Vol 2 Chapter 371: Someone

Chapter 371
Finally, before the night fell, the owner of the caravan, under the direction of Dean, announced that they had to camp and rest.
Under the sun in the west, Tells tried his best to help the mercenaries do something they could do, such as setting up a tent and trying to make themselves look less cumbersome. Although he had never done this, he was always clumsy and the only comfort. Yes, the new fast line is not much better than him.
After half an hour of overwhelming and mistakes, Tyres and Fast Rope, a layman and a newbie finally gave the mercenaries three tents before the shift.
Under the back slope, the camps of the mercenaries were tied together.
Taylors can see that there is no small gap between the soldiers who take the money and the objects they want to protect.
The merchants subconsciously smashed the weapons to the mercenaries while disassembling the goods, as if they were afraid that they would rush at any time. Even the camp was always far from the mercenary, which made the tents of the latter particularly prominent. . But fear of danger, and let these protected merchants dare not go too far from the soldiers, so the funny things appeared: the mercenary tents were tied in one place, the other people’s tents around the mercenaries They kept a certain distance and fanned out. The camels around them circled them again. If someone looked at the tents from the sand dunes, they would definitely feel like a shell.
Tires, who was sweating and sweating, was the first to sit down on the edge of the tent and watched McGee and Hubert and Dean fire in front of each other and sit down in the camp. .
"The recent replenishment point should not be far away. The weather has been good for a few months. The water source has not moved. The 'Breeze' is searching and should be found soon." The mercenary leader who came back from the team, Louisa Dan Specially sat down in the camp and untied the weapons.
Dean nodded.
"Let everyone wake up and sleep early tonight," Dean touched his sleek head and frowned and thought: "Tomorrow I want to leave early, just in case."
Louisa raised her eyebrows: "No problem."
She turned to other mercenaries: "Have you heard?"
Hubert and McGee nodded and didn't speak.
"Of course, obey," the fast rope responded quickly, and danced: "What else does Mrs. Dean order?"
Responding to him was the cold sand of Louisa kicking.
"Hey, Captain! I am talking about Dean's Lady, the new nickname I gave him, not you!"
Fast rope held his head pitifully.
Louisa, who was full of anger, kicked him the second foot of sand.
Taylors is not undoubtedly watching the dialogue between Louisa and Dean. It seems that Dean has a good position in this team. Even Louisa listens carefully and carefully to his advice. The point.
Is it really like the fast rope, Louisa likes Dean, so...
"But I am still very worried, Dean," the old hammer frowned, took the horse into the camp, settled the hot mount: "The little camp today..."
Dean sighed: "I know, I told Tom Ding, I will go to talk to him again."
The old hammer frowned. "But you know who Tom is, how do we negotiate?"
Dean shook his head: "Try it."
Tyres pretended to carelessly massage the sore legs and listened carefully to their conversation.
Just at this time.
"and so……"
A slick sound came.
The mercenaries and Tyres turned their heads.
"What are you going to negotiate with me?"
I saw a man with shiny hair, and the gorgeous man in the clothes came close to them with his belly, and his eyes flashed on the cheeks, like a little pig.
His footsteps are quite artificial, like a deliberate step on the stage.
"Sep, Sepp Tomdin," Dean sighed, and said to the man with a slick, hard-working man: "I’m just talking about you, our generous employer."
"What wind has blown you to our camp?"
"Oh, my hard-working soldiers," the owner of the caravan, Sip Tomdin, with a faint arrogance, raised a crock pot on his right hand, biting his mouth and opening his mouth: "Of course it is a reward."
"A good knight will never let his mount suffer, and a good general will not let his soldiers go hungry."
Tyres frowned: if he didn't guess wrong, Tom Ding deliberately bite out, it seems to be the accent of Yongxing City.
The mercenaries looked at each other.
No one cares about the owner of the caravan.
Thomdin’s smile was a bit stiff. His arms were sour, he could only gently put down the jar, and coughed to remind everyone:
The wine of the Principality of Sera, a little bit of heart, to help you harden these days.

