The night passed unharmed.

Actually, it wasn't without trouble, but Barrett secretly solved the small trouble himself.

Jason and Nightblade actually woke up early, but didn't get up.

"What do you think he's going to do? Looking for a legacy? Or is it a treasure? Jason asked softly.

"I can't guess either, what? What are your thoughts? I advise you to give up. Nightblade knew that his brother was a bit greedy for money.

"You can also see, he is simply not strong, I tell you the truth, the two of us are not one at all." As he spoke, Nightblade looked at Ace with his peripheral vision.

Fortunately, her breath did not change at all, and she seemed to be still sleeping.

"I'm just talking, and I don't have any ideas besides, but if there's a treasure, it's always okay to get a piece of the pie, right?" Jason knew that his little caution had been seen through, and he discerned.

"That's for the best." With that, Nightblade got up and got out of the tent, "I'll go get something to eat." If you're okay, get out! ”

When he left the tent, he saw Barrett playing with a rifle.

Semi-automatic rifles, looking at the craftsmanship, should come out in the same place as AK.

"Someone came to give a gift last night?" Nightblade knew at a glance that it was something Barrett had brought back, and that there must have been some fool who had come to deliver the food.

"It's not Kama's people, I feel a bit like yesterday afternoon." Barrett put down the rifle in his hand and said with a smile.

"I should have come here to find out what made them fail and touch our side."

"............" Nightblade frowned and thought for a moment, and kicked at the tent pillar.

"Get up and put away the tent! Let's hurry up! "He knew that if it was those guys, there would be spies, and there would be more and more of them, which was not a good sign.

After a while, Jason came out scolding: "Damn, I can't sleep for a while." ”

scolded and scolded, but his hands and feet were very sharp, and while speaking, he pulled out the fixed stake.

Ace also came out and glanced at them, but said nothing.

Knowing that Ace was far away, Jason whispered in Nightblade's ear, "Did you say this little girl listened to what we said?" ”

"If you're afraid, talk less nonsense, talk more nonsense and be cowardly, you're such a thing." Muttered quietly, Nightblade kicked Jason's ass.

All this naturally couldn't escape Barrett's perception, and although he couldn't hear what they said, Barrett didn't care.

Because the world itself is a world of the jungle, no one can expect everyone to be like the Virgin.

But as long as your strength is strong enough and you are not stupid, then no matter what, others have to weigh the cost of doing things, and naturally give up superfluous ideas.

The person who gave him this revelation was none other than his old buddy Bass.

That thing has always done this, the success or failure of one city and one place, for him he doesn't care at all, means? Countermeasure?

In Bass's eyes, these things are nothing more than the strength of the next plan, simple and direct, when the strength is several times greater than the sum of the enemy, what trickery can turn the situation around?

Apparently there is no use for the eggs.

"Alright! It's time to pack up and hit the road. Barrett stood up and stretched, muttering quietly.

The "river valley", more than seventy miles from Padua, is the first oasis.

Here, traveling caravans resupply, exchange goods, and even issue missions here to solicit hunters to hunt lizards.

When they arrived, it was the evening of the second day after the four of them left Padua.

"We're behind schedule, so it's supposed to be here at noon and the next camp in the evening." Nightblade whispered, and the four of them gathered on a rocky beach near the river valley.

It's a bit farther away from the Oasis stalls and less eyeliner.

"They're looking for someone to hunt lizards, and one can get a gold coin." Jason also whispered that she and Nightblade had just set up camp and gathered some information.

Glancing at the merchant who was selling hydration bags not far away, Nightblade said, "That guy should be the guide of the wanderers nearby, I saw him collect black goods." ”

Black goods, to put it bluntly, are things that have been stolen, it may be weapons, it may be goods, it may even be people.

In other places, you might be attacked by a merchant if you take out your stolen goods, but here, that doesn't happen.

