They finally found him a month ago.
At first, they had intended to apprehend Motorola immediately, but at that time, the foreigner with blonde hair was assisting a woman in labor, so they temporarily postponed the arrest.
Later, this fellow was constantly moving among the herders, busy with various matters.
The Duke commanded that he be captured alive. To prevent Motorola from acting desperately and taking the herders hostage, Ye Jiuxiao kept his men trailing him from a distance.
In recent days, the things Motorola had done had simply broadened their horizons!
Delivering babies, pulling teeth, repairing tents.
Delivering grain, delivering meat, delivering clothing.
Mining, starting fires, treating the sick.
Cutting grass, feeding horses, doing manual labor.
In short, if they couldn't think of it, it was something this fellow hadn't done!
Moreover, he did these things with great effort, not asking for compensation and often giving gifts to request permission to help.
Just now, he had even helped an old woman use her finger to clean a rectum. What kind of mind could do such a thing?
It was utterly preposterous!
After Motorola vomited for a long time, his stomach finally settled.
Looking at the filth on his body, he didn't even bother to tend to his nose, which had been bent by a collision with the ice.
Quickly, he stripped off all his clothes and set them alight with a lighter.
His intention was good; burning the clothes would indeed provide heat. However, he didn't realize how foul-smelling clothes smeared with feces would be when burned!
It was an odor that could stink for ten li!
Ugh~~
After burning for a while, he felt something was wrong and quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands.
In such a situation, any normal person would instinctively use their dominant right hand, the one they used most often.
Motorola was no exception, but what had his right hand just done?
Ugh~~!
This almost made him vomit his stomach out!
He struggled, crawling on the ground to distance himself from the bonfire, at least moving to the upwind side.
At the same time, he took a large amount of mineral water from his spatial storage, twisted open the cap, and poured it all over himself.
He had jumped into the lake because the lake water was warm in winter, at least a little warmer than the surrounding temperature.
That's why he hadn't washed himself with mineral water immediately. He hadn't expected that, in the end, this was the only method he could use.
He used more than ten barrels of the 5-liter Nongfu Spring, leaving Ye Jiuxiao and his men dumbfounded.
"Captain, does this blonde foreign devil know magic?" a soldier quietly nudged Ye Jiuxiao and asked in his ear.
"Don't be hasty, hehehe. This kid is not simple. Let's follow him for a while longer!"
He couldn't escape their surveillance anyway. It wouldn't be too late to apprehend him after uncovering his secret!
Ye Jiuxiao quickly made his decision.
He believed that the Duke would definitely be interested in this secret.
How did this blonde foreign devil manage to produce so many water bottles out of thin air?
*Ding!* Mission issued: At seven o'clock, help the herders negotiate with the merchants who came to sell goods. Target: Cut prices by thirty percent!
Mission time: Thirty minutes, starting now!
1800~~1799~~1798~~
Motorola's face turned green!
What the heck! He had just finished cleaning himself, and they wouldn't even give him time to warm himself by the fire!
He took out a new set of clothes from his storage, put them on, and ran towards the mission location.
Two months of missions had effectively shed twenty jin of his excess weight!
His slightly plump figure was now perfectly proportioned.
"Don't chicken~~ Wait, wo~~"
As soon as he arrived, he saw the herders about to hand over money to the merchants. Motorola quickly shouted to stop them.
Four or five herders, gathered around the merchant's caravan, heard his voice and looked at him in confusion.
"Sir, we have excellent 'Men Da Lu', Yangzhou tea bricks, and Chang'an glazed ware. What would you like?"
The caravan's shopkeeper saw Motorola's appearance and thought he wanted to buy something, so he cheerfully walked up and asked.
However, as soon as he got close, he frowned and retreated repeatedly.
This blonde fellow was too damn smelly, as if he had just crawled out of a cesspool!
"Hahahaha, plow it right~~ They want to kill, I want to kill~"
Motorola had seen this expression from shopkeepers many times, so he didn't mind. He just smiled and replied.
"Who the hell do you want to kill!"
The shopkeeper was furious and drew a long saber hidden in the ox cart.
People who travel far and wide would hardly be without a weapon for self-defense!
The helpers guarding the caravan also immediately drew their weapons and glared menacingly at Motorola.
"No, no, no, you misunderstood~ I mean, what they want is what I want~"
Seeing this, Motorola waved his hands repeatedly to explain.
Damn it, if the system hadn't imposed restrictions, forbidding him from harming the good citizens of the Great Tang, he wouldn't have been reduced to such a sorry state!
The system also provided hints for those who committed evil deeds. For example, he had seen one such person before; that person had a bloody saber hovering over their head, visible only to Motorola. This was a hint from the system.
That person was also the only one Motorola had killed since entering the borders of the Great Tang.
Afterward, he learned that the man was a fugitive from the Desert North Protectorate. The Protectorate had even sent people to find him and offer a reward. However, he dared not encounter the Tang army. Upon hearing the news from the herders, he had ridden away on a motorcycle.
The merchant, hearing his words, was instantly delighted. Realizing it was a misunderstanding due to accent, he signaled his men to put away their weapons and said with a smile.
"Sir has sharp eyes!"
With the roads blocked by heavy snow, only our merchant house dares to take the risk of traveling. These goods are all top-notch!
"Men Da Lu," one guan per bottle; tea bricks, three guan per piece; glazed ware depends on the size you want!"
The system required him to cut the price by thirty percent, so Motorola had to force himself to negotiate.
"Donkey, zero point seven guan per bottle!"
"Brick, two point one guan per piece!"
The caravan shopkeeper was overjoyed: "Deal, deal, deal! As you say!"
"Men Da Lu," seven guan per bottle; tea bricks, twenty-one guan per piece!"
Having traveled far and wide for so many years, this was the first time he had ever encountered someone who negotiated prices upwards.
As for the "zero point" and "two point" that Motorola mentioned, the caravan shopkeeper didn't understand what they meant at all.
However, when Motorola handed over the items and saw the silver ingots he produced, the shopkeeper immediately became furious.
"You son of a bitch! Twenty-eight pieces have become less than three taels of silver! Is this guy looking for trouble?"
"Guards, beat him!"
"Damn it, don't you know who we are? We travel far and wide doing business, and who dares to cheat us of a single copper coin!"
"Yes, shopkeeper!"
A group of helpers stepped forward, grabbed Motorola, and gave him a thorough beating.
The poor Tsar, restricted by the system, dared not fight back against these people.
From a distance, Ye Jiuxiao frowned. He had seen Motorola shoot birds with a gun, but he couldn't understand why this fellow didn't fight back even when he was being beaten so badly?
This guy is probably up to no good!
Doing good deeds everywhere and not retaliating when beaten, such forbearance is too abnormal.
"You three, go to the Protectorate and borrow the telegraph from Protector Yuchi to inform Shenyang of the situation. I and the brothers will continue to monitor him here!"
"Yes!"
The three special operations members responded, got up, and ran into the distance, bowing their heads.