The nights in the desert are unusually cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Without the thermal insulation of green vegetation, the desert has a huge temperature difference between day and night, and the grit that can still roast raw meat during the day becomes quite cold at night, and the cold wind blows and makes people shiver.

And as one of the wastelands affected by the chaotic power of disorder, the night of the shallow sea desert is even more bleak.

At dusk, the caravan found a weathered stone wall and camped it, taking advantage of the last bit of sunset to raise a fire and cook food.

Walking in the desert, the food is mostly quite simple, the only dish is the broth made from dried bacon and dehydrated vegetables, the water source is quite precious, and there is even a cart dedicated to buckets, so dinner is relatively simple.

After supper, most of the merchants returned to their carriages, and from time to time there was a muffled voice, and the camels were all fed hay and rested with their eyes half-closed.

The mercenaries stayed behind to keep vigil, chatting in the desert at night, along with a few merchants who were still sitting around the campfire.

Lawson sat beside the stone wall, the light of the fire shining on his armor, showing an orange hue.

He had been traveling day and night for the past few days, so it was still a little uncomfortable to suddenly step into the rhythm of human life, and at dinner, Rosen did not participate in it, only quietly watched these merchants in the shadows, and many people even ignored the existence of Rosen in the caravan.

The day's battles had made Rosen more aware of his senses, and he was gradually digesting them in his mind and turning them into his own power.

In the past month, he has mastered both the wolf sword technique and the templar sword technique, and he can be regarded as a master, but in other aspects, such as the use of magic power and perception, he is still much inferior, so far, he can only use primary means such as magic power release and magic power barriers, and the higher-level usage methods have not been used in actual combat.

After stepping into the bronze step, the daily soul consumption has risen from one to ten points, it seems that with the improvement of strength, the body's demand for soul has become more and more intense, I don't know what will happen after the silver is raised, Lawson faintly began to be a little worried.

Unlike the previous fast-paced missions, the missions released by the system this time have a considerable degree of freedom, neither limited to specific types of holy relics, but also up to a year, which gives Lawson time to breathe, but on the other hand, it also makes him have fewer means to obtain souls.

Previously, Lawson had mostly hunted some beasts in the forest to earn souls for daily consumption, but this method was too inefficient compared to those mutated monsters and powerful cultists, so after a month of wandering, he decided to take a look at Liliana's commission first.

Rosen hadn't seen the real relics, and he couldn't quite imagine the strength of those items, but since Liliana would give him this task, then at least it showed that the danger level of the incident was acceptable to Rosen at the moment, so he would gladly come here.

With his perception outstretched, Rosen quietly arranged his own perceptual network around the camp, and anyone who tried to enter or leave the area would be known to Rosen.

One was the fear that the Hot Wind Mercenary Group would come to retaliate, and the other was a subtle intuition.

Dominic's words and deeds are very determined, obviously coming for this convoy, then there must be relatively special people or things in the convoy, and there seems to be nothing special in terms of items, so it can only be people.

The night was long and cold, affected by the forces of chaos, and neither the stars nor the moon disappeared from the sky, except for a deep darkness that made people feel lonely, and Lawson was in the shadows, like a dormant beast, quietly watching everything.

Finally, in the middle of the night, Rosen noticed something unexpected.

Almost all the merchants were asleep, the mercenaries on the night vigil were gagging to relieve the loneliness of the night, and on the other side of the camp, a figure was sneaking around.

Through the shadow of the carriage, the man slowly walked out of the camp, keeping an eye out for the mercenaries.

There is a problem.

Rosen didn't strike immediately, he watched the man escape from the camp and disappear at the end of the dunes, and then slowly got up and chased away.

He barely alarmed anyone, and in less than a quarter of an hour his ghostly figure caught up with the guy who had fled the camp.

"Where are you going?"

Lawson said faintly, causing the other party to freeze suddenly.

"Uh......"

He turned around and was a mercenary.

"I'm going...... You don't care!"

He suddenly burst out, and the blade hidden in his hand flashed out, heading straight for Lawson, and the "sense" like an electric current swept over Lawson, causing a burst of unhappiness.

Black Iron Steps?

In my memory, this mercenary is just no peak, and it seems that he has always hidden his strength.

In the face of such a guy, Rosen naturally couldn't miss, he dodged the opponent's attack with a slight side, and then grabbed it with a backhand, and controlled the man's wrist.

Smack-

The sharp knife landed on the cold grit with a subtle thud.

"Why are you running?"

Lawson asked, using his magic as he decided to try out the usage he had figured out earlier.

Perception mixed with magic was like a pinprick in the other's head, and many images appeared in Rosen's vision.

The images are messy, but you can still see the banner of the Hot Wind Mercenary Group and Dominic.

It turned out that this was a conspiracy between the Hot Wind Mercenary Group and the mercenaries.

Rosen immediately understood the man's identity.

He was Dominic's eyeliner in the early years of ordinary mercenaries, mingling among mercenary groups to provide information to Dominic, and now he is fleeing because of Dominic's death.

These spies have special settings in their bodies, if they don't accept the drugs given by the organization from time to time, they will have seizures, this time Dominic was confident, but he didn't expect to die unexpectedly, this adulterous rule is close to the attack because there is no medicine, and he can only choose to escape, hoping to go to the stronghold of the Hot Wind Mercenary Group, report the news of Dominic's death and get some medicine by the way.

"I see, you're from the Hot Wind Mercenary Regiment. ”

Rosen whispered, startling the other party.

The man originally wanted to weave some lies to buy time, but he didn't expect Rosen to see through his identity at a glance.

This is Rosen's attempt to use magic to affect thoughts and memories by reading the electrical currents of the nerves inside the brain, and can only read a few memories with a strong suggestive stimulus.

For example, the previous question is actually to evoke the mercenary's memory, this method is not mature, if the other party is a person who has been trained in torture, Rosen may not be successful.

After thinking about it, Rosen decided to make another attempt.

He placed his hand lightly on the other's forehead, and a little mana pierced him, causing the other to dizzy for a while, and then left the man behind, and returned to the camp before he could react.

This is a setting that uses a little magic to read the other party's senses, and Lawson hopes to investigate the matter of the Hot Wind Mercenary Group through this guy, after all, if the observation post of the Rainbow Tower loses contact, then maybe there is also a thousand links with these bandits.

But when Rosen returned to camp after all this was done, he found that someone was already waiting for him.