"Yes! Why be afraid?" Derek asked back, laughing: "I think you are a character, but the mountain limits your vision."

There's more to this world than the worm leopards you've seen, and if you want something else, I'll kill them with my sword."

When Lloyd didn't say anything, one of the mountain people jumped out.

"Foreigner, don't be too crazy, believe it or not, Grandpa, I will kill you now."

Derek did not respond, but Simon threw the box to the ground and drew his sword with his right hand.

The next second, an electric flash.

Oomph!

The long sword inserted in front of the other's animal shoes, just scraped the front edge, and went an inch deep.

The force, the speed, the precision.

The mountain people took a deep breath in disbelief.

They had seen men who could compete with tigers and leopards, who could run faster than elk.

But such skill has never been seen before.

"Don't think of me as the scum of those nobles, there are so many heroes in the world, why is Louis crowned king? Why does the Peres family name carry on in the northern province?

There are some losers in the aristocracy, but there are real heroes, and I... Von Derick, not the rubbish you've seen."

Derek sat there, in concert with Simon's performance, as calm as a mountain.

"I'm here to make friends, and I don't want to be tempted like that again."

Lloyd's face was sullen, and the blow really made him uncomfortable.

But like Derek said, he's not a loser.

Even some hidden slights have disappeared.

In this world, some people fear power, some worship money, and some fear death.

But everyone looks up to the strong.

Around here, Derek is the strong one.

Lloyd bowed his head, without even noticing it, more than a point off.

"Sorry, foreigners are never kind to us, so... Sorry.

My name is Lloyd, and I would like to make you my friend. '

Instead of being aggressive, Derek motioned to Simon, "Open my present to Chief Lloyd."

Simon first went to the provocative mountain people, the other side was startled by the sword, and now also dare not move.

He unceremoniously drew his sword, turned proudly, and pried open the chest.

Layers of sawdust encased the contents, and Simon peeled back layers to reveal items wrapped in oil paper.

He pulled it out again, and when Derek didn't respond, he opened it.

A long, dark sword, metallic in the reflection of the firelight.

Aaaaah!

The scabbard is gently pushed open, revealing a metallic body with an invisible winding pattern.

"Good sword!

To the mountain people, any weapon is precious.

Besides, the sword looks very beautiful.

This is, of course, Derek's handwriting, one little Truu and other people's craft is really a lot of refinement, and two is also deliberately polished.

This workmanship, this quality, this packaging, you mean five silver?

No, I started with ten silver coins. I didn't want to sell them on good terms.

Although Lloyd is stronger than the average mountain people, but after all, the vision is a little small.

By the time Simon had lined up his five swords, his heavy breathing could be heard.

His eyes were nailed to a sword, and he couldn't move them.

Even though he knew Derek wanted something else, he couldn't say no.

It took him a long time to get over the urge to grab.

"What do you mean, Derek Knight?"

You see, the carrot, the stick, let your hero bow.

"Making friends, I dare not say, and being absolutely generous with friends."

Lloyd could not help nodding, this generosity he was seeing.

"Yes, make friends, you will be my friend Lloyd, if you are in trouble, give my name, it is still useful in the mountains."

Lloyd was just about to install one, when he thought of his opponent's fierce fighting power. Better not say.

What does Derek want?

The leather business?

No, this thing won't last long without someone behind it.

Even if he wants to do it, his priorities are lower, even taking Baron Ferreira with him.

There are only two things Derek wants.

Land, population.

These two? Can a mountain man or a mountain thief give them to him?

Of course not, but Derek doesn't need to be legal.

If you want to get along in this era when all the resources are controlled by the big aristocracy and the royal family, you either have to join them or you have to open up new tracks.

The former, Derek doesn't have a chance right now.

The latter is not necessarily impossible.

He did not rush to reveal his feelings, and the two sides had these greetings, and then they dealt with each other very harmonious.

Just roast the rabbit and put it up, and they took out the stock.

Lloyd asked a few tentative questions as they ate and drank. He thought Derek wanted to go into the fur business.

But it was rejected.

Wait till you're done eating and drinking, and leave the others to brag.

Derek invites Lloyd to walk with him, and Lloyd gets it right away.

The two walked for a while, away from the camp.

Lloyd's face grew serious. He knew his friend's request was coming, but he didn't know if he could afford it.

"Lloyd, you usually rob. How's business?"

For his identity was discovered, he had been prepared, so the face did not change.

"Barely make a living, here is not a major traffic road, rob is some small businessmen, the mountain materials are expensive, barely enough to eat and drink."

"Ha ha! Barely enough to eat and drink, I believe, and the mountains are not expensive. But there must be more than just small businessmen here?"

Derek is all too familiar with nobles and kingdom officials.

All the caravans, they're in the relationship business.

Without context, it's hard to get anywhere.

Nobles and officials need no threats, just one move... Set up a card to collect taxes.

Law of the realm, one out of ten.

But I smoke every time I get a card.

Nobles and officials often set up private checkpoints, and the cost of your goods will double if you go a certain way, and double again if you go a certain way.

In that case, what money is there?

But you got a plan. I got a wall ladder.

Tradesmen, big and small, that's through the mountains, on the trail.

Some secret business routes are the core capital of some business firms.

These mountains are not without fat sheep.

They just can't eat.

Derek silenced Lloyd with a few words.

"Give you a suggestion, might as well try to make bigger and stronger, anyway, these caravans can not go deep into the wild mountains to find you trouble."

If you want to sell the goods, the price is low and a lot of merchants will.

Weapons, I can supply you.

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Even formal soldier training, I can help.

How about that?"

Lloyd looked up in shock and blurted out, "You want to recruit me?"

"No, it's just friends helping each other, and if you're willing to go out and grab a wave of people, I'm happy to pay for it."

