Chapter 148 Interlude

In order to provide food for them, a hundred strong men, the cook of the inn also went to stock up, emptied the nearby shops, bought meat, and replenished vegetables.

Twelve large tables were opened for the one hundred soldiers, with eight people sitting at each table.

The rangers were not worried about the problems with the trucks outside. They drank and ate meat in the village without any worries.

Those goods tied up with thick linen cloth and hemp rope would take a long time to cut even if they used their weapons. Without a horse, it would be impossible to carry the weight, and it would prevent others from trying to take these goods along. idea.

Ji Lin received special treatment. He was at a table alone, and the dishes on the table were more exquisite and sparse. This was a meal specially ordered by the county magistrate from the best restaurant for him, and was delivered after it was cooked. Ji Lin invited the ten chiefs under his jurisdiction to sit together at a larger table.

He actually wanted to eat meat and dinner with all the soldiers, but now the conditions were limited.

My drinking capacity is very poor, so I don’t have to drink too much.

Ordinary inns will definitely not tolerate this kind of outside food behavior. Isn't this damaging their brand name? It's just that... there are always exceptions.

Ji Lin has never seen the owner of the shop before, but this is an exception.

He originally wanted to have a chat with the shop owner and talk about the local customs.

The business of this inn is deserted, and there are only enough rooms and locations for soldiers like them to stay. How can a frequent guest inn dare to accommodate these giant Buddhas? Seeing these soldiers staying, 90% of the original residents will be scared away.

If these soldiers did anything after drinking, the innkeepers would not dare to think about who they should ask for compensation.

"Guest, you see...there is indeed no room left."

The waiter rubbed his hands, apologized repeatedly to the customers standing at the door, and glanced into the store from time to time.

The store was now filled with fully armed soldiers, with their horses hanging on their waists and crossbows slung behind their backs. They concentrated on the various meat dishes that the store served them. They were all plump meat dishes with heavy oil and color, and were paired with snow-white rice. It was really appetizing.

The soldiers laughed and drank with each other, and were not allowed to leave while eating and drinking.

The murderous atmosphere was so overwhelming that the store owner did not dare to come, and only the manager and waiter were allowed to receive these uninvited guests.

It's just that the waiter in charge of this group of soldiers didn't think that the guy who didn't know life or death wanted to stay in their store overnight.

The leader was a fifteen-year-old young man wearing a gray-white robe.

"Accommodation? I'm here to ask for money!"

As soon as the waiter heard that he wanted to howl, he immediately pulled him away to prevent him from causing any trouble.

"Hey, be a good boy, Master... don't make trouble in front of these people. I owe you something. Let's settle it in private."

The main visitors to their inn on weekdays are not the tourists who often pass by, but the young knights who think highly of themselves. They have read two novels and brought their swords to explore the world. Extorting a sum of their money can be regarded as sending these inexperienced children home as soon as possible.

It's because they usually do too much shady business that the store is so deserted. Now their shady retribution has come.

It's just that the waiter in the shop had no impression of this young man no matter how hard he tried.

Ji Lin was relieved when he saw this scene. He put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and motioned to his subordinates to continue eating and go and see this problem for himself.

Finally, he got a chance to break away from the team.

When this little episode attracted the attention of the residents, two figures, a man and a woman, quietly sneaked into the stable and stood in front of three carriages.

They were all wearing the same gray-white robes as the young man blocking the door, except that the sleeves were smudged with black glyphs, fifteen strokes.

'ink'

"Brother, do we have to do it now? Wouldn't it be better at night?"

When a woman opens her mouth, the sound is like a silver bell.

"People are scheduled to keep watch at night, and we don't know when they will ship it tomorrow morning. After they ship it, they will protect the goods, making it harder for us to touch them. The time left for us is only now."

The man she called her senior brother stretched out his hand and pressed it on the box, mobilizing energy to begin to penetrate inside, outlining the spell model, waiting for something in the box to resonate with him.

"You go check the other truck. We'll leave after checking the three trucks. Don't waste the time Komori bought for us."

The man gave the order clearly.

The woman walked in front of another car, stretched out her hand, and constructed the same spell model.

"Brother, how are we going to take these things away?"

The man sighed, not wanting to reply.

"There will always be a way. Let's first determine whether these things are what we need."

The crossbows of those rangers can easily penetrate any defensive measures they hold. After all, there are only a few top swordsmen who can kill one person in ten steps. Their combat skills are not enough to support them in facing the soldiers.

The killing skills born in the military formation are only designed to take human lives.

What's more, those long...even centurion battles, centurions who fight for a long time without being promoted are extremely terrifying existences. They are of low status and train with the army day and night, from the scorching sun to the freezing ice. The road to promotion is not smooth, and centurion is likely to be the limit of their promotion.

But it is definitely not the limit of their fighting ability.

One of his fellow disciples was so unlucky to encounter such a centurion. All his skills were so fragile in front of the martial arts honed in the centurion's life and death struggle, and the mechanism technique had not yet been used. He was fatally struck by a single blow, which left a huge shadow on him.

Although Ji Lin, the centurion, was a real talent, he couldn't even defeat any of his rangers in single combat.

As the two of them were secretly inspecting the truck, a figure in gray clothes appeared behind them at some point. He watched them with interest as they performed the operations and then said.

"What are you doing?"

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