The Apostle

Chapter 6: The Lycanthropy

Chapter 6: The Lycanthropy

The early morning chain of events and mishaps had everyone in the caravan on edge, and several stewards approached Nord with the suggestion of an early start.

Nod was right on the money, and the decision was taken at once.

The thought of two seventh-ranked professionals fighting nearby, as Gamor said, made Nord's legs and stomach shake.

The caravan hurried on its way, and it was only after half a day's journey, with no further surprises, that Nord's heart fell back into his chest, hanging in the air.

The frozen rabbit in the game had become an enabler of this world due to the crossing, so what had changed in the light brain that had crossed with him? In the past few days, Chen Yue had been studying this question. When he first crossed over, the light brain seemed to have suffered some kind of damage during the crossing process and did not respond at all, but after performing that summoning of the envoy demon, it finally responded. Unfortunately, the access point kept flashing red and did not allow Chen Yue to enter the virtual space, not knowing what kind of change it had produced.

Due to his unconsciousness that day, Chen Yue did not see a force flying into the corner, where he had stored his lightbrain, or else he would have definitely connected the lightbrain's mutation to that summoning.

But what cheered Chen Yue up was that after a few days of observation, he found that the red light had dimmed a little, so he thought that he would be able to know the change in the Lightbrain when it had fully recovered its original state.

The next few days were calm and quiet in the merchant caravan. Originally, several people who were gloating wanted to see Chen Yue's good show, but to their surprise, Gamorre acted as if nothing had happened and did not come out to find trouble with Chen Yue at all, which made many people wonder and at the same time, develop a few scruples towards Chen Yue.

Invariably, Chen Yue's status in the caravan was a few points higher.

From the attitudes of some of the people, Chen Yue soon sensed this.

"Chen Yue, you've gone to exercise again." At the entrance of the camp, the guards greeted enthusiastically with smiles piled on their faces. You know, in the past, every time Chen Yue came in and out, he would at most nod coldly as a greeting, and he would still look as if he was indifferent, and sometimes on a whim, he might even give him a hard time.

But now, not only did they greet each other from a distance, but they were so warm that they could melt.

Inside the camp, most people were smiling and had an indescribable friendliness in their eyes, a complete change from the way they were treated before.

This was the difference brought about by status.

Chen Yue understood that this was a change they had made only because they thought they had a deep background. If these people knew the identity of their apostle, I was afraid that their attitude would be several times more welcoming, just like that fat and short man who was only interested in profit, he would probably want to kneel down and kiss the soles of his feet.

Not bothering to see the disgusting faces of these people, Chen Yue concealed his identity as an apostle, and at his strong request, Ling Yue'er also agreed to help him conceal it.

After a bone-chilling summoning incident, Ling Yue'er was incomparably remorseful and hated herself even more for her reckless ideas. It was only with great difficulty that she calmed down under Chen Yue's comfort, and in the past few days, she had obeyed Chen Yue's words.

In their silence, no one knew that there was an additional apostle in the caravan.

After half a day of uneventfulness, by the afternoon, everyone was excited that the caravan's first target, the city of Chia, had arrived.

Chia is an essential part of the trade route, as the caravan has a large number of goods to sell in Chia and a number of local products to purchase in the city for transport elsewhere.

Outside the South City Gate, the caravan stopped and a few stewards entered the city beforehand, and an hour later, walked into the camp with a group of people.

Standing side by side, Ling Yue'er and Chen Yue looked at the group of men dressed as the Chia City Defence Force. At the forefront was a fat man who could rival Nord, and beside him was a middle-aged man dressed as a clerk, both of whom were full of arrogance and looked as if they were indifferent, surrounded by several stewards like stars.

"Brother Chen Yue, the fat man in the middle is the chief financial administrator of Qiya City, this man is the most annoying, he is the one who has to deduct a large amount of our taxes every time." Seeing this group of people, Ling Yue'er could not help but reveal her disgust.

She was holding a snow-white cute rabbit in her arms, teasing it a few times from time to time. After converging the aura of life, no one could tell that the rabbit was an enabler from the outside. After successfully summoning the rabbit, Chen Yueh was able to manipulate it like his arm, and after obediently removing the cold Qi that had escaped, the rabbit was extremely cool to hold, and Ling Yueh couldn't stop holding it, so she spent the whole day hugging it to keep it cool.

Chen Yue nodded understandingly, the tax was paid before entering the city, the special personnel to estimate the goods of the caravan, according to the approximate profit to collect the tax, this estimated profit is of course fluctuating, but listening to Ling Yue'er's words, this fat man should pick the inflated profit to collect the tax, let people hate.