Even if you sell your stuff in front of you, you have to endure it, or you will be the enemy of the managers here.

It's not hard to see the people who run here.

Just a few hundred meters away in the three-story abandoned building, the manager here, "Shahu" Clementine, has a luxurious office.

How luxurious? At the very least, he had three carved wooden dining chairs and a large desk.

He and his subordinates called that building the "Presidential Suite", and he was the president in the presidential suite.

Although his kingdom is a little smaller.

In this wilderness, there are more than a hundred younger brothers working for him, perhaps to transport caravans, or perhaps to clean the river valley of water.

How do you get it clean?

Maybe it's just a strain in the straw.

"Jason and I will meet the shuffleboard in a moment, you guys can just hang around." No matter what, the joints that should be opened still have to be opened, especially since he is the biggest bandit leader in the neighborhood.

"Okay, we'll wait for you at a nearby tavern, get this." Knowing that there was nothing to buy stolen goods, Barrett handed Jason the gun he had gotten last night.

They'll take care of it.

In the entire oasis, there are only three larger buildings, one is a tavern, one is a storage house, and the other is the presidential suite of Shahu.

Everyone else camped in the circles they had drawn, or slept in the open.

Walking into the tavern, Barrett sensed that someone was watching them.

It was the tables near the inside, and a few people dressed as hunters sat crookedly.

"It's union guys, it's better not to get in touch with them." Ace reminded in a whisper.

Jason and Nightblade are both wandering hunters, and she's not even more of a hunter, so she doesn't have much to say to these guys.

"New here? Don't you want to make a registration? There's a lot of good work to be done right now. The man sitting in the innermost seat, gritting his toothpick, asked.

Waving his hand, Barrett didn't walk over: "Sorry, we're just passing by." ”

The man smiled, and he pointed to the guy wrapped in black cloth behind Barrett and said, "Passers-by with such a nice guy, right?" ”

"Self-defense, this world is not peaceful, is it?" Barrett, of course, is not a casual person to bluff, he said it very casually.

Then he found an empty table near the door and sat down.

Casually asking for a little food and wine, Barrett undid the black cloth around his rifle and wiped his short knife.

No firearms were used in last night's battle, except that his dagger was stained with a little blood.

is not taboo about his gun being seen, blindly dodging will make some people feel that they are easy to bully.

Barrett knew that, and besides, he was just afraid of trouble, not of these guys.

Sure enough, for his undaunted attitude, the provocative man did not speak, and the two sides drank as if nothing had happened.

Almost half a bottle of coarse wine was gone, and Jason and Nightblade returned.

Sit down at the round table and look at the night blade they didn't go well.

"This old fox, day!" Jason didn't care if there was any sand fox eyeliner here, and scolded directly.

"Two ways, either get out of the valley before dark, or do things for Clementine." Nightblade explained.

Although he didn't know the details, Barrett understood that the old fox was afraid that there was something he could do to get a hand.

"Do what?" So Barrett just gave way to the first option in an instant, leaving the valley before dark, and the subtext was to survive the night.

Nightblade glanced at the outsider sitting not far away, and whispered, "It's not difficult to do, he said that a batch of goods was lost, and we need to find it......"

"Isn't that hard? Don't you want to think about who dares to touch the old fox's stuff around here? Jason looked disagreeing, this matter is not a good thing, it is very difficult to do.

"You stop for a while, even if you don't like his attitude, it won't do you any good for this matter." Nightblade was still much calmer than Jason, he reassured.

"Directions?" Barrett knew that the old fox didn't find them for nothing, and there must be something inside, but it was difficult to find out what was going on for a while.

Besides, it was useless to think about that now, since the old fox dared to say so, he must have relied on him.

"There's a caravan missing, and they need clues." As he spoke, Nightblade's fingers dipped in the wine and whispered the word lizard on the table.

Barrett and Ace immediately understood that the matter had something to do with the caravan from yesterday afternoon.

