"What's going on here? Are you going to duel again? Just in time, the villagers haven't dispersed yet!" Melissa pushed through the crowd and walked up to Downton, grasping his arm and shouting loudly, "Don't leave, everyone! There's still a duel to watch!"

  The beautiful woman was cunning, and with one sentence, she made those suspicious mercenaries feel apprehensive. After all, this was the largest town in the border's morning fog, and there was a 300-man security team. Even if they wanted to cause trouble, they had to weigh the consequences.

  "Kid, if you've got guts, don't leave this town, or else you're dead for sure." The one-eyed giant glared at Tong Dun with a fierce stare and left with his men.

  "I'm waiting!" Tandon gripped his battle-axe tightly, feeling very resentful in his heart. He hated this weak and small feeling.

  "Your performance just now was great, you can go to the opera troupe as the lead actor." Melissa hugged Downton's arm, looking at his sweaty face and couldn't help but praise him.

  Downton frowned and reached out to push Melissa's shoulder, but the woman dodged away with a twist of her body, making it impossible for him to do so.

  "Let me go!" Tong Dun furrowed his brow, very dissatisfied and increased his strength to push Melissa away. He didn't like this kind of woman.

  Liszt's face was distorted, he had pursued Melissa for so long without success, and the other party actually liked Downton, it was simply outrageous!

  "You're in big trouble." The Minotaur's face was full of worry, what's the point of winning against Little Golan anyway? That kid definitely won't give up, he'll want revenge and will even get some ruthless mercenaries to keep an eye on us.

  Of course, Liszt is the most troublesome problem. If Downton refuses, he will inevitably offend the son of the highest power holder in Morning Mist Town and lose his place to live.

  This is a border town where thieves and bandits gather, with chaotic public order. Those in power have too many means to make someone like Tang Don disappear without leaving any trace.

  "Seven hundred thousand gold coins, that's my bottom line." Liszt pulled out a dagger inlaid with gems, trimmed his fingernails, and spoke in an affectedly calm tone, "Don't challenge my patience."

  "Let's go!" Tandon was too lazy to bother with this guy.

  Lester's face turned beet red with rage as he bellowed at Downton's retreating back, "I swear, you'll regret this!"

  "You're too reckless." The Minotaur sighed.

  "The plan needs to be changed, three months later, I will find someone to contact you and confirm the transaction location." Tang Don had already thought of it, anyway, there were no relatives here, at worst, he wouldn't return to Chenwu Town, he would just live in the underground city, but he needed to notify his sister Irene in advance.

  "Don't worry, maybe there's still room for a comeback." Melissa comforted Downton, but in her heart, she was still hesitant about his future value and whether it was worth helping him.

  "Sorry, I still have something to do, I'll leave first." Tang Dun didn't want to delay, he wanted to leave Morning Mist Town before those people were ready, otherwise it would be difficult to leave again.

  Downton and Barak head to his warehouse where he stores the goods for handover, having declined Melissa's repeated invitations.

  "Take care on your way!" Seeing all the goods stored in the war space, a hint of envy and astonishment flashed across Niu's face, but he didn't ask any more questions.

  "Well, we'll meet again!" Tong Dun turned over and mounted his horse, lightly kicking the horse's belly, and galloped towards the south gate of the town.

  "Dundun, thank you for that punch!" Barak roared out, feeling that the greatest gain from this trip was Dundun, this human friend.

  The Minotaur has already shown his incredible strength. The fact that Donnie dares to come to the warehouse alone is a testament to his trust, which moves him to tears.

  Dangton arrived a little earlier than scheduled, originally thinking that Ge Langtai would be late, but unexpectedly the other party was faster and had already piled up a small mountain of materials at the entrance of the town.

  "What took you so long? Hurry up and pay the remaining balance!"

  Harpedon, the miserly Harpagon, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed over, still out of breath, and shouted at Maitre Jacques, not wanting to let those gold coins stay in his pocket for one second longer.

  Dangton handed over a gem of equivalent value, Ge Langtai caught it, confirmed it, and turned around to run.

  With so many goods, it's natural that some inferior products are mixed in. Mr. Grandet's fixed attention is to not acknowledge them. If M. de Tonnerre makes trouble, he'll say that the goods were switched.

  "Haha, fool, thinking of taking advantage of me? Get lost! "Gelongtai sprinted down the main street of the small town, laughing heartily. This transaction not only got rid of the inventory but also earned him nearly 5,000 gold coins, no reason to be unhappy."

  After not seeing the shadow of Tanton, Gelongtai hurriedly stopped and looked at the soles of his shoes. Seeing that there was no damage, he let out a sigh of relief and walked slowly, preferring to take a detour to avoid some stones.

  "Holmes, how much is that damaged Titan statue worth?" Danton couldn't wait for Glantai to leave quickly, seeing that there were not many people around, he hastily took out the magic book.

  A five-meter-high bronze gate unfolded, the hourglass-shaped carving on the door split in two, revealing a golden light screen inside. Then, two large hands condensed from light spots stretched out and instantly moved these supplies into the logistics space after the war.

