masters were all taken hostages, so would they also find a way to resist?

"Old man." Tuglu Kergen stood up and walked towards him, with a piece of meat stuck in the meat-cutting knife in his hand. "Do you want to eat something?"

"Of course," he replied without thinking at the tender and juicy pieces of meat in front of him. "Thank you."

Tuglu put the flesh on the knife in front of his mouth. Sigmund opened his mouth and chewed it and swallowed it, his stomach and tongue were still a little unsatisfied.

"Is it delicious?" asked Tuglu.

"It's delicious, what kind of meat is this?"

"Your groom friend's meat." Tuglu laughed.

Sigmund's eyes suddenly opened wide, his stomach began to tighten, and an unprecedented sense of nausea and repulsion brewed in his throat.

"Hao—!"

He opened his mouth and opened his throat, spitting out the meat he had just swallowed along with the morning bacon strips, oranges and bread.

Tuglu laughed at this, his teeth turned pale in the dark. "I'm playing with you. This is pork. Look at how scared you."

"Why do you do this?" Sigmund looked at the food he spitted on the ground, wondering if he should believe Tuglu.

"Look at what kind of reaction you will be, I'm a little bored." Tuglu replied heartlessly. "Why, do you really think I can eat people?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. I've seen enough horrible things recently." Sigmund said self-deprecatingly. "You don't look like ordinary forest robbers, are you mercenaries?"

“I like to call myself a hiring robber,” Tuglu said. “People just hire me to do what I do every day and fight a few more battles.”

"Where did you come from?" Sigmund asked.

"You don't need to know where I came from, you just need to know that I am here to bring suffering."

"This must be the punishment given to me by the gods." Sigmund shook his head and sighed. He broke his oath, so he was caught in the hands of these bandits just after leaving the Hall of Ashes.

"What did you do, old man?" Tuglu asked curiously, "Do you have any good stories? Let's talk to us before the bonfire."

"My story is sour and bitter, I'm afraid it's hard to make people appetizing." He smiled bitterly.

"Well, you know that according to my belief, you're provoking a god who has something to do with you," Tuglu said. "One of your ancestors, or a natural spirit that is closely related to your life, like a phoenix or a tree spirit. Have you done anything you've done to them lately?"

"No, but I might have provoked the late king." Sigmund lowered his head and replied slowly.
Chapter completed!