Rolf was soon back.

At the same time, there was also a bloodied human body.

He was casually still on the ground, moaning in pain. Moaning, blood staining the tattered clothes, whip marks everywhere, and looking miserable.

The Borg's face next to him was green.

Instead of being calm just now, he looked to the side, cold sweat broke out on his face.

Obviously, for the guards who used to get along with each other for more than ten days, now they have fallen to such a point, which is also a deterrent for him, and thinking about the benevolent reputation left by Kant, he swallowed and spitted at the mouth, and he had a deep understanding of the bottom line of these nobles.

If it was really benevolent, it would not be like this, because it was the kindness left by Kant that he dared to risk evading the patrols of the desert bandits and going deep into the sentry oasis.

But Kant's face was calm: "How is it? ”

"It's not hard bones." Rolf snorted coldly, nodded to Kant and said: "It is indeed a guard from Rogburg, whose ability is close to the knight level, and he wanted to resist when he saw me bringing people over, but I kicked between my legs and whipped dozens of whips, and said everything." At the same time, he handed in the copy that had been tortured.

Bandak looked at this bloody, miserable guard with some pity, obviously having no air in and out, and if it was not treated, the consequences might be terrible.

Glancing at Fatis next to him.

But Fatis shook his head, his expression calm, and there was no pity in his eyes.

Bandak nodded, understanding what his little friend was thinking.

He is not a pedantic man.

Even if there is the idea and desire to protect civilians and become a tribune, the villages of other kingdoms are still burned as they should, the troops of other kingdoms should be killed, and the bandits are still slaughtered.

On issues of right and wrong, Bandak never hesitated.

"It's a nuisance."

Kant put down the copy, and above it were the details of the torture.

He already understood that the backstage of this guard was Viscount Wayne of Rogburg, the highest nobleman in the entire Northern County Territory, who controlled an elite army directly under him, as well as a combination of many minor nobles, which was far superior to the current Kant in terms of current military strength.

Viscount Wayne is indeed a big problem.

Before Kant could provoke him, he came to the door because of his greedy sense of smell.

"Something is not good." Fatis opened his mouth and said to Kant: "Viscount Wayne of Rogburg has barely concealed it, and let this Borg come to the sentry oasis, maybe he will use the topic to play a role because we have captured him." ”

"Excuse yourself to play, I guess it will."

Rolf also thought about the stubble on his chin: "If it were me, I would definitely not let go of this opportunity to put my hand into the sentry oasis, I guess that Viscount Wayne is a bastard like me." ”

Bandak glanced at Rolf and suggested to Kant, "My lord, the patrol in the direction of the post station has been strengthened. ”

"That's right."

Kant nodded, their suggestion was worth considering.

And Borg, who was still kneeling at the bottom, suddenly raised his head and said to Kant: "Not only Rogburg, but even Masburg, as well as Avilésburg in East County, have sent people to the desert station. As he spoke, his eyes dimmed: "It's just that I didn't be fooled like me, stupidly, and came here across the post station." ”

"Viscount Kevin of Masburg, Viscount Gibran of Avilésburg."

Kant's mind had aristocratic information about the Lion Principality.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, and he looked at the unwilling Borg in front of him and said: "I really didn't expect that I would dare to hit me so much, and it would be so blatant." ”

"Table salt is too expensive." Borg bowed his head and said, as if to give up your salt mine, Baron Kant, even if you or the forces behind you built this castle, but for those greedy nobles, if they can't get your salt mine, they won't stop." ”

"You're right." Kant nodded, not caring about his rude remarks.

Because what Borg said was true.

And looking at his broken courage, Kant also reached out and knocked on the table, and asked him with a little interest: "What about you?" I remember that at that time I asked anyone to return to the post station and not to go deep into here. ”

"I'm also blinded by greed."

Borg bowed his head, his hands clenched by the handcuffed wrists, but his voice became firm: "Lord Kant, I have discovered your secret, if there is no accident, maybe I will die, but I think if there is any available place, please give me a chance to live, I am willing to give my loyalty." ”

"Hah, loyalty." Hearing his words, Kant had not yet spoken, but the rude Rolf sneered and said, "This is a wonderful word, I can be loyal to anyone when I am drunk." ”

"Hmph." Fatis snorted coldly: "Your words are a bit excessive. ”

Bandak also glanced at Rolf: "If you meet a nobleman with a bad temper, he will whip you directly." ”

"Sorry, I'm just used to it." Rolf reacted instantly, and laughed wryly: "Of course, my loyalty to Master Kant comes from the soul, and there is no impurity of loyalty. ”

"Be careful when you talk in the future." Kant reprimanded slightly, but did not delve into it.

