Kuima noticed Zhan Jing's expression.

Ken rarely showed his emotions. At this time, his breathing was a little rapid, the corners of his mouth curved in a dangerous arc, and his amber eyes were shining, staring at the stone giant in the distance.

He searched his memory for common sense.

Mandy, in the Uma language, is closer to the earth. When thinking of it, it makes people feel ancient, majestic, and unattainable.

"call--"

What a noise, it’s so noisy, oh, it’s my own heartbeat.

Ken was really shocked at first, but then he couldn't contain the excitement in his bones...

This is a living monster!

On the continent of Osua, there are countless monsters and undead, how many legends are there similar to Mandy, how magical are the complicated and weird secrets, how powerful is the original appearance of the old god, and what can humans do?

To what extent?

I want to see, I want to understand, I even want to conquer!

Quema and the others have lived in the wilderness of Palotuspi for generations, and their ancestors have passed down education. Their reverence for the gods and piety for their faith have been engraved in their subconscious minds. Therefore, in the era when the miracles have retreated, they dare not feel the slightest offense.

.

Ken is different.

He woke up alone, with no stereotypes and no concern for the eyes of others.

What he possesses is the courage to fear death, the calmness to judge people like a torch, the curiosity to peer into the world, and the ambition to realize his dreams.

Even if Ken didn’t make a note…

He will probably also become a wandering mercenary and travel all over the continent in his memory.

But since God has provided convenience and fate has been arranged in the palm of my hand, my life will only become more arbitrary.

Ken took a deep look at Mandy.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but even though the other party was facing the sky, he seemed to have glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

【Don’t use the War Jing Certificate.】

The note popped up instantly, as if trying to prevent some tragedy from happening.

"I'm not stupid."

Ken muttered something and turned his head.

The war horses and soldiers all shrank back, and even Kuima was so frightened that he did not dare to look at Zhan Jing, let alone accept the heat in his eyes.

With a normal expression on his face, Ken drove the wolf to the center of the crowd and finished counting the goods and people.

"Let's go back."

He led the team again and walked out of the shadows.

The background is the dim sun, the undulating arc of the horizon, and the strange giant that remains silent.

The soldier's mind is empty.

They were born into a small tribe in the countryside. They were so frightened at this time that they felt the call in a daze, and their bodies acted subconsciously, like ghosts lingering behind the war banner.

…

Temporary camp on the side of the starting point of the Flynn Trail.

The merchant sitting at the table looked like an ordinary person. He was smiling and writing in his account book with a quill.

After the carriage and horses were re-prepared, the elf mercenary sat silently in the tent for a moment, as if waiting for the order to set off, because he knew the difficulty of that commission.

"Leave, he might be dead."

Elf blood can sense nature. Not long ago, there was restlessness in the wind, and many creatures in the plains were frightened.

The merchant shook his head, put down his quill, and rubbed his enchanted glasses.

The elf narrowed his eyes and seemed to recall many past events: "You always use your interests to tempt others. The showy and greedy ones all died in your mission."

The vendor leader raised a finger.

He tore off a page from the account book and roasted it next to the oil lamp. The simple and damaged paper slowly became solid, became exquisitely made, and felt excellent, as if this was its original appearance.

.

"Is the benefit bad?"

The merchant spoke calmly and took out a piece of fire paint from his pocket.

"In the face of interests, the courage to face challenges, the strategy to assess the situation, the ability to survive in the cracks, and the sense to stop when things are good..."

The merchant said as he printed the signature on the parchment just now.

The wax oil was pressed into shape by the steel seal, and the military seal of "Pistonk" with interlaced sword and shield was completed. The entire parchment commission was very similar to the one delivered to Ken.

"Who can assess these contents at the same time? Of course it's interests. It's clear what kind of person you are."

The merchant put the parchment into the letterhead and put it away together with the heavy and simple account book.

After he finished all this, he continued to play with the monocle in his hand, as if it were a gold coin that had been passed through many hands with rich experience.

"What number is this?" The elf mercenary crossed his arms. "What else does he have on him?"

"Southern face," the merchant replied. "The leader of the northern tribe, judging from the title, seems to be a war leader?"

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled, with an unusually friendly face.

"I think this person's way of doing things is very interesting, and his leadership style is different from those idiots in the empire. To be honest, I am willing to introduce a talent to Pistonk. Of course, the premise is that he can show corresponding abilities.

OK."

When the night was darkest, Ken led his team back to the camp.

The spoils of war were quite substantial, and the team was much bloated than before they left. The soldiers unloaded the carts at the main entrance, and the thirsty horses and wolves were taken to the rear.

Ken strode past and saw a neat line of horse-drawn carriages outside the camp.

Servants and laborers slept nearby, it was quiet, no one gambled, no one bragged, no one even took out the fake wine hidden away.

The team can reflect the leadership level.

He walked back to his tent and saw the merchants and elf mercenaries waiting here from a distance, and then he realized that he might have underestimated that guy.

"You are truly an outstanding leader. Our caravan's order is now settled." The merchant wearing a simple cotton coat smiled warmly. He seemed not to know the specific process, but instead complained. "You don't know.

, the officers in the military camp may not be able to do things as efficiently as pack horses, and our delivery schedule is very tight every year... But now it’s better!”

[Kingdom Pistonk: Welcome]

"Frankly speaking, I am the beneficiary."

Ken didn't hide his thoughts and asked directly: "That mountain-like stone, Mandy, do you know what it is?"

"What?"

The vendor blinked, showing a real sense of confusion. After the other party carefully described what happened, he frowned and began to think.

"Hiss, Mr. Ken, you unexpectedly encountered a legendary creature."

He showed the excitement expected of an ordinary trader, repeatedly emphasizing what an opportunity this would be, how much force the empire would use to conquer it, and what the value of the materials that could be obtained would be.

But Ken's eyes lit up and he raised his hand to interrupt the other party.

The flame that had been extinguished in his eyes ignited again, and his ambition made it difficult for him to maintain the calmness he should have. He almost blurted out: "Can humans defeat legendary creatures?"

The merchant let out a long hiss.

Finally, the other party nodded.

The look he looked at Ken became more complex.
Chapter completed!