The mayor of Kate Town is a lean and lean old man named Cook, sitting in front of Zelder, who seemed to be only one quarter of his wide.

Although Zeld was so spoiled that it was difficult to communicate well with others, he was already quite afraid of Cyril. He did not dare to disobey Cyril's words, and immediately told the entire story of what the Beita Chamber of Commerce encountered.

It turned out that the truck of the Beita Chamber of Commerce was already ready. Before this young master Zeld had time to sit firmly in Judea Pass, he left the city overnight. The news about the people who went to the Chamber of Commerce was always more informative, not to mention that they were not blind and deaf in the Simatal Mountains, and of course they could hear and see them.

As a result, the caravan that left the city overnight still couldn't go too far. The next day, the beast tide broke out, and they were very lucky. They encountered a group of colorful birds - a ferocious carnivorous bird with great power.

As a result, the truck was forced to move forward separately, and the carriage that Master Zeld was riding was gone - God knew how Master Zeld escaped with a pony.

Cyril also briefly talked about his own experience, combined with the two sides, and placed this painful fact in front of the mayor.

Now the old man rubbed his temples sadly and held his forehead. After a while, he asked with pain:

"Beast Tide? Are all what you said true? A large group of monsters that rushed out of Mount Simatal will swallow our Eusta hills? Danya is on... I have to inform Yerborough immediately."

The mayor did have good abilities and was not shocked by the terrifying truth. He immediately stood up, but Cyril stopped him:

"Master, notifying Yellberg is not the most urgent matter. Now we should first convene a meeting of representatives of townspeople and organize some people to evacuate."

He looked at the young but extremely calm elf knight and showed some surprise:

"Why should I evacuate? Yeelberg will send troops to support us soon, we don't need to leave here."

However, Cyril shook his head and said, "If you think so, you are very wrong."

"The beast tide will radiate the entire hilly area, the nearby towns, Tianguo Town, and Hill Town, they will send a distress signal to Yeelborough - guess how many troops there are in Yeelborough, and is it enough to provide support to every town?"

"This..." Mayor Cook was stunned, "But Lord Yell wouldn't sit idly by and watch us?"

"In normal times, I'm afraid that the Lord Yere you mentioned will still be concerned about the praise in front of Duke Swipa and try to behave. Unfortunately, the old man is now in the wind, and Lord Yere is busy seizing power with his brothers - I bet that last year, Yere must have recruited a lot of soldiers, right?"

"That's right..." Mayor Cook's face immediately collapsed. He remembered clearly that many young people in the town were recruited to Yellburg last year, and the farming pressure in the beginning of spring this year was much greater than in the past.

But Cyril's words are not over: "Of course, this Lord Yell can't withstand the pressure and will send soldiers to rescue you, but the taxes you usually pay in Kate Town should not be ranked?"

As soon as he said this, Mayor Cook sat down again, covered his heart and gasped for a long time before he recovered: "But it's too late to summon the townspeople now..."

"I have asked your militia captain to go door to door and call people. In fact, the people who can speak now should have been waiting for you to have a meeting in the square of the town."

Cyril stood up and glanced at Zelder: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Master Zelder, are you waiting for the mayor to make another pot of tea for you?"

Zelder then realized that the matter had finished speaking, and he quickly tried to pull his butt off the sofa and followed Cyril happily.

"King, I don't know what to call you yet," Zelder said flatteringly.

"You can call me Gaode."

"Okay, Mr. Gaode, I see that you are very skilled, I don't know if you can help me..."

"No." Cyril could not finish listening, but guessed what he wanted to say and refused decisively.

"I'm willing to pay a high price!" Zelder's expression twisted and he stomped his feet.

But Cyril sneered: "Is it worth living for a high price? Is it worth it if I can't go? Besides, it's been so long, and your guys should have been swallowed up by the beast tide."

"Impossible, I guarantee you my meat, they will never be a problem! Let's do it, I will give you ten Gentries, ten Gentries!" Zelder screamed, his voice echoing in the room, extremely harsh.

Cyril suddenly stopped.

"I have seen the goods you carry, mainly specialties in northern Xinjiang and a very small number of ice silks. Even if you lose five carriages, it will definitely not be more than ten Gentries."

"I think the young master of the Beita Chamber of Commerce is that even if you have fat in your mind, you shouldn't do such a loss-making business, right?"

He turned around, his eyes sharp, and his hands were pressed on the hilt of his waist. He stared at Young Master Zeld's sweaty cheek and said coldly:

"So, Master Zeld, what exactly are you transporting to the royal capital?"

If it weren't for Zeld's words, Cyril would have never thought that the North Tower Chamber of Commerce would carry any treasure, but when Zeld swore that the team of people who were moving forward could survive such a tide of beasts, and with the high price of ten Gentries, he immediately knew that this caravan would definitely not be able to transport ordinary goods.

He quickly made a guess in his mind, listing the famous treasures in his previous life one by one. First of all, its size would not be too small, otherwise this young master Zeld could carry it closely and would not have to worry about the lost carriage.

Secondly, it should be a combination treasure, and the caravan must use multiple carriages to transport it.

It also has to have the effect of dispersing monsters or protecting the barrier, otherwise it would be impossible to keep the scattered caravan intact.

But even if the conditions are so clear, Cyril did not expect any treasure to satisfy the above mentioned ones at the same time.

He simply took his eyes back from Zelder, glared at him again, and did not give him any chance to speak again, turned around and walked quickly towards the tavern.

No matter how good the treasure is, it must be fate to get it. The trip to the underground palace has already made him know that this kind of muddy water is not something he can go to. Even if the beast tide is in the early stage of the beast tide, they are all low-level monsters, but who knows that the truck is still in the mountains or in the hills at this moment?

There is a saying that is very good, it is rude and development, so don’t be slutty.

Unless Cyrill has leveled equipment to the point where he "I am invincible in this wave, fight casually", he will not go back to get involved in such risky tasks.
Chapter completed!