Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 929: The Earl Goes South (2)

This caravan had forty to fifty people, and it immediately rushed into Jing Tie Town, causing the town to instantly become lively. The caravan drove past the main road of the town. In front of them were a dozen or so elite cavalry, and the knights on horseback were all elegant. The most brilliant one was the man on horseback. He wore a snow-white cloak and circled around a black and greasy fur collar. Inside was a scarlet armor that resembled fire. In addition, he had a dark green spear hanging by the side of the horse. It was extremely divine.

The few rides behind him also had their own characteristics.

On the left was a big man lying on a horse, not knowing whether he was asleep or awake. His entire body was filled with the smell of alcohol. In such a cold day, he was only wearing a light black iron armor, his arms were bare, his skin was naturally frozen by the snow, and his skin was dark red. This person's entire body was filled with the smell of alcohol, and he carried a thick combat axe behind his back. The axe was pitch black and heavy, pressing him down hard on the horse. The knight on the right was much thinner. He was dressed in black armor, and his skin was as fair as a woman's. There were three swords and two knives hanging on the side of the horse, and there were quite a few weapons.

Although the cavalry behind them weren't as outstanding as the three knights in front of them, their auras were still solemn, their gazes sharp, and their bodies carried a strong aura.

Behind the dozen knights were a few carriages. The three carriages in front of them were all tightly wrapped in tarpaulins, so they could not see anything. The back two cars were also wrapped in tarpaulins, but they could tell that it was a cage. From time to time, the low roars of wild beasts could be heard from the cage. Heaven knows what kind of ferocious beast was inside. One of the cages was gushing out a layer of frost Qi, covering the cage and the car board with a layer of white frost. It was unknown what was inside.

Next up were a few carriages carrying people. There were more outdoor appliances on the back of the carriages, which were no different from other caravans.

The caravan arrived at the Purple Mulberry Flower Hotel in town.

In front of the lobby of the hotel, there was a clever kid squatting. He was originally bored and bitter looking at the blizzard-covered main road, but he was overjoyed to see such a team coming towards his hotel. This person was also used to seeing scenes. He had seen all sorts of caravans before. Upon seeing that this merchant brigade had a large number of warriors, especially the three cavalry leaders, they were not like ordinary warriors, most of whom were experts. Seeing that there weren't many goods escorted by them and that there were a few more cages, they had already made up their minds. In his experience, such a caravan was either a slave hunting caravan or a beast hunting caravan.

However, there were only forty to fifty people in the team, so the latter was more likely. A moment later, when he heard the roars of the beasts in the cages, the young man knew that he had guessed correctly and his face was filled with joy. At this moment, the caravan stopped and the leader of the knights got off his horse. The young man hurriedly trotted over to help him lead the warhorses. The knight was very satisfied with the young man's cleverness. He casually tossed him a gold coin and said, "We are the Frozen Moon Mercenary Group, and I am Commander Fares. As you can see, we need to rest here for a whole day. Please book us some rooms."

"This is simple. Please follow me." The young man immediately said.

He made a few hand gestures towards the lobby, and naturally someone came out to take the caravan to the goods yard behind the hotel. Fares said, "Wait a moment." He walked over to the black-clothed knight and said, "Reggie, arrange for some men to watch over our goods." He patted the drunkard on the head and said, "Lick, how long are you going to sleep? Get out of here."

The drunkard called Lick raised his head and asked, "Where is the wine?"

"Sooner or later, you will die of alcohol." Fares cursed angrily. He pulled out his war horse's spear and followed the young man into the lobby to check in.

The black-clothed knight Reggie took off his saber and sword, three swords behind his back, and two sabers on both sides of his waist. Then, he pointed at two knights and half of the warriors, telling them to follow the hotel's men to bring the goods to the rear yard. The last few carriages that carried people also came out one after another. Compared to the knights and warriors of the caravan, the people who got out of the carriages were much weaker. All of them wore fur clothes and wished they could put a blanket on their bodies. The few of them smelled of bronze, but they were a group of serious merchants. These merchants dismounted from their horses and naturally gathered together, chatting and laughing, but they did not deviate from their profession. Even joking jokes were related to interesting things in the business world.

As they passed a carriage, the coachman jumped off and knocked a tall, thin middle-aged man to the ground. The middle-aged merchant crashed into the snow, his coat covered in snow. The man immediately scolded, "You lowly fellow, are you blind? I asked someone to buy this jacket from the imperial capital, and you can afford to dirty it?"

His eyes darkened as he cursed endlessly. The unusually tall coachman said fiercely, "Who are you scolding? Believe it or not, this daddy will tear off your head and fill it with wine!"

The merchants were shocked by the arrogance of the coachman. At this moment, the door of the carriage was pushed open. A petite young woman jumped out of the carriage and helped a man wrapped in a dark red robe get off. The man got out of the car and glanced at his coachman. "Will you die if you say a few words less? How can I teach you? If you knock someone down, you have to get up."

