Overlord, I don't want to be the Holy Queen's Great Sword

Asderon smiled and motioned for Gazef to look over.

Because of his background, Gazef had never been very fond of the nobles, so he instinctively ignored some problems when observing just now.

But after his captain emphasized the word "queue", Gazef finally put aside his prejudices and vaguely discovered something from the queue of Karko and others.

The four men's horses were coincidentally staggered in position and not in the same row.

At the same time, the two warriors, a man and a woman in leather armor, riding on the outside were looking around vigilantly, and their distance from the two women in the middle was no more than an arm's length.

Because it was a caravan, the horses and carriages were carrying goods, and the team was not moving very fast, so the current riding style of the four of them was just right, and there wouldn't even be any big problems.

"They seem to..."

Gazef couldn’t help but murmur, but Asderon laughed even happier.

"Can you see it?"

"Although they were riding on horses, the two people next to them were always alert to their surroundings. Otherwise, how could they have spotted you when you just turned your head?"

“Gazef, remember, people in our line of work should never underestimate anyone, especially someone like this.”

"Normally, nobles out for fun would be looking around excitedly at this time, but look at the two people in the middle who are being protected. Even though they are in a protected position, they are still looking around and alert to the surrounding situation."

"Didn't you notice that they cooperated very well? They worked in pairs, with one person watching the blind spots for the other, trying to avoid sneak attacks as much as possible."

"Although there are many undead in the Katz Plains Mountains and monsters often appear, it doesn't mean there are no bandits!"

"And especially those two noble ladies you thought were out for a picnic, do you know what their level is?"

"I am a third-tier magic caster. The two young men next to me are warriors who are probably stronger than me."

"Do you remember the last time you and I were blocked by those thugs at the city gate and you were caught?"

Asdelon said with a smile. Although he had tried his best to lower his voice, how much could you expect a strong man who was almost 1.9 meters tall and looked like a bear to lower his voice?

At this moment, the soldiers who were originally chatting and talking, or the old soldiers with stern faces, could not help but smile.

Gazef sighed as if he was helpless.

"Captain, I remember..."

"But could you please not mention that matter again?"

Since he returned that day, he was made a laughing stock by the entire mercenary group for the entire day.

Asderon didn't care about it at all. Just as he said at the beginning, he would remember these shameful things now to prevent the same thing from happening again.

Otherwise, for people in their line of work, it would not be the hand that would be stabbed there, but a dagger.

Mercenaries are a group of people who will fight at all costs to survive.

They don't care about face at all during the battle.

"Okay, those two soldiers are the ones I mentioned at the time. Later, I asked our employer for some information about this team."

"My goodness, they are platinum-level adventurers, and the two girls among you are priests who can use third-tier magic!"

"Maybe this time many of our brothers may have to rely on these two girls to save their lives."

"So don't treat them the way you normally treat nobles."

"Nobles are also human beings, and there are good and bad people among them, so don't rubbish everyone with the same brush."

"Besides, it's unclear whether these two are nobles or not."

"Be smarter next time, kid."

Asdelon smiled and patted the back of Gazef's head, which made Gazef feel particularly embarrassed for a moment.

"Okay, relax a little, and don't hold the shield so tightly."

"Otherwise, when the time comes to fight, you won't have the strength to do it."

After saying that, Asdelon patted Gazef's shield, and there was a sudden banging sound, but the shield did not shake at all, indicating that Gazef had been holding him in his hand.

"Thank you, Captain."

Gazef said with a wry smile, and then he let out a long breath, obviously relaxed a lot, but even so he still remained vigilant.

The shield was tied to his arm with a rope, so even if there was no need to hold it so tightly, he would not take it off and still remained vigilant and observed his surroundings.

Asderon smiled with relief when he saw this, then turned around and greeted Karko and the others, then slowly walked to the front of the team.

In this way, the caravan maintained this speed and slowly moved towards the free city of Vadis.

During this period, they encountered many groups of monsters on the road. Among them, they were either goblins and ogres from the Tob Forest, or a large number of skeletons from the Katz Plains.

Even a small group of adventurers could deal with these hordes of monsters, not to mention the mercenaries of the Sword of Oath.

They didn't even take out their shields. Most of them waved their half-swords with both hands and killed all the monsters like helicopters.

If anyone is injured but not too seriously, they can handle it themselves. If it is very serious, they can ask Karko and Kuirat for help.

After all, it costs money to seek treatment from their priests, and mercenaries sometimes try to save money whenever possible.

After the caravan had been walking for nearly half a month, they finally arrived at a village where they could rest.

From a distance, you can see the towering windmill in the village and the stone and earth walls surrounding the entire village.

At this time, many people in the village had already seen the caravan's arrival and were running around telling each other.

The men in the village couldn't help but pick up their dung forks and became alert.

But in the very center of the village, in a manor, a brown man who was so fat that the aristocratic decoration on his body was about to fall off rushed out happily.

"Caravan, caravan, great, great, finally someone is sending something to this baron!"

"What are you doing here with your dung forks? Put them down quickly and don't scare people!"

The baron waved his arms excitedly, and the fat on his body rose up in waves with his movements.

Hearing the other party's excited shouts, the men in the surrounding villages all showed impatient expressions.

Although they appeared to have laid down their weapons, they actually still carried their dung forks behind their backs and could not help whispering to each other.

"This baron is really something. Isn't he afraid that the person coming over here is a robber?"

"Humph, you really want to kill us!"

The villagers were talking to each other. They were close to the border and the people there had always been tough.

However, as the villagers were talking, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the young man with black hair and brown eyes standing nearby.

