The small gathering of the leaders of the Tempest Mercenary Regiment was soon over, and the first to come out of the tent was a thin figure, he looked around, and found that no one was paying attention, so he walked towards the tent next to him, and then five more people came out one after another.

Renard hid in a dark corner and waited until everyone had left, then got up to leave.

Just then, voices were heard again from the tent.

Anyone else hasn't left? He looked surprised, and then crouched down again.

This voice was something Renard had never heard: "Since Captain Marcus has already been arranged, then we will follow the old rules, this time the income is still four or six cents, you four and I six." ”

There was silence in the tent for a long time before Marcus spoke: "No! ”

Without waiting for the other party to refuse, he added again: "And you haven't contributed much in the last few cooperations, all of them are our hands, and now some people are beginning to doubt us." ”

There was silence in the tent again, and after a long time, the voice said, "Don't forget who is wiping your ass, if it weren't for the boss running behind the scenes, you would have been locked up in the Black Water Prison of No End." ”

Then there was a long silence, and Marcus sighed: "No, I have to divide the account fifty-fifty, I have to rest for a while after taking this money, otherwise the investigators of the Mercenary Guild will really find out something, and it will not end well." ”

"It's not impossible to split the account fifty-fifty, but that woman wants to belong to me. The man thought for a moment and said, it seems that no man is not beautiful.

"No, I have a crush on that woman. Marcus sternly refused.

"That's four or six. The other party took the opportunity to bite the words to death.

"Okay, four six is four six, but you have to make sure that woman keeps it for me. Marcus almost gritted his teeth and said, this benefit is a full three hundred gold coins, it seems that he is really attracted to Sylvia.

"Don't worry, I've been cooperating for so long, when I don't speak, even if you can't trust me, can't you still trust the boss?" The man chuckled twice: "It's almost dawn, and we will launch a feint attack on time at eight o'clock, so that your people will act like a little bit." ”

With that, the man left the tent directly, looked around, and after making sure that no one was there, he quickly climbed over the broken wall and disappeared into the night.

Renard looked at the other party's disappearing back, and a murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.

With his cleverness, he quickly understood the whole story, a trick of a mercenary group colluding with robbers to rob a caravan, and listening to the meaning of the other party's words, such a thing has been done more than once or twice.

But there seems to be another person behind this who is secretly manipulating, and the boss should be that person's code name.

Renard hid for a long time, until Marcus's snoring sounded, and he was relieved to leave.

He quietly returned to the tent, intending to leave with Sylvia and Oloch, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was necessary to clarify the truth of the matter with them and listen to their opinions.

So he crept to Sylvia's tent, and the woman was very cautious, and when he approached, he noticed something unusual: "Who?"

"Me!" said Renard, lowering his voice, "I have something important to tell you." ”

"Renard?" Sylvia frowned, not knowing what was going on on this big night, but she said anyway, "Come in." ”

Renard stepped into the tent, ignoring Sylvia's beautiful and moving figure, and briefly recounted what he had just heard.

"What? These mercenaries actually colluded with the bandits?" After hearing Renard's words, Sylvia was immediately furious, and wanted to directly execute everyone on the other side.

Renard felt lucky that he hadn't mentioned Marcus' deal with the bandit leader, otherwise God knows what the other party would have done out of the ordinary, and maybe another meteor shower would have reduced the camp to ashes.

When Sylvia calmed down, Renard asked softly, "What are we going to do next, should we just run away?"

"What to do?" Sylvia's expression was gloomy like never before, not even when she was being hunted down, "Ask Oroch first. ”

"Okay!" Renard nodded: "If you leave directly, the fat man's loss will be great." ”

"Don't ask me, I look forward to Her Royal Highness the Princess, and your will is the direction in which I am going. Oloch came uninvited, swaying his fat body into the tent, apparently having heard the conversation between the two.

Marcus was grateful to the two of them for considering their own interests and losses at a critical juncture: "I think it's better to leave quickly, you can make more money when the money is gone, and if your life is gone, there will be nothing, anyway, it's not the first time I've suffered losses." ”

Reynard thought for a moment and felt that there was still room for salvage, and then he expressed his thoughts: "Actually, we can ...... like this"

Three hours later, it was already dark, and there was still about half an hour before Marcus and the bandit leader had agreed.

Some people in the camp began to leave their tents and go out for activities, and the people had already begun to help their masters pack their goods, while the people of the Wind Mercenary Regiment set up pots and cooked as agreed, and distributed the added food to everyone.

Sylvia got dressed and walked out of the tent, her hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her dress changed from a very ill-fitting men's evening dress to a fine silk that made her even more beautiful.

Just as she was enjoying the crisp breath of the morning, Marcus's very disgusting voice suddenly came: "Beautiful young lady, how did you rest last night?"

Sylvia turned her head to look and saw that the other party was holding a small delicate ceramic bowl in her hand, and she didn't know what it contained, and it was steaming.

Marcus nodded politely as he walked past Renard: "Sir, if you want to enjoy some delicious beef soup, you can go to my camp and get it for free." ”

The last four words are obviously a reminder that many merchants and mercenaries will not be able to refuse free food.

If it was really a small number of people in normal times, they would not dare to eat other people's food, but now that more than a dozen caravans, large and small, have gathered together, a total of hundreds of people, and their vigilance is much smaller.

At this time, many people went to taste the free broth, and some even secretly hid it, presumably to save it for Chinese food.

Marcus came to Sylvia with a bowl: "Beautiful young lady, I have specially left it for you, and I think that you will not want to dine with those lowly merchants, so I have sent it myself." ”

He tried to keep himself gentlemanly, but he was still so nondescript.