Chapter 148 Interlude

In order to meet the needs of the 100 strong men, the chef of the inn also went to buy food, cleared out the nearby shops, bought meat, and supplemented vegetables.

Twelve large tables were set up for the 100 soldiers, with eight people sitting at each table.

The rangers were not worried about the trucks outside. They drank and ate meat with peace of mind.

The goods tied with thick linen and hemp ropes would take a long time to cut even with their weapons. Without four horses, the weight could not be carried away, which prevented others from taking the goods.

Ji Lin received special treatment. He had a separate table, and the dishes on the table were more exquisite and rare. This was the meal that the county magistrate ordered from the best restaurant for him, and it was delivered after it was prepared. Ji Lin invited the ten squad leaders under his jurisdiction to sit together at a larger table.

He actually wanted to eat meat and rice with all the soldiers, but now the conditions were limited.

He has a very low alcohol tolerance, so forget about drinking.

Ordinary inns will definitely not tolerate such behavior of taking out food. Isn't this destroying their reputation? But... there are always exceptions.

Ji Lin has not seen the shop owner appear until now, this is an exception.

He originally wanted to talk to the shop owner and talk about the local customs.

The business of this inn is quiet, so there are only empty rooms and places for these soldiers to stay. Normal inns dare not accommodate these big Buddhas. Seeing these soldiers check in, the original guests will be scared away by at least 90%.

If these soldiers do something after drinking, the inn owners dare not even think about who they should ask for compensation.

"Guest, you see... there is really no room."

The waiter rubbed his hands, apologized to the guests standing at the door, and glanced into the store from time to time.

The store was full of fully armed soldiers at this time, with sabers hanging on their waists and crossbows behind their backs. They concentrated on the various meat dishes served by the store, which were all plump meat dishes with heavy oil and color, and paired with snow-white rice, which really made people's mouths water.

The soldiers laughed and talked while drinking, and they were not allowed to leave their weapons when eating.

The solemn atmosphere made the store owner dare not come out, and only let the manager and the waiter come out to receive these uninvited guests.

However, the waiter who was in charge of this group of soldiers did not expect that there were still ignorant guys who wanted to stay in their store.

The leader was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a gray and white robe.

"Accommodation? I'm here to ask for money!"

When the waiter heard that he wanted to howl, he immediately pulled him away to prevent him from causing any trouble.

"Oh my goodness, sir... please don't make a scene in front of these people. I owe you something. Let's settle it privately."

The main source of income for their inn is not the normal passers-by, but the young knights who think highly of themselves and take swords to travel the world after reading two novels. Extorting a sum of money from them can be regarded as sending these young children who are not familiar with the world to return home as soon as possible.

It is because they do too many black-hearted businesses that the store is so deserted. Now their black-hearted retribution has come.

However, the waiter has no impression of this young man no matter how hard he tries.

Seeing this scene, Ji Lin breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and signaled his subordinates to continue eating and go to see the problem himself.

Finally, he got a legitimate opportunity to leave the team.

When this episode attracted everyone's attention, two figures, a man and a woman, sneaked into the stable and stood in front of three carriages.

They all wore the same gray-white robes as the young man blocking the door, but the cuffs were smudged with black characters, fifteen strokes.

‘Mo’

“Brother, do we have to do it now? Would it be better at night?”

The woman spoke, her voice like a silver bell.

“There will be someone on guard at night, and we don’t know when they will leave tomorrow morning. After they leave, they will protect the goods, making it even harder for us to encounter them. The only time left for us is now.”

The man she called brother stretched out his hand and pressed on the box, mobilizing energy to begin to penetrate inward, outlining the magic model, waiting for something in the box to resonate with him.

“You go check the other truck, we will leave after checking the three, don’t waste the time that Xiaosen bought us.”

The man gave clear instructions.

The woman walked to another car, stretched out her hand, and also constructed a magic model.

“Brother, how are we going to take these things away?”

The man sighed, unable to think of an answer.

"There will always be a way. Let's first make sure whether these things are what we need."

The crossbows of those rangers can easily penetrate any defensive measures they have. After all, there are only a few top swordsmen who can kill one person every ten steps. Their fighting skills are not enough to support them to compete with soldiers head-on.

The killing skills born in the military formation are only born to take people's lives.

What's more, the fighting power of those squad leaders...even centurions, the centurions who have been fighting for a long time without being promoted are extremely terrifying. They are of humble origins and train with the army day and night, from the scorching sun to the ice. The road to promotion is not smooth, and centurions may be the limit of their promotion.

But it is definitely not the limit of their fighting ability.

One of his fellow disciples was so unlucky that he encountered such a centurion head-on. All his skills seemed so fragile in front of the centurion's martial arts that he had honed in life-and-death struggles. He was killed by a fatal blow before his mechanical skills were even deployed. This incident left a deep shadow on him.

Although Ji Lin, the centurion, was really a wimp, he couldn't even beat any of his rangers in a single fight.

When the two of them were secretly checking the truck, a figure in gray appeared behind them at some point, and said after watching them perform all the operations with interest.

"What are you doing?"