The Sun King's Evidence

Put venison, wild vegetables, two spoons of flour, pepper and other seasonings into the iron pot, and a pot of venison soup full of fragrant meat is ready. Ryan and the sorceress sat opposite each other and enjoyed the delicious food. For the venison soup, the knight of the kingdom took out a large spoon and a small bowl, filled a bowl and handed it to Theresa first: "Ladies first."

The sorceress took it without hesitation, took a taste with the spoon, and nodded: "Your craftsmanship is indeed very good. If I can work with you, at least I don't have to endure those disgusting and inferior foods anymore."

Ryan's movements stopped. He looked at Theresa's beautiful face in the moonlight, and then looked at her silver pupils through her black-rimmed glasses with purple butterfly patterns. He suddenly smiled and said: "With skills like mine, There are not many knights in the kingdom, at least this is the only one in Nord, and there is no other knight."

"...Want to eat some bread?" Teresa took out an iron box with a few pieces of black bread in it. It looked like the kind eaten by the mercenaries outside, but Ryan knew how the sorceress could eat it. What about regular brown bread?

The most popular, basic and lowest-level food on the continent is black bread, but this is not the kind of black bread sold in stores that Ryan saw on Earth. This long black thing is made of part of wheat. The bran such as the cortex, germ, aleurone layer and a small amount of endosperm that were ground down during the grinding process, and even some sawdust and some mud are baked. If you bake them for a little longer, these black breads will look like stones. It is equally hard and will break your teeth if you take one bite. The correct way is to boil it in hot water and then eat it soaked in water. Of course, the most disgusting thing is that some black bread has a very high ratio of mud to sawdust. Large, there are a lot of dirt mixed in, and because yeast is precious, most black bread is fermented with the excrement of saber-toothed tigers. Just a little bit of the excrement of this beast that haunts the northern region is enough to make a large basket of black bread. Bread.

There was once a story about a thief who broke into a farmer's house, but the panicked housewife picked up some black bread and hit her in the head, causing blood to flow all over the floor.

Ryan didn't have much experience eating black bread. What he ate most at home was rye bread baked by servants. The making process of this kind of bread did not include wood chips, mud, feces and the like. It is made by mixing rye flour and wheat flour. The servant will also add a spoonful of sugar, a few spoons of butter and a little milk residue. It still tastes very good.

But compared with the black bread Theresa was holding, it was just dregs.

The brown bread in Theresa's hand is made from sugar cane honey imported from Brittany, which is known as the sweetest on the continent, and high-quality wheat flour imported from the Lucerne Plain near Brunswick, the capital of the empire. Garland Brown Bread, the pieces of brown bread in Theresa's hand are worth more than fifty silver coins. This bread is soft and delicious, and can be eaten directly without the need for anything else.

"If we hadn't had a fight in the afternoon, I almost thought we were having a picnic in the countryside, my eldest lady." Ryan said helplessly, picking up the deer steak in the bowl with a fork, eating the meat, and spitting the bones aside. .

"I put it here. If you want to eat it, you can take it yourself." The sorceress felt a little embarrassed now: "This is my first time to go out alone. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to eat the food outside, so I brought some for myself."

"Put it away. In the wild, if you can eat freshly cooked food, eat freshly cooked food. If you don't think about eating dry food again." Ryan waved his hand and refused. He took the roasted deer legs on the side from the shelf: "I want some. Roast venison?”

"Okay." The sorceress did not refuse. She had confidence in Ryan's cooking skills.

Sure enough, when the venison entered the mouth, there was no fishy smell as expected. The delicious and smooth taste of venison came from the tip of the tongue. The texture was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The sorceress squinted her eyes with satisfaction: "Not bad."

"As long as it's delicious." Ryan nodded. After Theresa ate some more food to show that she was full, he directly got rid of the rest.

"Time is running out. I am no different from an ordinary person now. Let's call everyone to a meeting." Theresa said proactively: "We have wasted too much time."

"Oh? Don't you hate being with a smelly man who smells like blood?" Ryan couldn't help but said deliberately when he saw the sorceress who always had a mysophobia actively inviting him.

