Chapter 663: Chapter 483, Dwarf Siege_1
“Come in and report…”
The door to the room opened, and the butler walked in.
He bowed slightly and was about to report when he noticed the rhinoceros horn in Groot’s hand.
The idea that rhinoceros horn could enhance virility was hardly a secret.
This belief had driven the price of the rhinoceros horn to astronomical heights.
Groot, catching the butler’s glance, realized that he had left the horn out.
He spoke quietly, “Ah, this is prepared for Hubert. He’s been having some trouble in that department. He asked me to keep an eye out for it while I was managing the caravan.”
Showing no change in expression, the butler stated, “Considering the time, Lord Hubert’s party should be arriving soon.”
Groot nodded slightly, choosing not to continue on this subject.
Instead, he brooded and asked, “You’re saying those fellows screwed up? They failed to capture Rebecca?”
Mentioning Rebecca caused Groot to feel a surge of heat in his lower body.
He was suddenly aware of some sensation.
He hadn’t even drunk the medicinal wine yet!
The butler stood rigidly, his face equally somber.
“According to the information, the party from Lyss City entered Jinmastu this morning with quite a large number of people. From their appearance, they don’t seem to have taken any losses.”
“So you’re saying, those bandits took my money and didn’t do the job, letting Rebecca slip away?” Groot slammed his hand down onto the table.
Their involvement in this was a significant risk.
The butler quickly clarified, “At first, that’s what our men thought. They rushed to confront the bandits, only to find out that control of the bandit camp had changed hands.”
Hearing this, Groot’s eyes widened.
No more camp?
New leadership?
“That’s impossible.”
The reason Groot agreed to involve these bandits was not only their proficiency in such deeds but also their considerable strength.
More than three thousand men going after a passing group was supposed to be an easy task.
Even Lyss City supposedly couldn’t eliminate a gang of over three thousand bandits that easily.
“How many people did Rebecca bring?”
“Over a thousand.”
“How could a thousand people wipe out a bandit camp? That’s impossible!”
The butler pondered before saying, “Perhaps some others helped. Our people did see that the bandit camp was now occupied by people other than bandits.”
The room fell silent for quite a while.
Finally, Groot gritted his teeth and said, “Ah, I should not have put my faith in those trash. A bunch of useless items. If they wanted to die, they should have done so earlier and not wasted my time.”
“Sir, what should we do next? They will set off tomorrow morning. Should we continue our plan?”
Groot ultimately waved his hand dismissively, “Ah! Forget it. They will be entering Silver Wing City’s territory soon. Trying to eliminate over a thousand people without leaving any trace is too difficult. I’ll think of a way to get to them in the city.”
“Yes, you’re very thoughtful, sir.”
“Alright, you may leave. Oh, do keep an eye on any new mercenaries in the city. We need some unfamiliar faces, preferably ones who wouldn’t be missed.”
“Understood, sir. It won’t be hard to find such people.”
“Good, leave.”
As the butler was about to leave, something seemed to occur to him.
He turned back cautiously and said, “Sir, I heard from the transmigrators that tiger penis is highly effective. How about I get some, and later you can send it to Lord Hubert? After all, you’ve been friends for many years.”
Groot paused, lightly coughed, “Is it effective?”
“I heard that if it is soaked in wine and consumed for several days, the effects get increasingly potent.”
“Well, you’re thoughtful indeed. Get some, and I’ll send it to Hubert later.”
“Very well, I won’t disturb your rest any longer, sir.”
Having said that, the butler left the room.
Groot picked up the water soaked with “horn powder” and took a sip.
He noticed its effects, but they were not that remarkable.
Just mentioning Rebecca was more effective.
He again thought of the tiger penis that the butler proposed, and felt a sense of anticipation…
…
After leaving Rebecca’s place…
Fang Hao poured himself a cup of tea before lying down on the bed, attempting to sleep.
His mind was filled with the image of Rebecca’s shy face, restraining her feelings.
As he thought about this, sleepiness began to wave over him.
Just as he was feeling cloudy and about to drift off…
Ding——!
The Book of Lords suddenly issued a private chat alert.
“Who the hell is that? Not sleeping in the middle of the night!” Fang Hao complained grumpily.
Though annoyed, he still got up to check the message.
He opened the Book of Lords and found that Deng Bin had sent a private trade request.
Flax, iron ore, rare essences, even furniture, and lamps were included in the request.
The quantity of flax alone amounted to tens of thousands of units.
The trade was a free trade, meaning Fang Hao could accept the request by offering just a single unit of wood.
Fang Hao didn’t understand what Deng Bin was doing.
Was she moving houses, or had she encountered some trouble?
He sent a private message, “What’s going on?”
But his message seemed to disappear into thin air with no response coming from the other side.
Fang Hao checked again and Deng Bin’s avatar was not greyed out, which meant she was okay.
After some thought, he decided to accept the trade and pass the items to Zhang Bin. He couldn’t carry them on his travel anyway.
If it was a mistake on her part, he would just return the items later.
…
On the other side…
In Deng Bin’s territory, a row of torches illuminated the entire city wall.
The archers lined up on the wall, arrows at the ready, their eyes nervously fixed on the area beyond the city walls.
Underneath the city walls, over two thousand soldiers and armed peasants formed a formation, ready and waiting.