Chapter 107: Who is the Fool?

  The legend is attractive because the troubadours are very familiar with people's preferences and temperament. Of course, their stories are all based on real historical facts. Fabricated stories have no vitality, but in terms of storytelling methods, they have their own unique tricks, most commonly used being ignoring time and space, compressing long periods of time, even a year's worth of events into one day or a few days.

  For example, when the Deep Abyssal Race rampaged on the mainland, the living space of various races on the surface was greatly reduced. The huge underground city under Holy Crown City is a masterpiece of the Deep Abyssal Race, and creatures such as vampires and black crows are all remnants of the Deep Abyssal Race.

  Just when the intelligent species on the ground were suffocating, the 12th-level strongman, War God Abraham, appeared out of thin air and played an irreplaceable role in several decisive battles that determined the survival of the species, finally driving the Deep Species back underground.

  In legendary stories, the experience of War God Abraham has been thoroughly deified. He just showed his edge yesterday, leading the army to defeat the invasion of the Abyssal tribe, and tomorrow he will start a major counterattack. It seems that Abraham completed several miracles in just a few days, but in fact, the war between Abraham and the Abyssal tribe lasted for 17 years!

  If Leiz had the qualifications to become the protagonist of a legendary story, then his act of beheading Thomas, the town lord of the 10th town, would be described by the bards as a heroic feat or a brilliant starting point. Then Leiz would have possessed power that was not inferior to that of the four major city lords. By tomorrow, Han Jin's small group would become the de facto ruler of the Beit Alliance.

  In reality, the contradictions would not erupt so quickly, and various forms of open and secret struggles also required a lot of time to lay the groundwork. Lang Ning sent out many messengers, sending letters with different content to the leaders and generals belonging to the Jihuo Army. If it was the direct line of Commander Conard, Lang Ning would focus on describing Leizhe's pain and determination; if it were those generals who had been favored by Conard, Lang Ning would shift the focus to the matter of Conard Knight's bones being desecrated, and say that a reburial ceremony for Conard Knight would be held soon, hoping they could bring people back to attend. If it were those generals who might become enemies or friends, Lang Ning would spend a lot of effort denouncing Rudolph's shamelessness and strongly criticizing the four city masters of the Bait Alliance for their mutual intrigue and infighting.

  As for those who are destined to be opponents, Lang Ning is too lazy to waste his energy on them. He's not a kid anymore. Political contradictions can't be simply divided into justice and evil, just like opponents, they don't care what kind of person Conard Knight is, they'll do whatever needs to be done.

  Langning's letter would take at least seven or eight days to reach the hands of those generals, and after they have considered it carefully and decided their stance, and then written a reply to Langning, it would take almost a month. That is to say, the first step in the struggle requires a whole month of preparation.

  Han Jin and a few others are now living very happily, to use Mo Xinkuo's words, with someone backing them up! Lei Zhe is respectfully called Young Marshal. He is absolutely the uncrowned king of the Ninth Town, and Mo Xinkuo can often rub shoulders with Lei Zhe, so what's there to fear in this Ninth Town?!

  So, Moxinke thinks that now he has the qualifications to degenerate and also has the obligation to degenerate. He wants to eat the best food, drink wine, and as for playing with women, of course, he will choose the youngest and most beautiful ones. Unfortunately, later it often develops into a farce. Xilina's sense of smell is simply amazing, no matter how much Moxinke drinks in the bar, Xilina will not appear, but as soon as Moxinke calls over a bar girl to accompany him for a drink, it won't take long before Xilina will be standing coldly behind Moxinke, making him suffer unbearably.

  It's actually this kind of thing. Women have their own logic, men have their own logic. They will never be able to argue out who is right or wrong.

  After making a scene several times, Mo Xinkai also learned his lesson. He just drank by himself and didn't easily provoke those bar girls anymore.

  That day, Han Jin and Mo Xinkuo walked into a bar in the town together again. Han Jin just came out to breathe some fresh air and relax himself, so he sat for a while before leaving. But Mo Xinkuo was not satisfied yet, and continued to stay in the bar.

  There aren't many mercenaries in the ninth town. Most of the guests at the bar are officers from various levels of the Storm Legion. Locals are scarce, and competition among bars is fierce. Tricks are endless.

  Now. There are several bar girls standing on the wine table, desperately shaking their waists and occasionally lifting up their skirts to entice the officers below, who in turn let out a string of strange cries and catcalls.

  The discipline of the torrential army is extremely strict. But this kind of thing is a matter of mutual consent and is not subject to military discipline. The fundamental desire for life must be vented, otherwise it will cause people's personalities to become distorted. Those who demand that others eliminate their desires in the name of heavenly reason and justice are often despicable and shameless. They only ask others to do this and that, but they never set an example themselves.