"Don't think I can't see it. You have a strange energy surrounding you, so there won't be any peculiar smell... As for others, just sit farther away." Teresa raised the curtain and went in to change. clothing.

What she didn't say was that the light blue energy lingering around Ryan was very clear and pure, making her feel very comfortable, so she was willing to communicate more with him.

"The current weather does not allow it, otherwise I will find a way to get you some hot water to take a bath. After all, you can't jump directly into the glacier to take a bath like me." Ryan nodded: "I will gather everyone first."

"Yeah." The tent curtain was lowered.

Ryan went first to where everyone was camping and called everyone in the mercenary group for a meeting. The leader Boris was seriously injured. Although he was not strong enough, he forcibly fought several moves with the beastman leader. All the meridians in his hands were damaged, and there were also wounds on his body. There were several fatal wounds.

Ryan had heard of Boris's name. This elite-level berserker started with an axe, and later traveled around as a mercenary, earning his name as "Blood Axe".

If ordinary-level warriors are only slightly stronger and know more combat skills than ordinary people, then elite-level warriors, in addition to increasingly sophisticated combat skills, their bodies have begun to be further strengthened, especially berserker warriors like Boris. .

Berserker is an advanced profession for warriors. This profession gives up most of the defensive power and pours all talents into attack power. At Boris's elite level, his arms can lift hundreds of kilograms of weight. If you go to the battlefield, it will not be a problem for one person to deal with a dozen or so fully armed ordinary soldiers.

It can only be said that the racial advantage of the beastmen is too obvious. Take the previous beastman leader as an example. The strength of the beastman leader is probably at the peak of the elite level, but his performance in the battle is that he completely overwhelms Boris. The wrist is in a crushing state.

Everyone in the mercenary group had just finished dinner, and everyone was in a relaxed state. Ryan could see that everyone was very tired. At the end of the battle, everyone asked what to do next. Ryan knew very well that, Having been delayed by the beastman tribe, my group had already lost track of Belt, so they just wanted to find a place to rest for the time being.

After hearing Ryan's call, everyone cheered up a little. Everyone sat down around the fire. Even though Boris was seriously injured, he still held up his body to listen. Deputy leader Wilt sat down with Banda. , seeing Ryan's expression of confusion, the deputy leader added: "He is my apprentice, learning some knowledge."

Ryan said nothing when he saw this.

At this time, a scent of lavender scent drifted by, and Teresa appeared in front of everyone. She changed out of the black leather clothes used for combat and wore a navy blue mink coat that covered her proud figure. It was wrapped exquisitely, and the long hem almost hung down to the woman's calf. A pearl necklace hung on her chest, and the silver high-heeled boots highlighted her slender figure, which was conservatively estimated to be about 1.7 meters. above.

The women in the Gloria Council all love luxurious life and enjoyment, and Ryan knows this very well.

"Teresa is also here, let's get started!" The sorceress sat down next to the Kingdom Knight, gave him a wink, and signaled to start, so Ryan said: "First of all, a piece of bad news, we brought Bell We lost track of him. Before we met the beastmen, the distance between us and him was about three to four hours. However, after fighting the beastmen, the distance between us and him has now been extended to at least one day. "

"Secondly, Teresa's magic power is exhausted and it will take a few days to recover. We can't place our hope on magic." Ryan continued, and everyone focused on the sorceress, who nodded silently.

"What do you think of the current situation? Or is there any news you can tell me?" The light of the fire illuminated the faces of several people. Boris was injured and silent. Wilt seemed to be thinking about something. Everyone could only see the bright moonlight and hear the crackling sound in the fire.

Everyone sat cross-legged, with the exception of the sorceress. Ryan set up a maza for her, because Teresa definitely couldn't tolerate her clothes getting dusty, but this felt different in Banda's eyes. , he felt that the Kingdom Knight was deliberately trying to please Ms. Trovik. Seeing that everyone was silent, Banda thought that the time had come for him to show off. Before, he had conceived a good plan. After hearing this plan, Ms. Trowick will be impressed by me!

