In the Tata River area, [Bandit's Lost Paradise], it is clearing up after the rain. In this chaotic but orderly town, people are gradually coming out.

Most of them are passing bandits who are about to enter Shadi to rob, some are caravans who fully believe in their own strength, and some are both bandits and caravans.

Here, gold, silver and copper coins can still be used, but there is no way of knowing whether they will be ripped off.

The premise is that your money must appear safely in your hands when you use it. If it is stolen, it will be all in vain.

The weak are not welcome here. All kinds of murder cases are staged in a ridiculous and dramatic way. What is even more shocking is that most people here are used to it.

Under the ground of [Bandit's Lost Paradise], a spell that can absorb the flesh and blood of dead objects is running silently. Once a corpse is left on the street, the magic power contained in it will flow quickly, decomposing the corpse into pure flesh and blood, and finally turn it into pure flesh and blood.

For the magic power, the spell continues to operate, and the cycle repeats.

If flesh and blood cannot be supplied in time, this technique may not be able to operate. Thanks to at least thirty murders every day, this huge machine can continue to operate.

At the same time, wealth is rapidly redistributed with the passing of life. Amidst laughter and the howling of ghosts and wolves, the days of "Bandits Lost Paradise" pass by in such a wonderful and boring way.

William specially assigned Tong, the only bear orc in the orc escort team, to follow Marshall and escort her with Chun for the next procurement work.

"Don't be afraid of killing, and be calm in every situation. Even if someone dies at your feet, you can't stand still." Before setting off, William carefully helped Marshall put on his sword and intimately warned, "You two must

To ensure the safety of the princess, no mistakes are allowed."

"yes!"

Having said that, William did not forget to focus his eyes on Chun and once again signaled him with his eyes not to make any mistakes.

"Let's start with the ugly words. If you die, the orcs will withdraw from the Yaris stage forever, and Shura will be shut down immediately." William clapped his hands and said such cold words happily, which made the two

The orc couldn't help but panic in his heart.

In fact, this may indeed be the case. This is just William's guess, but it is not much different from the truth.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot to mention it." William rubbed his hands, "The motto here is the same as that one that turned into a fat pig -"

"——Don't think I didn't hear it!" the smooth voice yelled angrily.

"——People say the same thing, it's [don't ask about names, regardless of things]. You can't ask other people's names or where they are going. This is the only thing you can't overstep. Absolutely not. Of course, there are always people who don't listen to the advice.

Their fate is also death."

"Hmph..." Marshall rolled her eyes vigorously. She was not used to William being like this. Immediately, she pulled the paws of the two orcs next to her, one on each side, and said, "Let's go.

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By the way...this Ursaman's name is Tong, right?

Tong's bear claws are obviously much softer and firmer than the wolf's claws, and they are even very comfortable.

Therefore, Marshall seemed to be patronizing Tong's hand more, and couldn't help but loosen his hold on Chun's hand.

"Uncle Tong, your claws are very soft and feel super comfortable." Marshall walked swaggeringly in the middle of the road with two fully armed orcs, the money bag around his waist looking very shiny, "Hey, hey, uncle,

Don't hold on so tightly, it hurts!"

Chun's face seemed a little flatter than before, with one ear raised and the other lowered.

"Is it possible..." Tong smiled broadly when he saw this look, "Are you jealous?"

"There's something wrong! Why am I jealous!" Chun turned her head to the side, and her tail became straight for no reason, "Besides, I am her personal guard!"

"He's obviously jealous..." Marshall was speechless, then chuckled, "But his hands are softer than yours."

Chun suddenly felt the painful feeling of his elbow turning outward, and felt extremely sad.

The wolf is a creature with an extremely strong desire to protect food.

"Be careful around you, there seem to be a lot of people watching us." Tong suddenly let go of Marshall's hand, slowly drew out the big sword behind him, and dragged it leisurely on the ground, leaving a deep mark, "You

I am responsible for protecting her, and my employer sent me here to clear the way for you."

"I know." Chun reached behind his back with his left hand and quickly pulled out his sword, but his right hand was still holding Marshall's little hand. It seemed that he was very sad, "You have to be careful."

The streets are neither wide nor narrow, and all kinds of thieves and bandits are leaning against the dirty and slippery walls with evil intentions, all with greed in their eyes.

The bag on Marshall's waist is not small. Judging from its outline, you can vaguely distinguish the pieces of gold coins at the bottom of the bag.

