Cloro carefully opened Dagon's backpack, his eyes rolled inside, and quickly searched for valuable things to watch the ball. The total funds of Dagon were only more than one hundred gold coins in total, and they were placed in an inconspicuous old leather wallet, located at the bottom of the backpack. Cloro's eyes were also pointed enough that he could find it.

He took out a curved clip and went deep into his backpack. He hooked Dagon's wallet out in just a few seconds. He wanted to catch the thief, and now was the time to take action. Dagon suddenly rushed forward without rest. Without saying a word, he grabbed Cloro's wrist and twisted it behind him.

"Ouch!" Cloro shouted. The severe pain made him forget that he was a thief for a moment. Then he was pressed by Dagon's knees on the back and his head was pressed on the floor of the carriage. The shouting attracted the three closest members of the carriage. When they lifted the tarp of the carriage, they were seeing Dagon holding Cloro's hands back, one knee was pressing on top, and the other hand pressed his neck and raised an elbow to guard against Cloro's rewinding feet. A dwarf-style wallet was still clenched unconsciously in Cloro's hand, while Dagon's backpack was opened, and the hook was still inserted into it.

After a while, Cloro was tied up and brought to Jerros. The convoy stopped.

"Clolo, I know you are greedy and have a ulterior motive. I guess you are staring at our dwarf prince. Since you got into the carriage, I have been staring at you. I am sitting in the carriage in front of you, Tess is on the roof of the carriage behind, with a bow and arrow in his hand." Geros said, looking at Dagon. "The owner caught Bo with his own hands, and the stolen person was captured. Clolo, what else do you have to say?"

"I'm wrong, boss, I'm wrong." Cloro's snot flowed faster than tears, and his spit was earlier. "Give me another chance! I'm willing to compensate, I'm willing to compensate!"

"The caravans are strictly prohibited from stealing. The most severe punishment is to steal caravan things, followed by members' things, and finally customers' things. The dwarf prince is at night, and his name and bounty are on the account book, so he has to calculate according to the members of the caravan." Jeros knocked on the pipe on the soles of his shoes, knocked off the ashes, and then said to everyone: "This matter must be punished. I don't want to see a brainless person coming out to plead for mercy. Everyone lives together all day long, and it is not easy to make money. How can you steal? Steal today, maybe you will rob it tomorrow, and kill people to silence the goods!"

"Boss, leader, Lord Geros. I am a first offender, and I am willing to compensate. According to the rules of the Chamber of Commerce, I can give it a slight!"

"Yes, the Chamber of Commerce has this rule, mainly to prevent frame-up members from being framed and slandered, leaving a glimmer of life." Jerous pointed at the surroundings with his pipe and said, "Abide by the rules wherever we are. Now we are still in the realm of the dwarves. Although we don't know which lord is under our feet, we are always dwarves, right?"

"Yes." "Yes, leader." Everyone nodded and responded.

"Dagon, in a dwarf society, what is the punishment for a dwarf stealing?"

"Lost your reputation, whip it." Dagon thought for a while and added: "Losing your reputation means adding a beard ring to the beard that indicates a thief. According to the amount of property stolen, the corresponding punishment will be given to how many years of carrying this beard ring."

"It's so light...what is the stolen lord's house? For example, I went to Neil's house to try to get the pure gold inside."

"That would be removed from the beard ring, completely removed from the list, and then exiled."

"Hiss..." Geros scratched his head and asked the other dwarves in the convoy, and got the same answer.

"Okay, then follow the dwarf's punishment. Otherwise, I will not be able to explain if I encounter other dwarfs asking about this."

Geros's words made Cloro thank him repeatedly, and his eyes were shining again. Unexpectedly, Geros changed his tone and continued: "Cloro just said that he was willing to compensate, so that he could reduce the punishment. This is also the rule of the caravan. In Jian Gucheng, what is the punishment that is one level lighter than exile?"

Dagon scratched his beard twice, and then said, "Picking the beard ring, expulsion and exile is the heaviest punishment, and it is also the only punishment for expulsion. The next is the punishment for not expelling... beheading."

"Yes, beheading." Luciga nodded and said, "After exile, it is beheading, and death is used to cleanse mistakes, so that reputation can be retained. However, expulsion will never be cleared, unless it can make great contributions and be renamed by the dwarf's elected king."

"Okay, it's beheading." Geros announced his decision without waiting for Cloro to react. "No need to bother. Just here, there is a tree stump. Push him over!"

"Wait...wait!" Cloro jumped hard like a prawn on a plate, struggling to the death. "I don't want to die, I don't want to be beheaded! Exile me! Exiled me! Take my name!"

Geros shook his head, took out the tobacco and flint and began to light the cigarette, and said, "That's not possible. The caravan has its own rules. If you act according to the rules, others will not be able to find out my faults. Alas, everyone understands me. In addition to making money for the Chamber of Commerce, I often have to be reviewed by the Chamber of Commerce. There is no way, I am also a worker, not a big boss."

"I don't want to die! Dagon! Prince, Prince! Give me my life and forgive me. If I forgive me, can I reduce it again..."

