On the Seven Towers

The setting sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, making the river surface sparkling, and also outlines the silhouettes of the boatmen on the tug boats. Four or five boatmen shouted slogans, loaded the last few carts of ore onto the ship in baskets, and poured them into the cargo hold. Then he held up his pennies and prepared to leave the shore.

Hawke leaned against a big tree by the dock, looking at this scene, taking a few last puffs of cigarette, and was about to throw the cigarette butt to the ground, but after a moment of confusion, he walked to the shore and flicked the cigarette butt into the in the water.

The few months of camp life have changed everyone to some extent. Those strange magicians did not leave a mark on the slaves' faces, but they left strange thoughts in each slave's head. I am familiar with the fire and theft prevention regulations, and I am afraid I will never forget them in my life.

Hawke waved goodbye to the boatmen and headed to the warehouse. He knew it was time, that it would all come to an end tonight. He cared nothing about what Lorenzo would do tomorrow or what would happen in the camp. All he cared about was that he had finally raised enough travel expenses, prepared the carriage, and that a new life was waving to him at the end of the night.

Hawke got into the warehouse, removed some debris piled in the corner, scraped off a layer of soil on the ground with a shovel, and lifted up a thirty-centimeter-square wooden board, revealing a small hole filled with several bags. .

If you pay the price, you will gain something. This is what he got for working for Lorenzo.

There were ten gold shield coins, thirty silver gun coins and some scattered copper shields in the deerskin bag.

Inside the bag were the clothes he had collected, which he bought secretly from the town of Floro. A crude cowhide shawl, a linen tunic, breeches, a slim belt and low-cut leather boots were the typical businessmen's attire in the western region.

In the narrow leather bag was a dagger more than ten centimeters long. There are no blacksmiths in the town of Floro. They have all become workers at the Huaxia Steel Factory. Hawke spent a silver gun to buy this iron dagger from an outside merchant, and the merchant himself had long since replaced it with a blacksmith. Crafted weapons.

Just as he was carrying the bags outside, there were footsteps outside, and several people were approaching. Hawke hid behind the shelves and looked out of the warehouse. He saw a man in casual clothes and four guys from the guard battalion walking not far outside the warehouse.

Hawk secretly cried out that he was unlucky, but he knew that there was only one door from the warehouse, and he would not be able to escape no matter what if someone blocked the door. He thought for a moment with a sullen face, then took out a small, palm-sized clay pot from the pit and threw it towards the open space at the entrance. The clay pot was smashed to the ground, and some transparent liquid flowed out of it, like a broken kettle.

The sound of broken clay pots made the people outside become nervous. The leading man took out a pistol, and the soldiers in the guard camp raised their crossbows and spears and rushed into the warehouse.

When they rushed into the warehouse door, they saw Hawke standing in the innermost part of the warehouse, his head stretched forward, exposing a large section of his throat, holding a dagger in his hand and holding it against his neck.

"Stop! Don't move! If you take one more step, I will... stab your throat!" Hawke yelled.

The leading man was about to lead others to rush forward, when he saw Hawke take a step forward, the dagger moved, and blood flowed down, "I told you, don't move!"

"Wait a minute." The man crossed his arms to block the warrior behind him. He said slowly: "Hoke, don't be impulsive. We are here to investigate the situation. What are you doing?"

"Hey, if you have so many people coming to my door, will there be any good results for me? Being beaten to death in jail or being hanged on a rack according to different charges will be my final outcome, right?" Hawke hissed.

"This is nonsense. We always act according to evidence. Just follow me and tell me the people you have contacted in the camp recently. I can guarantee that you will save your life!" The man promised, "I can't. Let you escape. Threatening us with your own life is just a joke. Even if we don't have you, we can spend more time digging out those bad guys. You will only lose your life in the end."

"I was just entrusted by others to help others. I don't know what they are going to do!"

"Then you should explain it clearly and absolve yourself of the blame, right?" The man yawned after saying this.

"I, I don't want to go to your place! I can make a deal with you." Hawke said in a panic, "As long as you agree to my request, I will tell those names now."

"What do you want?" The man secretly looked at each other at the guard camp. The other person seemed a little tired and shook his head at him, saying that he could not capture Hawke.

Hawke pretended to meditate for a while and said slowly: "After I explain everything, you have to let me leave here and get free! Otherwise, I won't let you know anything even if I die!"

The man shook his head vigorously, either to express his refusal or to shake himself awake, "We... we must take you to the intelligence team to investigate... find out the matter. Here, here, I can't tell... …”

Hawke glanced at the broken small clay pot at the man's feet. The liquid spilled on the ground had dried up. Looking at the crumbling people again, he slowly put down the dagger, "I don't think it's necessary. You are already tired. It's time to rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people fell to the ground and passed out.

