Chapter 1028: Hunting in Shahai (2)

Chapter 1028 Hunting in Shahai II
Ten minutes later, Bedieville and others came out of a clothing store near the hotel. The werewolves and the white bears had replaced their slouchy robes and replaced them with refreshing short-sleeved shirts and jeans. Just caught up with the hot temperatures in the afternoon.
"Good, hot." Despite wearing a short-sleeved shirt, the White Bears still sweated out: "It’s only early spring."
"Tropical is like this, don't care." The werewolf did not agree to wipe the sweat, and counted the change in the pocket. It is clearly the cheapest clothes in the most common clothing stores. The shirts and trousers of three people have actually spent more than 3,000 Egyptian coins. It can be seen that the price of Egypt has risen in recent years.
Bedyville again glanced at the depressed street. This is a suburb. Is it a matter of course? But this street is not a grass, the cement road is not broken under the sun, the pits are smashed, there are no vehicles on the road, and there are no half pedestrians. It is a bit too much.
"Eg, Egypt's economy is worse, and it looks like this?" Elaine could not help but curiously ask.
"It is said that the Egyptian government has borrowed a large amount of foreign debt from Europe. In order to pay off the debts, it is still raising taxes." Seglader explained the angle of the clothes. "The heavy tax and the rising prices have made the people miserable." ""
"Really." Biddyville glanced at the receipt of the clothes and found that the commodity tax actually accounted for more than half of the total charge. He could not help but sneer a sneer: "The government is not good, the people will have a hard time. Egypt is not a long-term residence. In contrast, whether it is Great Britain or Turkic, even West Siberia is a paradise."
"Oh, this, so exaggerated?" Elaine groaned.
"It's such an exaggeration." The werewolf whispered: "Whether it is the rice oil salt or the most basic warm clothing, a kind country will keep the prices of these most basic living materials at the lowest level so that the poor will not Starving to death is cold; on the contrary, a country that is indifferent will control the price of these things, forcing the people to pay too much for the most basic survival, so that they can squeeze money from the people. It seems that the Egyptian government is here. It is the latter."
"I have heard of this." Segrad sighed in a low voice: "In Great Britain, the price of coarse salt and edible blending oil is very cheap. If you can't afford it, you can get it at a specific welfare institution. But in Egypt, the price of each packet of salt is high and scary, more than half of which is a commodity tax..."
"How, how can this be..." The white bears were amazed and changed their faces after listening.
"All in all, this country is terrible." Bettiville coughed dryly: "Don't say, let's go to the city center."
"Yes, but," the White Bears could not help but wonder: "Where are you going to find a job?"
"Bar." Biddyville replied in an understatement: "If you want to get all kinds of information, start with the bar."
The three of them marched toward the city center, but did not expect a dark corner of the street. Some people were secretly observing them, and all the words and deeds of Bedieville and others were seen.
At the same time, the Cairo Grand Casino.
"Hey--" Elbert stepped into the casino with a little hesitation. But the tiger didn't want to be seen as a countryman who had never seen the world, but he suppressed the uneasiness and horror on his face and swayed on the red carpet of the casino.
"Yes, that's it, feel free." Paramitis whispered, walking alongside Albert. In fact, he is also the same nervous, but did not reveal all of this on his face.
Safir followed his father and the tiger youth behind his body, and even his blue leopard tail was not naturally tilted up, which was very restrained.
As orcs, they are also inedible by the people on the scene. Many gamblers in the casino have already cast a strange look on these three cats, wondering how this rude beast might be integrated into the upper class. But the [Herrus] high-class suits worn by the orcs have brought dramatic changes to the human minds. Gradually, people feel that these cats in suits are not as rude and vulgar as they thought, thinking that Parami Dess and others are the richest people from which countries.
Paramitis slid slowly in the casino to observe the changes in people's expressions, and also yelled at two companions: "Listen, now is the first day we go to the casino, do not act for the time being. Don't spend money on gambling. It's not too late to see the situation in the casino."
"Understand, understand." Safir's hand was stuck in his trouser pocket and grabbed a few chips in his pocket. That is his full body, and he did not intend to gamble at random.