  Mo Xinkai drank the last mouthful of wheat wine. He took out a dozen or so silver coins and threw them on the table. Tomorrow he still had to practice his sword skills. He should get some rest early.

  At this moment, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and even more ordinary attire stood opposite Mo Xinkou, smiling and saying: "You are Lord Mo Xinkou, aren't you?"

  "Who is it? Anything important?" Mo Xinkai looked up and down at the person who came in.

  "May I sit down and talk?"

  "Alright, have a seat." Mo Xinkai waved his hand.

  The middle-aged man sat down: "I heard that you are a person who likes to get straight to the point, so... I won't beat around the bush with you."

  "I really like it this way." Mo Xinkai smiled.

  "It's like this, I have a batch of goods that need to be delivered to the 12th town. I've been searching for a while in the town but couldn't find a suitable mercenary." The middle-aged man paused: "Can you help me out? Please rest assured, when it comes to the commission, you don't need to have any worries, just name your price, as long as I can afford it, I will definitely satisfy your requirements."

  "How much money did I say? You gave me that much money? What a big tone!" Mo Xinkou opened his mouth wide.

  "Of course, with your character, you won't intentionally make things difficult for me, will you?" The middle-aged man said with a smile.

  "Before we talk business, don't you think you should introduce yourself first?" Mo Xinke said in a low voice.

  "My name is Justin, I am in charge of the Baituo Mengmogan business group."

  "Mo... Morgan Merchant Group?" Mo Xinke almost bit his own tongue.

  "What's wrong with that?" Justin asked in surprise.

  "It's nothing, it's nothing." Mo Xinke snapped his fingers and signaled to the waitress to bring another dozen beers over. He savored the beer while sizing up Jastin, still not saying a word.

  Justin didn't rush either, quietly watching Mosuke.

  "Are you sending your goods from here to Twelfth Town?"

  "Yes."

  Mo Xinkuo hesitated for a moment: "It's over 100 miles away. Alright, I'll give you a flat price - 200 gold coins!"

  Justin was stunned and smiled bitterly: "Sir, actually I just wanted to ask for a peace of mind, there were no thieves on the road at all. Is this price too high?"

  "You think I'd care about this little money?" Mo Xinkai raised an eyebrow and flicked his thumb: "It's just that I'm bored and want to go out for a spin, if I really need money, I'll just ask Lei Zhe and he'll give me as much as I want."

  "I know, I know." Justin looked a bit embarrassed. In fact, he really wanted to agree, but the price was just too outrageous. Although Mo Xinke seemed foolish and easy to deceive, once he sobered up, he would definitely become suspicious.

  "Agreed, we'll sign the contract. Disagreed, change your seat and don't disturb me from watching the performance!" Mo Xinkai said with a swagger.

  "Actually... actually you don't need to deliver the goods all the way to the twelfth town, just delivering them to Meilin New Village would be enough."

  "Mei Lin New Village? It's just over sixty miles from Ninth Town, isn't it?"

  "Really? Really?"

  "That's a bit high for 200 gold coins." Mosike thought for a moment: "How about 100 gold coins?"

  Justin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but it turned into a helpless bitter smile: "Well... okay, but I'll tell you in advance, these 100 gold coins are what I'm paying you, no matter how many people you bring, I can only pay out 100 gold coins!"

  "It's just a small matter, why bother finding help? Besides, 100 gold coins are enough for anyone to share. I can handle it myself."

  "That's good, that's good." Justin pulled out a cloth bag from his bosom and carefully counted out fifty gold coins: "This is the deposit for you. After you deliver the goods to Merlin New Village, I will pay you the rest of the money."

  "We should sign the contract now." Mo Xinke was searching for something on his body.

  "It's all right, it's all right..." Justin said with a forced smile.

  "Is that all?" Mo Xinkai asked in surprise: "At least I should give you a receipt?"

  "Haha, what kind of person are you? How can you put such a small amount of money in your eyes?! Besides, we still have opportunities to cooperate in the future." Justin laughed.

  "Alright..."

  "That's settled then." Justin stood up: "Sir, my goods will depart tomorrow morning. Where would you like to meet me?"

  "What's the hurry? Which city gate did you come from?"

  "Of course it's Nanmen."

  "Tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you at the south gate." Mo Xinkai said with a yawn.

  "Alright, you take care and get some rest early." Justin nodded repeatedly, then said a few more polite words before leaving the bar.

  Moxinke lazily gathered up all the gold coins on the table, then raised his wine cup and covered it with one hand, carefully examining his reflection in the cup. In a very low voice, he muttered to himself: "Great Moxinke, you really do look stupid..."