"Don't you go bad!" Geros spat on the ground, kicked Cloro's face, and directly pasted a black shoe print, kicking him over to the ground. "How come you can't say that hundreds of miles underground are the territory of monsters. According to the rules of monsters, stealing a ball is not punished at all? You guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks started following my convoy last time, and his eyes have been glimpsing into the convoy's cargo!"

"Mip, stuff his mouth. Dagon, this is the dwarf's territory, you are responsible for cutting his head."

"I'm not an executioner." Dagon shook his head.

"If you have the last bit of kindness, use your machete to cut off his head cleanly. Otherwise, who will do it? Luciga? She only has a kitchen knife, and it also needs to be used to cook." Geros pinched his eyebrows with his fingers and said, "Oh, I have a little headache. Hurry up and solve this matter."

Cloro was pushed and escorted to the stumps beside the road. There were many ancient stumps here, which were probably cut down by the defense before the war. On the side of the road, new younger trees had already towered into forests. The stumps under the shade were covered with moss, mushrooms and fungus, and little ladybugs crawling. In the next second, these moss, mushrooms and small reptiles squeezed into mud on Cloro's face.

What should I do? Dagon felt a little dazed. Why did he suddenly become an executioner and even cut off a person's head immediately? This is different from fighting with beasts and monsters, this is different from duels with another warrior, this is different from facing thousands of troops on the battlefield. Even though Dagon had not experienced the latter two situations, he was mentally prepared accordingly. But... but beheading was completely different for him.

"Give him some pleasure, don't let him be frightened, struggle and waste time there." Toby came behind Dagon, stood on tiptoe beside him and said, "The Dwarf Prince, it's the rules that he wants to die. You are just enforcing the rules, don't have a psychological burden."

"Actually, it was Jelos who wanted him to die." Dagon took a deep breath and made a decision. He returned to his carriage, took off his hunting axe, and hung his auxiliary weapon, the Kuodao sword, on his waist. With the sound of heavy footsteps, Dagon came to the stump, bent down, tilted his head, and looked straight into Cloro's eyes.

"Just look at your reaction when I am caught, I know that you can't beat me." Dagon said: "I feel uncomfortable if someone else betrays you and I'll behead my head. So I give you a weapon, and we'll be here one-on-one. If you win by chance, I won't chop your head and give you a chance to plead with the leader again. You ask me to reduce the punishment, this is my reply."

"Okay, it's totally OK." Geros agreed immediately, faster than Cloro. "Come around, don't let him run away. Tess, you know what to do."

Tess nodded, her amber gaze was full of confidence. She jumped up in the carriage box, grabbed the branches beside the road with one hand and swung up, her movements were light like a squirrel. When she got to the branches, she prepared her bow and arrow and said, "Even if he turned into a twelve rabbits running around in all directions, she would not have a chance to escape my range."

"I have a short sword here, or are you used to other weapons?" Dagon inserted the short broad sword to the ground.

"Take yours, you will lose one. I also want a shield, a stronger one."

Luciga threw a heavy wooden shield wrapped in iron and then joined the circle surrounded by everyone. Cloro installed the shield, picked up the dagger, and tried the weight. "It is said that the dwarf's weapons are the best." He said, "Prince of the Dwarf, you said I can win you. What if you don't give up?"

"I have a sense of honor," said Dagon. "Do you think I am you?"

"It's so good, it's so good." Cloro looked at the circle of people around him. Some people felt unbearable, but most of them were very calm. His eyes were cold and emotional. "Don't look at me with the eyes of the dead! I'm still..."

He roared, and before he could finish a sentence, he suddenly rushed towards Dagon. He wanted to raid, and used his shield to block Dagon's long weapon, and then stab him to death with a short sword after getting close. Yes, poke him to death, so he wouldn't admit defeat!

The hunting axe disappeared, why is the hunting axe below? How did the hunting axe penetrate my feet? Cloro didn't see the movement trajectory of the hunting axe clearly. When his feet hurt, he realized the arc at that moment.

This time, it was not the tail-sect in front, but the spear tip grabbed the center line, with the long handle pressing against the waist, and the hands and legs were evenly mounted in front and back. This was the posture of fighting a large gun in the field, and the battle posture of bullying people with touch distance. This was the posture that Tomund forbids him to pose against Doma during training. Dagon exerted force on his waist and hips, and the heavy front end of the hunting axe was more suitable to pierce down to the feet. So Cloro was nailed firmly.

The heavy wooden shield and the short broad sword were not long enough, and their sweeping could not touch Dagon, so Cloro, who was in severe pain, used them to sweep towards the hunting axe. After the collision, the hunting axe drew an arc along the way, and the slightly shaking spear tip pierced into Cloro's heart accurately before the shield recovered from its protective height. At this time, Cloro was dead. His legs were about to begin to lose strength, and he would soon fall down and finally vomit blood and die.

However, Dagon quickly pulled back his hunting axe, took half a step back and turned the hunting axe, and then advanced half a step forward to launch a horizontal slash. The axe blade swept past like thunder, and Cloro was beheaded while standing.

Geros squinted his eyes and sucked three big mouthfuls of cigarettes hard.
Chapter completed!