Long Live Summons!

Jinyang City had more refugees, but Heiling City had more guests.

This group of Guests is a little strange.

Different.

In front is a lookout bandit with sharp eyes riding a lizard, in the middle of which dozens of mercenaries slowly entered the city with dozens of criminals who had been tortured and their teeth torn to shreds and shaped like skeletons. Finally, there is a huge Aaron ‘Bigfoot Walking Dragon’. Along a path filled with white bones, that big foot slowly walked down the dragon, with a golden luxury on its back.

On that golden throne, besides two silver-armed samurai dressed alike, there was a female slave and a little girl with a baby in her arms.

Unlike ordinary merchants, this team is more like a slave hunting team.

But rarely do you see the slave hunting team so luxurious, you get a quasi-class' Bigfoot Walking Dragon ’that is normally only eligible for riding above the owner of the city, and you get a golden throne with so much wind...

Most surprisingly, there is no such dignified person on the Golden Throne, but only two samurai, even sitting in an inferior position as slaves and at first glance as little girls of hungry people. Even though they sat at the feet of two silver-armed samurai, on that luxurious golden throne, looking high and high, they could still see clearly the cowardice and anxiety in their eyes. One can see at a glance that they are definitely not nobles. On the contrary, these should be the Dalits, the hungry of the Dalits!

What kind of bitch sits on the Golden Throne?

The captain of the guard responsible for collecting taxes at the gates of the city is incredible.

“Jumen stinks of wine, the road freezes to death...” He heard the silver armored samurai on the left of Golden Seat say to the silver armored samurai on the right.

“Don't drop the bag. Now is not the time to get emotional. Get to work. We don't have much time. We need to stop the wind and swamp and get rid of the periphery.” The captain of the guard at the gate of the city heard the silver armored samurai on the right again saying that although it was a little far away and a little noisy around, it was not very clear, but listen to this accent, the silver armored samurai on the right should be a woman.

“What do you do?” The guards came forward and stopped the highest-searching bandits, drank aloud and came to Heilingcheng. Whatever their status, they had to pay taxes, which was the rule set by the Lord.

The Lord in Black Mausoleum is the Lord's own brother.

Don't say that the Black Mausoleum is in the whole wind stop country, and nobody dares to defy the Lord's will.

Here, Lord Lord, is the heaven, the earth, the only ruler who dominates the fate of all in the Dark Mausoleum!

The bright-eyed probing thief rolled down the back of the long-legged lizard and smiled. Like an old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time, he went forward and greeted the guard very skilfully, stuffed a small bag of money into the guard's ear, biting his ear and saying it for a while. He pointed back at his thighs and whispered a few words. At the end of the day, the Pathfinder pulled out a bigger and more exciting purse in his arms and gave it up with a smile as a tax… it was perfectly normal for almost all the merchants or slave trappers to do so.

Bribery of guards is the most common action of every road bandit, and the payment of taxes is in accordance with regional ordinances.

Originally this inexplicable formality made the captain at the gates of the city look a secret frown.

I don't know what it feels like.

Captain of the Guard, I always felt that the laughter of this Pathfinder was not a compliment, but an indescribable mockery.

It seems that the guard who receives the money will soon be unlucky... but the gold coin is perfectly fine. When watching the guard open the wallet to register taxes, the captain of the guard found the gold coin to be true, free of deception, and plentiful, far beyond the average slave squad, and even beyond the average size of the merchant squad.

Well, don't these people have a lot of money to squander?

Look at all the runaways they've captured, all of them tormented to no avail. Is it really worth paying nearly a thousand gold dollars in taxes for these runaways? Besides, for a team like this, it would be painful for others to pay a hundred dollars, but this exploratory thief handed in nearly a thousand gold, and his face was full of smiles.

That's weird!

When this team enters the city, the captain of the guard still wonders why his heart is upset?

Why do you feel uncomfortable when you clearly collect heavy taxes and have more share of yourself? What went wrong?

“Grey Dog, what did he just say?” The captain of the guard summoned his men for questioning.

“Boss, that's a slave hunt for escaped slaves who have long been traveling to and from the wind and raging countries, only passing by this time, they are said to be mainly responsible for smuggling, and slave hunting is only part-time. I reckon they put in a lot of money this time, they were very generous enough to pay more than 800 gold tax, head, we're going to be developed this time, that is, the highest limit of 200 gold, the rest can be divided into more than 600 gold, now the brothers can finally celebrate! In this poor, shitty place, how long has it been since I've had this kind of income? Half a month, no, half a year has not seen such fat sheep come to my door!” The guard danced with excitement and smiled to the captain with good news.

The captain of the guard nodded and said he knew.

Although he had a chance to fill his bags, he didn't feel happy, and even a fear of secrecy surfaced.

Impossible... this slave squad actually pays 800 bucks for taxes? Even if smuggling is easy to earn, it's impossible to pay taxes like that when entering the city. This is a fool's behavior. Who would spill money for no reason?

If this slave squad did it deliberately, what was it for?

Why did they bribe the city with heavy money?

Why would the Pathfinder laugh so deeply in his eyes? How can a slutty slave and a hungry little girl be eligible to sit on the Golden Seat? The most puzzling thing is, how can those two silver-armed samurai dressed exactly the same give themselves a feeling of immense fear when their strength is so weak?

I don't understand what the captain of the guard responsible for collecting taxes at the city entrance thinks.

I don't know how long it's been.