The coachman rubbed his head and unwillingly pulled the middle-aged merchant up like a chicken. The man finally regained his senses and was about to curse. Unexpectedly, the red-clothed man's gaze was not sharp, but it caused the man's entire body to turn cold. Then he said, "Of course, if the other party is still pestering him, it's not too late for you to tear off his head and pour wine."

Then, under the arm of the petite woman, the man and woman walked towards the hotel gate. The coachman made a bad face at the merchants, then jumped into the carriage and drove it to the yard. After they left, the air seemed to flow again. Although there were many people beside the middle-aged merchant just now, no one dared to speak for him. Now that the man had left, they were full of grievances. However, the middle-aged merchant did not say a word and only shook his head with a bitter smile.

Fares had just finished his check-in and walked out of the lobby to see this scene. The man and woman came face to face. The woman held the man's arm like a bird, but there was no ambiguous atmosphere between a man and a woman. The woman had been lowering her head, as if she was afraid of the man beside her. The red-clothed man nodded to Fares generously and said, "It's been a long time, Commander Fares."

Fares handed him a key, "Yes, Mr. Ed. It's a long journey, so you should go to bed early?"

"It's still early. I want to sit in a bar." The man named Ed pointed to the bar beside the lobby of the hotel.

Fares nodded, and the two of them brushed past each other. The red-clothed man, Ed, his female companion, and the groom bumped into their caravan in the Land of Darkness. Afterwards, they heard that the caravan was going to Iron Spear Ridge. Ed, who claimed to be a businessman, requested to join them and paid the Frozen Moon Mercenary Group a considerable fee. Fares saw that there were only three of them, and Ed's expression was cold and indifferent, and his tone carried the faint dignity of a superior. It was unlike the scouts of a bandit group who had been planted in the caravan's ears and eyes, so he agreed.

Although there were occasional conflicts with other merchants along the way, they were only minor matters. Moreover, it was very strange that the masters of the merchants' mouths were quite poisonous. Only when facing this man did they dare not even fart. Sometimes, they would only curse behind their backs.

Since they didn't cause trouble for him, Fares didn't have to look at the merchant masters' faces, let alone the commission Ed had given him. But Fares suspected that he really needed a bodyguard. At least he knew that the driver of the carriage and the seemingly weak little woman beside Ed were not ordinary goods. The aura on their bodies made Fares feel threatened. Even Ed himself had a faint sense of oppression. He was probably a hidden expert.

As long as the three of them didn't drill into the notorious Vicious Land Valley, the Thieves that haunted the trade route wouldn't be a match for them. Fares was puzzled by this, but since he was paid enough commission, he didn't care about it and was happy to give a small fortune that fell from the heavens.

"Guild Leader!"

At the entrance of the bar, the drunkard waved his hand and said, "Have a drink? I found a good seat!"

The black-clothed knight, Reggie, returned from the yard and nodded to Fares, signaling for everything to be done. Fares looked at the increasingly gloomy sky and called for Reggie to get into the warm bar. In this bar, which was run by the hotel, the merchant masters who got off the carriage had already gathered around two tables for drinks. From time to time, they could hear a few chuckles. Ed and his female companion occupied a table in the corner, clearly distancing themselves from the others.

Fares went round the merchants, drank a few glasses of wine, communicated with them, and handed them the keys to their rooms before walking back. Lick had already called for a table of wine and dishes, and Fares sat down. The burly man hurriedly poured a cup for Fares and Reggie, and he didn't hesitate to pour the rest into his mouth. Fares and Reggie looked at each other and smiled, speechless at Lick's drunkenness.

"Drink less. I'm afraid you won't have anything to drink when we reach Iron Spear Ridge." Reggie kicked the big man under the table.

'"Haven't we reached Iron Spear Ridge yet?" Lick said embarrassedly. He looked at Fares and said, "Guild Leader, when we go to the Iron Spear Ridge this time, that Ice Fang can be sold for a good price, right? However, although the Ice Fang is rare, we don't need to ship it all the way to the Iron Spear Ridge to sell it, right?"

Reggie rolled his eyes and cursed, "Idiot."

"Who are you talking about?" Rick patted the table.

Fares frowned and patted the table, "Shut up, Lick. The best way to change your bad temper and do our job is to be high-profile. That's why I won't let you drink, but you haven't changed for so many years."

Rick rubbed his head and smacked his mouth, "I know, but Reggie's mouth is too poisonous."

Raj sneered, "My mouth is poisonous. It's better than getting stabbed. Don't you think that our Frozen Moon is living well in Sardinia? Why did Fares bother to move our mercenary group to Iron Spear Ridge this time?"

"Forget it, Reggie. We've been brothers for so many years. What are you talking about?" Fares shook his head.

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