Chapter 9

"It's boring." seeing the cavalry leave, kukas spit uninteresting.

The corpses on the ground made him lose his desire to camp here. I was afraid that others would find out when I stayed here, so I called to rest the war horses in the distance. After simply cleaning up the salute, I hurried to the destination again.

After seven or eight days' journey, I didn't encounter any trouble. When kukas was about to reach his destination, he heard people talking on the road, which reminded him of the killing of the knight and his entourage a few days ago.

It turned out that during this period of time, many of the cavalry and retinue teams who went to the gathering place set by the governor were in trouble. Fortunately, we just got to the gathering point with some losses. Unfortunately, the whole team was destroyed, and one or several knights and squires were brutally killed.

"I didn't expect this kind of chaos in castu area." kukas's first thought was uneasiness after hearing these rumors. He guessed that there must be forces elsewhere who wanted to take the opportunity to deal with the governor of castu and weaken the governor by killing knights and squires.

In the Latour Empire, the strength of a region does not depend on how many strong professionals there are in that region, let alone how many troops he has. It depends on how many people in the region are about to become professionals. The underlying foundation is to determine whether a region or a person in power is powerful or not.

"I'm afraid it's not easy to encircle and suppress the mob this time. It's said that there is the participation of the stuyvette empire. I think this event is a private contest among the rulers of the Empire, and we happen to act as cannon fodder." kukas, sitting in a small town tavern, heard someone whisper this.

"Ha ha! What's the difference with us? You know you're going to make cannon fodder, but do you have the power to resist? Don't forget that we are a knight's retinue, and we must obey the knight's orders. Unless you are sure you can escape the pursuit of the knights or the Imperial Army." On one side, a young knight's squire pulled the sparse beard on his chin and said dully.

There were many people in the tavern discussing the mob incident, which soon bored kukas. He asked the waiter to prepare enough dry food supplies for him, so as to speed up his eating, so as to get on the road early and arrive at the gathering place as soon as possible.

He lost the opportunity of cultivation after the journey of dozens of days. The tingling sensation in the body that day is gradually weakening. He knew that if he could not recover his cultivation in time or participate in the struggle, his strength would continue to regress. In this way, the time from him to become a real knight would be extended again.

The last piece of beef was forced into his mouth and chewed, and several silver coins fell on the table and jingled. The waiter on the side was very Winky and hurried to check out.

After paying enough money, kukas took the dry food supplies and walked outside.

As soon as he got up, the door of the tavern was pushed open again. The heavy wooden door hit one side of the wall with a loud bang. However, this time, it was not the rude mercenaries, nor the savage soldiers, nor the cruel and inhuman mob, but a group of young people dressed as knights and squires.

These knights and squires wore heavy body armor. Except that their heads were exposed, other places were wrapped in heavy armor. On their bodies, they also wore a gray black half cloak, which wrapped their right chest and then wrapped around their waist as a skirt. A strange pattern was branded on the cloak, which looked very exquisite.

"Master and squire!" seeing these familiar and strange costumes, kukas's brain turned quickly and soon found the information he wanted. This dress is the knight's retinue cultivated by the knight who specially guards the mages. They don't require much powerful attack power, but they need strong defense power. Therefore, they are equipped with heavy full-body armor.

"Everybody, tell me, who among you has seen this young man?" a master's retinue took a roll of kraft paper in his hand, opened the paper and revealed a portrait.

Kukas's eyes narrowed when they fell on the portrait. If his memory is not wrong, the man in the portrait is the one who killed the young and reckless knight and squire a few days ago.

The people in the tavern whispered. They all shook their heads and said they hadn't seen it. Similarly, when kukas remembered the words of the old housekeeper, he immediately shook his head and looked at the mage's retinue with a look of curiosity.

The squires were relieved to see that no one had seen them. After they looked at each other, one of the guards came forward and shouted, "if anyone sees this man, tell the mercenary union with his news. I think you will get your unexpected reward from there."

Having said this, the mage's retinue quickly turned and left. Only a group of unkind guests in the tavern whispered.

Kukas did not pay any attention to this. He asked for a cup of spicy Baijiu to drink slowly. After estimating that the Magi had left, he paid enough money to leave the pub again and set out again.

At first, the war horse just moved forward slowly. Later, the speed became faster and faster, and then began to run at a uniform speed. The sound of trampling horses' hoofs sounded in his ears, and the spring breeze brushed his face, which made kukas feel extremely refreshing.

The closer you are to the gathering point, the more teams you will meet on the road. There were knights and squires alone, mercenaries and a large number of soldiers led by knights and squires. But the largest number is caravans of different sizes.

They used ox carts or carriages to pull a large number of goods along the road. Whenever mercenaries or knight guards passed by them, they would shout to sell their goods. Of course, all this is done by single traders and small caravans. As for those large caravans, their materials will be purchased directly by the governor, and the benefits are very huge.

Although the running speed of the war horse was not fast, it still stirred the dust flying on the dry road. Some businessmen, while cursing kukas in a low voice, skillfully covered their goods with tarpaulins to save too much dust for sale.

Kukas didn't care. He manipulated the horses to shuttle quickly in the motorcade or mercenary team.