The knight in the abyss

Chapter 160 The Mysterious Visitor
The man was dressed as a merchant, in a baggy, fancy robe with many pockets, and ornate ornaments on his neck and wrists.His dark red skin, horns curling back from the top of his head, goat-like hooves, and a long thin tail make him a tiefling, a mortal with demonic ancestry.

But Lancelow knew that the other party was far from being as simple as it looked on the outside. His spiritual sense reminded him that this knight, who looked like a profiteer at best, was very dangerous, just as terrifying as the existence they had attracted by burning a mountain of living corpses before. .

Fortunately, the new guy walked right into the camp without noticing his presence.Lancelow boldly mobilized a sliver of true energy into his ears, wanting to hear the purpose of this mysterious man coming here.

The guards of the camp immediately discovered the uninvited guest. They shouted loudly and tried to attack, but the calm attitude of the visitor and some obvious fear made the mercenaries who are not afraid these days just stand where they are. Pretentiously waving the weapon in his hand.

"Calm down, mercenaries, I'm not your enemy." There was a special magic in the tiefling businessman's lazy mulberry camp, which made people listen to his words involuntarily, "Where is your leader? I I have a business to discuss with him."

The crowd automatically made way for him. In the center of the camp, the tall barbarian had already held his sledgehammer and assumed a fierce posture, while the two succubi hid like frightened rabbits. to his back.

"Oh, it seems that I came at a bad time and disturbed your pleasure." The mysterious visitor walked to the center of the camp with ease, and glanced at the orc's body on the ground with regretful eyes, " Let me introduce myself, my name is Ekmon, it is an honor to meet you, the true chief of the Winter Wolf tribe, the invincible Gualado."

Hearing the name Ekmon, Lancelot felt a strange feeling in his heart.Maybe it's just the same name, after all, it's not an uncommon name.

"Tell me why you're here!" the mercenary leader named Gualado yelled aggressively, "Although tiefling doesn't taste very good, you can't pick it in such a place where the birds don't shit. Ha ha ha ha……"

The mercenaries seemed to find the leader's words very interesting, and they all laughed, even the mysterious visitor himself smiled.

"Oh, what you said really hurt my self-esteem." The tiefling merchant expressed dissatisfaction, "but I am not here to replenish your rations. I am just here to send some gifts to represent My kindness."

"Gifts?" Guarado turned his attention to the robe full of pockets on the other party, "You'd better bring enough gifts, enough to satisfy every brother under me."

"Oh, of course, of course!" Guarado took out a pocket, turned it over, and a large number of magic weapons shining with aura appeared on the ground, piled up into a hill.

"These weapons are all equipped with special enchantments against demons..." The tiefling businessman watched cheerfully as the mercenaries scrambled for the weapons. "I think it will be very helpful for your next actions."

"What do you want?" The mercenary leader looked suspiciously at Tiefling in front of him, "We won't pay for this!"

"I've already said that these are gifts, how can I ask for money?" The mysterious man kept a handsome smile on his face, "Are you satisfied, great chief of the Winter Wolf tribe?"

"My subordinates seem satisfied, but I don't feel any sincerity from you. These weapons are not bad, but they are nothing compared to my giant slayer." The tall barbarian was sure that the other party must He sat back on the chair because he wanted something from himself, "Do you have any presents for 'me'?"

"Oh, of course." Tiefling took out a bottle of potion from his arms with a smile, "This is an extremely rare potion, drink it and you will gain the power of a dragon, and any enemy will In the black market of Zerata, a bottle of this potion costs [-] gold coins, who else is more worthy of the power of this potion?"

The mercenary leader snatched the bottle of potion, held it tightly in his hand, and glanced fiercely at the subordinates who were listening to their conversation with great interest. The threat was very clear, and those mercenaries who were scared The soldier quickly turned his head away.

"This sounds good, but how do I know if you took the opportunity to poison it and try to murder me?"

"What good does it do me to murder you?" The tiefling merchant shrugged. "As I said before, this is just a gift. When we meet next time, we can discuss a good deal."

"So, what exactly do you want?" Guarado was convinced that the other party must be asking for something from himself, and pointed his nostrils at the Tiefling merchant in front of him, "Slaves of a certain race? Or do you need us to attack you? an enemy?"

"Oh no no no, it's not that complicated, all I want is a paladin." The tiefling merchant finally revealed his true intentions, "A man with horns on his head, an elder with bat wings on his back, and a butt A succubus paladin with a tail."

"You really came here for that bitch." The mercenary leader showed a knowing smile, "She will fall into my hands soon, there is no doubt about it. But if you want to exchange her, you can rely on these alone. not enough."

"Of course, but for the sake of these gifts from me, you must consider my offer at that time, okay?" The tiefling merchant enthusiastically spread his hands, "No matter what conditions other guys promise, I can give you better things, and I will pay you on the spot to ensure your satisfaction."

"If the highest bidder happens to be you, then she will be yours." Guarado spread his legs, and the two succubi immediately crawled over, "I'm going to... get busy. What else do you have to do? Is it?"

"One last thing. If your previous information was that the target was going up the Styx River, that information is outdated. The team escorting the succubus paladins is in a little trouble. If you want to stop them, you'd better go to Heading southwest."

"How do you know this?" Guarado looked at the other party suspiciously, "Who is the master behind you?"

"What good is it to you to know who it is? We really want that paladin very much, and are willing to pay handsomely for the person who brings her. You know that is enough, right?" the tiefling merchant bowed. He bowed, "Now, for the sake of these gifts, can you allow me to leave safely?"

"Go away." The mercenary leader waved his hand and looked down at him no longer.

"Thank you very much." The tiefling merchant bowed his luggage again, stepped back and left, and Lancelot, who had been peeping not far away, quickly lowered his head, restrained his breath, and completely turned himself into a stone.

(End of this chapter)