49. Conflict (below)

I heard about Tia a few days ago, from Kurtz. Although the broken bone had healed in the last few days, no one had expected that the bone of the scapula, which had been broken in half, was misaligned, and that the new bone spur had already lodged in the flesh, which was painful, and even if the wound healed, the misaligned bone would affect movement, not to mention the ability to go back into battle.

But the stubborn old man was so upset about his grandson and apprentice being seriously injured by the Dwarf bandits that there was no room for negotiation, just one word: "Call whoever you like, but there is no way you can call me.

Kurtz always told me, "Ka and I were so close to dying, we had to fight for our lives to survive".

As a member of the Windchaser Adventurers, she needed to fight for her teammate, otherwise the young man would have quit the Windchaser prematurely due to his injury, and if his entire right arm was crippled, it would probably make the rest of his life miserable. She hadn't spoken these days and I knew she couldn't say anything. She had shed quite a few tears seeing my injuries, and if she hadn't fought through the depletion of her mana that night to break out with us, and later hold back a dozen dwarven bandits, Kurtz and I might have been dead.

I sighed as I looked at Kurtz beside me, but the good little orc ignored my pleading gaze and went straight to see if the meatloaf was cooked. I sighed and thought to myself, "Just because Kurtz would fight for me in battle without hesitation doesn't mean he's indifferent to life.

There was the sound of snoring from one side, and surprisingly it was Uncle Fred sitting in his chair asleep; things must have been pretty bad in the caravan to tire him out like this. Thinking of those who died in the caravan, perhaps this is the fate of everyone, the dead and the living.

I sat by the cooker and added wood to it, Kuzi opened the lid first to see if the dried vegetables in the pot were cooked, he moved slowly and it took a while before he put the lid on and crouched down beside me and said, "Why don't I persuade Master to save him!"

"Eh?" I didn't respond.

"The men in their regiment saved us both, we can't owe them that. I'll talk to Master back!" Kurtz gritted his teeth and decided to come down.

I put my arm around his shoulders, my heart instantly lightening, and said, "Eh."

... beautiful divider ...

Katrina came back from the stream with a bucket of water, the bulky wooden bucket was so big that she struggled a bit to carry it, and it wobbled as she walked, spilling water all the way. She was a little distressed by the splash on her beautiful dress, and the red ponytail she had tied behind her head was swaying nimbly and beautifully. She placed the bucket of water by the cooker and straightened up to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead, a time when she would always subconsciously look for me, as Kiger had instructed, and the most important thing she did every day was to look after me.

A drunken Ming Qian staggered over to me with a pretty dancer in his arms, his hand around the dancer's waist poking into her dress, causing the dancer to pout. Seeing her flamboyant dress and sublime looks, it was clear that this was probably one of the big class dancers in one of the caravans, and the two men walked up to Katrina, blocking her path.

"Hey, red-eyed girl! How many silver dimes do I have to pay you for sleeping with my lord for one night?"

Ming Qian suddenly reached out and hooked Katarina's pointed jaw, forcing her to raise her head to reveal her white face. Then he let go of the dancer beside him, poked his head up against Katrina's ear and said in an aggressive tone of voice, "Perhaps I could ask Gazadee to give you to me?"

Gazadee was a famous dancer in the imperial capital and she was also the biggest manager of the troupe this time, the dame of the dance.

Ming Qian was a little drunk and her cheeks were crawling with sweet red discolouration, those faint freckles normally hidden in her skin were stained light red by the alcohol in her blood and looked a little disgusting, Katarina tried to break free from that big strong hand but never managed to.

Seeing that Katrina had the audacity to struggle, Ming Qian's eyes suddenly turned sharp and he raised his hand and slapped Katrina across the face, five red finger marks instantly imprinted on her face, causing Katrina to scream. With a grin on his face, Ming Qian fished a silver dime from his pocket and slipped it into Katarina's white cleavage with the tip of his finger, saying grimly, "Shame on you, ***, that fool Daj is only asking for trouble. I'll wait for you in the tent tonight, I think you and Pommy will make good sisters."

Ming Qian's words made Katrina's face pale, the finger marks imprinted on her white face highlighting the difference between a noble and a pariah, a noble who killed a pariah would only have to pay a small, pitiful fine to avoid the penalty. On the other hand, if an untouchable killed a noble, he would have to pay for the noble's life, along with his whole family. There was a look of determination in Ming Qian's sinister eyes, a look of pity towards the dead, those cold eyes as if to say: If you dare to resist me, I will kill you.