The mercenaries looked at Dean.
"We are still working, Saip, can't drink." The bald mercenary is polite and cold.
Tommy’s expression was slightly stagnation.
"Very good, Dean, I will tell your professionalism about the connections in the blade camp. You know, I am familiar with the major caravans, and I will tell them that the people in the entire blade sand dune camp want When looking for mercenaries, you should find you - and I will mention your dedication with Baron Williams."
"Wow," the fast-rope expression is exaggerated, and the smile is like a flower: "I really thank you, Master Tom Ding, who knows a lot of people."
Tomtin’s expression was stagnation.
The owner of the caravan quickly got rid of the embarrassment and continued to maintain his faint smile, looking at Taylors: "Oh, child, I am very happy to see you recover - what is your name?"
Suddenly, the famous Taylor was a little glimpse.
He smiled unnaturally: "Forehead, thank you, Tom Ding... Master, I am... I am Wyah."
Tom Ding sighed: "Ah, Wyah, a good name, you know, a few days ago, I was hesitant for a while to save you... you know, child, Master Tomdin. I am not a hard-hearted villain, but I have to look after this small caravan that has a family of more than a dozen. Any decision I make may be related to the livelihood and future of a family... Unrelated people can't help but still put other loyal friends at risk? This is a tough decision."
Tomtin shook his head slightly with his eyes closed: "Oh, my great-grandfather was also a nobleman. He used to work for the sage of the sage of the sage, you may not know, he is a king of stars. The dynasty III reminded me of it. Great-grandfather: As a nobleman, we not only shoulder responsibility, but also have a hot pillow."
"This sentence has become our ethnic training. From my great-grandfather to my grandfather, my grandfather often reminds my father, and my father often reminds me - shoulder responsibility, and a hot heart."
"So, I finally decided to leave you in my team, child."
Tommy looked at him seriously: "You have to thank you, Mr. Didis III, the child, because of his instructions, I made this difficult decision, and you can get a new life in a difficult situation."
thank……
闵迪思三?
Tyres arched his lips and was quite overwhelmed.
Looking at the indifferent Tomdin, Tyres twitched his face and seemed to understand his nod. "Ha, ha, of course, haha, yes."
The fast rope behind him made a vomiting action: "You and the king...it's as if you are familiar."
Tom Ding’s ear moved: "What?"
"Nothing, Master Tomdin!"
The fast rope responded quickly and smiled brightly: "After you are a nobleman, you are awesome!"
Tomtin smiled and nodded with satisfaction.
Louisa snorted.
"So," Dean sighed and interrupted this awkward chat: "Saipu, you don't need to use wine to bribe us, you may wish to speak directly: What is it?"
Tommy's brow wrinkled slightly and seemed unsatisfied with his direct name.
The greasy businessman Tom Ting raised his hands and his chin was raised higher than his ears: "I am thinking about what you said yesterday, Dean, what is going on? What is ‘going back?’
The mercenaries frowned and were in doubt.
Taylors was also provoked curiosity.
go back?
what happened?
"It's literally, Saip," Dean shrugged, seemingly not bothered by what the other person said: "You also saw the camp in the morning, and the bodies, and we should give up and end. Towers, to avoid potential dangers, at least to detour."
Tom's lips shrank slightly.
"give up?"
He took a deep breath.
"As far as I know, Dean, as you can see, is just a small camp where a few sand thieves hide." Tom Ding maintains seriousness and pride, a modest listener: "Is it necessary? This will Seriously affecting your reputation, and you know that for us, some goods are sometimes effective..."
"You saw the camps, we all saw them," Dean interrupted him unceremoniously. The bald mercenaries glanced at their companions and frowned. "The people inside, whether they are sand thieves or not." They are all dead - not far away, with wounds caused by various weapons."
The expressions of the mercenaries became very bad, and the fast rope even widened their eyes.
"This is not an example. We walked all the way, from the boxing ground to the lizard mouth. There are no fewer than five places. It is not just sand thieves, but also small-name personnel with unknown status. I suspect there are also caravans. ""
Dean turned to Tyres: "And you have seen Wye. According to him, there is no one on the way down from the north. It seems that overnight, the deserted sand thieves and exiles have all disappeared.

