Chapter 103: First Encounter with the Caravan

After hearing Lan Fake’s experience, Old Xie also sighed with emotion. He only now knew that the guy who looked very casual on the outside actually hid such an unknown tragic past in his heart. At the same time, Old Xie also admired Lan Fake’s sense of responsibility. One had to know, not every person who became a leader was willing to give up their status and willingly plead guilty. Of course, perhaps he just couldn’t stand the torture of his conscience?

“So that’s how it is!” Old Xie nodded, and then said, “I say, Lan Fake is a Saint Domain Expert after all. Even if he made a mistake, it was a thing of the past. His status among Orcs shouldn’t be bad, right?”

“Nonsense!” The Old Mage shook his head and smiled bitterly, “You have to know, the Trolls used to be the first line of defense for the Kingdom of Orcs against the underground races. Now, after Lan Fake’s mess, this line of defense directly exists in name only. Other Beast Race tribes had to transfer their already insufficient troops to assist in defense. As a result, they were still breached several times by the traitorous Troll Warlord Green Wind. No way, who told Green Wind to be the master of this line of defense before? He was not only familiar with the terrain but also familiar with the fighting style of the Troll Race. With such a big Traitor around, it would be strange if the Orcs could defend it. So in the days that followed, the Beast Race suffered a lot and suffered heavy losses. It was precisely because of this that Lan Fake became the object of the Orcs’ constant curses. Otherwise, do you think he would be willing to stay outside for fifty years? It’s not that he doesn’t want to go back, it’s really that his reputation is too bad, and he has no face to go back!”

“Then why is Cyclops King Shalas very respectful to him?” Old Xie asked puzzledly.

“Lan Fake once helped the Cyclops Race treat a plague that affected the whole race, so the Cyclops Race is very grateful to him!” The Old Mage laughed, “But other Orcs are different. If other Orcs saw him, they would definitely despise him to death! So, bringing him here does have some benefits, but the disadvantages are also not small.”

“Oh, what are the disadvantages?” Old Xie immediately asked puzzledly.

“Hehe, the majority of the Beast Race hate Lan Fake. If Lan Fake honestly lived in seclusion, they could still tolerate it. But if the high-level Beast Race knew that among the people blocking their source of wealth, there was a share of Lan Fake, hehe, then the anger of the Beast Race would definitely be as strong as a volcanic eruption. At that time, originally they might send a thousand people to encircle and suppress you, but perhaps because of Lan Fake, this number would double. And among them, there would definitely be Saint Domain Experts specifically dealing with Lan Fake.” The Old Mage laughed, “You tell me, is this a big trouble?”

“This!” Old Xie smiled bitterly and scratched his scalp, saying, “It seems I really miscalculated this time!”

“Hehe, you definitely miscalculated!” The Old Mage then persuaded, “Fortunately, no one knows yet that Lan Fake is also in the Castle. It’s still in time for you to send this plague god away.”

“No!” Old Xie immediately shook his head firmly, “Since I brought the person here, it’s naturally impossible to send him away in such a dejected manner. I can tell you clearly, if you don’t even dare to accept a person in trouble, then you will never achieve great things!”

“Ya!” The Old Mage immediately said amusingly, “You brat, you are teaching me a lesson? Fine, don’t be arrogant now, wait until you cry later!”

“Che!” Old Xie directly disdained to purse his lips. He was just about to speak when he suddenly saw Lilith walking in with Krishchen, who had a nervous look on his face.

“Young Master, people have come to the Castle!” After entering, Krishchen immediately impatiently told Old Xie an amazing news.

“Who are they?” Old Xie quickly asked.

“According to the report of the flight sentry, there are two teams. One is a human armed caravan, about 300 people, all strong Knights. They are escorting a dozen large carts, at least half of which are goods. The other team is walking with them, about 100 people, all Pangolin Knights of the Dwarves Race. They seem to be protecting some important person!” Krishchen said nervously.

The flight sentry actually referred to the four Wyvern Kings. According to Old Xie’s arrangement, they carried an Imp on their backs every day to patrol around the Ruins in order to find out if a Caravan passed by early. Unexpectedly, they finally waited for one today. However, the situation this time was a bit different from what Old Xie had imagined. He thought only one Caravan would come, but unexpectedly, what appeared were two tough nuts with powerful strength.

“Pangolin Knights?” The Old Mage on the side immediately asked doubtfully, “This is the strongest unit of the Dwarves Race. They have always only been responsible for the safety of the City of Storms, the capital of the Kingdom of Dwarves. There are no more than ten people in the Dwarf Country who can make them protect! Strange, I haven’t heard that any high-level Dwarves are going to visit the human country recently?”