The scene was so brief in fact that before I could even react, Ming Qian's hand had already been released and he said grimly to Katrina in haughty imperial terms, "That silver dime is the deposit for tonight, I knew you would come, didn't I?"

Sometimes the transaction of coins represented the law. When Caterina received Ming Qian's money, the contract was established, and the Chancellors of the Arbitration House didn't care if it was forced, instead many of the decrees were clearly protecting the nobility. As everyone was shocked at this shameless tactic, I stood up and rushed over to Katrina and dived under her skirt, reaching out and giving her round, white thighs a couple of random strokes, causing Katrina to blush with shame.

It didn't matter how intimate we were in the caravan, even if we slept together in our cool lingerie at night, it was just a beautiful young girl sleeping with a baby. But if I got under a girl's skirt in public, that was a little too much, the kind of thing only a naughty boy would do.

I quickly fished a silver dime out of my money pouch under Katarina's skirt, lifted up my skirt and dug out, cupping a silver coin in my hand and smashing it hard into the back of Ming Qian, who had turned to walk back. Ming Qian turned around with a bit of annoyance and looked at Katrina with sinister eyes and was about to lose his temper when I stepped in front of Katrina's body and said to Ming Qian with an innocent expression, "Hey, you dropped your silver coin."

Then I smiled at Ming Qian, reached out and took Katarina's cold, frightened hand, and turned away from Ming Qian, whose face was as gloomy as if it was about to rain. The dancer standing beside him looked dumbfounded and subconsciously covered her mouth with her small white hand, but she could not hide the gloating smile on her face.

Ming Qian grunted coldly, and without seeing how he moved he was in front of me, that cold hand snapping around my throat like a viper, then easily lifting me above his head, a moment when I felt I was suffocating, the blood in my body unable to flow back into my heart, suffocating my little face. My small hands clawed haphazardly in the air twice, and all I could do to keep from breaking my neck from my own weight was to grasp helplessly at his wrists, his vice-like hands that I couldn't break no matter how hard I tried. My two legs kicked about in the air.

"What are you doing, are you trying to kill him? Please let go!" Seeing me struggling in the air with Ming Qian holding my throat, Katrina lunged at me like a madman. With a sneer on his lips, Ming Qian lifted his foot and stomped Katrina in the small of the back, sending her flying backwards.

"Fuck you cat!" Seeing that I had suffered a great loss and was about to be choked to death by Ming Qian, Kuzi pounced on me like a mad dog, his axe already lit up, and slashed straight across Ming Qian's waist. He grabbed Ming Qian's wrist and brought it into his arms. With a twist of his backhand, he slammed his shoulder into Ming Qian's chest before his inner strength could be dissolved, knocking him seven or eight metres away. And as I was caught in one hand by Qiang Bach in his arms, the sound of Sister Guo Guo's incantation was already coming over in a fury.

"Hey!" The water bullet grazed against Ming Qian's hair and disappeared straight out of sight, a force that would have seriously injured him.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Gogo's staff raised once again and was too frightened to care about anything else. As Ming Qian's friends got up and drew their swords, Gogo's second water bomb came whistling after Ming Qian and was about to hit him.

"Hey!"

Someone from the crowd under the lemon tree shouted, turning into a white light and rushing towards Ming Qian.

It was the first time I had seen a warrior perform a battle technique in daylight, and it almost brought the human body to its maximum speed, leaving a shadow behind the man, just as the dwarf bandit had crashed into me that night, and the man had crashed into Ming Qian in one fell swoop, only it was strangely silent, like iron guts hitting cotton wool, causing a sudden tightening of the heart.

In fact, I was worried that the impact would knock Ming Qian off his feet or knock him unconscious, but to my surprise, the figure reluctantly changed direction when it was about to hit Ming Qian, holding up an iris shield and hitting Guo Guo's water bomb directly. The splash hit me like a small stone.

I wiped a handful of water off my face and said in amazement, "Holy shit, that's how you can use a dash!"

"This isn't a warrior's 'dash' skill, this is a warrior's 'block' skill." Strong Bach said calmly beside me and put me behind him as I stuck my head out to see who it was that actually managed to stop Sister Gogo's water bomb. I saw the leader of the Prosperity Regiment, Breguet, wearing a grey silk shirt and white leggings, standing between Ming Qian and Gogo with an Iris shield in his hand, looking at Gogo with a wry smile and simply saying, "Offended!"

Then without looking back, he walked away, and Baoji didn't go back to the crowd over by the lemon tree, but walked straight towards the camp of the Prosperous Star Adventurers. That brave stance once again sent chills down my spine, and I said to myself, "This guy seems fierce!

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