Compared to the people around who were holding pitchforks and dung forks, the other party was holding a straight wooden stick and constantly gesturing with something, as if he was holding a supreme sword in his hand.

"Brian, what are you doing with that stick? Why don't you change it to a fork?"

"I know, I know……"

The black-haired young man continued to wave his hand and looked at it without caring.

Seeing this, the villagers nearby turned their heads away angrily and stopped reminding.

It’s hard to persuade the damn ghost!

Then he looked outside the village with a vigilant look.

96

Chapter 96: Special Products.

At this time, the caravan had stopped not far from the village. The deputy of the caravan and the leader of the Sword of Covenant, Asdelon, walked to negotiate with the other side.

In the caravan, the side door of a carriage that was originally traveling in the middle suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man with blond hair and even two golden mustaches leaned out from it.

Unlike those fat businessmen who usually leave a stereotype on people, this businessman with blond hair and a golden beard is as strong as a warrior wearing noble clothes.

Although he did not look murderous like a veteran in the battlefield and his face was rather gentle, he had broad shoulders, a sturdy figure, and looked quite majestic in his clothes.

Just with this dress and temperament, she at least looks more suitable for the word "noble" than the village noble who is screaming not far away and rolling towards them like a ball.

There was also a half-handed sword in the carriage, as if the merchant was attacked, he would not mind picking up the sword and trying to break out.

The merchant looked at the noble who was running towards them screaming and saw a huge ball of meat raising thick smoke not far away, and his brows were furrowed for a moment.

"When did a noble appear in this shabby place?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smack his lips, and his two golden mustaches also curled up slightly, as if they were constantly floating along with their owner's thoughts.

Although the noble on the opposite side did not come alone, and was followed by several guards in leather armor, the chubby noble was always in the lead as they ran all the way.

It's not that he was a fast runner or very strong, but it was obvious that the guards following him were restrained and didn't dare to go even half a step beyond him.

It is not known whether it was an order from the nobles or the soldiers left a way for themselves to escape.

But no matter which one it is, the reason behind it highlights the fact that the current noble is incompetent.

Incompetent nobles like these actually always cause them some trouble.

"What's the matter, Mr. Diaz? Is this noble difficult to deal with?"

Karko rode her horse to the other side, and the middle-aged businessman named Diaz hurriedly bowed to her respectfully.

"No, it's just a little trouble."

"But don't worry, Your Highness. I will handle these matters properly. We will only stay here for a few days, and it will not delay our next trip."

Karl nodded slightly after hearing this.

For a moment, just listening to the conversation between the two, one might have thought that Kalko was the real owner of this caravan.

The reason why Diaz is so respectful to Karko is very simple.

He is a kingdom businessman, but not a simple businessman.

There is a land trade route between the Holy Kingdom and the Kingdom. Although there are basically not many caravans that take this route, Diaz happens to be one of the only merchants who have taken this route.

Even Kulev, who was patrolling the Eastern Great Wall, saved the lives of Diaz and others.

This is also the reason why Karl and the other three were able to receive the commission.

No matter that the New World Survey Team is a platinum-level adventurer team, any individual would probably stop in their tracks the moment they see the members of the team who are clearly accompanying the young lady on an outing.

They believe in genius, but when it comes to lives, they trust experienced veterans more than young geniuses.

Unfortunately, because of Karko, the Holy Kingdom established a pioneer city outside the Eastern Wall, which obviously stimulated the demihumans there.

Before, merchants like Diaz could unite and take a trade route to the Holy Kingdom, but in the past two years, they have basically been unable to go there.

Because of this, they also made a special effort to get to know a certain famous princess of the Holy Kingdom, who was one of the only people in the kingdom who could recognize Karko.

As the main trade routes were cut off, Diaz and other businessmen had to open up new routes.

Diaz himself chose the route from Yellantir to the free city of Valdis.

The mayor of Erantel was a very capable nobleman who was very happy to see the caravan coming. In addition, Vadis's reward was relatively high, so although there were some dangers along the way, it was nothing for Diaz who had traveled through the Holy Kingdom.

Although the total revenue is less than that of the Holy Kingdom, the frequency and safety have been greatly improved.

In comparison, Diaz is currently quite satisfied with the current model.

But soon, Diaz, who had been looking at the front of the caravan, couldn't help but frown.

Because he could clearly see that the noble who was almost like a meat ball not far away was pointing at this place with a cursing look on his face, and in excitement, he was even rushing towards this side.

At this moment, Diaz could clearly see Asderon, the leader of the Sword of Oath Mercenary Group, suddenly draw out the sword in his hand.

In an instant, the nobles who had been making a lot of noise suddenly became quiet.

He quickly stepped back a few steps as if he wanted to hide behind his guards, but he didn't expect that the guards were also retreating.

It was not known whether the noble was frightened by Asdelon's powerful aura, but he did not curse at his subordinates at this time. It seemed that he just said some harsh words and then left decisively.

However, the other party was just behaving obediently and fled before entering the village wall. After entering the protection of the village wall, they immediately became extremely arrogant, pointing their fingers at the caravan and cursing.

This kind of person changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. Even Diaz and Carl, who are far away, can't help but feel annoyed when seeing this.

Not long after, Diaz's deputy returned with Asderon.

However, the expressions of the two men were obviously not good at this time, and the deputy was the first to complain to Diaz.

"Sir, that nobleman is totally unreasonable. He actually said that we must pay him a certain fee if we pass through here, and even asked us if we have any special goods."

"After I rejected him, he even said that he would report our affairs to Count Panasole of Erantel and asked you to go and apologize to him in person."

"even……"