"Sheila went to look for Joelson again? She might as well leave with our mercenary group!"

"Hahaha! You're right, our Joelson is powerful and is a young genius. Following him has a better future than staying in a small Chamber of Commerce!"

A fat old man angrily and anxiously cursed, "Shut Up! You bunch of idiots! Can't you shut up with so many gold coins?"

The old man looked at Joelson again and whispered, "So what if you're a young genius? You're just a commoner. Sheila is going to be a countess in the future."

Sheila's face was red. She ignored everyone's gaze and ran to Joelson's side, squatting down and handing him water.

"Brother Joelson, drink some water."

Joelson smiled at her. His increasingly handsome appearance made Sheila blush and she shyly lowered her head.

Joelson opened the bottle to moisten his lips and handed it back to Sheila.

"Brother Joelson, how many days until we reach the city?"

Sheila suddenly asked.

Joelson thought for a moment and said, "If we keep walking at this speed, we will reach the destination city in five days. Then our job as guards will be over."

"Five days."

Sheila suddenly sighed, her face full of melancholy.

A trace of determination flashed in Sheila's eyes, she mustered up her courage and said to Joelson, "Brother Joelson, why don't you stay in our Chamber of Commerce! My father once said that he wants to build his own guard team, and you can be the captain of the guard team."

Joelson smiled and didn't say anything.

With how stingy Sheila's father was, he would feel sorry for losing a copper coin for a long time. How could he be willing to build his own Chamber of Commerce's guard team?

Joelson had long seen that Sheila was interested in him.

It was a pity.

Suddenly, Joelson looked to the side, grabbed the knight's longsword in his hand and slowly stood up.

"What's wrong, Brother Joelson?"

Joelson casually shielded Sheila behind him and said indifferently, "Hide well, someone is coming."

When Joelson stood up with his sword, the mercenaries around him also stood up and looked around vigilantly.

A tall and rough man shouted at Joelson, "Joelson, is there a situation?"

Joelson nodded slightly.

The others immediately took a battle stance.

Joelson was the strongest among them. Many crises in the past had already made them trust him a lot.

The merchants of the caravan also arranged themselves and nervously hid in the middle of the caravan.

After a while, the sound of messy horse hooves could be heard.

Dozens of black-clothed men dressed as bandits rode their horses and appeared in everyone's sight.

As expected!

Everyone's eyes were shocked.

Sheila's father had been selected by many small Chambers of Commerce to negotiate with the bandits.

"My Lords, we are willing to offer a thousand gold coins. Let us pass."

A fawning smile appeared on Sheila's father's face.

Someone in the caravan cursed in a low voice. This miser. He had promised five thousand gold coins, but the moment he opened his mouth, he immediately lost four thousand. In order to save some gold coins, he was willing to give up his life.

The bandit leader looked at Sheila's father expressionlessly.

Suddenly, a blade light lit up, reflecting his ferocious and cruel face.

"One thousand gold coins? We want all of them!"

"Ah!"

Sheila could not help but shout in panic.

The blade light drew a deep mark on the hard ground. The pale-faced Sheila's father was not injured, but his legs were now weak.

Joelson patted his back gently and looked at him.

"Tier 7!" Someone in the mercenary group said, and everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

A high-level knight, this was troublesome.

The leader of the bandits narrowed his eyes and looked at Joelson. He said slowly, "Kid, I will definitely let you die last."

Joelson ignored him and ran toward him.

The tip of the knight's longsword dragged on the ground, making a sound of friction.

The leader of the bandits laughed strangely. He jumped up from the horse's back and raised the machete in his hand.

Joelson remained calm and raised his longsword.

His speed seemed to be as slow as a snail, but it just happened to collide with the leader of the bandits' machete.

A brilliant fiery red combat aura burst out. The black light on the machete flashed faintly, but it was extinguished as soon as it appeared.

The scimitar shattered, and the bandit leader widened his eyes. His eyes were filled with shock and horror.

"Tier 8! This is impossible!"

However, Joelson raised his eyebrows at the black combat aura. He forcefully turned the knight's longsword in his hand a little. The sword light that could have cut the bandit leader in half from the middle only cut off one of his hands and one of his feet.

"Ah! Ah --"

The bandit leader covered his wound and rolled on the ground, screaming and wailing.

The whole place was silent in an instant.

Not only the caravan but even the black-clothed bandits were dumbfounded.

A Tier 7 knight couldn't even take a single strike from this young man?!

Looking at Joelson's young appearance, each of them looked as if they had seen something unbelievable.

"Oh my God! It turns out that Joelson is so strong!" Someone in the mercenary group said in a low voice.

Joelson had only joined the mercenary group for less than two months. Everyone only knew that he was very young and very strong.

They had seen Joelson easily kill a tier 5 knight. Initially, they thought that he was a tier 6 knight. They did not expect him to be a tier 8 knight.

He was actually a tier 8 knight!

How was this a young genius? This was simply a monster!

Even among geniuses, he was also a monster-like existence!

Sheila widened her eyes and looked at Joelson in a daze. Her eyes were filled with admiration and worship. She could not wait to rush up and Hug Joelson's back.

However, Joelson did not seem to see the shock of the crowd. His eyes were fixed on the bandit leader on the ground. The tip of his sword was pointed at his head. He said coldly, "Who are you people?"

The combat aura used by the bandit leader was exactly the same as the combat aura used by the people from the dark church!

The bandit leader's head was covered in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and did not say a word.

Joelson frowned slightly. He took a step forward and nailed his left leg to the ground.

"Ah! Ah --"

Another shrill scream sounded.

"I'll say it! I'll say it!"

The leader of the bandits hurriedly said in fear.

"I am."

A sinister smile appeared on the leader of the Bandits' face.

"Be careful!"

A terrified shout came from behind him.

Joelson suddenly turned around, and a black shadow quickly shot towards him. The blade of the blade flickered with a dangerous light under the sunlight.

There was a faint fluctuation of magic elements in the air.

Clang!

The sound of blades cutting against each other rang out.

The blade that should have struck Joelson's left arm was now as if it had struck very hard steel. It was directly bounced to the side and fell to the ground.

"This is impossible!"

The ambusher's face revealed a very frightened expression. He could not believe what had happened before his eyes.