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Chapter 548 0396: Ore, the unfaithful

Naurin was a little reconciled, with annoyed expression on her face.

She put down the snake eggs in Cangcuo and stood up, packed up the luggage she discarded in the animal shed, and complained at the same time:

"It's a pity that he escaped."

"Everyone is very busy,"

Joan helped her do it naturally, deftly, and didn't mind working amidst the animal smell and whispers. "I think a warm bed may be more important than a fight. Come on, we have new lambskins."

She handed Naurin a knife-toothed dagger, and took the other's package in her arms.

Joan led the Fern guests through the bustling village.

The cargo horses were clanking, and the prosperity of the trade stunned Naulin.

Just in time for a berry-collecting adventure team to return from afar, explore several nearby mountains, and find seeds that can be transplanted in the snowy forest full of plants to enrich their homes.

The ridges of Santon Kaya expanded ten times than before Zhanjing left, and the giant beasts worked hard under the feeding of scraps from the lumberyard.

Naurin followed Joan farther and farther, as if as long as she was close to Joan, she could perfectly integrate into Santon Kaya.

She walked on the floor tiles designed and forged by Nolin engineers, passing through the tribe, as if walking in her own dream.

Village women and farmers carrying all kinds of food, sentries leaning on stone and wooden towers, riders galloping past with bowed heads and holding knives, business leaders holding parchment and stretching their brows...

Everyone will take the initiative to say hello to Joan.

She is not the kind of girl who talks a lot. Most of the time, she just nodded slightly with a smile.

Naulin felt a different kind of warmth.

She turned her head again to look at the streets and alleys she had just walked through. There were row upon row of winter houses, sledges full of catches docked on the shore, and the sun-drenched ice stretched to the end of the horizon.

It didn't take long for the hooves of the animals to become very clear. It was the fishermen who had arrived in the village.

He was ordered by Warsign to garrison the "Ice Eye", and before the strange ripple pierced the morning light, the catch continued, and Cesar's gift was still able to feed most of Thornton Kaya's mouth.

The catch on the ski boat was unloaded by laborers in batches.

Fishermen escorted a wagon alone, pulled across the street by snow lizards, which contained rare treasures from exploring the "Ice Eye".

"Long time no see, kid, I found a gift for you."

He stopped when passing by Joan, and found a box that was stored separately from the box soaked in sea water. There were obviously traces of sea creatures living in it, but after opening it contained porcelain bottles.

No one knows which ship this thing fell into the ocean from, and which giant beast waved it to the north.

"The ointment of the dense forest in southern Xinjiang, protect your hands, child, you are always so kind."

The fisherman spoke in a very gentle voice, just like the other Heila, willing to take care of Joan. At first, he cared about Zhan Jing, but later he found that the girl was really likable.

Naurin's eyes were fixed on the luggage behind.

Strange ripples, vague and ancient.

Only when she was very close, could she feel the slight movement.

Naolin shook her head, trying to concentrate: "There are so many treasures here, can I have a look...it seems to be ore?"

The fisherman politely declined.

Suddenly aware of the keen senses of the huntress beside Joan, he said hello and left the bustling street, the snow lizard's footsteps making regular, receding sounds on the floor tiles.

……

The blacksmith shop in Thornton Kaya already has the prototype of a workshop.

Arthur looked at the hearth in front of him with a regretful expression.

The scale of the distance workshop also requires a high-quality flame and a corresponding number of stone spirits for warming.

What a pity...

Even though Thornton Kaya is currently prosperous in business and trade, such scarce resources will not circulate on the mountain road.

Arthur's independent workshop is placed on the side, and the place where weapons are built in batches is at the front. Generally speaking, no one will disturb the best craftsman in Thornton Kaya casually.

But at this time there was actually an uninvited guest standing in the room.

He was holding a solid dried fruit, which showed that the hard shell had become brittle after repeated rubbing.

Arthur said: "Bituluo, the number of hoarfrost mines is limited, and I don't have any extra materials to forge armor for you."

The guy in front of him stood out from the shadows, tall and mighty, a down and out wanderer.

He went north from the direction of the high permafrost wall, and enlisted in the army at Sandton Kaya.

Bituro is an aborigine in the north, born in a tribe that believes in force.

He was wearing a piece of armor picked up from the corpse of an officer in Southern Xinjiang. The condition of the armor was not bad. The repair and maintenance skills of the blacksmith were excellent, but he obviously wanted more.

Bituro realized that those who wore the white formal armor had a higher status.

Although he had no intention of joining the Thornton Kaya Wolf Cavalry and was under Meng's direct command, he longed for the exquisitely crafted suit, and he had been staring at the equipment on the corner display rack since he entered the door.

"It's a pity that it's a little tight, otherwise I can wear it if I change it..."

Arthur was thinking about how to refuse when the heavy oak door was pushed open.

Meng walked in with a brand new dagger, walked straight across the room, met Bituro with cold eyes, and then took his armor in front of him.

The nut was firmly held in the palm of the strong man, with a slight muffled sound, and then it was thrown into his mouth.

Bituro stared at Meng's back with a strange smile, then stood up and walked forward, just as he was about to approach.

Swish!
Meng pulled out the saber on the table, the cold light overflowed, and the feather pattern was clear.

Bituro's footsteps also stopped, his eyes passed through the gap, and he saw the good knife.

Meng slowly inserted the thing back into the animal skin sheath on his back, then half turned around, his eyes were as cool as a wolf's in the dark room, and began to look at the strong man's vitals.

Bituro took a few steps back tactfully.

He doesn't know where Meng's limit is...

But as a well-informed vagabond, Bituro knew that a guy like Meng was not easy to mess with, so he smiled and waved his hands, like a cunning gambler justifying his aggressive behavior.

"Oh no, who can shake your position, respected Meng, the hero of the tribe, Santon Kaya is in your hands."

Bituro's voice was thick as that of a captain.

He might have been in the beast-schooner going south, too.

Meng never answered his words.

So the idiot raised his hands wisely, turned and left with a complicated expression.

He is currently capturing many important nodes for Thornton Kaya in the southward war zone.

No one can touch him, at least not now.

"You should be lucky, Bituro."

Meng said such a sentence before he was about to step out of the room.

The strong man turned around and waited for the next sentence.

Meng's blade and hostility were also hidden, and he also showed a complicated smile, saying: "I am glad that it is me who stays here, and not some shooter who is like a lunatic behind the scenes..."

He narrowed his eyes, and there was something in his words.

"For those who are disloyal, Kuima really dares to kill..."

(End of this chapter)