Taylor's heart moved.
All... disappear...
Dean faintly said: "So... I sincerely recommend you, no, I strongly recommend you, Saip, let's not move on."
Tom Ding took a deep breath and seemed to be maintaining his final demeanor.
In the next second, Tom Ding jerked his head and slammed his fist on his palm!
"I do not understand!"
"Sand thieves, exiles... These scums for the evil side, hindering the scum of the business road, is it not right to die!" Tom Ding tried to maintain the color of his face, which seems to be more in line with his identity:
"We have one less thing to worry about, and I want to congratulate you, Da Deen, because their death, your work has become much easier... Eliminating their threats, it is not my employment. You, the reason for hiring professional bodyguards, you said, the soldiers who are honored..."
Tomdin turned to other people.
The mercenaries did not speak.
Dean sighed a long time, a pair of hate iron is not steel.
"No, you didn't understand what I meant, Saipu," the bald mercenary sighed. "The sand thieves in the camp, their bodies are all found not far from the camp. This shows that they are rushing out of the camp. They were killed when they were - they encountered an invulnerable enemy, so that they didn't even have the idea of ​​returning their hands. After discovering the enemy, they only ran away."
"But they didn't run away."
Dean dignified: "Five camps, a full set of forty weapons, experienced, and savage sand thieves."
"One didn't run away."
Tom Ding gave a slight glimpse.
Dean raised his eyebrows: "Listen to me, Saip, look back, find another way, for security."
Master Tomdin still looks as usual, but his hands constantly sway on the fabric of the clothes, exposing his mood.
"He didn't tell you about it, let us go back directly," he turned to the female warrior: "Captain Dante, what do you say?"
Louisa smiled slightly.
"What Dean said, we will say," Louisa replied decisively: "He represents the entire team."
Tyres couldn't help but notice that other people's expressions were normal and seemed to get used to this scene.
Tomdin couldn’t keep his face in the face, and he licked his hair in pain.
Taylors discovered that Tom's hair was sparse on his head - he was bald.
I saw a bald man gnawing his teeth: "Dean, you said, why should I risk being driven by the sand dunes?"
Dean shrugged.
"You want profit."
"Yes, profit!"
Tomtin seems to find something to vent, and raises his index finger and swears: "Fucking profit!"
"There is so much to say that the businessmen who are proficient in computing are buried in the desert, but we are still following us, because this is the only thing that supports us to venture into the desert: profit, profit!"
He squinted and seemed to seek consensus from everyone in the field of vision: "First, Exeter and the Freedom League will start, and second, the stars will block the desert. Do you know what it means? It means a whole supply. The lines have been cut off - whether it is because the Northlanders are going to war or the stars are going to make nerves. In short, the road from the Golden Corridor into Exeter will be blocked, and the passage from the desert to the stars will be blocked!"
Tomtin seems to be in a bad mood: "Do you know, soon, a bag of promenade islands, selling five tows of two hundred ounces of cannabis tobacco in the stars, to the north can call out 20 Nakaru! Even if we subtract the consumption of bad money and exchange, we can earn nearly 70 to 80 Solon Kings! A bottle of Serra Hills wines at the South China market price of 45 Keller, go some Road, to the end of the tower to sell the high price of 80 Solon silver coins, a refined velvet on the shore of Jianhu Lake sells 20 Tabiso in Ellenbia, and can scream dozens of Nakaru in the north of the desert. A bucket of eternal oil, a glimpse of the lamp... All the goods you can imagine, as long as you come to the right place, you can make a profit, and where is the truth? Market supply and demand! I dare to use Tom The reputation of the Ding family generation will be bet that in the next month, the goods in the south will be raised in the north, and the goods in the east will be out of the market in the west - where are you going to find such a good opportunity!"
"And when we got to the present, you suggested that I turn my head directly, returning to the sand dunes, and let the stars confiscate my goods?"
The mercenaries face each other.

If necessary,
Dean shook his head as he moved:
It’s better to drop the goods than to drop your head.

"I want to say that our biggest profit is: go forward, our life is not worth the price, go back, our life can at least have the opportunity to sell."
Tomtin stared at him with a sigh of relief.
But Dean just looked back at him calmly.
As if the other party just said nonsense.
"As you said, Master Tomtin," Dean added: "This is a tough decision."
Tomtin is like a deflated ball, and the whole person is soft.
Finally, Tom Ding exhaled, like a defeated cock, pulling his face.
"Can someone tell me what happened in front of me?"

Is it serious that I want to give up the interests of the entire caravan?

Dean shook his head: "I don't know."
"If you have to say it, Saip - someone."
"Someone?"
Dean nodded and looked very serious: "‘someone', some people are in the desert where we are, they are planning, scale, efficient, large-scale - hunting all living things."
"And even a sandstorm did not stop the killing."
"It’s not far ahead of us."
(End of this chapter)