A strange world

Chapter 1341 Chapter 263. The true identity of the wanderer

Annan, who still didn't know the huge results of the battle in the Broken Mine, was sitting in front of the campfire with Little Small and others, passing on his experience to the free people step by step, and also played "Let the Magic Fly" to them.

The black mole also watched.

"I can't understand." It expresses the feelings of a few people.

Most freedmen, like Wilson, were thoughtful and vaguely aware that there was more to the story than it seemed. As for Little Small, he knows the lines by heart.

After playing "Let the Magic Fly", Black Mole stayed here and watched "Tom and Jerry" over and over again. He bared his teeth and threatened anyone who refused to let him watch. Finally, Annan asked him, "Don't you have anything to do?" ", it seemed to remember something - and then it looked at it with a sense of urgency and pressure.

Annan tried to test it for a while, and at a certain moment, he pretended to be unintentional and asked: "Does Lord Raymond know that there are gold mines underground?"

"We are still fighting."

The black mole sounded familiar. Within a few seconds, it slowly turned its head towards Annan, its dark eyes reflecting Annan's innocent and harmless smile.

"Don't look at me like that. As a friend of the rat man elder, of course I know."

Even in the magical world, there are still scientific laws - for example, a head as big as a fist will not be much smarter no matter how smart it is.

Black Mole easily believed Annan's words and continued to read with great pressure.

I really discovered a gold vein...

It all makes sense.

Why did the great lord use his own hands to clean up the other two major forces, and why did he send Kilian to assassinate him.

As long as the Raymond family can completely control the Broken Mountains, he can make the Broken Mountains great again. What does it matter if one or two heirs die?

While Annan was thinking, the team sent out by Little Small to investigate the surroundings came back.

Wrapped in several sets of cotton-padded clothes collected by their companions, with their faces still red from the cold and their beards covered with frost, the freedmen returned to the cave.

The person holding a piece of parchment in front saw Annan frozen in place, looked at the parchment, and then at Annan.

"The great lord has already started to want me?"

Annan guessed what was on the parchment.

"Um……"

The freedmen who had never met Annan but had only heard of him were dumbfounded.

Annan walked over and suddenly found that he didn't even have a pair of decent shoes, only rotten shoes wrapped with wooden boards and torn trousers.

After a brief pause, Annan took off his boots and asked him to put them on.

His magic ring stores a lot of supplies, but taking off your own shoes is definitely more touching than taking out a brand new pair of shoes from the magic ring.

"install……"

"Put them on, just a pair of boots."

If his face hadn't been frozen for too long and it was difficult to express, the man would have cried.

As soon as he put on the warm boots, he showed an expression of pain.

"What's wrong?"

Annan was worried that he had frozen his feet after walking in the snow for too long.

"Sir, it's a bit cramped..."

A few minutes later, the team, who like the others had new boots and new cotton-padded clothes, sat in front of the campfire and devoured their food. On the other side, the freedmen whose faces were chapped by frostbite recounted their findings.

There is a village a few hills away, where they got their wanted poster, and next to it is a mine. However, because of their activities these days, the mine hired many mercenaries to maintain law and order.

Interestingly, because the free people made too much noise, the mine owners increased the pay and reduced the working hours of the peons in order to avoid riots in their coal mines.

"This is normal. When we ask for better treatment, they will call us thieves and wage thieves, but if we are going to hang them from the street lamp, they say these can be considered," Annan said.

On top of that, they ran into homeless people.

The red-faced freedmen said that was the most dangerous time, because hungry wanderers would literally attack them. If they hadn't driven the wanderers away with weapons hidden on their bodies, they would never have come back.

Annan still couldn't understand the group of wanderers - it stands to reason that there is oppression everywhere, and the territory where the people are living is at best dominated by refugees and gangs of thieves. How come so many humanoid rat-men suddenly appear?

"Do you know Wanderer?" Annan asked the black mole who was stuck on the magic image.

"Well..."

"We eat together, play games together, and listen to stories together. We should be considered friends, right?"

"friend……?"

"That's right, friend, so it's okay to tell your friends some news that's not secret, right?" Annan sounded like he was coaxing a child.

But it was very useful. Black Mole felt that what he said made sense: "They listen to the great lord."

Annan never expected that the wanderer was actually a member of the great lord! ?

But it seems... very reasonable.

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There are wanderers all over the Broken Mountains, and there is no better informant than them, and what is easier to control than a group of homeless people who have nothing and are excluded from the normal group?

But if this is the case, doesn't it mean that from the moment he steps into the Broken Mountains, all his decisions are actually in the eyes of the great lord?

And Skeeter!

Annan thought with horror that Vice Captain Skeeter's mission was to recruit the great lord, but he had been missing for several days!

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Wow – Wow –

Deep in the dark dungeon, Skeeter, whose limbs were firmly fixed to the wall by iron chains as thick as bowls, raised his head at the sound of footsteps.

The firelight that invaded the cell reflected a huge silhouette that was half in the shadows walking out of the cell.

"Your hands are too long..."

The rough voice echoed in the dungeon.

"I should say this." Skeeter stared at the silhouette outside through the hair on his forehead: "Who would have thought that the wanderers wandering in the Broken Mountains have been working for the great lord?"

Skeeter had never expected that the wanderers who agreed to follow him had a potion that could actually stun the great swordsman.

As the silhouette stood still, the face of the great lord Raymond appeared completely in the firelight.

"I appreciate talents."

Grand Lord Raymond personally invited: "Leave the Osculus Mercenary Group, you will have a better future."

Skeeter sneered: "I dare to surrender, do you dare to use me?"

"Why not?"

Grand Lord Raymond waved his hand, and the guards standing in the shadows behind him opened the prison door and handed a piece of parchment with a disgusting devilish smell to him.

"Sign it and you will be released."

Looking at the parchment with devil cursive, Skeeter's heart gradually sank.

For other contracts, he could let Captain Ryan find a way to solve it, but the devil's contract... after the breach of the contract, the soul really no longer belongs to oneself.

"I need to think about it for a few days."

"Hehe..."

Grand Lord Raymond outside the door laughed low.

"I won't wait for you too long, because your companions and employers will soon be buried here forever."