"But it’s boring to watch the situation here all the time?" Albert cast a poor look at Paramitis: "You are responsible for observing the situation. I am walking around and seeing something new." , ok?"
The leopard warrior smashed his head: "You are such a curious little tiger... Well, this chip is for you, although not much, but you are going to play."
He stuffed Albert with a 100-dollar chip, like a candy to a child.
"Oh, that's great~" Albert ran away with a chip and was as easy as a child: "Half an hour is enough? I waited for you in the lobby of the casino after half an hour."
"Well, don't lose it." Paramitis grinned and watched the tiger's back disappear into the casino.
"Mr. Albert is really no problem?" Saifei asked worriedly.
auzw.com"He is penniless, even if he loses money, he still loses a hundred dollars. He doesn't need to worry too much about him." Palamidis smiled disapprovingly: "And he just helped." We distracted some attention so that we can act."
Because, Paramitis is going to do the next thing, although it is still far from the hook, it is not a legitimate act.
At the same time, in an underground tavern in downtown Cairo.
In the dim light and the smell of alcohol, several alcoholic guests sat down on the ground.
The time is one o'clock in the afternoon, and it is far from the peak of drinking in the evening, so this pub can be described as a thin person. Apart from some drunks who are soaking in the pub all day, no one will come.
But this very deserted pub has ushered in three uninvited guests today.
Bedyville pushed the door of the bar down the stairs and into the small bar that was built in the ground and was very cool.
"Welcome." The pub boss called out in a reflexive way.
He was shaking hard with a bottle of wine. He seemed to be concentrating on some kind of homemade cocktail. When he saw three ordinary orcs, he asked in a less authentic English language: "Guests What to drink?"
The werewolf sat down in front of the wine table: "Give me a pint of barley beer - these two children don't drink anything."
"I have grown up in adulthood." Segrad dismissed the white wolf.
"I, I am also..." Elaine seems to be slightly whispered.
But when Biddyville glanced at them, they immediately sat down honestly and did not speak.
"Guest, this is your beer." The boss sent a beer with a white foam.
"Thank you." The werewolf picked up the barley beer and took a sip. The bitterness of the barley and the bitterness of the hops spread in his throat. With this slight wine, the werewolves pretended to be sophisticated and bravely asked: "Boss, is there any work in the city recently?"
"Oh, do you want to pick up the work?"
The bar owner swept his gaze at the big sword behind Elaine. After watching the big sword, the boss’s gaze looked at the long gun and shield behind Seglad. He finally set his sight on the short sword at the waist of Bedieville.
It seems that the work of these weapons is confirmed to be excellent. The boss is a little relieved, but he still asks hard: "These guests are raw faces. Your hands are really no problem?"
"You don't have to worry about our skills." Bettiville took a stack of banknotes from his arms: "This is 12,000 pieces, which is the deposit for the three of us. If things are messed up, the money will be confiscated." But if things get messed up, we have no life to come back and get money, huh, huh."
"Very good, this little brother is very good." The boss carefully counted the money, but his eyes did not move away from the wolf's sturdy biceps. This is one of the reasons why Betteville has put on a refreshing short-sleeved dress – showing muscles in front of the recruiter.
"So, come with me." The pub owner opened the small cover of the counter and signaled everyone to go with him. His figure has been immersed in the darkness of the backstage corridor.
"Really, really no problem?" Elaine looked very upset.
"No problem. Go with it." Bedyville crossed the wine table.
(If you are cheated, just smash this shop, there is nothing to be afraid of.)
"Do not touch anything along the way, don't eat anything, don't drink, understand?" The werewolf snarled and walked toward the dark corridor.
"Understood." Saifei nodded.
Bedyville just stepped into the gallery and immediately realized that he was going down the stairs. Only after a 30-level ladder, he immediately entered a small room similar to an underground intelligence station. Under the dim light, there are rows of benches, and the walls are covered with posters of all kinds of wanted. The tavern owner sits at the counter at the end of the room and sends and receives information from an old computer.
"Come on." The boss called for three young people: "After you have just arrived, you will be given a simple commission."
"What about the content? Remuneration?" Biddiville sneaked in, short and round and ask.
"Look at yourself." The boss just printed a list from the computer and handed it to the young man of the werewolf.