Chapter 82

"It's over!" Dale's fat face breathed a sigh of relief. He almost peed in his pants after being watched by more than 100 werewolves. Although he has dealt with werewolves several times, his fear of werewolves has not decreased at all.

Dale's carriage was very big, but not luxurious. As an ordinary businessman, he was not qualified to take the luxury carriage. Today, the carriage was full of goods. When he left, the goods had been changed into a small bag of special products of the orc Empire, so the carriage was very empty.

Gently patting the big bag beside him, Dale's fat face was full of smiles. He murmured proudly: "ten years of business, not a day today earn much, thank the goddess of wealth!"

"Reese, speed up. I'll be rewarded when I get back!" "It's such a big fortune that makes Dale a little uneasy," he shouted to the coachman.

Chevris is a junior fighter and also a guard for Dale. Today, the fewer people you know about this trade, the better. So Dale only takes this most secure bodyguard.

"Yes, my Lord." Reese swung the whip, and the horse, who was pulling the carriage, began to gallop.

Although the horse has accelerated, but dale is not satisfied, but there is no way, just said hatefully: "I will go back to change a war horse, I have had enough of this horse."

Reese didn't answer his words. Both of them actually understood that it was impossible to buy war horses as Dale. War horses were special horses for knights. They could not be bought without money. Without corresponding identity, even if they were bought, they would be captured by the terrible noble arbitration court for blaspheming the law.

"When I earn enough money, we will go to the Principality of thunder. It is said that there will be money for knighthood. When I become a knight, you will be my knight." Dale's fat face was full of dreams that had come true.

Without hearing Reese's response, the carriage stopped slowly, and dale scolded, "Reese, how can you stop the carriage, you damn guy?"

When dahler pushed open the door of the carriage and looked out, he saw a knight with blue armor standing by the carriage. His guard, Reese, a junior soldier, was being held by the knight's neck with one hand. At this time, Reese was paralyzed and seemed to be kneaded to death.

It was Abel who came here. How could Abel, who was eager to find a chance to inquire about the news, let go of the human carriage coming out of the werewolf manor? Just now Abel suddenly appeared beside the carriage. Just as Reese was about to attack, he was grabbed by Abel's neck. With a little effort, Reese's neck broke.

Abel also had some helplessness. The crazy power didn't stop with the end of promotion. Now every day's Knight training and night's Knight breathing let the pale gold fighting spirit flow all over his body, and the pale gold fighting spirit seems to have a strong increasing effect on his body. Because of his strong mental power, Abel can feel the increasing power every day.

Originally, I just didn't want Reese to call me. Who ever thought that he just pinched a junior soldier, and his body was too poor.

Abel has forgotten that he usually trains intermediate Knight Lord Marshall. How to compare the body of intermediate knight with that of junior warrior? The fifth level apprentice knights are stronger than the junior soldiers. It can be seen from the food they eat, like Abel's daily meat is the best meat on the beast.

Throw away the dead body of the coachman at will. There is no guilt for the death of Abel. This kind of direct killing of the traitor is the lightest punishment. If we want to kill the whole family according to the laws and regulations.

When Reese's body "banged" to the ground, Dale's fat body shook, and his fat flesh began to shake. Then his teeth began to fight, making a "cluck" sound. His lower body was wet, and his urine, which was not scared by the werewolf, finally came out.

Seeing this fat man's Pickled appearance, Abel is very angry and funny. This kind of businessman who can sell human beings is as timid as a mouse. I don't know how he can start business with werewolves.

"Please don't kill me, I will give you anything you want!" In a trembling voice, dahler begged for mercy from the knight whose face was covered by a helmet. Although it was not surprising that he knew what he had done was known to be thousands of times dead by others, his strong desire for survival kept him begging.

"Tell me, what's your relationship with werewolves?" Abel frowned and stepped back. The fat man in front of him was full of stink.

"I'm just here to deliver food to werewolves. I don't do business with them!" Dahler opened his mouth and hurriedly explained.

"Do business?" Abel found the clue in Dale's sentence.

"No, no, no business." Found that due to tension, usually able to speak at this time, the mouth of the error, Dale lost the mouth denied.

Abel's fingers with iron gloves gently pointed to Dale's left arm, only listening to the "click", and Dale's left arm bone was broken by Abel's light point.

The strong pain made Dale ready to cry out, but Abel's fingers had quickly appeared in front of his eyes. The steel fingers in front of him were like the devil's hands, which scared Dale to stop the yelling he just wanted to drink. His whole body was sweating because of the severe pain, but Dale still resisted the pain."My patience is limited and my temper is not good. Every time you tell a lie, I will break a bone. You have 206 bones. You still have many opportunities to lie." Abel's voice was so light that it was like sitting with a friend and chatting.

But in Dale's ears, he seemed to listen to the terrible devil's words, and his whole body trembled even more. He didn't know how many bones there were on the human body, which was the content of the noble knight education, but he knew that every bone in his body would be broken, which would lead to the pain of life.

"I'll be honest, I'll be honest." Dale's psychological defense has been completely destroyed by Abel, and he no longer wants to keep anything. He said directly: "I'm here to trade auxiliary potions used by professional werewolves, which are items exchanged from werewolves."

He said that Dale pointed to the bag that had fallen on the ground in the carriage. Abel took the bag in his hand, opened it and found that it was all the same kind of dry flowers, weighing about 20 pounds on his hand. Abel was not good at flowers and asked, "what is this?"

"It's Dementor grass. Ordinary people will be addicted to it and indulge in hallucinations, but it's the main drug for most promotion drugs. The world's production of human beings is very small." Dale saw that there was no danger of life for the time being, and he knew nothing about Abel's problem.

Abel can't help but make complaints about it: "is that not a drug? If it's not the main drug for promoting drugs, it's probably the same as drugs in another world. "

"Tell me, how do you get in touch with werewolves? Don't tell me that you can get in touch with yourself." Abel asked again.

Dale looked at Abel in some embarrassment, his eyes turned straight, and he was about to think of something to avoid Abel, but then Abel's iron fingers appeared in front of him again.

"It's Prince Milton George, Prince seven. I'm his agent in harvest city." Dale almost cried out a name.

"What son of a bitch did king spender George have!" Abel could not help scolding, then looked at Dale with a smile and asked, "I'm done asking you the last question, what do you use to save your life?"

Dahler seemed to see the hope of life, and his strong desire for survival made his eyes show a servile entreaty. He said: "I have 20000 gold coins in the basement of Gary's pharmacy in harvest city. The pharmacy still has a lot of medicines in stock. I will give them to you. Please let me go."

"Basement? Where is it? " Abel asked.

"Under my bed." Just now, Dale has found that it's not right. Abel's way of questioning is a kind of unexpected interrogation that he saw in his previous life. It can be seen in many films and TV works. Now, after a try, people who don't see movies and TV are directly framed.

Dale's face was dead gray, and the last chips were handed in, waiting for his results to be imagined.