Othua's War Banner

Chapter 376 0375: Late Night Visit
Ken is restrained about desire.

He knows how to achieve his goals without sinking into them.

The reputation, power, and wealth in the Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal are nothingness driven by war. The person who actually controls the power and decision-making power has not appeared. If you indulge in it, you will become a ruling tool.

"I don't need people to make me a hero or a god."

The candlelight behind Ken was flickering, and in the dark smuggling port, he could see the last few boxes of treasure being moved into the warehouse.

Everyone collects what they deserve, and the remaining wealth is handed over to the arbitral tribunal for management.

Ken turned around and said to everyone:
"If we stay here, we will indeed live comfortably, but it will also make us lose our original beliefs and goals, and instead become slaves chasing wealth..."

Lanz scratched the itch on his forehead, the giant had no concept of wealth.

Their race is different from their relatives on the Bekalai Plain, and they are not sensitive to things other than food and armor and weapons.

Kuima always obeyed the teachings, while Lorgar followed Zhanjing wholeheartedly.

Queenie Pandis would show regret frequently, but compared to the loneliness of staying alone at the Ambera Ice Harbor, the reluctance of Ken and the others to leave... was a little harder to accept.

As for wealth, the Golden Shield Guild is quite rich.

Besides, when Ken handed over the position of the arbitration tribunal to Quinny, the wealth and benefits he could get in the future naturally need not be said...

Ken stared at the empty smuggling pier, and then moved his eyes to the bustling streets and alleys. Sea sails and camel beasts can bring adventurers from afar to Ambera Ice Port.

At this time, there was a short knock on the door.

The waiter walked in respectfully, passed Lorgar and the others nervously, stood beside Ken and whispered:

"Mr. Maharu, there is a captain outside who wants to see you..." He swallowed, looked around, and added. "The beard is thick and fierce. The guard said... there are hundreds of people sneaking outside the high ground."

For a moment, Lowndes wanted to laugh.

Quema elbowed him in the ribs, wary of something stupid.

Quinny Pandis wanted to call Langmingway's reinforcements, but was stopped by Ken's eyes. He said: "If it is a conflict, the best way is to come in quietly, not to ambush a group of people, and then Call one to come in and die."

A sculpture made of Louvre's corpse stands in the square.

Ordinary people, who would dare to test his combat power at this time?
The waiter was ordered to leave, and a moment later, the heavy door opened again, and along with the crisp sound of sharkskin boots came in, there was also a rather strong ugly smell of rum.

The visitor had a stout body, and in the cold season, his arms were as thick as a cow and were exposed.

[Character: Woolf Odinga]

[Identity: Captain of the Cold Chain]

"Oh, dog bastard, it really is here."

Woolf muttered after entering the door, and just when Lowndes was about to get angry, he found that this guy didn't go to Ken, but walked straight to Lorgar with the shaky steps that only a drunk would have.

"Ah, Captain, how much have you drunk..."

Lorgar tried his best to hide his embarrassment, while gesturing to Quema next to him.

Woolf grabbed his collar as if no one was there, completely forgot the business of coming here, and kept swearing.

"Bastard, I thought you were smart, and you came from my hometown... How many times have I boasted to that stinky bitch, Liannai, how capable my brothers are, but in the end, you ran away in the blink of an eye, what's the matter? Ah, did I treat you badly..."

Lorgar's forehead was sweating profusely, and he shook his head to comfort him, but he was not convincing in front of the drunk.

Ken leaned in front of the long table in doubt, raised his hand to light up the surrounding magic lamps, making the light brighter, and at the same time listened to Quema introduce the specific identity of the strong man in front of him, as well as the story Lorgar once shared .

He had arranged for Lorgar to get close to the captain, but he did not expect to make friends by accident.

[Title Mission: Surging Heart]

[Progress: unlimited time]

[Description: A paranoid character often needs different stimuli to be corrected. Perhaps contact with a true-tempered companion can make Lorgar change from gloomy to cheerful. 】

Ken is still thinking about Lorgar's title mission.

Thinking that Lorgar, who used to speak fiercely in the past, had no power to fight back against Woolf's drunken words, he inexplicably felt grateful to the drunken strong man in front of him.

Near the end of the night, the waiter brought a water glass mixed with sober mucus.

Kuima leaned behind the curtain of the French window, with her arms inserted, staring at the looming head under the window sill. No matter who the hundreds of teams were, they were definitely shivering in the cold wind.

The fire crackled and the warmth overflowed the fireplace.

Woolf covered his head, with an apologetic tone and a strong voice, and said to Ken, "I'm sorry, ahem, for disturbing you all late at night."

Ken raised his hand and scratched his nose, which was actually a signal to his companion.

Lorgar understood the message, sighed, and said to Woolf: "Just tell me, who asked you to drink the rum mixed with medicine, and asked you to come here to get rid of Mr. Mahalu... "

"Is that stuff mixed with drugs?" Woolf seemed to be more concerned about this.

"The liquid you spit out is green."

"Well, okay, bastard." Woolf sat up, straightened his clothes, and asked Ken. "Then let me just say it straight, Mr. Maharu, do you still need manpower? Followers... oh no, handymen or coolies are fine."

Ken raised his brows, thinking that there are really many people who gave him a hand tonight.

He came to the front of the armchair, sat on it, and said to Captain Woolf, "Call some representatives first, come in and talk."

The waiter ran out again upon hearing this, and a few moments later, a few Regenlanders with snowflakes on their shoulders entered the room.

[Character: The Desolate Sword and Ax Team]

[Attitude: Awe]

Ken shook his head.

He knew the group in front of him.

These guys are the original knife and ax team of Ambera Ice Harbor. In name, they are the scattered eyes of those in power. In fact, they are just a means for those in power to manage the idle and spare refugees.

They only need to do dispensable patrols, earn extra money occasionally, and then wait to die in the name of those in power.

Every time there is a problem at the port, people from the Luodu Opera House will get rid of it quietly. Those people are the blade hanging over the head of the Ambera Ice Port, and the group of strong men in front of them is ugly. These are domesticated pets.

When the looters were wreaking havoc in the city, the Knife and Ax team hardly resisted, and they all stood by.

Ken forced this group of people to face life and death, and finally got the understanding of the residents, otherwise after the victory of the war... the knife and ax team will inevitably be liquidated by traders and mercenaries.

"I...we appreciate your help."

The headed strong man said.

(End of this chapter)