The camp was busy, it didn't belong to anyone, it didn't belong to any force, or it had only one owner, the Arthurian family, the Hope family.

As a result, merchants who come here can choose where to stay, which inevitably leads to confusion and conflict.

As the three of them walked through the camp, they saw many merchants arguing, either over whose camp was too large or over the ownership of a certain cargo.

However, when these merchants saw the intact Oloch, they were all surprised: "Oloch, are you still alive?"

During the attack of the Earth Walking Dragon, many people saw this fat man being swallowed with their own eyes, and everyone thought that he would definitely die, but now the other party was standing here unharmed, which was really amazing.

"Oloch, are you all right?" Many businessmen who were familiar with him gathered around, and they were very curious about the fat man's immortality: "How did you survive?"

"Did the Tempest mercenaries rescue you?" said one merchant who didn't even believe him.

"They?hmph!" The fat man suddenly became angry when he heard the five words of the Wind Mercenary Group, he glanced at the mercenaries in the distance with cold eyes, and said in a disdainful tone: "Of course not, they run faster than rabbits." ”

The fat man didn't give the other party, vented all his dissatisfaction loudly, and then signaled behind him: "It was these two great adventurers who saved me." ”

He used the word adventurer, not adventurer, obviously deliberately elevating the identity of Renard and the two, after all, adventurers belong to mercenaries who do not enter the stream, and adventurers are a very high profession.

Only then did people notice that the fat man was followed by two strangers, and when their eyes were on Sylvia, they were immediately amazed by her devilish figure.

In order to prevent unnecessary trouble from revealing her identity, Sylvia had covered her face with a face towel before entering the camp, but the more this happened, the more it was easy to make people think of it.

Everyone immediately left the matter of the rest of the fat man's life behind them, revealing a blasphemous gaze.

"Hmph!" Feeling the burning eyes around her, Sylvia was very uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but snort coldly.

Although it sounded like a disgruntled snort to O'Roch and Renard, it was like thunder in the ears of the others, shaking their eardrums.

Shock is a small trick that even an apprentice magician can perform, and although it is low-level, it is very useful, especially when dealing with ordinary people.

The Shock Technique freed Sylvia from those disgusting gazes once and for all, but caused even more trouble.

In the distance, several big men with helmets and armor suddenly walked up, and the strong man in the lead shouted, "Who is using magic indiscriminately?"

Renard looked at the other party and couldn't help frowning, this guy gave him a very bad feeling, the other party was more like a bandit than a mercenary.

"It's Marcus!" Before Sylvina could reply, the fat man spoke first.

Oloch obviously didn't like this guy very much, and his words were full of sarcasm: "You ridiculed the mercenary group so quickly that you actually escorted my cargo to the camp like this. ”

Renard learned from the fat man's words that this strong man was the leader of the Wind Mercenary Regiment, the one who provoked the fat man to provoke the Earth Dragon.

When the local dragon was angry, he didn't put up any resistance at all, and ran away with the people, and also swept away Olock's goods, which he called to help keep them.

In fact, everyone knows that he just wants to swallow this batch of goods, but in the face of the bright knife, no one dares to say a fair word.

"Oh, it's the brave Lord Oro who has returned!" The strong man apparently knew the news of Oloch's return for a long time, and did not show any surprise: "I knew you would be fine." ”

"Yes, I really want to thank Lord Marcus for your trust. The fat man's tone was sarcastic.

However, the strong man didn't care at all, because what these merchants thought of him didn't matter at all, after all, they were all people who were going to die, what did he care about them?

Thinking of this, a sincere smile appeared on the strong man's face, and he stepped forward and patted Ollock on the shoulder, and said, "If I can, I am going to hold a soup and fire dinner in the evening to celebrate your safe return." ”

"Hmph!" the fat man didn't give the other party a face, he slapped the other party's dirty hands, and asked very unceremoniously: "What about my goods and my subordinates?"

"Goods?" The strong man was stunned for a moment, then reacted, pointed to the twenty or so carts in the center of the camp and said, "Don't worry, there are a lot of them, all of them are here." ”

Immediately afterwards, he said as if to take credit: "As for your people, they have already run away when the earth dragon was angry, and if I hadn't ordered someone to collect the carriage and goods in time, I am afraid they would have robbed them all." ”

Knowing that his goods were unscathed, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, if I can't come back, what are you going to do with these goods?"

"Naturally, it will be handed over to the Commander of the Navy, who everyone knows is your distant cousin. Marcus said without hesitation.

"I hope so. The fat man tugged at the corners of his mouth, hooking up a sarcastic arc: "Don't be embezzled by you, who doesn't know that the reputation of your Swift Wind Mercenary Group is similar to that of bandits." ”

"You ......" Marcuston was annoyed when he heard the other man compare himself to a bandit.

Rao is deep city, and he can't help but be really angry at this moment.

However, just as he was about to get angry, he suddenly noticed Sylvia behind the fat man, his eyes lit up, and he immediately changed to a warm smile.

He walked straight around the fat man, came to Sylvia, and put his hand on his chest in a very gentlemanly manner.

Such a demeanor appeared on the mercenary and looked extremely nondescript, but he himself didn't care, and still asked in a gentle tone: "What is the name of this beautiful young lady, when did you join this caravan, why haven't I seen you?"

Although Marcus tried his best to hide his desires and make his gaze look more sincere, Sylvia, who had read countless people, discovered the hypocrisy and greed hidden in his heart.

Sylvia showed a look of disgust, but because of the cover of the face towel, the other party didn't notice it at all.

Just as she was thinking about how to answer the other party, Renard suddenly stood up, and without saying a word, he just looked at Marcus directly, as if he wanted to see through the other party.

Marcus was a little unnatural by his forced gaze, and couldn't help asking, "......Who is this?"

The corners of Renard's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he didn't say anything, just glanced at him contemptuously, and pulled Sylvia away.