Chapter 482
The Priceless Treasure
Chapter 482 The Priceless Treasure
Silent all night.
Early the next morning, without the urging of the leader Sander, all the members of the Dragon Knight caravan got up early.
After dressing and washing, and having breakfast together, with a heavy purse in his arms, he continued to rush home full of joy.
According to what they have gained this time, they can be considered a homecoming.
However, everyone in the Dragon Knight Caravan is used to being poor, and once they have money, they don't spend it immediately.
And in a foreign land, with a huge sum of money, there is always an inexplicable sense of crisis.
One day before they return to their hometown and put the money safely in their own home, they can't feel at ease for a day.
But maybe it was too smooth when I came, and I spent all my good luck.Now that the goods have been exchanged for a lot of money, some troubles are inevitable.
Moreover, it is not a small trouble.
"Jessica, are you tired, do you want to take a rest?"
In the dragon knight caravan, a muscular young man asked gently to a very lively and lovely girl aged sixteen or seventeen.
The girl named Jessica shook her head slightly, showing a sweet smile.
"No, I'm not tired. It's important to hurry now. Go home earlier, so we can feel at ease earlier."
"Yes, yes, you are right! But I see that you are sweating on your forehead, so don't force it too much. Otherwise, I will carry you behind my back. You know, I am very strong, and I am in black iron A super fighter, walking alone on his back, is much faster than them."
The burly young man nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking rice, and then enthusiastically offered to help.
A man with a goatee in his forties is the master of the Dragon Knight Caravan, and he is usually responsible for the calculation and management of the caravan.
Hearing the words of the strong young man, he couldn't help grinning.
"That's not bad, at least it must be much faster than an ordinary person like me."
Another young man in his twenties who looked honest and honest also nodded in agreement, and said, "Don't talk about non-professionals, compared to me, a black iron beginner, there are wins and no losses."
The fit young man was proud of himself, and was about to speak when his master interrupted him.
"It's just that there are three professionals in our caravan. What's the point of comparing you with ordinary people like us? If you want to compare, you compare with the other one."
As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the swordsman who was following behind and protecting everyone faintly.
This is a middle-aged man in his thirties, calm and dignified.The weapon is a heavy giant sword, with the strength of the first level of bronze, and is the number one master in the dragon knight caravan.
The healthy young man knew who the master was referring to without looking.
But he didn't speak.
The swordsman of the giant sword is very strong, and he is far inferior to him. There is no way to continue this topic.
Seeing his silence, the others laughed loudly, somewhat diluting the tension in their hearts.
Even the silent and steady swordsman had a smile on his lips.
Although the Dragon Knight Caravan is a bit poor, the atmosphere is harmonious and the relationship between the members is good.
He wasn't annoyed that the burly young man made no progress in his pursuit of the team leader's daughter Jessica; as an ordinary person, the master joked about the burly young man who was a middle-level black iron professional, and everyone was accustomed to it.
All of this is almost unimaginable in some large caravans with huge scale and many members.
Suddenly, the leader Sander made a gesture and reminded in a low voice.
"Be careful, everyone, someone is coming!"
Everyone looked serious, put away their smiles, and looked serious.
The giant swordsman who was behind stepped forward, and with one step, he landed in front of everyone.
The strong young man and the loyal young man had a tacit understanding, and their positions fell on the left and right sides of the team, forming a character shape with the giant sword swordsman, protecting the others in the middle.
They had just completed a series of actions, and the noise at the corner ahead became louder and louder, and several people turned around.
It seemed like someone who hadn't noticed the Dragon Knight caravan, or who couldn't react for a while.One of the youths in a rush came staggeringly, looking in that direction, it was obvious that he was about to hit the girl Jessica.
The burly young man's face turned cold, he took a step across, and blocked the big palm of the cattail fan, lying in front of the young man who was in a hurry.
"Oops~"
The rogue-like young man screamed strangely again and again, as if he had been hit by a wild horse, he flew into the air and fell five or six meters away.
Uh ~
The burly young man gasped in surprise, looked at the hooligan who had fallen to the ground, and then looked at his outstretched arm with a strange expression.
He obviously didn't exert much force just now, he simply reached out his hand to stop him, so as not to be bumped into the goddess in his heart by that hooligan.
Although the strong young man has been promoted to a professional, his temperament is gentle after all, and he will not easily hit ordinary people hard.
But why did that hooligan fly upside down like this, with exaggerated movements?
Could it be that his strength has soared recently, and he has unknowingly advanced to the high-level black iron?
