Hunched, the group sneakily approached their target.
Robert and others, who had been born for a while, slowly recovered a little bit, and this time their sneak attack was not discovered by the other party.
The men with weapons were just teasing with the women around them, but the monkey-cheeked face that Lorne hated just looking at him was still trying hard to shout to the people on the sentry post.
It seems that he intends to use his sincerity to influence others, but unfortunately, he throws his flirtatious eyes to the blind man.
When Lorne went out, he gave clear instructions not to let anyone in except him.
Naturally, those rigid men strictly obeyed Lorne's orders, and Grant couldn't get them to open the door even if he shouted at his throat.
The two sides had been in a stalemate for several hours since they arrived at the guard post, and Grant's throat began to feel hot, but the man standing above didn't even mean to say a word in reply.
Looking at the soldier standing upright, Grant would have doubted whether he was talking to a statue if the man hadn't said he was a human being.
How could a person remain motionless for several hours?
From the time he came here to now, the soldiers standing on the wall had not changed.
Even looking at them from a distance, the other soldiers' expressions always looked condescending.
The dim-sighted Grant subconsciously regarded the soldiers' stupid daze as arrogance and disobedience.
After traveling all over the country for so long, this was the first time that he saw such arrogant and disciplined gatekeepers.
The rumors seem to be inconsistent with the facts.
How could a fool-like country bumpkin bring out such soldiers?
Did he bring out the elites of the territory?
But he has already arrived here.
He can't continue walking at night.
What if he bumps into the orc army again in vain?
He didn't even have a chance to escape.
In order to have a piece of tile to cover his head, he would not have his head cut off by the orcs in a daze.
The stingy Grant was finally generous.
He didn't believe there would be anyone who could not get along with money.
"Brother upstairs, please help me tell the gentleman inside.
Just say that I have important information and have prepared a sumptuous dinner.
Sir, please be kind to me.
Grant from Shuanghe Town is willing to express my gratitude. " After not eating for a day, Lorne's stomach was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
Hearing Grant's words, he suddenly became interested.
But just in case, Lorne still did not stop his plan to encircle and attack.
By disarming them first, he believed he could eat better and take more.
"Oh, how are you going to thank me again?"
Visually, all the soldiers should have arrived at the designated position, and Lorne walked out of the darkness while speaking abruptly.
The sound didn't come from upstairs, but from beside me.
Grant, who was overly frightened during the day, trembled involuntarily.
After a moment of reaction, he realized that the other party was speaking the imperial language.
Of course, those who can speak human language cannot be rude and cruel orcs.
With a pair of disgusting triangular eyes narrowed, Lorne was a little far away from him in the darkness.
Grant couldn't see Lorne's appearance clearly.
But that doesn't stop him from flattering.
"You must be Sir Sir.
You are indeed young and promising.
When I came here, I heard that a powerful new person had arrived at Post 138.
Meeting Mr.
Jazz today is truly a matter of pride for us people from behind.
If the soldiers in the north were as disciplined as Sir Sir, then we would have wiped out all the orcs on the grassland long ago."
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It was all just a few words, and there was no mention of a sumptuous dinner or a big thank you.
Lorne would not be distracted by those nonsense.
So, in Fast's memory, he couldn't find anything to be proud of about the pride of the Northerners.
On the contrary, there have been many embarrassing behaviors.
"You haven't told me how you're going to thank me yet.
Are you just trying to amuse me?
You know I have a lot of soldiers you mentioned."
Repeating the question just now, Lorne held back his breath; if Grant knew the truth, maybe everyone could turn their hostility into friendship.
What does it mean to be a noble?
Grant himself did not have such a good fate to be reborn into a noble family, but as a successful businessman, he often had to deal with some minor nobles.
In his eyes, they were a group of vampires who wanted both face and benefits.
But no matter how greedy he is, as a noble.
Basic self-cultivation can still be guaranteed.
In that circle, there are very few people who are shameless for money.
Even if they do, they do it secretly.
This was the first time Grant had encountered Lorn's method of extortion in an upright manner.
They don't pay attention to the art of conversation at all, and it's just a threat of force.
The rumors were indeed not groundless.
After all, the farmer was a farmer and he despised Lorne in his heart.
Grant's monkey-cheeked face squeezed into a smile.
So what if there are elite soldiers?
Grant can't deal with a farmer?
Just give him some money.
No, giving money to such a farmer is simply an insult.
As long as he brags about his backstage connections, and the other party is not afraid to confess him right away, then maybe the ignorant guy in front of him will even send someone to send him back.
The orcs have entered the country, and the experienced Grant does not dare to wander around on the grassland without a guard.
He was stingy and wanted to coax Lorne.
Even the food and benefits that Lorne expected were withheld from him secretly.
"Sir, Sir, you are joking.
No one dares to offend you when I am having fun."
Grant is not a nobleman, but he considers himself a cultivated intellectual.
No shrewd businessman would do such a thing as breaking one's skin.
After a pause, he began to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf: "However, I think you also know.
We are doing business here, and no one will take good things with us.
But don't worry, I and the people in the nearby fortress will Sir Stany is familiar with him.
Moreover, I have the permission of Marquis Clark to do business here.
As long as Sir Sir can send me to them, I guarantee with my Grant's credibility that I will thank you profusely when the time comes. " What he said seemed really powerful, but Grant himself knew his own weight.
He is a nobody at best, like Marquis Clark, he has never even seen him face to face.
But what he said was not made up.
Anyone doing business in this grassland area must get the nod of Marquis Clark.
He didn't deceive Lorne, he just used some tricks.
As for the so-called Sir Stany, Lorne had heard that he was the Earl's boy who was in charge of the sentry near him.
Grant's statement that he knew the other party well was not a lie.
Having pimped young Ser Stany several times, he did know that guy who didn't have much ability.
But if Grant’s words reach the other party’s ears, Stany will definitely not admit that he knows the sharp-mouthed pimp in front of him: