Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
A convoy of forty-some wagons was slowly making its way along a large road running through the forest. Riding at the front of the convoy was an old man in his fifties. On his back was a red-tasseled saber.
This man was Sima Zhen, the owner of Canglong Prefecture's Mighty Prestige Escort Company, and he was an old hand in this business.
The requester was a young man who appeared to have just reached the age of twenty. He was asking them to transport some stones, saying that his hometown appreciated strange stones, so if he brought these stones back, he could sell them at a good price.
But these were just stones with some special colors, and they were being hauled back as if they were valuable treasures. The old company owner did not approve. If it weren't for the rather expensive price the requester was paying, he would have refused the job.
Being a good escort wasn't about having martial arts, but about having the right connections. Most escort companies had a route that they specialized in. On this route, they knew what sort of bandits they might encounter and where the dangerous areas were. When it came to working around dangers and paying off bandits, there were rules. Bandit groups of differing sizes required differing payments of silver.
For the same reason, these bandits did not entirely rely on theft and plunder to live, instead occupying areas and taking in bribes. Escort companies formed a large part of their revenue.
This was also why an escort company boss hated it when their employer got ideas of their own. If they messed things up, they could end up losing the goods—or worse, their lives.
The young employer originally wasn't meddling in their business, but about six hours ago, he had suddenly asked for a wagon and picked up three people in it.
Picking up passengers mid-journey was a major taboo in the escort business. Nobody knew if they could be spies sent by a bandit gang. Moreover, these people were drenched in blood, so it could be seen a
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