In a distant direction, a lion vulture flew in, filled with a flying messenger covered in blood, before entering the city, and the messenger fell.

When the captain of the guard grabbed the flight messenger and found that he was already dying. At the last moment, the flying messenger returned to the light and took hold of the guard captain's hand: “Hurry, hurry, report to the lord, Sheepshoe City, Sandstone City, Gobi City, Thornthorn City, Walnut City, have all been breached, I have just escaped in Buffalo... I, I, I am the only one who escaped... tell the lord, the enemy... ask the lord for help, ah..."

The messenger seemed to have something to say, but he couldn't hold on.

For the first time, he died of qi.

“I immediately...” The captain of the guard heard the news, jumped immediately, and the whole black collar was broken. Is that okay? Who knows, and the territory of the non-theatre has been invaded. Has the war spread to the great rear of the wind marshes?

He is preparing to rush to the Lords' Palace at the fastest possible speed to report this nightmare to Lord Black Maverick.

But the fleeing slaves who had just been tortured by torture in their prisoner cars, that bloody tragedy, flashed deep inside the head of the guard.

Goatshoe City, Sandstone City, Gobi City, Jingthorn City, Walnut City and Buffalo City were all overrun by the enemy, so how many city owners, stationed generals, were all captured?

……

The captain of the guard suddenly fought a cold war with fear.

Reminds me of the smiling face of the highway thief who had just paid heavy taxes. Reminds me of the sluts who could not have sat on the throne. Reminds me of the escapees who had been tortured in their prisoner cars. Reminds me of the conversation between the men and women samurai dressed in the same way... The captain of the guard trembled and sweated like rain all over his body.

“What's the matter? Head?” Several guards looked at the captain inexplicably.

“I have something very important to report to the Lord. You stay here. By the way, I don't want that tax share, you guys, remember to have fun at night!” The captain of the guard wiped a sweat and persisted in his fear and commanded.

“Understood, boss, you have to get back early!” Several guards were happy to hear that the captain was going on a mission to the lord of the country, without sharing any money.

“The vultures are ready!” Smart grey dogs even quickly grabbed the captain's flying messenger's horse and waited for him to travel.

“Bye, brothers.” The captain of the guard turned behind the vulture and said it deliberately.

Then, he fueled the vultures wildly.

Let it rush with the quickest possible speed.

Two days later.

Due to overworked vultures flying day and night at high speeds, the captain of the guard has been abandoned.

The captain of the guard used all his strength to drive desperately. What he wanted most of all was not to report the news to the master, who did not need his report at all, believing that it had already been received. All he had to do was save his life and flee desperately to the capital, where the master lived, because that would be the safest place.

Green Willow City, the country where the wind stops, the top of the high spire is already at the limit of sight.

Green Willow City, a place of peace where war has never broken out.

Because of the powerful power of the wind stop lord, it is also located in the great rear of the warring zone of Tianhua. Here, thousands of miles of soil, prosperity and prosperity flourish, never any army or mob can attack here...

The captain of the guard caught sight of Green Willow City, which only relieved him a little.

Well, it's safe to get out of here.

He took off the captain's clothes, threw them all away, and wore the deerskin from the hunt, disguised as a hunter who had lived in the forest for a long time. Though he did not know how the fighting was going, he had abandoned his former status as the captain of the city gate guard and decided to change his identity and mix it into Green Willow City to live again in this peaceful city. You have some strength, don't be afraid to starve to death, so long as your place of residence is safe enough, it doesn't matter at all.

Check it up and down, it feels like nothing is broken.

The former captain of the guard flew out of the forest area and landed at the gates of Green Willow City. He handed the guard his previously disguised ID and taxes, accompanied him with a smile, indicating that he needed to enter the city and buy some fur.

“Tinker Bell guy!” The guard grunted with some disgust, forcibly extorting two more gold coins, and waved: “Get lost! ”

“Wow, look, look over there, there's a luxurious slave squad coming. My God, this slave squad seems to have got a lot of oil and water, and Bigfoot walks on the back of the dragon with the golden throne, the grass. What kind of slave squad is this?” Several guards spoke with surprise.

The former captain of the Black Mausoleum guard listened and was stiff.

He turned back a little unbelievably.

Desperately discovered that the slave hunting team we had seen before in Black Mausoleum was slowly coming towards Green Willow City.

Their ranks seem to have grown a little bit, there are a dozen more mercenaries in charge of escorting them, and there are a few more cars in prison. The only thing that remains unchanged is the bandit on the road riding the lizard, whose eyes are still bright and whose face is still smiling... and who is sitting on the Golden Seat, also the female slave and the little girl holding the baby, and on top, the two silver samurai dressed almost identically.

The former guard captain was frightened and barely fell to the ground.

He knows the distance between Black Mausoleum and Green Willow City.

Don't talk about walking with Bigfoot Dragon, it takes ten days to fly with a lion vulture.

It took him three days to get here because he had discovered an unknown space fissure, crossed it and saved at least 70% of the way to get here.

This leisurely footsteps can catch up with the slave squad who walked from Black Mausoleum to Green Willow City...

The former captain of the guard dared not think about it or look at it, because he found a bloody shadow in one of the prisoner cars familiar... the sharp-eyed probing thief jumped off the lizard, smiled and stuffed the guard with a wallet, and couldn't help but smile at the former captain of the Black Mausoleum Guard and say: “You're fast, I didn't expect you to be in front of us! ”

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)