You buy weapons, I also earn some.

Only the training is the testimony of our friendship.

Although we have just met, I believe that interests will make our friendship stronger, don't you think?"

Lloyd was very excited. He had never been willing to hunt and farm honestly.

As a hidden citizen, he had no chance to go out of the mountains.

So, being a mountain king is the best choice.

Derek's offer, he couldn't refuse.

It was a win-win, he convinced himself.

Lloyd eventually nodded, and their conversation was destined to remain a secret.

Derek won't let his reputation stink, so he won't get directly involved in Lloyd's business.

As for speculation, there is no aristocrat who doesn't have some dirt, as long as it's not on the table.

Can you believe that all the famous horse bandits have nobles behind them?

Before returning to camp, Derek made one more small request.

"I also need a small piece of land, a hill, it is best to be able to transport a small amount of supplies, do you have any recommendations?"

"All suitable farmland in the mountains is owned, and the cost of clearing it is too high."

"No, no, no, I just need a place to settle, not to clear the land."

"That's easy. I'll find a place for you."

In friendship to witness the transaction, reached on this, two people agreed to meet the place and the approximate time, respectively.

Back at the caravan, Vincent was still waiting for him.

"Derek Knight, I hear you went to see that mountain man?"

"Yes, rest assured, you can handle all my sheaves of leather, and I won't break the rules."

Vinson's face softened slightly, and he sincerely reminded: "Doing business is not as easy as you think, and rashly meddling in business here will bring a lot of trouble."

If you have doubts, go back and ask your father, and old Baron Ferreira will certainly give you some advice."

The relationship between the two, to be able to say this, Vincent has been very interesting.

Derek thanked him and repeated, "I would never interfere with anything I shouldn't. I know the rules of the aristocracy."

Compared to Vincent, Derek's identity is only a small rural aristocrat, but also the root of the red, these things he can not be unclear.

Seeing him say that, Vincent stopped talking, and it's not always a good thing to talk.

After this incident, it seems that the relationship between the two fell into a temporary cold period.

On the way back, although two people try to pretend that nothing happened, but a little resentment has appeared.

It may be that, over time, Derek proves that he's not a rule-breaking risk-taker that the hard feelings go away.

Back in the Watch City, Derek took stock of the accounts and began to prepare to go.

Food, weapons, refined iron, and necessities.

Derek got two cars ready and quietly set off.

These actions of his, the attention of Vincent immediately know.

"Still want to go into the mountain people's business?"

Vincent shook his head, feeling that Derek had been blinded by profit.

It's easy to go, but what about coming back?

The mountain trade in the city is quantitative, and once anyone notices, your next trip is bound to give you some surprises.

Just once, it'll cost you everything.

As a member of the vested interest, all he needed was a letter to stop Derek's trip.

But when you think about their relationship, the most important thing is... There's no need to be the bad guy.

"Two carloads is not much, and when he gets a bloody head, maybe I can get it back for a bargain."

It's called being human. What good would it do to turn him in now? On the contrary, it is not easy to play a good relationship to turn enemies, more than a violent enemy.

If Derek gets away, that's an afterthought.

As an old man, Vincent wouldn't be so stupid.

Told the following to keep an eye on Derek's movement, Vincent will leave this matter for now.

...

Along the way, Derek headed straight into the mountains without stopping.

So it was fast, but it only took five days.

Arriving at the agreed place, someone was waiting.

Seeing two wagons and a convoy of more than twenty people, a mountain man strung out from the grass.

'Is it Lord Derek?

Derek looked down at each other before he drove off. There was something familiar about him, something he had seen that night.

'Lloyd sent you?

"Yes, my Lord."

The mountain people nodded and bowed, having seen Derek's force, he could not get up.

'You wait here for a day. I'll go back and tell Brother Lloyd that he'll come to see you.'

So Derek set up camp in place, here is only the outskirts of the mountains, certainly can not stay long.

The next day Lloyd ran out of the woods with twenty other men.

Several of the thieves were wearing new swords, and they looked good.

The two men were very warm to a hug, Lloyd very positive said: "I have found a place for you, Jedi hidden and safe."

"Thanks a lot. I'll buy you a nice drink when I'm down."

Derek was ready for the arduous trek, but Lloyd took him around and around, and finally walked along a mountain stream for half a day.

Then suddenly the stream enters the main stream and turns out to be a river.

Lloyd's men launched several rafts near the shore.

"See, it's very easy to follow the river and push the boat, but it's a little more difficult to get out."

You go in, you go out, you're in trouble.

No, but Derek didn't, and he wasn't going to get anything out of the mountains, and the river was easier than the trek.

It was a day of walking, with supplies on rafts and people struggling along the shore.

There are few roads and few people.

Suddenly it dawned on him, and his sixth sense knew where he was without Lloyd telling him.

The river bends here, and because of the movement of the mountains, a large area is left empty.

The front is the river, the back is the mountain, if not all the ground is broken small stones, it is definitely a good place to open up.

Speaking of clearing land, many people think that digging a piece of land is very simple.

But the soil has limited fertility, and all kinds of debris and plant roots need to be disposed of.

It's all done by hand, and every year, we have to break up chunks of dirt.

In front of this serious stone place, it is estimated that the first ten years are not enough to make ends meet, and it is difficult to become a good land within twenty years.

If there are any more big rocks in the ground, take your time.

Such a place, crazy to come to the wilderness, even the mountain people will see the detour.

And deep in the mountains, not many people come here.

It's the perfect place for Derek.

"Thank you very much, my friend."

Derek hugged Lloyd, who was relieved and satisfied.

He wasn't going to ask Derek what he was up to, and friends needed a little secrecy, too.