The hooligan on the ground screamed in pain, but he took out some broken tiles from nowhere in his hand, and his eyes widened, showing a look of pain.
"Oh my God! My antique, my family heirloom..."
He turned his head to look at the burly young man with fierce eyes.
"Good boy, you dare to break my family heirloom, I will fight you hard!"
After finishing speaking, the hooligan quickly got up from the ground and rushed towards the burly young man.
The companion next to him quickly reached out, grabbed his arms one by one from left to right, and another hugged him around the waist.
The burly young man was still in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses at all.
What?Family heirloom?
Just those broken tiles?
Among the few people who persuaded the fight, a middle-aged man with a square face who looked calm said in a deep voice:
"Friends, you broke my brother's family heirloom, what do you think should be done about this?"
The burly young man finally came to his senses, and said anxiously: "No! He ran into him by himself. I just stretched out my hand to stop him. I didn't use any strength, let alone push him. He flew backward by himself and broke something. What's the matter with me? relation!"
The hooligan had calmed down a bit, but he became agitated after hearing his words, which made the people next to him almost unable to hold him back.
The face of the square-faced middle-aged man also became ugly.
"So, you want to renege on your debt?"
"It's not a debt, it's not my responsibility..."
The burly young man quickly argued that he was unwilling to take the blame.
The leader Sander reached out to stop him and gently pulled him behind his back.
Sander, who is used to the world, has already seen that these people are just acting in order to blackmail a sum of money.The young man in his caravan reasoned with them, and if he could make sense, it would be called hell.
"Then according to Your Excellency, what should we do to satisfy everyone?"
The square-faced middle-aged man glanced at Sander and understood that this was the leader of these people.
"My brother is a family heirloom. It has been handed down since ancient times. It is invaluable and immeasurable. But considering that you didn't do it on purpose, and you don't look very rich. I will help my brother make a decision , how much compensation you pay, everyone should be friends, and let’s forget about it."
The burly young man was in a hurry and wanted to argue.
The big sword swordsman next to him grabbed him with one hand and shook his head.
"Don't make any trouble, let's see what the team leader says."
Sander remained calm and just asked, "How much will you pay?"
The middle-aged man with a square face said: "Not much, 100 million gold coins."
"What?! Why don't you grab it!"
The burly young man finally couldn't bear it and shouted loudly.
(End of this chapter)
Silent all night.
Early the next morning, without the urging of the leader Sander, all the members of the Dragon Knight caravan got up early.
After dressing and washing, and having breakfast together, with a heavy purse in his arms, he continued to rush home full of joy.
According to what they have gained this time, they can be considered a homecoming.
However, everyone in the Dragon Knight Caravan is used to being poor, and once they have money, they don't spend it immediately.
And in a foreign land, with a huge sum of money, there is always an inexplicable sense of crisis.
One day before they return to their hometown and put the money safely in their own home, they can't feel at ease for a day.
But maybe it was too smooth when I came, and I spent all my good luck.Now that the goods have been exchanged for a lot of money, some troubles are inevitable.
Moreover, it is not a small trouble.
"Jessica, are you tired, do you want to take a rest?"
In the dragon knight caravan, a muscular young man asked gently to a very lively and lovely girl aged sixteen or seventeen.
The girl named Jessica shook her head slightly, showing a sweet smile.
"No, I'm not tired. It's important to hurry now. Go home earlier, so we can feel at ease earlier."
"Yes, yes, you are right! But I see that you are sweating on your forehead, so don't force it too much. Otherwise, I will carry you behind my back. You know, I am very strong, and I am in black iron A super fighter, walking alone on his back, is much faster than them."
The burly young man nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking rice, and then enthusiastically offered to help.
A man with a goatee in his forties is the master of the Dragon Knight Caravan, and he is usually responsible for the calculation and management of the caravan.
Hearing the words of the strong young man, he couldn't help grinning.
"That's not bad, at least it must be much faster than an ordinary person like me."
Another young man in his twenties who looked honest and honest also nodded in agreement, and said, "Don't talk about non-professionals, compared to me, a black iron beginner, there are wins and no losses."
The fit young man was proud of himself, and was about to speak when his master interrupted him.
"It's just that there are three professionals in our caravan. What's the point of comparing you with ordinary people like us? If you want to compare, you compare with the other one."
As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the swordsman who was following behind and protecting everyone faintly.
This is a middle-aged man in his thirties, calm and dignified.The weapon is a heavy giant sword, with the strength of the first level of bronze, and is the number one master in the dragon knight caravan.
The healthy young man knew who the master was referring to without looking.
