After Tiger's carriage circled around the imperial capital for an hour, Feng Tie's eyes were covered with black cloth. Under the leadership of two strong, fully armed soldiers, he left the carriage and came to a place with cold air.
inside the house.
The soldier took off the black cloth from Feng Tie's eyes and stepped back respectfully. Only then did Feng Tie's eyes see the light again. He kept looking at the surrounding environment with curious eyes.
Feng Tie was now in a small room. There was an oval conference table in the center of the room. Sitting around the table were six old and thin men with wrinkles on their faces that could kill a fly.
The withered bodies of these six old men were all wrapped in wide black robes. The shoulders of the robes supported armor-like shoulder pads. On the shoulder pads were embroidered with silver threads with a pattern of blood-dropping wolf heads. Only those sitting in the main seat
The wolf head on the shoulder of an old man is golden.
"It seems that this is a member of the Presbyterian Church." Feng Tie thought to himself, "The only one with a golden embroidered statue is probably the person with the highest status in the Presbyterian Church."
Thinking of this, Feng Tie's face was filled with smiles. He extended his hands to greet everyone enthusiastically, walked over to an empty seat next to the table and sat down.
"Hello everyone, I am Baron Fengtie from the Fire Horse Kingdom." Fengtie introduced himself in a familiar manner and politely extended his right hand to the other side of the table, "How are you, my friends in the back?"
No one paid attention to him. Everyone looked at Feng Tie, who felt good about himself, like an idiot. Feng Tie could only retract his hand and smiled awkwardly.
"Alright, Your Excellency, Baron." A deep, old voice came from the mouth of the great elder with a golden wolf head embroidered on it. "Don't say unnecessary words. I'm sure you don't know the purpose of why we came to you today!"
Following the great elder's question, six pairs of eyes fiercely grabbed Feng Tie's face.
"Well, I know something about it. Did the beautiful President Yolanda suggest to you that you should put my broken knife up for auction?"
Feng Tie seemed to be frightened by the fearful eyes of the elders. He stroked his cheek nervously, "As for accidentally cutting off your country's sword, I deeply apologize for my reckless behavior, and I also
We are sincere enough to apologize and compensate. As for the 30-70 split, if you are not satisfied, we can change it to 40-60 or 50-50..."
"These things are insignificant." The great elder took out Feng Tie's scimitar from under the table, placed it on the table with great care and said slowly, "I just want to know how you got this
With the scimitar, don't tell me such nonsense that it was given to you by the flaming unicorn."
Feng Tie's eyelids twitched. He looked the great elder in the eyes and asked, "What if I insist that it was indeed given to me by our god?"
The Great Elder glanced at Feng Tie meaningfully: "You are a smart man. We have clearly investigated the details of you and the team you escorted the witch. Your Excellency the Baron will not be so stupid as to sacrifice so many lives for an unnecessary lie.
Human life, right?”
Feng Tie jumped up from his chair excitedly after hearing this: "What, you old glass dare to threaten me? You don't know how infamous my reputation is in the Fire Horse Kingdom. Look at my bad temper, hey!"
The threatened Feng Tie has completely put life and death aside: "I will never tell you that this knife is made from a piece of refined iron left after the explosion of the Bongtian Fire Hell in our kingdom. I
I won't tell you about the shape of this scimitar. I saw it from the mural on the wall of the Duke of Dark Night's palace. Zi once said: You can't be surrendered by force, and no one can force me to reveal our country's military secrets in any way.
, even if it means sacrificing my life, I can’t!”
The Great Elder stared dumbfoundedly at Feng Tie showing off his fearless spirit of patriotism. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, gently stroked the unsheathed scimitar on the table, and sighed: "Recently, the intelligence agency of our Kingdom of Wolf has become more and more important.
It’s getting more and more unreliable. The news I got back from my inquiries actually said that you have recently been tempered from an obscure prodigal son into a strong-willed, fire-horse soldier with excellent military qualities. I think this news is very inaccurate!"
"Come here!" the great elder loudly ordered the soldiers outside the door, "inform the council to remove the head of the intelligence department and re-select reliable personnel. Don't make such low-level mistakes to make me angry again."
The soldiers accepted the promise and left.
The great elder turned to Feng Tie and said kindly: "Young man, don't get excited. Come, sit down and let's have a good talk."
Feng Tie had not calmed down from the excitement just now. He sat back on the chair angrily and prepared to continue to defend the military secrets of his kingdom with his blood and life.
"Okay, okay, Your Excellency Baron." The great elder looked at Feng Tie with a smile, "Don't behave like this again. Since Your Excellency generously gave this scimitar to us, I think I should also give it to the Baron appropriately.
It would be some reward from your Excellency."
"How much?" Feng Tie's pupils instantly dilated, and his face turned into a smile shaped like a gold coin.
"Money?" the elder said in astonishment, "What money? Didn't you make a request to our Council of Elders to recruit mercenaries through Yolanda? We asked His Majesty the King about this matter, and His Majesty has already agreed to the Baron's request.
, but after research by our Presbyterian Council, we have decided that the upper limit of the number of people you want to recruit should not exceed the size of the smallest echelon in our establishment?"
"Oh? How many people are there?" Feng Tie's eyes flashed.
"One hundred people." The great elder held out a finger, "No more than one hundred people at most. This is our bottom line. Please Baron, please don't try to challenge King Wolf's dignity."
"This old bitch is so threatening to me!" Feng Tie thought bitterly, but he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart.
