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"Something bad has happened. Something bad has happened."

Windlo quickly shook his head. Although the imperial businessman did not see what Mousse did, he could guess it at once.

As a traveling businessman, it is better to resolve enemies than to make them. The most frightening thing about doing business is making too many enemies, as it is too easy to be retaliated against after making enemies.

The only good news is that I am not a sedentary businessman who stays in one place.

Rather, he was a traveling merchant, doing business throughout the empire.

"Mousse, oh Mousse."

There was no need to state the words directly. The two who had been living together for three months had already achieved eye contact and could guess what the other was going to say next just from one expression.

"The Dark Elves have no tolerance for deception or hatred! Hatred and grudges must be avenged!"

After saying this, Mousse didn't want to listen to Wendlow's nagging anymore.

But she didn't hate Wendlow. She knew it was best not to make enemies when doing business. But, she was a Dread Lord! Even if she was taken down, she was still a Dread Lord.

Any deception and backstabbing will never be tolerated.

As the ship slowly sailed, it went down the Still River.

To the left of the ship is the poor Stirling territory, and to the right of the ship is the equally poor Talabek territory.

At all times a company of green-clad archers and crossbowmen followed the ships along the riverbanks of Styria.

Don't worry, they are not river pirates, but official troops of Styria, sent to protect such an important river and the transportation on it.

All caravans are protected by a specialized unit called the Styria River Patrol, under the command of Alberich Hout-Andersen, Elector Count of Styria.

The local area is already poor. If river pirates are rampant and no merchants come to contribute taxes, they will have trouble living in the future.

Under the protection of the Styria River Patrol, the ship successfully left the territory of Styria, and some merchants threw coins onto the river bank.

After all, others have worked hard and protected us all the way, so we must give them protection fees so that the business can continue for a long time.

Finally, the ship arrived at the border of three provinces, and if they continued forward they would reach the land of Rick.

It was at this time that a light mist formed over the entire river bank.

"There were footsteps on the shore, lots of them, but I couldn't hear them clearly. I couldn't tell if they were human or animal."

Mousse's elf ears shook slightly, and he could hear the noise through the fog.

This foggy morning is perfect for ambushes and looting. Windlow originally wanted to be cautious, but considering that they have already reached the territory of Rick County.

There is no need to mention the public security in this place, and since Emperor Louis Bird is still here, the bandits dare not commit crimes under the emperor's nose.

Suddenly, there was a thud, and even Wendlow, who was still lying on the bed, fell down. Did he hit a reef? But this is a national waterway!

At this moment, the screams on the deck woke everyone on the ship up.

The bandits on the river bank sneaked over quietly under the cover of fog and took the rope without causing any alarm.

By the time the guards on the ship reacted, more than thirty fully armed bandits had already boarded the ship.

The six guards, wearing thin cloth armor and holding only short swords, immediately raised their hands in surrender. This was the only thing they could do at this time.

In order to prevent falling into the water and to quickly jump into the water to rescue people, sailors and navy officers do not wear heavy armor.

The thirty or so bandits used fog and ropes and put on half-body armor to get on the boat.

Even Mousse shook his head slightly, thinking that he was no match for those people.

The Dread Lord has a very good understanding of her own strength, and she is no longer the same as she was in Naggaroth.

Now I am only wearing cloth armor, so it is easy for me to deal with ordinary unarmored enemies or enemies in leather armor.

But it is obviously unrealistic to kill thirty people wearing steel armor, unless Mousse is wearing full body plate armor.

So the two of them, like the other passengers on the ship, stood there obediently without making any movement, waiting to see what the bandits were going to do next.

"Robbery is robbery. They want money but don't kill people. Don't jump ship. If you lose money, you can earn it again. If you lose people, you lose everything."

In addition to wearing steel protective gear all over his body, the bandit leader also wore a steel mask.

"Harmony brings wealth. Just think of it as paying more tolls. Everyone should pay according to their head. Twenty copper coins per person. No more. But if anyone dares not to pay."

After saying that, he drew out a long sword and then inserted it into the wood of the deck.

"He's flexing his muscles. He's most likely a regular soldier in the Empire and a part-time bandit."

Mousse can certainly judge another person's fighting ability from their movements and behavior.

Windlow could understand that when there was no war, many regular soldiers of the empire would take off their uniforms and look for a job that would earn them faster.

This is not good news. The two people have to pay 40 copper coins as protection fee, which is also an additional expense.

The people on the upper deck of the ship were all businessmen, and they paid the money readily. The possibility of being robbed was also written into the budget.

At the same time, the bandits also knew who was rich and who was poor, and completely spared the civilians living at the bottom of the ship. Next, it was time to collect protection fees from Windlow and Mousse.

Without saying anything more, to avoid further losses, he silently took out 40 copper coins and handed them to the bandit.

"Okay, okay, everyone is very sensible. I wish you all can make a fortune doing business in Rick Territory. We will not disturb you anymore and will leave first."

Just as the bandit leader was about to leave, a younger brother suddenly ran up to him and whispered something, while his eyes fell on Windlow and Mousse.

"Wendalo, it seems you are right. You really can't make too many enemies when doing business."

Mousse's elf ears came into play again, and he heard the conversation between the bandit leader and his younger brother.

All bandits in the world are one family. This group of river pirates is obviously connected with the scalpers in Niedling City, and they also have a common interest with the tomb robbers.

Of course, they learned about what Windlow and Mousse had done from their "brother" unit.

When you're out there in the underworld, the most important thing is loyalty. You'll definitely come for revenge, with steady steps and murderous eyes.

Mousse could naturally see that the man was full of desire to kill, and no matter how hard Windlow tried to reconcile, some things could not be negotiated.

Then he raised his foot and kicked the confused Windlow into the river.

The bandit leader, realizing something was wrong, charged forward immediately, but the steel armor on his body slowed him down.

Mousse turned around, but unfortunately the guy had completely covered his face with a mask, making it difficult to find an opportunity to take revenge.

Then he jumped forward and fell into the water with the most graceful movement without causing much splash. He quickly hugged Windlow who was still struggling in the water, and swam towards the shore together.

"Boss, are you chasing us? Are there any other brothers on the shore?"

The other bandits also ran over, eager to try and pretend to jump into the river to chase the boss.

"No, there is fog, and that woman is not someone you can deal with. Notify all the brothers to gather together. I have new orders to announce."