  "In terms of value, it's at least a million gold coins. But if used well, it can be a trump card to turn the tables and save one's life! Holma projected the text, "In short, you've made a killing. If Ge Langtai knew he had let a rare Storm Giant God statue slip by, his soul would explode in anger."

  Dangton couldn't care less about being happy because someone was sneaking around at the entrance of the town, frequently glancing over this way.

  "Go, back to the underground city!" Tandon, in order to lighten his load, even threw the torn dragon fang into the war space. He fiercely whipped the black emperor's body several times with his horse whip.

  The war horse galloped wildly, kicking up a cloud of dust along the way.

  "It's war space! This kid has space-class equipment!"

  "It can hold so many goods, it's absolutely top-notch!"

  "Damn it, that kid really left Morning Dew Town."

  The guys in charge of surveillance saw the bronze gate swallowing up goods, shocked to the extreme, followed by intense greed, but soon replaced by depression, furious to death.

  These guys with ulterior motives never thought that after being threatened, Tong Dun wouldn't hide in the town, but instead ran out decisively.

  This unexpected action completely disrupted their plans. To say nothing of the small mercenary groups that couldn't afford a few horses, even if they had them, most of the scouts hadn't had time to prepare and now it was too late to go get the horses and give chase.

  But Tong Dun's luck was clearly not good enough.

  There were two mercenaries' horses stabled nearby, and although they had lost some time, they still managed to follow with their tracking skills. It wasn't very difficult for them to find Tongdon.

  Racing along the country roads, breathing in the fresh air, Downton gazed at the sparse oats on the farm, which were blown by the gentle breeze into a rippling wave of grain, feeling carefree and having a sense of freedom like birds flying high.

  When passing through Bisa Town, Tang Dun found a familiar postman living here and asked him to bring a letter to Irene, telling her not to go home for summer vacation this year and wait for him to send money.

  Tang Dun repeatedly instructed that this was a private letter and should not appear in the post office of Chenwu Town, to prevent those black-hearted mercenaries from finding trouble for his sister.

  "Aren't you worrying too much? Your sister is also an excellent student at St. George's Magic Academy, who would dare to go to the royal capital to find trouble with her?"

  Homa thought that Tang Dun was making a big fuss over nothing, but soon she didn't care about these things anymore, because the figures of two mercenary scouts appeared in her rear view.

  Danton didn't spare his horse's strength and accelerated again. If they were to fight, it would consume some time and might allow more enemies to catch up.

  Two mercenaries' war horses were no match for the Black Stallion, and they fell behind by a large margin. However, relying on their rich experience, they always managed to bite at Tong Dun's tail.

  Dangton chose a small town every time he slowed down to feed his horse, which would make the mercenaries hesitant and not dare to act rashly.

  As a postman, Tongdon was more familiar with the terrain of Redwood County than anyone else, which gave him an edge. When the two mercenaries caught up on their inferior horses, he took to the road again, not giving them time to rest, but still couldn't shake them off.

  After nearly a day's journey, Downton gradually approached Raven Ridge, and this section also had no towns, after all, no one wanted to live nearby.

  Two mercenaries didn't understand why Tang Don came to Crow Ridge, where the vultures were everywhere, but this place was rarely visited by people and was simply the best place to kill and abandon corpses. So they didn't rush to take action, besides following him like this could also exert psychological pressure, maybe he would collapse on his own.

  "What are their ranks?" Tang Don asked in writing, noticing that the two mercenaries had changed horses, which must have been done in some small town, otherwise they wouldn't be able to keep up with them.

  "No matter what rank you are, you can't escape! Get ready for battle!"

  Half a day ago, Holma had already lost an Abyssal Eye on the road. This magic belonged to the reconnaissance category and could see nearby targets even three thousand yards away, and detect them.

  Homa didn't tell Danton, she just didn't want him to rely too much on her. After all, most battles don't have intelligence support and require gathering information and adapting on the spot.

  "Hei Huang is still too ordinary, we must get a Flame Nightmare or an Undead Warhorse. By then, even if these mercenaries ride ten pure-blood horses to death, they won't be able to catch up with us."

  Tang Dun is already dissatisfied with the mount under his crotch, although the name is domineering, but it's really useless. Even the black Jack that retired officer Leiman Zhong Ai loves, in front of those soul mounts and contract mounts, is also a broken rag-like waste.

  "This kid won't be going into Crow Ridge, will he? He's just a first-stage Soul Master, isn't this looking for death?" Seeing Tang Dong not slowing down at all and directly entering Crow Ridge, the mercenary with the small mustache was no longer calm.

  "Speed up the bloodshed, catch up and kill him!" The mercenary in red leather armor gave the order, drew his curved knife and slashed it fiercely on the horse's buttocks.

  Losing two horses is nothing, as long as we kill Tang Don and get that perfect-level battle axe and war space equipment, what can't be bought?