Hawk picked up a piece of cloth from the ground, covered his mouth and nose, and used the shovel at his feet to pick up a shovel of soil and covered the pottery jar from a distance. He went back and forth several times until all the water marks were covered. He walked to the side of the fallen people.

This jar of sleeping potion was the reward he asked Lorenzo for. It is said that an elephant will be knocked out by the smoke. The only thing needed is enough time. Fortunately, his life is worth a little bit, which allowed him to buy time.

Hawk took the pistol from the man, looked at it for a while, and put it back in his hand. He knew that he was just a small character who knew some information. He arrested him to reduce the number of fish that slipped through the net, but if he took this precious magic item, the magicians would not let him go. At that time, it would be a chase to the death.

He finally picked up a standard steel crossbow of the guard team, hurriedly picked up the bag in the pit, and quickly left the warehouse.

Half an hour later, Hawke had changed into the clothes of the small businessman and came to a col. A flatbed ox cart was parked there. A farmer-looking man was leaning against the car and looking around.

Seeing Hawke, the farmer came over. Hawke checked the car and looked at the food piled on it. He took out a gold coin and handed it to the farmer, who put it between his teeth and bit it, nodded and said, "It's all yours. If you are caught, don't give me up, otherwise, as long as you are not dead, I have plenty of ways to kill you."

Hawke sneered and said, "What good will it do me to give you up? Let's go."

As soon as the farmer left, Hawke put his belongings on the car and prepared to set off immediately. Today, the intelligence team came to arrest him, which means that Lorenzo's affairs have been exposed in advance. Staying here for one more minute will increase the danger.

He sat on the shaft and was ready to whip the cows, but he felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and a feather arrow was nailed to the shaft, and only a small section of the whip in his hand was left.

Hawke felt cold sweat pouring down like a waterfall. He froze on the shaft, not daring to move. This was completely different from the scene in the warehouse. At that time, he was in the dark and the enemy was in the light. Now the situation was completely reversed. He believed that if he ran away, he would be pierced through the head by a sharp arrow within five steps.

There were footsteps behind him, and the sound of heavy objects being dragged. Hawke raised his hands above his head and waited motionlessly for his fate to come.

As the man walked into the field of vision, Hawke recognized that it was Cole, a half-elf archer hired by the Black Mountain magicians, and what he was dragging in his hands was the body of the farmer who had just left. Just as Hawke imagined, an arrow penetrated through the eye and killed him in one shot.

"I have to admit that you are a smart man, Hawke." Cole threw the farmer in front of Hawke, and the arrow was pinned on the ground, and more red and white things came out of the farmer's head.

"I'm just a useless little character. Everything I do is just to survive." Hawke was about to put down his hand when he saw Cole pull the arrow out of the farmer's eye and put it against his throat. He could even feel the slippery feeling of brain matter.

Cole smiled, reached into Hawke's clothes, took out his deerskin purse, weighed it, and put it in his arms, "You want much more than to survive."

"In this world, in a strange place, without money, you can't be a human, you can only be a mouse." Hawke sighed.

"There is more than one choice, you can also learn from him, the dead don't need to spend money." Cole said.

"Please tell me what you need, I will do my best."

"Aren't you going to fight back? I watched your whole performance in the warehouse, it was wonderful. Maybe you still have a chance today."

"You are different from them, they are just some inexperienced fools, and you are an experienced mercenary. I will not joke with my life." Hawke looked at the arrow and swallowed hard, "If you want a list, I can give it to you. The list of everyone, no one will be left behind. I also know some of Lorenzo's secrets, which I can also tell you. As long as..."

"As long as I save your life?"

"No, you won't let me go, either kill me or take me back to report. In that case, even if I am alive, I can only spend the rest of my life in the mine." Hawke shook his head and said, "I want to be loyal to you, you always have some things that need a helper to do. Whether it is to get information or trade with others, I can save you a lot of effort."

"From a free businessman to a servant who can't see the light. You have lost a lot in this deal." Cole smiled jokingly.

"People need to know how to admit defeat. There is nothing worse than death." Hawke lowered his eyes.

"But I'm just a mercenary."

"You are much more than a mercenary."

"Humph, people who know too much will die quickly." Cole's smiling face quickly sank.

"I have at most five minutes to die, can things get worse?" Hawke gritted his teeth and looked at Cole.

"Humph, it's really interesting." Cole sneered, "I won't leave Black Mountain recently, and you are a fugitive here. So many people know you. What else can you do except being recognized and caught?"

"No." Hawke slowly grasped the arrow at his throat with his hand, and Cole squinted at him.

Hawke used his trembling hand to put the tip of the arrow against his left face, poked it hard, and then slashed it to the right, and the whole face was divided into two sides by a bloody wound. He raised the arrow to his forehead and continued to slide it. After a few low screams, he actually opened his mouth and revealed a devilish smile, "You see, this way no one can recognize your servant."