Suburbs, mountains.

Lush trees stand tall and slightly rugged hills wind around. It is obviously not an easy path to walk on.

At the foot of a slightly deep earth slope, a dozen men dressed as bandits were huddled together, chatting about random things.

"Axe, are you sure there will be any fat sheep passing by on this road today?"

"Of course." The man nicknamed Axe replied impatiently, "I heard the news after staying in the bar for seven days."

"If no one comes, be careful or the boss will cut off your ears!"

Axe almost got anxious when he heard this. He stood up with an evil look and wanted to shout, but he forced himself to stop: "You stupid pig with a brain full of smallpox! If you keep talking nonsense, I will cut your teeth..."

A voice interrupted, "Shut up! You idiots who deserve the plague, just shut up!"

**After a while of silence, these rough guys were restless and someone spoke again.

"Scarface, isn't this place too dangerous? I'm really worried about attracting the city guards of Cintra. I think it would be better for us to hunt for food near the village..."

"If we do a business here, we can buy half of the village when we go back." Scarface said in a rough voice.

"Besides, we have a boss. Even if the city guards come, they can't catch us."

In the distance, there was a sound of rutting on the road, and a group of merchants were seen approaching slowly. The heavy goods pressed the wheels deep into the mud, and the eyes of the robbers lying in ambush nearby lit up.

"There are many of us, we will keep an eye on them. Axe, go call the others, get them all here! This job will be enough for us for the rest of our lives. Praise TN's Cintra!"

After a while, the sun was already three points high in the sky.

Just when all the merchants were exhausted, a large number of stones and balls suddenly fell from the slopes on both sides of the road, mixed with a few arrows.

This ambush caused the merchants to fall off their horses and have their heads broken and bleeding. Some of the unlucky ones were seriously injured and fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, they were just a group of bandits and couldn't get a large number of crossbows, otherwise half of the merchants would be missing.

Seeing that the ambush was successful, the robbers rushed down immediately. The merchants, who had no will to fight, immediately scattered, carrying small pieces of jewelry and dragging their seriously injured companions onto their horses and fled in a hurry.

The robbers surrounded the wagon excitedly. Some of them were so angry that they wanted to ride their horses to chase the merchants carrying jewels, but the scarred man leading the team knocked them off their horses with a shield.

"You idiot with a festering brain! You don't have time to care about those traveling merchants. Just take these goods!"

On the other side, a robber cut open the sack on the truck with a knife, and spices with a strong smell immediately spilled out from inside.

The companions standing nearby laughed with satisfaction. Then they skillfully harnessed their horses to the wagon and rushed down the road to a remote place like the wind, leaving a few companions on foot following behind, covering the wheel tracks all the way.

When the merchants, all wounded, ran to the outskirts of the city, more than a dozen knights and robe merchants had been waiting there for a long time. The knights were holding a few hounds, panting heavily.

Finally safe, several merchants with poor mental quality fell off their horses. The leading merchant quickly got off the horse and saluted to the robed merchant and the knight captain.

"Sir, boss, it's done."

As he spoke, the merchant carefully took out a special cloth bag from his arms, which contained the same spices as those on the truck, and handed it respectfully to the captain of the knights.

The knight captain took it without hesitation, put the bag in front of the hounds, let them sniff it one by one, then turned to his deputy and ordered:

"The plan was successful. You must return and report to Lord Lannister immediately." Then he shouted to the remaining knights:

"Let's go!"

More than ten scouts rode away in the dust. At this time, the traveling merchant said to the robed merchant with a sad face:

"Boss, we lost four more guys this time, all of them were good guys..."

The blood of several seriously injured soldiers brought back on horseback soaked the saddles, and they had long since stopped breathing. The robed merchant nodded expressionlessly:

"Got it. I just hope that this time I can wipe out these damn bandits in one fell swoop..."

"Then I'll have a way to make my money back double!"

…

On the outskirts of Sintra, deep in the jungle.

Several patched tents were scattered around a campfire which was still warm. Bones, fur fragments, bloody pieces of cloth and other debris were thrown around the campfire.

More than ten trucks were pulled by horses to the camp. The bandits had no more scruples here and went wild.

In the tent that occupied the best terrain in the camp, a figure with two swords on his back walked out slowly. His face looked as unkempt as the surrounding bandits, but the equipment on his body was extremely well-maintained. At first glance, he even seemed a little out of place with the surrounding environment.

The intimidation from the leader calmed the chaos of demons for a moment.

Scarface took out a handful of spices from the sack that had been opened at the beginning and ran over.

"Good harvest?"

"Of course! Look, boss!" Scarface stretched out his hands as if offering a treasure. The dirty hands mixed with mud, blood and all kinds of unspeakable things seemed to be marinated with fragrance.

The leader tilted his head, and immediately five or six people rushed onto the truck, chopping each sack with machetes. Food and spices gushed out along the knife edges like spring water, and the eyes of the onlookers were filled with golden light.

"I never expected that I would have such a big harvest this time." Scarface looked at the small handful of spices in his hand and threw it behind his head.

The bandit leader's breathing also became heavier. These spices were almost as valuable as gold. These alone were enough to offset all his previous gains.

"You guys came back pushing the cart. Did you clean up the ends?"

"Don't worry, look." Scarface pointed to the finishing team that appeared in the jungle. "This is Cintra. We must be very careful."

"You can never be too careful. This is Cintra." The bandit leader said gruffly, "Tell the brothers to pack up and prepare to leave. I'll take a few people to prepare the boat. After such a big job, it's time to move to another place."

"Haha, don't worry, boss. Even if someone comes after us, can they defeat more than 30 of us? There is no bandit group as big as ours in the entire northern countries!"

On the other side, the suburbs of Sintra.

The cavalry captain and his men were leaning against a tree to rest, bored.

In order to prevent the enemy from detecting the sound of horse hooves, the scouts who were sent out dismounted and transformed into infantry, and only returned in a hurry at this time. A scout came forward and whispered a few words to the cavalry captain.

"Are we finally there?" The cavalry captain pouted. "You're taking so long."