With a deep groan in his heart, Dean did not immediately go to the tent where the suspicious merchant was, but entered the felt-topped tent that the barbarian patriarch pointed out - two consecutive days in the snowy forest was also a burden for Dean, who could have steaming food and a warm abode, and Dean would not mind.

Inside the felt-roofed tent was a small fire pit - about a foot and a half deep was dug down from the ground, and a square hole of one foot square was built around it, and one of the four sides was dug out of a hole large enough for firewood, and on top of it was a cauldron of cast iron, or a shelf could be propped up.

In fact, in the four northern counties, such fire ponds are all chosen in the wild or in camps.

As for the South?

In the damp underground, it is obvious that a campfire on the ground is more appropriate.

Goo-doo, goo-doo......

In the cast-iron cauldron above the fire, the sound of the soup tumbling sounded, and then a rich fragrance wafted out of the pot, and by the mere smell of the smell, Dean could conclude that it was venison soup.

Picking up the wooden bowl that had been set aside, Dean lifted the lid and scooped up the soup in the pot, then soaked the dry food he had brought with him.

As for venison?

As the barbarian patriarch said, it has been almost taken by the previous 'guests'.

The food of the barbarians, who entertained guests and friends, was not unlimited, except for festivals and celebrations, and even Dean was sure that if he had come a little later, he would not have been able to drink the soup after the fire in the pit had been completely extinguished.

Call!

As the mellow soup entered the stomach, the warm feeling instantly spread throughout the body, and Dean couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Then, Dean scooped another bowl.

There may not be a whole piece of meat, but the essence of venison has already been incorporated into the soup of the stew, so it can be said that it has enough nutrients.

And, it's definitely much better than Dean dry nibbling on dry food.

Therefore, Dean did not refuse, and poured all the remaining soup in the iron pot into his belly, and then, thinking that the fire pit should be filled with more firewood, and then, leaning on the fire pit, he threw his coat as a blanket on the ground, and lay there curled up slightly, ready to fall asleep.

As for finding out the suspicious businessmen?

Obviously, a big night visit is definitely not welcome, especially when the other party is full of suspicions, which is definitely not a good choice.

At dawn, taking advantage of a conversation before the other party went out, Dean thought that it was enough for him to find out the details of the other party.

As for security?

In the barbarian stockade, there is no need to worry, although he had only glanced at it in a hurry before, but Dean was sure that there was absolutely no need to worry about the force in this small stockade - in addition to a barbarian patriarch who must be a warrior (knight) level, there was at least one barbarian elder who was proficient in secret arts, and a special tent decorated with bones, stones, and dead trees was enough to explain it.

There are two such beings, plus nearly thirty barbarian warriors.

Even in danger, Dean doesn't worry about being caught off guard.

Sometimes, though, things don't go your way - just as Dean was about to fall asleep, there was a faint sound of footsteps that would be difficult for ordinary people to see.

If it weren't for the snow, Dean would have been extremely undetectable about the footsteps—the other party had avoided the patrolling, night-keeping barbarian warriors, and walked along the shadows towards the felt-top tent where he was; Although these shadows obscured the other party's figures, the snow in the shadows, which was not easy to be swept away and melted, made a sound.

And almost after hearing such footsteps, Dean instantly came to his senses, and made such a judgment in his mind.

However, the instinct that had been trained for a long time still made Dean breathe for a long time, as if he was asleep.

The other party was still cautiously approaching, but from time to time there would still be the sound of snow being trampled, and whenever such a sound sounded, the other party would stop and listen intently to Dean's movements; Undoubtedly, the long breathing sound is the motivation for the other party to continue to move forward.

Knight-level strength, but not good at stealth and tracking, should not belong to the Thieves Guild!

Dean judged.

Without the strength of a knight, he would not have been able to bring himself to such a slight step.

And after having such a slight step, and making a noise that it shouldn't be, it was clear that the members of the Thieves' Guild would not be so clumsy.

In fact, in the Thieves' Guild, even if they are not knights, they know how to avoid the sound of stomping on snow.

As a result, Dean concluded that the other party was certainly not a member of the Thieves' Guild.

However, such an assertion was of no use at all, after all, the true identity of the suspicious caravan when the other party went out was still not confirmed - and as the other party got closer, Dean's hand had already reached the dagger at his waist.

It's not the [Demon Blood Dagger], once the [Demon Blood Dagger] is moved, the special aura on it is too easy to be revealed, and it is impossible for those barbarian elders to ignore it after the breath of hell appears; Therefore, if Dean doesn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble to his 'negotiation' because of such an aura, it is the best choice to hide the [Demon Blood Dagger] for the time being.

In the next moment, Dean's palm had already grasped the dagger at his waist, and as soon as the other party entered the tent, he could launch the most rapid attack at the first time.

However, the other party did not open the tent curtain and walked in, but just stayed quietly outside the tent and listened.

Two minutes later, the other party returned the same way.

"Is this a temptation?!"

Dean was stunned for a moment, and then, quickly and silently, he got out of the tent - standing in the shadow of the tent intertwined with the moonlight and firelight, Dean could clearly see the back of the other party's departure.

Tall, muscular, dressed in leather armor, with no weapons around his waist, and his hands empty.

That didn't make Dean let his guard down, though.

After all, the other party is a knight-level person, and it is difficult for him to deal with it in head-on combat, coupled with the talent awakened after the knight's baptism, it is almost impossible for him to win against the other party in head-on combat.

So, Dean was very careful.

After opening up a distance from the other party in this way, he quietly fell behind the other party.

The other party obviously did not have a silent Dean - with countless assassination experiences, Dean was already familiar with such silent movements.

And, obviously, the other party had some carelessness after completing his task.

At least, in Dean's eyes, if he really wanted to assassinate the other party, there would be at least five chances along the way, and no less than two chances to be able to kill the other party 100 percent.

After all, the other party's back was facing Dean all the time.

However, Dean, who wanted to find out, couldn't make a move, so he fell behind the other party and came to the west side of the barbarian stockade - here is the direction where the barbarian patriarch pointed out the caravan temporarily stationed, and a felt-roofed tent that is different from the barbarian shows the identity of the owner here.

Here two men dressed as mercenaries are keeping vigil; However, there are two more people in the dark of Dean Octavia - the combination of open and dark sentinels, which is not common in caravans, and should be the habit of the army.

Dean, who was already skeptical, frowned even more at this time.

"Hurd!"

A low cry came from the shadow of the tent, and with that cry came a man of medium stature out—and Dean was startled.

First of all, Dean didn't show up for the other party before.

Secondly, the other party actually had two long swords hanging from his waist.

The former is enough to show that the opponent is also a knight, while the latter shows that the opponent is good at some special skills.

And no matter which one it is, it shows that the other party is difficult to deal with.

"There are actually two knight-level ......"

Dean thought to himself.

And just as Dean was thinking, the knight with the double sword at his waist had already lifted the tent curtain behind him—although it was not completely lifted, only halfway, but the light coming from inside was enough for Dean to see the people sitting inside.

There were two people in it.

One of them, Dean is not familiar with.

However, the other one is very familiar to Dean, and even, deeply engraved in Dean's mind - the future king advisor of the Kingdom of Gosai: Momon!

In the history of the future, he has more than once wanted to assassinate, but was repeatedly escaped by the figure.

In the end, he and King Gaosai were crushed in the burst crystal with him, the great wizard!

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