Knights of the Wasteland Fortress

Chapter 87 Henry
Jiatu recalled the deeds of the swordsmanship genius in Razortown, walked up to Karl and said in a low voice:
"Didn't you die when you were 16...how did you appear here again..."

Karl, however, gave an irrelevant answer:

"If you are here to assassinate Henry Borax, I advise you to give up."

His brown eyes glanced at Jiatu:
"Henry broke through to the silver rank last year. He is now in Razor Town to fulfill the agreement with Baron Nordwar—to let the baron grant him the title of knight when he becomes a sword master!"

Hearing Karl's advice, Jiatu was slightly taken aback.

Because he knew that in the empire's combat power system, there were only three levels: black iron, silver, and naming.

Among them, Juggernaut is the honorific title for those knights who are not canonized by the empire even though they have the power to name them.

In other words, if you consider that it hasn't been long since Henry Bollax broke through the upper silver tier, then he should already have the strength of the lower tier of the crown.

This level of combat power was already equivalent to more than a dozen fighters in the lower ranks of silver. With the abilities of Jiatu and others, they were no longer his opponents.

This may be a mistake that even Sun Simiao did not consider.

But Jiatu would not blame Sun Simiao for this, because he knew that perhaps few people in the slave hunting team knew about this information.

Moreover, Jiatu had memorized the names of all their members before joining the slave hunting team.

He clearly remembered that Karl Mott was one of the three silver-level masters of Henry's slave hunting team.

With the strength of the silver middle class, he entered the slave hunting team three years ago and quickly climbed to the position of vice captain by virtue of his strength.

The fly in the ointment is that this vice-captain Carl, who is said to be a handsome man, lost his lower body due to an evil deed in the past, so he is only fond of money and has no ability to have sex.

But now that Jiatu was looking at the vice-captain Karl at a close distance, he suddenly hesitated whether the facts were really as they were rumored to be.

Indeed, Karl looked very sullen, and the rest of the slave party were afraid of him.

But what if he was deliberately faking it?

Jiatu recalled the legendary experience of "Karter Granger", and couldn't help but have a guess——

Could it be that the legendary "Culter Granger" survived after being pierced in the chest by Henry's slave catchers and thrown out of the tavern?And seven years later, after possessing the strength of the silver middle class, he found Henry again and planned to take revenge?

Jiato subconsciously glanced sideways at Karl's face.

Indeed, the gloomy and resolute face of the young man ten years later does not show the high-spiritedness in the rumors of the young man at all.

If Jiatu hadn't had a flash of inspiration and caught the opponent by surprise, no one would have been able to connect Karl with the deceased ten years ago.

But Jiatu realized that keeping this secret would be beneficial to himself and Karl, so he silently did not continue to ask.

Under Karl's leadership, Jiatu and the others sat down at the wine table in the corner and began to rest.

The tavern was noisy, full of shouts from men and women, but as the night deepened, Jiatu and the others gradually became so sleepy that they couldn't lift their heads at all, and fell asleep lying on the table.

Xu Yang from Cyber ​​City has been watching them all the time, and Karl has also played a good role as a guard. The rest of the slave catchers are very afraid of him, so Bart, the one-eyed dragon, can chat with him a few words.

Around three or four o'clock in the morning, the tavern, which had been noisy all night, finally fell silent.

Then at ten o'clock in the morning, Jiatu was awakened by a loud voice:

"Get up! Get up! The reconnaissance team found those wolf cubs! Get up and go!"

Some soldiers in the slave hunting team complained about something, but Bart the one-eyed dragon whipped him hard.

Immediately, with a miserable howl, everyone's sleepy bugs were driven away.

Jiatu glanced at Karl outside the wine table. The young swordsman stared at Bart indifferently. He took off the whip from his waist and threw it to Jiatu after most of the people left the tavern:

"Go and escort the 'bait', don't tell me you can't even do this!"

"..."

Gator looked at the blood-stained whip in his hand, then looked up at Karl's cold eyes, realizing that this was the time to prove their worth.

If you can't even do this kind of camouflage well, then you don't have to consider that Karl, who has been lurking in the slave hunting team for three years, will treat them well-if you don't abandon them, it's because Jiatu knows that he is real. Identity is based on it!

But after doing this, Jiatu also suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Because he was the only one who knew the details of Carter. If Carter was really determined to kill him with a sword, then Carter's identity would still be a secret to the slave hunting team.

But fortunately, Karl's kind heart is still alive.

So Jiatu silently picked up the long whip and walked towards the bait where the five hands and feet were tied together.

"All stand up!"

Jiatu looked at the five teenagers and pretended to be stern and said, "I told you, stand up!"

With a bang, the long whip tore through the air.

The five bait children were all trembling with fright.

At this moment, Jiatu heard someone coming down the stairs yawning:

"Who has such a lively voice, doesn't he seem to be a good guy from our slave hunting team?"

Jiatu raised his head and saw a man with a strong figure like a brown bear.

His open placket was covered with black fluff, and his head and hair looked like a black fur lion.

He carried a corpse on his body, and threw it on the wine table somewhat casually.

He stared at the trembling bartender behind the bar, took out a small bag of coins from his pocket, and threw it on the bar:
"You dispose of the corpse, don't blame us for making trouble, the money has always been doubled."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you Boss Borax, thank you Captain Borax!"

The bartender looked very happy. He quickly picked up the money bag on the bar and opened it. The smile on his face became even brighter.

It seemed that even the green hat on his head was shining with gold.

After paying the money, the black-chested burly man turned his head and glanced at Karl:
"Carl, what's going on with these young people?"

"Captain Bart has just recruited. Everyone has the strength of the lower level of black iron. They plan to let me lead them to see if they can teach them to the middle level of black iron."

Carl said respectfully.

"Are you so young that you're in the lower ranks of black iron? Not bad not bad."

The black-chested man glanced at Jiatu, then yawned, walked up to Karl, and patted him on the shoulder lightly:

"You have taken care of them for me. If something goes wrong, you will be responsible..."

"...Okay, Captain Henry."

Karl was silent for a while, then straightened up suddenly, and roared at Jiatu and the others:
"What are you doing here! Get the bait out!"

Jiatu and the others immediately looked stunned and jumped out like headless chickens.

Walking out of the tavern, Jiatu was dazzled by the ten o'clock sunlight.

However, to his surprise, the members of the slave catcher team who were like a mob before had already lined up in four rows on the dirty street!

　After forcibly rushing through the main line, the inspiration will come, speed up, make a simple change, and then put it in after the refined change. If you think there is a big problem with the look and feel, remember to tell me in time

　　
　
(End of this chapter)