“Let’s not care about this for now!” Old Xie suddenly said, “I want to know, whose human Caravan is that?”

“Oh!” Krishchen was stunned for a moment, then said, “I didn’t see their family Badge, so I’m not sure. However, there are not many families in the human country that can do such big business with the Dwarves Race. In the Griffin Kingdom, at least, there is only the Augustus Family! I’m not clear about other Kingdoms!”

“When will they arrive here?” Old Xie asked hurriedly.

“At least one hour’s journey to enter the Forest of Ruins!” Krishchen said affirmatively.

“Very well, then let us go meet the arriving guests!” Old Xie said with a smile. After speaking, he walked out with his head held high.

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In the depths of the Forest of Ruins, a dusty team was slowly moving forward. After just finishing the thousand-mile Gobi that was extremely dry, the mood of this group of people who were able to enter the woods was very good. In their eyes, who were used to seeing yellow dry soil, the green grass and leaves here seemed to become so beautiful.

This team was divided into two parts. Walking in front was a human Caravan. They tightly protected a dozen large carts. The protection of a few of them was particularly prominent. Inside were the various precious goods they transported from the Kingdom of Dwarves this time, while the other carts contained their food and fresh water. Now, their fresh water was almost exhausted, but it didn’t matter, there was enough fresh water on this Oasis for them to drink.

In front of the human Caravan were two Nobles who looked like Warriors, one old and one young. Although they were also very tired, they did not neglect the cleaning of their bodies at all. Especially that young man, he constantly wiped the Tulip family Badge on his chest armor with a handkerchief. The same Badge was on everyone else, and even inlaid on the carriage.

This family Badge carried too many things. Besides the tulip itself, there were many other emblems, such as a blue shield, symbolizing that the family ancestors had sacrificed for defending the country, crossed swords, symbolizing that their family had opened up territory for the Kingdom, golden coins, meaning that their family had made outstanding contributions to the Empire’s finance, and others like vines, stars, etc., each representing a kind of achievement. Such a complicated family Badge could only be owned by the Great Noble Families on the Continent with a history of several hundred years. And among these Great Noble Families with the tulip as the main Badge, there was only the Augustus Family of the Griffin Kingdom. Obviously, this Caravan belonged to the Augustus Family.

The leader of the Caravan was an old guy who looked fifty or sixty years old. This person’s appearance was ordinary and not outstanding, but those who knew him would absolutely not dare to look down on this seemingly mediocre guy. He was called Kukoc Augustus, the own younger brother of the current Clan Head of the Augustus Family. He was considered the number two powerful figure in the family, mainly responsible for the family’s foreign trade affairs.

He had a nickname called Night Owl, which meant that this guy was very insidious and always liked to hide in the dark. Only when the opponent had no defense at all would he suddenly come out and give the opponent a fatal blow.

As for the young man beside Kukoc, he was his nephew, the eldest son of the Augustus Family Clan Head, the first heir, Pablo Augustus. This person was nearly 30 years old this year and looked quite handsome. Unlike his younger brother Lambard who took the literary route, Kukoc loved fighting and his talent was also very good. He was already a Level 3 Warrior at a young age. He was considered a leader among his peers. Coupled with his good looks and powerful family background, he was highly anticipated in the upper class of the Griffin Kingdom. People even secretly called him the Three Musketeers of the Griffin Kingdom together with the Third Prince and the eldest son of the Gale Sword Saint, Abbas.

However, Pablo’s ranking among the Three Musketeers was the lowest, which also made Kukoc a little dissatisfied. Naturally, he did not dare to say anything about the Third Prince, but he was not so polite to Abbas. He often claimed that the other party just relied on his father’s prestige, and his real level was not strong. This also led to a very tense relationship between him and Abbas, so that a Duel broke out last year. Eventually, Abbas, who was three years older, gained the upper hand. But they were stopped by their parents before they finished fighting. As punishment, Abbas was sent to the Frontline to serve, while Pablo was forced to follow his uncle Kukoc to the Kingdom of Dwarves. It was not until now that he had the opportunity to return to the Imperial Capital.

During the days outside, Pablo, who had always lived in the Imperial Capital, suffered a lot. Being able to have the opportunity to go back, he was naturally extremely excited. While walking, he planned for his return. But just as Pablo was thinking about which Noble lady to woo first, the scout in front ran back and brought them a very unfortunate news.