Chapter 16 Section ten

The rough stone of the cellar walls was dark red, like blood.Maybe this place used to be a slaughterhouse, but Puchuan couldn't smell the slightest fishy smell. The stone room below is not big, only ten paces long and wide, but the ceiling is so high that Pu Chuan didn't have to bend over. There was only one oil lamp burning in the room.The figures of the three men were completely still.Pu Chuan could see that that kind of "steadiness" was obtained through rigorous training. The man sitting in the middle moved first.The right hand held the scroll in the left palm and turned a page.He read on by the light.

"That's the art of war?" Pu Chuan stepped forward and sat across the table. The man shook his head.The scroll was closed and laid flat on the table.Next to the book is a large iron sword five feet long.The black leather scabbard was worn out. Under the light, the man's half-closed eyes were surrounded by wrinkles. "Poetry. A friend gave it to me long ago." "Is it hard to stay here?" "I once slept on the open floor in the rain for four days." "Does wine go with meat?" "It is good wine." Even if it is good wine, the meat must not be bad.

"Don't you want women?" The man on the left punched the table.A shout came from the right: "Disrespectful!" almost made Pu Chuan think that the two were twin brothers.Of course they are not.He knew that one of them was surnamed Huo and the other was surnamed Guan. "I'm no longer interested in women." The man sitting in the middle waved his hand to stop his subordinates, and then said lightly. "It's not because of a bad body." He reached out to touch the long handle of the iron sword on the table. "In the past, I led troops to attack the city several times. In order to boost morale, I promised the soldiers under my command that once the city was breached, they could wantonly rape the women in the city for three days."

"I don't regret it. It's just that I swear from now on that I will never touch women again." Pu Chuan was silent for a while, then bowed slightly. "I'm sorry. I was too frivolous." He looked at the corner of the stone chamber.The two jars of wine have not been opened yet.The food was also left untouched. "why do not you eat?" "I'm in the old ministry outside the city, and I'm starving now." "We're not here to be guests." The subordinate surnamed Guan said eagerly. "We're here to borrow food." "How many of you? How much do you need?"

"More than ten horses. One hundred thousand taels of silver." The surname Guan answered clearly. "In the future, if you succeed in your work, you will pay back ten times." The man in the middle said. "Okay." Pu Chuan said without frowning. "This amount is not small. I can prepare half of it first and give it to the personnel outside your city." "Thanks." "And the money doesn't have to be repaid." The man raised an eyebrow. "You want to borrow food, but I want to borrow people. You and your dozen people." "You want to kill someone?"

Pu Chuan nodded. "Who?" "Does it matter?" Pu Chuan smiled. The man was silent.He lifted the iron sword on the table. With a sound of "choking", two feet of cold light spewed out from the mouth of the sheath. The sword light reflected Pu Chuan's eyes half closed.There was a chill in his heart.He knew how many people's blood had been drunk by this sword. The blade light returned to the scabbard.The stone chamber was dark again. The man nods. "Thank you Marshal." "I'm no longer the marshal." In today's world, there is only one person who once held the title of "Marshal" and is still alive.