But does the old fox know anything? No, he was just guessing, and if he had a clear clue, he wouldn't have continued to try like this.

Soon, Barrett figured out the joints inside, he wiped the water stains off the table with his hands, and asked, "What about the pay?" ”

Several ears were watching the sound here, and these guys didn't have a few fuel-efficient lights.

Nightblade was stunned for a moment, he didn't think that Barrett could still mention the matter of payment, it was clear that Clementine the Sand Fox was testing them, and it was good to be able to leave the valley safely.

"A gold coin." Nightblade still answered his question, but unfortunately no matter what he said, this number was just, and no one would take it seriously.

Nodding, Barrett got what he wanted to know, some wine and meat, and the four of them ate it.

Having eaten and drunk, Barrett and the others left the tavern, but he knew that there was a tail behind him.

"Okay, we'll get a clue for him, but tonight he'd better make sure no one bothers us." Barrett said, looking at the corner of the tavern behind him.

Nightblade nodded and left.

And the tail behind the corner of the wall also walked away in a funny way and disappeared into the crowd.

The three of them glanced at each other and walked towards the camp they had already chosen.

They were placed in the middle near the valley, which was the section of the dry river, the closest to the water source.

It is also the only place where you can see some water during the rainy season, after all, the dam still releases water several times a year.

Sitting around the campfire and watching the merchants passing by in the distance, the three of them discussed countermeasures.

"He's not entirely sure, it's just that we're the closest team in time." Jason's eyes scanned the crowd as he whispered.

In fact, if you think about it a little, you can understand what it is all about.

Now the old fox is most puzzled by the fact that if it was Barrett and the others who did it, then why didn't there be any swag at all?

"I don't know how much he knows, thanks to the fact that we didn't leave us alive." Ace deliberately lowered his voice, for fear that others would listen.

Barrett didn't seem to care that much, after all, he didn't find anything within his perceptual range.

"The big question now is what role the old fox plays in this matter." Barrett tossed the campfire with a stick.

"Which side is his man?" In just an instant, Barrett had the Tao clear in his head.

"Caravans? He doesn't necessarily care about this, maybe he's just giving an explanation. He had a sneer on his face, this old fox was very ghostly.

The caravan was targeted when it set off from Gehr, and it was impossible to say that there was no inner ghost.

It's just that the old fox has a lot of ability, and whether those guys are his centaurs or not, is unknown.

"You mean he's looking for goods?" Jason said in amazement, he didn't expect this.

"Maybe, I can't think of any other motive." Barrett shrugged, the old fox was most likely looking for the cargo, and he certainly wouldn't think the cargo had burned to ashes.

"What are we?" Ace also understood, what caravan? Clementine just needs a scapegoat and something.

Who is the scapegoat? Barrett and the others deserve to be one of them due to time, and if they can find someone else to carry the blame, that's another story.

"We are passers-by." Barrett said.

Looking to the other side of the road, the smile on Barrett's face was gone.

"Old fox............ Shrewd indeed. "It's not Nightblade, it's a man in an old-fashioned punk outfit.

"I'm sorry, I'm bringing the boss to pass the word, your friends are going to be guests with us temporarily." Sitting down with a grin, the man said.

"Find something, and you'll see him in its entirety." The man teased with a strange smile on his face.

After speaking, without waiting for Barrett and the others to answer, he turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Click!

The wrist-thick stick in Jason's hand broke.

"How??" With eagerness on his face, Jason was genuinely angry, and he was trying to control his emotions.

"............" Barrett sighed as he looked at Jason, who was staring at him.

"There are two plans."

"One, let's take them honestly to that col." With that, he paused and looked at Jason.

I saw Jason shaking his head, of course he knew that he was doing this, and he really had a mouth and couldn't tell.

"Two, we'll kill them tonight." Barrett sneered, the old fox has calculated everything, and he must not have calculated this step, right? ?