Chapter 63: The Suspicious Caravan

  With a hint of hesitation in his heart, Dean did not immediately head to the suspicious merchant's tent, but instead entered the felt-top tent pointed out by the barbarian chieftain. The two consecutive days of traveling through the snowy forest had been no small burden for Dean, and he wouldn't mind having hot food and a warm place to stay.

  Inside the yurt with a felt roof, there is a small fire pit - about one and a half feet deep from the ground, and the surrounding area is built into a square hole of about one foot on each side. Then, choose one side of the four sides to dig a trough that can hold enough firewood, and on top of it is an iron pot or a rack.

  In fact, in the four northern counties, such fire pits are the first choice for outdoor or camping.

  As for the south?

  The damp underground, apparently a makeshift campfire is more suitable.

  Gurgling...

  In the large cast-iron pot suspended over the fire, the sound of boiling broth rose up, and immediately a thick fragrance wafted out from the pot. Based solely on the aroma, Dean could determine that it was deer meat soup.

  Dean picked up the wooden bowl placed on one side, lifted the lid of the pot, scooped out some broth from inside, and then soaked his dry rations in it.

  What about venison?

  Just as the barbarian tribal chief said, it has been taken away by previous "guests" almost.

  Like the barbarians, this food for guests and friends is not unlimited supply except on holidays and celebrations. Even Dean can be sure that if he comes a little later, after the fire in the stove has completely gone out, he won't even be able to drink these soups.

  Wow!

  As the fragrant broth entered his stomach, the warm feeling instantly spread throughout his body, and Dean couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

  Then Dean ladled out another bowl.

  Perhaps there is no whole piece of meat, but the stewed soup has already absorbed the essence of venison, which can be said to have sufficient nutrition.

  And absolutely better than Dean's dry rations.

  So Dean didn't refuse, and directly poured the remaining broth in the iron pot into his belly. Then, thinking that he had added more firewood to the fireplace, he leaned against it, using his coat as a blanket, and lay down on the ground with his body slightly curled up, ready to enter dreamland.

  As for going to investigate that suspicious group of merchants?

  It's obvious that visiting someone late at night is absolutely unwelcome, especially when the other party is full of suspicion. This is definitely not a good choice.

  Daybreak, taking advantage of a conversation before the other party set off, Dean thought it was enough for him to get a clear understanding of the other party's situation.

  What about safety?

  Inside the barbarian's village, there was no need to worry. Although he had only glanced at it hastily before, Dean could be certain that the military strength possessed by this small village was absolutely not worth worrying about - apart from one barbarian chieftain who must have been a warrior (knight) level, there was at least one barbarian elder who was well-versed in secret techniques. The special tent decorated with bones, stones and withered trees was enough to explain everything.

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

  Even if he encountered danger, Dean wouldn't worry about being caught off guard.

  But sometimes things don't go as planned - just as Dean was about to fall asleep, a very faint, almost imperceptible footstep sounded.

  If it weren't for the snow, Dean would have found it extremely difficult to detect such footsteps - the other party had avoided the patrolling and night-watching barbarian warriors, walking along the shadows towards his own felt tent; although these shadows obscured the opponent's figure, the snow that was not easily swept or melted within the shadows transmitted the sound.

  And almost as soon as he heard the footsteps, Dean was instantly awake and made such a judgment in his mind.

  However, the long-term trained instincts still made Dean let out a long and gentle breath, as if he had fallen asleep.

  The other party is still cautiously approaching, but from time to time, the sound of trampled snow can be heard again. Every time such a sound occurs, the other party will stop and listen carefully to Dean's movements; undoubtedly, that long breathing sound is the driving force for the other party to continue moving forward.

  Knight-level strength, but not good at sneaking and tracking, shouldn't belong to the Thief's Guild!

  Deane judged.

  If there was no power of the knight, it would be impossible for oneself to reach such a slight footstep.

  But with such a light step, he made an unexpected noise, it's clear that the members of the Thieves' Guild wouldn't be so clumsy.

  In fact, in the Thieves' Guild, even those who were not of knightly rank knew how to avoid making crunching sounds in the snow.

  So Dean determined that the other party was definitely not a member of the Thieves' Guild.

  However, such a determination is of no use at all. After all, the true identity of the suspicious merchant's man who went out with the opponent has not been confirmed yet - and as the opponent gets closer and closer, Dean's hand has already touched the dagger at his waist.

  It's not the "Devil's Blood Dagger", once the Devil's Blood Dagger is activated, the special aura on it is too easy to detect. Those barbarian elders wouldn't be able to ignore the hellish aura after discovering it; therefore, if Dein doesn't want to attract unnecessary trouble due to this aura and affect his own "negotiations", hiding the Devil's Blood Dagger for now would be the best choice.

  The next moment, Dean's palm had already gripped the dagger at his waist. As soon as the other party entered the tent, he could launch the most swift and fierce attack in the first time.

  However, the other party did not lift the tent flap and walk in, but instead quietly stood outside the tent and listened intently.

  Two minutes later, the other party returned along the same route.

  "Is this a probe?!"

  Dean was taken aback, then swiftly and silently slipped out of the tent - standing in the shadow where the moonlight and firelight intertwined, Dean could clearly see the other person's back as they walked away.

  Tall and robust, wearing a suit of armor, with no weapon at his waist, and empty hands.

  But this did not let Dean relax his vigilance.

  After all, the other party is a knight-level person, and in a head-on battle, he is very difficult to deal with. Moreover, after the Knight's Baptism awakened his talent, it is almost impossible for him to win over the opponent in a head-on battle.

  So Dean was extremely careful.

  After pulling away from each other for a while, he quietly fell behind his opponent.

  The other party obviously did not notice the silent Dean - relying on countless assassination experiences, Dean was already familiar with such silent movements.

  Moreover, it is obvious that the other side has become somewhat complacent after completing its own tasks.

  At least in Dean's eyes, if he really wanted to assassinate the other party, there were at least five opportunities during this journey, and the opportunity to kill the other party 100% was not less than twice.

  After all, his back was always facing Dean.

  However, Dean, who wanted to investigate further, couldn't make a move and ended up falling behind the opponent to the west side of the barbarian village - this was the direction where the barbarian chief had previously pointed out that the merchant team would temporarily camp. The felt tents with different shapes from those of the barbarians also indicated the identity of the owner here.

  There are two mercenaries standing guard here; however, Dean's sharp eyes discovered that there were two more people hiding in the dark - a pair of sentries, which is not common in merchant caravans and should be a military habit.

  Dean, who was already suspicious, furrowed his brow even more at this time.

  "Herd!"

  A low call came from the shadow of the tent, and with this call, a man of medium build walked out - Dean was startled.

  Firstly, Dean had not discovered the other party previously.

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

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

  Either way, it shows that the other party is difficult to deal with.

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

  Dean thought to himself.

  Just as Dean was thinking, the knight with two swords at his waist had already lifted the curtain of the tent behind him - although not completely opened, only half, but the light coming from inside was enough to let Dean see the person sitting inside.

  There are two people inside.

  One of them, Dean was unfamiliar with.

  However, another one was extremely familiar to Dean, even deeply engraved in Dean's mind - the future High Sage Kingdom's King Advisor: Momo!

  In future history, he repeatedly wanted to assassinate but was repeatedly escaped by the figure.

  In the end, however, he and High King Gaius were both crushed to death in the Blast Crystal.

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