This guy's personality is like this, otherwise he wouldn't have gone from an honorable nobleman to a bastard villain that everyone hates.

The system is constant loyalty, and Kant believed that Rolf was loyal to himself.

But for the Borg who was kneeling in front of him, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and he asked in a deep voice: "I don't know what kind of person you are, and I don't know either, whether I should believe your words, after all, your current loyalty is extremely cheap to me, what can you pay to make me believe that what you say is true, and are willing to give me loyalty completely?" ”

"I don't have anywhere to prove it." Borg raised his head, his 20-year-old face was still a little immature, but he looked at Kant firmly and said: "But if I die here, my family will also be completely bankrupt, please give me a chance, I don't want our family to be passed on for more than 200 years, because of me, into decline, or even annihilation." ”

"Interesting." Fatis spoke.

Bandak nodded in the same way, even if it was Rolf, he looked at the young man a little more calmly.

Both Fatis and Rolf want to revitalize their families, and they both feel the same way.

Kant chuckled, waved his hand directly to the guard next to him: "Okay, untie his shackles, I don't think anyone who is willing to take refuge in me, I won't treat him as a criminal." ”

"Lord Kant!" Borg's face was extremely agitated.

He didn't expect that his idea of breaking the kettle, or breaking the jar, would really come true!

The guards came and unshackled him.

Kant instructed: "Take him back to the consul hall and arrange a room." After a pause, he looked at Borg and asked, "Do you think the caravan guards who came with you are trustworthy?" ”

"Except for the old butler who has served me since childhood, no one else can be trusted."

Borg hesitated, but still spoke, and said to Kant seriously: "They are all the treasurers of Viscount Wayne, and the guards and manpower arranged for me, even I don't believe them. ”

"Rolf, you're in charge." Kant listened, and turned his head to look at Rolf.

Rolf nodded: "Understood." ”

Just dealing with a dozen little mice, it's easy for him.

But looking at the bloody guard, he touched his stubble and said with a cruel smile: "These guys can still provide a lot of information, even if it is useless, sell it to the snow iron ore in Vicchia, although the value is not high, but it can also be sold for some dinars." ”

"Vekia's Snow Iron Mine still needs human slaves?" Kant frowned slightly.

"Yes." Rolf shrugged: "Men, women, children, if there is a labor shortage, even the elderly, their lack of slave miners, every year attracts a large number of slave traders." ”

"I see." Kant bowed his head slightly.

He was thoughtful.

Selling human beings into slavery is not the slightest psychological barrier for him.

There was also a slave trade in the world itself.

And it is in full swing, not to mention human slaves, all kinds of beauties and maids, it is said that even dwarven slaves have them, locked in the depths of the workshop as senior blacksmiths, and a little better entertainment, you can let these dwarf slaves help forge high-quality weapons and armor, which are all in the sphere of influence of the great nobles.

For Kant, it is better to become a slave than to kill or let go of the aftermath.

If you buy the Kingdom of Vekia, you can also exchange it for the Dinar.

Not bad idea.

Kant was moved, but he didn't show it, and turned and walked outside.

Fatis and Bandak followed.

The two knights also helped the Borg to follow, and the heavy chain mail made a slight noise as he walked, but it did not make this Borg fearful, but his face was light and alive.

He really survived.

Leaving the cell, his old servant was also led out by a knight and led to the Consulate together.

As for the guards who are still unfamiliar?

You can only ask for more blessings.

………………

Today's time passed quickly.

Night falls.

The entire Narun Desert seems to have entered the cold winter season.

A chilly chill permeated the ground.

And just around the castle of "Drehem", the desert bandits of 10 people and 1 team are still patrolling.

The Borg spotted during the day alerted everyone.

Even Kant sent a special message to the station, reprimanding the 40 desert bandits stationed there, asking them to increase the frequency of patrols, and telling them that at the beginning of tomorrow, more desert bandits and Rolf, as the sheriff, would be sent over to cheer up and avoid similar accidents from happening again.

But even if the patrol is intensified, more and more people appear in the solid stone pass.

The hotel was already full of people with ghosts.

The lucrative salt trade has made countless people jealous, and even Baron Dylan is under tremendous pressure.

The Northern Commanders, the Southern Commanders, and the closed Eastern Commanders all sent various spies.

It's stormy.