Just such a small and delicate girl walking on the street will trigger the males to howl with thirst and passion, and the bag of gold coins around her waist is nothing less than a fuse.

If it weren't for these malicious bandits, this town, in Marshall's opinion, would actually be not much different from Green's town, and even the architectural style would be the same...

However, these vicious gangsters didn't seem to be ready to rush forward. They were just watching from the sides, so Chun and Tong just held the swords in their hands and tensed up.

Marshall quickly shook off the map and carefully checked their route. According to the map's guidance, if they walked through three more streets, they would arrive at the trading area, and the crime rate in the trading area was almost zero. In other words,

As long as they finish this journey...

"Let's leave quickly." Chun swallowed and found that the hyena-like thieves around them seemed to be getting closer and closer to them.

But Marshall shook his head, with the corners of his mouth raised.

She lowered her eyelashes and patted her whole body. She unhurriedly pulled out the sword from her waist and lightly opened her lips: "Walk slowly, this will give people a kind of pressure. If you walk quickly,

If you leave, they might come back forcefully."

Seeing that Marshall actually adopted this kind of response, Tong couldn't help but worry: "Miss... can this really be done..."

"Yeah..." Chun couldn't bear to see anything happen to Marshall. At least, this should be his "prey"...

"Something happened, and you guys too." Marshall waved the light sword in his hand. This period of training seemed to have a good effect, "I fully trust you, don't let your guard down."

"But..." Chun wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Marshall.

"If you run away, something will happen."

"Why?"

"Because we like to be suspicious." Marshall pulled back his long hair, his eyes becoming colder.

Private lessons in the palace taught him how to deal with various situations. Avni wanted Marshall to inherit her throne, and she was still there before William took him away.

I hope it works. Marshall's heart is actually similar to that of the two inexperienced orcs around him, but even more so.

Sigh... maybe this is the magnanimity that a princess of a country should have - resilience.

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Although the hotel where Marshall lived was shabby, it was well-equipped with tables and chairs, and it even covered the entire spacious hall.

If someone dares to hit the tables and chairs in the hall with a sledgehammer, he will find that he can't even brush off a speck of dust!

Of course, before the smashing, this person should have been dealt with by the hotel staff.

Bang!

A wet snakeskin bag hit the largest table in the center of the hotel.

The bag was wet and slippery, and the resistance of the table could not stop it quickly, leaving sticky, fishy marks on the table.

Except for William, there was no one in the hall.

"The transaction has been completed, come out." William clapped his hands, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped his fingertips carefully. He didn't seem to particularly care that what he hit on the table was a freshly picked head.

This dirty and rough bag also contained a blood mist unique to the recently deceased, which soon filled the entire hotel lobby.

"Oh, oh! Thank you for your hard work, my old friend!"

The fat man was like a slippery loach, crawling out of nowhere. He twisted his waist excitedly and happily, giggling.

Panting heavily, he took three steps and two steps at a time, twisting his ten thick fingers and eagerly opening the snakeskin bag that was already soaked in blood.

"One...two...three...four...five! Just right! Haha, not bad, my friend!"

"The shops they robbed are all here. If you didn't say you wanted them, I'll take them. Besides, the room rate in the hotel is only so much." William raised his hand and saw a large list of different shapes and materials.

The brand appeared on William's wrist.

"What do you want? I can exchange with you. Of course, you can also go to the Exchange Street to exchange for things. You also know that the 'things' I have here are all at the best price."

William flicked the business card on his wrist casually, as if he was playing with some boring toy.

What is contained in the business card is the most important core goods of a chamber of commerce. The business card itself is a magic storage device. With proper treatment, it can even fit a carriage into it.

"The escort group that can escort us to the middle section of Shadi must be loyal enough."

"A, B, or C?" The obese man raised his eyebrows, the fat on his face kept beating.

Snap!

William took off all the business cards on his wrist and clasped them directly on the table in front of the boss.

"all."

"This... this..." The smile on the fat man's face disappeared, replaced by endless fear, "What on earth are you giving... How could you want so many people...

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"Things that cannot be shipped with commercial brands." William opened and closed his lips and said calmly.

"You are crazy! You are bringing such a young girl with you! Besides, her identity..."

It cannot be transported with a commercial brand... This means that the magic power contained in the goods has reached the level of a first-class magic weapon!

William waved his hand impatiently, waving away the smell of blood that lingered on the tip of his nose: "I will protect her personally. This is an experience for her."
To be continued...