One hundred people, these one hundred people are not soldiers with ordinary abilities. Those who can go to Dema City to participate in the event once every ten years are the most outstanding mercenaries on the Green Sea Continent. Only those with outstanding abilities within their own regiments
Only then will this guy be entrusted with the important task of participating in this grand event where all parties gather, so that he can avoid losing the face of his mercenary group in the grand event and exchange the items he needs in the auction, and he also has to do it under the watchful eyes of mercenary groups from various countries.
The valuables and a lot of gold coins obtained from these auctions were transported back to the country. Therefore, the mercenaries in Dema City are all battle monsters who have experienced hundreds of battles. God knows how terrifying it would be if a mercenary team of one hundred people was successfully recruited.
Strength!
Feng Tie chuckled and said: "Then I would like to thank His Majesty the King of your country for his generosity. Without further ado, I think I will go back and make preparations. I will take my leave first."
Feng Tie was about to leave, but the elder stretched out his hand across the table and pressed down on Feng Tie. Feng Tie felt a soft and powerful force hit his shoulders, making him unable to stand up at all.
Feng Tie was shocked that this dry old man, who seemed to be able to knock him over with a gust of wind, actually had such strength.
The great elder took back his strength and said dissatisfiedly to Feng Tie: "Young man is really impatient. I haven't finished speaking yet."
"Then continue speaking. I'm all ears, all ears." After knowing that he couldn't leave without the permission of the great elder, Feng Tie also retracted his eagerness and changed to a comfortable position to lean on the back of the chair to listen to this old guy.
What should I say to myself?
"That's it." The Great Elder said slowly: "You must also know that the day after tomorrow is the mercenary event held once every ten years in Dema City. His Majesty the King will also participate in the auction the day after tomorrow. At that time, His Majesty will
When the grand treasure is presented at the end of the auction, I personally lift the curtain of that treasure."
"His Majesty the King will personally meet you, Baron Blacksmith, who can create such a peerless magic weapon after the auction. He also hopes to have the honor to meet His Royal Highness Princess Avril of your country who dares to kill her own uncle, so please do so at that time
Your Excellency, the Baron, had better arrange this interview so that it does not end in displeasure for His Majesty!"
Feng Tie chuckled and agreed. He had already determined that the Wolf Kingdom must have sent many craftsmen in the Fire Horse Kingdom who had been lurking for who knows how many years, secretly passed down for how many generations, and whose status within the kingdom was unknown now.
He might be a commoner living in the imperial capital who sells donkey meat for burning, or he might be a respected noble, or even more likely a guard in the palace who seems to be loyal and highly skilled in martial arts.
Furthermore, based on the fact that the king of the Fire Horse Kingdom has not shown up for a long time, and daily affairs are all handled by the Duke of Night, the Wolf Kingdom can easily inquire and confirm the authenticity and reliability of some rumors.
There was no trace of surprise on Feng Tie's face. He said to the great elder: "It's not impossible, but Her Royal Highness Avril is very skilled. I'm afraid that I won't be able to control her by myself, and something unexpected will happen to scare you."
His Majesty, the king of the country, is not well."
The Great Elder said mercilessly: "You don't need to worry about it, Your Majesty the Baron. We naturally have a foolproof arrangement to protect His Majesty. When the time comes, all you have to do is bring people here. Remember, as long as the two of you have an audience, it will be fine. If there is
If the idlers show up, I cannot guarantee his life safety!"
"I bought a watch last year, and this is the third time you, shameless old rabbit, have threatened me!" The muscles on Feng Tie's face twitched unnaturally a few times: "Okay, I will definitely follow your instructions, elder.
Just do it and it won't cause you any trouble."
The great elder laughed, stretched out a dry and strong hand, grabbed the scimitar on the table and threw it towards Feng Tie.
"Huh?" Feng Tie subconsciously caught the scimitar that hit his face, and looked at the elder in surprise: "What do you mean?"
"Hehehehe." The great elder laughed proudly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, with the old and withered palm facing upwards. A rising purple flame suddenly appeared in the lines on the palm, and in the flames were pictures of war.
The scenes keep changing like a comic strip.
The other five elders also stretched out their right hands, releasing thick or light flames, and the war scenes were constantly burning and distorting.
Feng Tie opened his mouth wide and looked at the scrolling pictures. He saw clearly that these pictures were exactly the same as the reliefs on the walls of the Duke of Dark Night's palace.
"Return this scimitar to you." The great elder said to Feng Tie: "Our Kingdom of Wolf is vast and rich in resources, and it is also a powerful country that has been inherited for hundreds of years. How can we covet one of your slightly sharper weapons?"
The great elder's hand slowly stretched forward and merged with the flames in the hands of the other five elders. Among the flames was a man riding a giant wolf, confronting a vampire in the air with huge fleshy wings under a full moon.
A human warrior, the weapon held high in his hand is exactly the same as the scimitar in Feng Tie's hand.
The flames gradually faded, and the images gradually became blurred. The great elder took back his right hand and hid it in his wide sleeves and said to Feng Tie: "These pictures were spread during the chaotic wars in ancient times. Nowadays, every powerful country will more or less
There are some traditions, and these pictures include descriptions of the past and predictions of the future, which are now very accurate."
The Great Elder took a deep look at the silent Feng Tie: "Did you see that human riding a giant wolf? He is our great founding monarch Guy; Longto, because His Majesty Longto once used and
You have the same scimitar in your hand, that's why His Majesty the King is interested in meeting you. I can only tell you these things that everyone knows so that you won't make any jokes when you see His Majesty. The rest, you can do it yourself.
Bar."
Feng Tie slowly took out the scimitar in his hand and found that the broken tip had been repaired by a skillful craftsman with sharp fine iron, and the entire blade was emitting a faint cold light.