But he didn't speak.
The swordsman of the giant sword is very strong, and he is far inferior to him. There is no way to continue this topic.
Seeing his silence, the others laughed loudly, somewhat diluting the tension in their hearts.
Even the silent and steady swordsman had a smile on his lips.
Although the Dragon Knight Caravan is a bit poor, the atmosphere is harmonious and the relationship between the members is good.
He wasn't annoyed that the burly young man made no progress in his pursuit of the team leader's daughter Jessica; as an ordinary person, the master joked about the burly young man who was a middle-level black iron professional, and everyone was accustomed to it.
All of this is almost unimaginable in some large caravans with huge scale and many members.
Suddenly, the leader Sander made a gesture and reminded in a low voice.
"Be careful, everyone, someone is coming!"
Everyone looked serious, put away their smiles, and looked serious.
The giant swordsman who was behind stepped forward, and with one step, he landed in front of everyone.
The strong young man and the loyal young man had a tacit understanding, and their positions fell on the left and right sides of the team, forming a character shape with the giant sword swordsman, protecting the others in the middle.
They had just completed a series of actions, and the noise at the corner ahead became louder and louder, and several people turned around.
It seemed like someone who hadn't noticed the Dragon Knight caravan, or who couldn't react for a while.One of the youths in a rush came staggeringly, looking in that direction, it was obvious that he was about to hit the girl Jessica.
The burly young man's face turned cold, he took a step across, and blocked the big palm of the cattail fan, lying in front of the young man who was in a hurry.
"Oops~"
The rogue-like young man screamed strangely again and again, as if he had been hit by a wild horse, he flew into the air and fell five or six meters away.
Uh ~
The burly young man gasped in surprise, looked at the hooligan who had fallen to the ground, and then looked at his outstretched arm with a strange expression.
He obviously didn't exert much force just now, he simply reached out his hand to stop him, so as not to be bumped into the goddess in his heart by that hooligan.
Although the strong young man has been promoted to a professional, his temperament is gentle after all, and he will not easily hit ordinary people hard.
But why did that hooligan fly upside down like this, with exaggerated movements?
Could it be that his strength has soared recently, and he has unknowingly advanced to the high-level black iron?
The hooligan on the ground screamed in pain, but he took out some broken tiles from nowhere in his hand, and his eyes widened, showing a look of pain.
"Oh my God! My antique, my family heirloom..."
He turned his head to look at the burly young man with fierce eyes.
"Good boy, you dare to break my family heirloom, I will fight you hard!"
After finishing speaking, the hooligan quickly got up from the ground and rushed towards the burly young man.
The companion next to him quickly reached out, grabbed his arms one by one from left to right, and another hugged him around the waist.
The burly young man was still in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses at all.
What?Family heirloom?
Just those broken tiles?
Among the few people who persuaded the fight, a middle-aged man with a square face who looked calm said in a deep voice:
"Friends, you broke my brother's family heirloom, what do you think should be done about this?"
The burly young man finally came to his senses, and said anxiously: "No! He ran into him by himself. I just stretched out my hand to stop him. I didn't use any strength, let alone push him. He flew backward by himself and broke something. What's the matter with me? relation!"
The hooligan had calmed down a bit, but he became agitated after hearing his words, which made the people next to him almost unable to hold him back.
The face of the square-faced middle-aged man also became ugly.
"So, you want to renege on your debt?"
"It's not a debt, it's not my responsibility..."
The burly young man quickly argued that he was unwilling to take the blame.
The leader Sander reached out to stop him and gently pulled him behind his back.
Sander, who is used to the world, has already seen that these people are just acting in order to blackmail a sum of money.The young man in his caravan reasoned with them, and if he could make sense, it would be called hell.
"Then according to Your Excellency, what should we do to satisfy everyone?"
The square-faced middle-aged man glanced at Sander and understood that this was the leader of these people.
"My brother is a family heirloom. It has been handed down since ancient times. It is invaluable and immeasurable. But considering that you didn't do it on purpose, and you don't look very rich. I will help my brother make a decision , how much compensation you pay, everyone should be friends, and let’s forget about it."
The burly young man was in a hurry and wanted to argue.
The big sword swordsman next to him grabbed him with one hand and shook his head.
"Don't make any trouble, let's see what the team leader says."
Sander remained calm and just asked, "How much will you pay?"
The middle-aged man with a square face said: "Not much, 100 million gold coins."
"What?! Why don't you grab it!"
The burly young man finally couldn't bear it and shouted loudly.
(End of this chapter)