The merchants all brought out their goods, no one dared to hide them. If one tried to hide valuable possessions from the tax, the fine alone would be enough to wipe out one's home when caught in the city.

Nord greeted him with a smile on his face and exchanged pleasantries with the treasurer, but when he saw no response, his face froze and he subtly slipped a money bag over.

After weighing the amount in his hand, the treasurer showed some satisfaction on his fat face and gave Nord a "you're a good man" look, then winked at the clerk beside him, who nodded in understanding and immediately led a team of city guards to check the goods on both sides.

After some trivial calculations, the clerk reported the estimated profit.

Shaking the paper filled with figures, the chief treasurer looked surprised: "Nod, you've made a much larger shipment than usual, but friendship is friendship, but this tax is set by the empire, and not a single cent can be lost. 1,536 gold coins, when are you going to pay?"

The crowd instantly focused their attention on Nord's fat face.

Normally, this was the most difficult time of the year, and Nord was as uncomfortable as if a large piece of flesh had been cut by a knife, but at this moment, the chief treasurer could see a hint of calmness on his face.

What a hell of a time, the Steward muttered to himself.

"My Lord Treasurer." He was smiling, and his fat face was calm, "This time, I have the honour of inviting a noble wizard to accompany me, you see, in accordance with the laws of the Empire. ......"

"What, a wizard?" The chief financial officer's body trembled, the arrogant look disappeared, immediately understood, no wonder this kid is so calm, it turns out that he found a backer.

"Quickly, take me there." The finance chief did not dare to be slow in the slightest.

The privileged class is the privileged class, although he himself is not small in power in Chia City, compared to others from the psychological short cut, although these fighters and magicians are only keen to improve their own strength, but there is no guarantee that they will not run into one or two exceptions.

He would not have dared to ask him personally, there would be many more days to come, but how could he be lucky enough to have a wizard with him every time, so he invited both Gamor and his master out on his own.

Gamor was dressed in formal attire, wearing fine magical robes with two stars on his chest, representing his professional rank.

Seeing that Gamor was only a second-rank magician, the Treasurer was relieved that not just any privileged class would require him to grovel; the privileged class was only their status, but few would be in direct power, and a first- or second-rank junior professional like this would be able to treat himself as an equal.

Reaching out to beckon the clerk, the Treasurer-General himself instructed, "Since there is a Wizard Lord accompanying you, according to Imperial law, only thirty percent of the tax will be collected, you will account for the figures ......"

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Gamor.

"Wait, tax reduction, what's this about?" Waving his arms, Jamaal shouted in an exaggerated tone, "President Nord, you never said that to me before."

"How ...... how?" Looking blankly at the "excited" Jamaal, Nord looked innocent.

The crowd was so confused by Jamaal's inexplicable move that no one reacted for a moment.

From afar, Chen Yue gave a disdainful snort, knowing that Jamaal had begun to take offence.

The Chief Financial Steward's face immediately clouded over and he said coldly, "According to Imperial law, merchant caravans are required to give details when they invite a magician to travel with them, Nord, what is going on here?"

"Sir, this ......", sweat was running down his head, and Nord didn't bother to wipe it: "Lord Gamor, we agreed that you took 300 gold coins... ..."

"Nonsense, I'd take such a small amount from you?" Gamor interrupted with a grim face, ignoring the sweating Nord, he looked at the Treasurer: "Lord Treasurer, I was on a trip with my entourage, and we were almost at Chia, when we came across this caravan on the way, they offered me hospitality and invited me along, I didn't think much of it, but I didn't think that Chairman Nord had this in mind, how shrewd, huh? "

"Poof." Nord's legs went limp and he sat straight down on the ground, his chest heaving violently as he pointed at Jamaal, unable to speak.

To be bitten back like that by him was a crime, a big one.

"Breaking imperial law and knowingly doing so." With a cold smile, ignoring the crowd, the Treasurer General waved his hand back, his voice inexpressibly cold: "Arrest all of them, and confiscate all the goods."

So what? With his privileged status, it would be easy for him to take on a group of civilians, not to mention a good excuse.

The treasurer was no fool, his eyes were poisonous and he could see at a glance who was real and who was not, the caravan and the Gamor, but a group of commoners and privileged people, anyone with a brain would know what to do.

The camp was in chaos, the merchants crying out and clinging to their goods for dear life, but they were no match for the wolf-like city defenders.

"Haha~~"

A sudden sneer drew everyone's attention.

"What does it mean to be a wolf, I've finally seen it today." The corners of his mouth curved up in an arc, Chen Yue's expression, indescribably sneering ......