book of old days

Chapter 93 It's time to cast a little illegal spell
"So that's the way it is!?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"I knew Brighton people were not good birds."

"Fortunately, I also gave you a wonderful nickname, Wizard John, I think it should be called John the Profiteer."

When a group of people walked out of the camp and walked towards the direction where the sled was parked, several Nord hunters in the team couldn't help but sneered at Sean.

Sean smiled and said nothing, but Ragnar yelled, "Shut up, you idiots!" Everyone fell silent immediately, and looked at Ragnar in astonishment.

Ragnar nodded at Sean, "Thank you brother."

A few people still didn't respond.

"Thank him, why should I thank him?"

Ragnar was completely speechless to these idiots, "If he didn't say that just now, we might not be able to get out today."

Only then did a few people suddenly realize.

Sean smiled, "It's nothing, in fact they didn't want to fight us hard, that Leopold is a businessman, and a businessman always weighs benefits and risks, what I said was just to give him a reason .”

Sean knows that what he said just now is not without loopholes, but he also knows that a creature like a "businessman" is most fascinated by profit, as long as he draws a big pie for him, as long as it looks like a pie enough Big, the other party will definitely be fooled.

After all, there is no risk and you can make a lot of money, no matter how you think about it, you will not suffer.

"So that's it, let me just say, how can there be such a magical thing in the world, what futures are there, haha, you must have made this up, right? Those fools really believed it."

Sean looked at the stupid fat man and shook his head speechlessly, "In fact, there is such a thing as futures, and in theory, it is indeed possible to make a lot of money, but I am not the son of a duke, and futures are also difficult to operate. It’s quite troublesome and risky, and I’ve never bought one before, so I’m just talking casually about how to do it.”

These words were automatically ignored by a few Nords. It is estimated that they could not imagine such a complicated concept of 'futures' in their single-minded minds.

Gold-toothed Aldos asked: "Lord, what should we do next? Should we just watch them ruin our hunting ground?"

Ragnar hadn't said anything yet, and Iron Arm Sigmund said angrily: "If you want me to say it's a big deal, I will fight with them."

Ragnar shook his head, "We have too few people, we must gather other hunting teams first, otherwise there is no chance of winning."

He thought about it, and seemed to be considering the feasibility of this plan.

Sean knows his concerns. The hunting team is not an army. There is no fixed course of action during the winter hunting season. Everyone is hunting for animal fur for a living. It can be said that colleagues are enemies, and they have different hunting routes. A certain degree of secrecy, even if Ragnar is the so-called 'lord', he wants to find other winter hunting teams on this vast Nord snowfield, which is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

But if you don't do this, you can only wait until you return to Nordforsen, and it is basically useless to deal with those people this year.

In one winter, with Ralph as the leading party, those Silts were enough to cause irreparable losses to several hunting grounds in the north of Nord.

Everyone returned to the place where the sled was parked, and when they told what they found, the group of people who stayed behind also made a noise.

"Fuck it, fight with these Sturts."

"Let's launch a night attack. As long as we can break into the camp, no matter how many of them there are, we can finish them off with axes and knives."

"There are also dogs, let's let the dogs out!"

The crowd came up with ideas in a hurry.

Ragnar had a sullen face and ordered camping. As the sky gradually darkened, a group of people set up a temporary camp near the exit of the valley.

Beside the fire, Ragnar arranged tasks for everyone for tomorrow.

"There is nothing to miss here, we can only continue northward now, stay here for one night tonight, and leave early tomorrow morning."

Everyone couldn't believe it, Scar Wilson said: "Ragnar, are you so willing to give up? I thought you were a bitch!"

Ragnar sighed, "There are many things that I am not willing to do, but sometimes I have to think about the overall situation, even if I am angry, I can only bear it, the times have changed a long time ago, don't say that one is worth ten, they have guns in their hands , and cannons, the number of people is several times that of ours, and that kid Ralph is helping them, we really have no chance of winning in a fight, you should all know this."

Everyone was speechless.

It was getting darker and darker, and venison was roasting on the fire, but even the roast could not bring laughter.

Ragnar's face was gloomy, and his eyes suppressed anger. Sean could see that this guy wanted to fight for a fight. Maybe this was the helplessness of a leader. Those subordinates can sing high-profile, But to be a leader must be pragmatic, which makes the atmosphere somewhat heavy.

Sean looked at the silent crowd and suddenly smiled.

"Perhaps you don't need to be patient this time."

Ragnar looked at him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Do you trust me Ragnar."

"of course."

"Then can I trust you?"

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Ragnar was a little uncomfortable with Sean's riddleman behavior.

"I may have a way to deal with those Sturts, but I can't guarantee it. How about it, you stay here, no matter what happens, no matter what sounds you hear, don't come over, follow me to Ragnar, I want You do something for me."

Sean walked towards the darkness outside as he spoke, everyone was a little stunned, Ragnar stood up, but Wilson on the side gave him a hand, "Don't go to the lord, that kid might have a conspiracy. "

Although Ragnar explained the remark of 'John' in the afternoon, the fickleness of this Brightonian still made these straightforward and rude men a little uncomfortable, especially since his identity was always a Mystery, no one can explain why he has so many extraordinary skills, which made everyone feel awed by him and at the same time reached a consensus, that is, this kid is too ghostly.

They nicknamed Sean 'Wizard John', with somewhat similar emotions in it.

Ragnar shook his head, "I believe him, you all stay here and don't come out."

He followed and saw 'John' taking off his bearskin coat from a distance, standing there with his hands behind his back, waiting for him.

"Are you unarmed?" Ragnar asked.

Sean patted his chest, "Everything is here, but you can bring it, maybe it will be useful."

Ragnar took the shotgun from the sled, and brought a tomahawk and a shield on his back.

The two walked towards the Siert camp, and Ragnar became more and more puzzled as they walked. Although he trusted the Breton man, the mysterious feeling he gave him still made him a little uneasy.

"Are you sure there is a way? Are you kidding? What is the way?"

Sean smiled, "It's hard to explain, and you'll know when the time comes."

The two walked all the way to a place only a few hundred meters away from the Silt camp, and stopped at the place where the corpses were piled up. The corpses of those animals looked particularly oozing in the night, exuding blood and mud. Weird smell.

Looking at the piles of animal carcasses in the darkness, Ragnar once again questioned.

"What on earth did you bring me here for?"

"Don't you call me a 'wizard', so I have no choice but to avoid it and cast some illegal spells."

He reached out and took out the Book of the Old Days from his pocket, which surprised Ragnar. He knew very well just now that the other party didn't carry anything at all. How did such a thick book come out? of?

Sean didn't explain, he was reading the summoning spell this time.

What Sean is going to summon is a demon from the Purgatory Demon Realm.

The summoning this time was not in his plan list, but the conditions in front of him were too sufficient, even the enemies to deal with were ready-made, it would be unreasonable not to summon him.

Most of all, the Sturts pissed him off.

He is not the kind of person with strong moral values. Hunting and killing animals is nothing to him, but he really cannot accept that someone has killed so many animals for money and throws the meat here to let them stink. Wasteful behavior will not be tolerated.

This is a value rooted in the bones of a Chinese person.

As for risks, summoning rituals always have risks, and maybe not that big.

He opened the book of the old days and turned to the page of Purgatory Demon Realm, and he still needs to make a final confirmation.

(End of this chapter)