"I have a plan, Ms. Trovik!" Banda said suddenly. He ignored Wilt's stopping gaze and continued directly: "That's it, I think we should pursue the victory!"

"Pursuit of victory?" Ryan became interested. He stretched out his hand to stop Wilt's expression of wanting to say something, and motioned for Banda to continue.

Banda felt Theresa's eyes were also on him, and he even talked more eloquently: "There is a clue, an important clue, you have ignored it, that is the Ten Thousand Demonic Rock, where Ms. Trovik is. Didn't we say it before? She felt the power of the Ten Thousand Demonic Rocks, so the fallen hunter must be located near the Ten Thousand Demonic Rocks. The beastman tribe has been defeated by Ms. Trovik. I heard the leader say before, Once the Beastmen leader dies, the Beastmen tribe will fall into a long period of internal fighting and civil strife, so we will definitely gain something when we go to investigate near the Ten Thousand Demon Rocks tomorrow."

"..." Ryan took a long breath and his eyes wandered for a long time. Boris coughed violently a few times. Wilt lowered his head and remained silent. As for Theresa, whom Banda cared about most, she used Look at him like an idiot.

Finally, it was Ryan who took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Banda, if I were leading a complete knights now, then I would consider doing this, but we only have twenty or thirty people, and we suffered heavy casualties, each with injuries."

"You may not know much about the Ten Thousand Demonic Rocks, so I'll tell you."

"The Ten Thousand Demons Rock is a totem rock, also known as the core of Chaos. It is the sacred totem of the beastmen. They are usually hidden in the darkest and most inaccessible depths of forests, secret caves or steep mountain tops. Anyone who dares to break into the Ten Thousand Demons Those who do not have split-toes in the area around the rock will suffer the merciless wrath of all beastmen within a hundred miles."

"There are usually powerful doomsday bulls guarding the Ten Thousand Demonic Rocks. Even I am at a disadvantage when facing the doomsday bull, let alone the twenty or thirty mercenaries like us. Going there is a complete endgame."

Although the young mercenary disliked Ryan very much, he valued his mercenary group very much. In the past few years, he had grown up in the mercenary group, so after hearing Ryan's judgment, he just muttered: "Who will die?" Not sure yet." He stopped talking.

"That's right, Mr. Lane, during the past few days of tracking, we have discovered that Belt's actions have the following patterns. His hiding route is erratic, and he has set up many obstacles to try to avoid Ms. Trovik's pursuit. , but his overall route of travel is regular, that is, it is generally moving westward." Wilt took out a map. He first clicked on a huge castle pattern in the middle of the map: "Seven days ago , Belt escaped from the royal capital, Winter City, and chose to go west."

Then the deputy mercenary leader swiped his finger to the left and pointed at the sign of a town: "Five days ago, our Blood Ax Mercenary Group and Ms. Trovik witnessed Belt in the town of Lutop, but Belt immediately disappeared into the snowfield, and although we tried our best to chase him, we lost track of Belt near the Grantham Trail."

"Then, there is the Meen Forest." Wilt then placed his hand on a large forest pattern. The Meen Forest is very large, accounting for almost one-eighth of the Nord Kingdom. It is here that everyone is attacked by wild beasts. people attack.

"So Belt has always gone west. This is the rule we have concluded." Wilt said: "I wonder what Mr. Lane thinks?"

"It is certain that Belt will want to escape from Nord. Nord is chasing him everywhere. Although he can hide in the deep mountains and old forests and never come out for the rest of his life, just drinking blood and living among the beasts is still a way to avoid pursuit. Choice, but he won't do that." Ryan's face was serious, and he realized something.

"Why?" Banda couldn't help but ask again.

"The evil gods will not want a useless believer. Whether it is the blood god who likes blood and killing, the master of tricks who likes tricks and deception, or the Shalish who advocates the pursuit of depraved sensory stimulation, they will not want a believer. Useless believers, only the Father of Decay and Disease will accept all believers." After Ryan added some explanation, he continued: "So there are only three possibilities for Belt's whereabouts."

The plot of the new book will unfold slowly. After all, Hammer itself is a very large worldview set by many people.