The mighty lord of online games

Chapter 16 He is the one who must be damned
Zhaka looks like a gentle and elegant middle-aged man, he seems to be very cold, but also seems to have a kind and approachable feeling.But Zhang Qiang couldn't believe him, because even an NPC has cunning and high-end intelligence, this is his experience in the game these days.

What's more, with Zhang Qiang's insight technique, he couldn't see his level. This person is either a pure businessman or a profound master.You can hide your character attributes.

"Is he okay?" Zhaka asked softly in a trance.

Zhang Qiang didn't know how to answer.

Say Baron Price is dead?
This is somewhat doubtful, did you kill him?

These people don't know when Baron Price died.If he misunderstood that he had killed Baron Price in order to snatch the ring and the dagger, he would be hard to tell.

Zhaka shook his head lightly, "Yes, it is impossible to live, judging from the rust of the short sword in your hand, and the thick stains on the ring, the smoothness of which has not been rubbed by human hands for many years, this ring has been buried in the soil. Buried for many years."

Zhaka took a deep breath, "I can smell a rotting corpse." Zhaka closed his eyes, as if he was smelling the rotten smell on the ring, and seemed to be remembering something.

Zhang Qiang touched his face impatiently, and changed his standing posture several times.He wasn't here to hear an NPC come here to express his deep feelings for his brother or relatives.

He was still thinking about going to the woods by the river to cut red willows. A red willow is worth 50 copper coins. As long as 20 can be cut down tonight, then tomorrow's task will be completed. After completing the task, Ma Yin and the others will not be able to find an excuse Withholding your wages.

There is less than half a month left. If you don't work hard, will you have to work for this damn company for nothing for a month?

Although I earned 264 copper coins, I was still far away from the task of 1000 copper coins.

Zhaka opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Qiang again. Zhang Qiang couldn't help but tremble when he saw the light in his eyes.

Slightly bowed, hands resting on the hilt of the sword, ready to fight or flee at any time.

Maybe in front of a group of strong men whose level is much higher than him, almost crushing, he seems very naive, but it is indisputable that it is not his character to be killed just like that.

Especially after being ridiculed by a little girl the day he first entered the forest, he wanted to prove that he was not a coward.

He remembered that the girl's name was "Yu Youjie". That girl appeared behind that bastard Pan Wei, which disappointed him.

Why are pretty girls behind everyone else.

But what he has to face now is an NPC slave trader, a businessman who captures captives and sells slaves as a profession. He doesn't want to be a slave. Look at those miserable captives locked behind the car. Also become like that, what will it be like.

After this, Zhaka suddenly asked:

"He's been dead for years, hasn't he?"

Zhang Qiang spread his hands and shook his head, "How do I know, anyway, when I saw him, he was just like that."

"Where did you find him?" Zaka asked again.

"Pei Gangde Village, after crossing the stone bridge, go deep into the woods and walk about ten kilometers away into the jungle." Zhang Qiang replied.

Zhaka was silent for a while, "I still have something to do, can you help me bury him?"

Zhang Qiang lazily tilted his neck, turned his head sideways, and said like an impatient Indian third son, "No, sir, I have other things, you know, for a person like me who lives below the poverty line every day As far as the serfs are concerned, earning enough money for tomorrow's food as soon as possible is more important than anything else, unless you can pay more...more..."

Zhaka reached out and took a money bag from the attendant, and handed it to Zhang Qiang. There are 50 dinars here, enough for you to make his tomb as luxurious as a lord's house.The remaining money must be more than your meal money tomorrow. Zhaka seemed to be asking, but also like an order, with a more threatening tone.

Then he thoughtfully put forward his own suggestion: "Of course, as a descendant of a lord who was exiled by the king for treason, if you do this, you may attract the attention of the fief lord. If they notice you, you may be killed by the lord." You just need to bury him in a secret place that no one knows, and mark it. Let him rest in peace."

Looking at Zakana's expression, Zhang Qiang really felt the same way, "Since you know his identity and his affairs, why do you want me to do this? If you are accused, you will be in a lot of trouble?" Zhang Qiang couldn't help it asked.

"It won't be very troublesome, except for you and me, no one else will know about it," Zhaka said.

Zhang Qiang focused his eyes on the slaves and slave trader escorts not far away, as well as his guards beside the carriage.

And these cavalry and warriors and bodyguards around him.

Zhaka followed his gaze, and when Zhang Qiang's gaze stopped, Zhaka said coldly: "Their loyalty to me cannot be doubted, as for those people—don't worry about them."

Zhang Qiang crossed his arms and put one hand on his cheek, "You won't kill me after I'm done?"

Zaka shook his head, "No, since you found the body of Baron Prius, and took his dagger and family crest, it proves that this is the Lord's arrangement. It can be seen that your talent is very good , if cultivated, I will become a brave knight in the near future, I am willing to help you to gain your friendship, I wonder if you can accept the friendship of me, a humble businessman?"

Zhang Qiang felt that happiness came too fast, 50 dinar gold coins, Zaka's friendship, could it be that he went out to read the almanac?

Today is his auspicious day?
Zhang Qiang quickly seized this opportunity. He had missed too many opportunities in the real world. He didn't know what the future would be like for this opportunity, but right now, being able to gain the friendship of a slave trader would be of great help to him.

"I'm honored?" Zhang Qiang stretched out his hand.

Zhaka looked at him inexplicably, Zhang Qiang explained: "Shake hands, this is a kind of etiquette in our hometown to express friendship."

"Oh," Zhaka understood. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out a pair of white and slender but strong hands to hold Zhang Qiang's hand.

The two held each other tightly.

It took a long time to separate.

"May I know what deep relationship you have with Baron Prius who fell to the ground?" Zhang Qiang asked the question in his heart.

Zhaka pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Originally, you, a commoner, have nothing to do with me, and I don't want you to know more, you know, sometimes the more you know, the more you know, the more you know for an ordinary person. Saying that doesn't mean he's knowledgeable or experienced, it just means, he's the one who has to give a damn."

Zhang Qiang was stunned for a moment, and his curiosity was exchanged for such a sentence from someone else. Only then did he realize that he had asked a lot, but the words had already been spoken, and he could not take them back. Eyes, so many ears listening.

In the distance, in a bush, two people were lying on the ground, one tall and the other thin, looking at the group of people with wide black eyes.

Zhaka saw his frightened face pale with panic, and smiled slightly, "Since you want to hear it, I'm not stingy about telling a stranger the old things that I have accumulated in my heart for so many years. I have tried to tell others countless times that I have no chance, because no one will listen, and no one is willing to listen to an old man's nagging and be his loyal listener."

Zhang Qiang quickly said: "I am willing. I have always loved to listen to stories, especially a story that contains all the sorrow and blood of a person. This allows me to have a deeper understanding of this world, and I can learn from it in the future."

Zhaka said: "Very well, I just like people like you. I used to love listening to my father telling stories, and I even liked listening to Baron Prius telling me stories about the nobles. You are very similar to him. People Also very good."

As he spoke, he raised his head and began to talk leisurely.

(End of this chapter)