When Wren arrived at Pegasus Plaza in the south of Diramo City, he found that it was quite lively.

After some inquiry, I learned that there was a shortage of living materials in the plains, and a merchant's chariot and horse team could immediately earn five or six times the profit by casually transporting some water, dry food, oil, and salt into it.

Therefore, even if they know that there are many dangers inside, there are still businessmen who take risks and try to make a few windfalls.

Naturally, there are also convoys to go to Xiangcheng Town, where the rich can make the ghosts grind, and more than five times the profit can already make the capitalists red-eyed, willing to risk being eaten alive by ghouls.

Knowing this, Wren immediately went into a remote alley and took out two weapons from the storage ring.

The rest of the road is not easy, so it's best to prepare your weapons in advance.

He first inserted the Demon Hunter Type 4 into the pocket of his leather jacket, which had a smaller caliber and longer range than the Type 6, with a capacity of 10 rounds.

Of course, the power at close range is relatively small.

Then he took out the Demon Hunter 7 long knife, his yellow leather jacket was custom-made, with a knife holster on the back, and he carried the long knife behind his back.

Finally, he took off the Demon Hunting Ring and put it in the storage ring, and Wren simply hid his identity.

Those small towns in the plains may be mixed with young demon descendants, and the identity of demon hunters is very eye-catching.

After Lane went to buy a dark horse, he began to wander around Pegasus Square, and soon a merchant came to hire him.

During this time, the cowboys suffered heavy losses, and now, many caravans cannot hire bodyguards.

The businessman, who identified himself as Stanley, wore a white shirt, a bit of a beer belly, and a green straw hat.

The mustache on his face moved slightly, and he looked at Wren with a smile: "Sturdy young man, at first glance, you are the kind of person who attaches equal importance to wisdom and courage, and is equal to astuteness and vision!"

8 silver coins, escort us to Orange Town, how? ”

This price is not low, if a cowboy keeps walking darts, he can go about 15~20 times a month and earn 12~15 gold coins, you know, only 6 gold coins a month to move bricks!

Wren smiled brightly: "No problem, uncle, believe me, I have done this before, and customers speak highly of me!" ”

In the world of giants, he served as Captain Chiz's bodyguard and protected him with a knife.

Chiz: (●—●)

Stanley, the merchant, didn't know how pitty the guy in front of him was when he was a bodyguard, so he smiled and nodded, beckoning him to follow.

His convoy was small, with five wagons, four of which were loaded with merchandise and one with guests.

In addition to Wren, Stanley also hired two cowboys, a man and a woman, and the grooms in each carriage were also good marksmen and could work as guards, so there were eight combatants, which was not a small number.

Wren sensed it with the aura of the stars, the grooms are ordinary people, but the two cowboys should be extraordinary professionals.

It's not surprising that the average cowboy doesn't dare to dart anymore.

The leader of them is a wheat-skinned cowgirl.

She has a toned figure, shiny and shiny skin, and a good look, and her abdominal muscles can be seen when she straightens her waist to expose her lower abdomen.

Her eyes were like that of a female leopard, with a pouch on each side of her waist, and a reins in one hand, straddling a horse with red hair.

At 85 points, Wren looked at her for a moment and gave a score, which Hal and the old goat had taught him.

When you meet a beautiful girl, start from the four aspects of face, temperament, dress and figure, and give a score, they say that this can improve aesthetic ability.

Another male cowboy has a Chinese face, a scruffy beard and a slight vicissitudes of life, and looks about 30 years old.

He has broken gray hair, is tall, and has well-proportioned muscles.

He was wearing a yellow cowboy hat and was feeding the horses with hay, and when he saw Wren coming over with the black horse, he took the initiative to introduce himself: "Garcia, I've been a cowboy here for 11 years." ”

"Susanna, 26 years old, native." The heroic cowgirl's voice is melodious and crisp, quite beautiful.

"Wren, a native of Bushen City, I heard that this is very messy, and I am here to make a fortune." Wren smiled and said that the strength of these two people should be not bad, not a burden.

Giving him a roll of the eyes, Suzanne snorted softly: "It looks harmless to humans and animals, sunny and cheerful."

Little brother, don't tell me, you don't know how dangerous it is in there right now. ”

"How dangerous can it be, isn't it just a little slippery and a film?" Wren sneered, took out the revolver in his right trouser pocket and shook it: "My gun is already hungry and thirsty. ”

"Haha!" Denim Garcia slapped his gray jeans with his big hand and smiled heartily.

With a frown of curved eyebrows, Suzanne glared at Wren, the fierce girl on the plain, she would not be teased and blushing shyly: "Little ghost, flamboyant tongue, I hope you won't be scared and tremble!" ”

Wren was very calm, since he joined the Witcher Guild and drank with Hal and the old goat a few times, he had grown: "Flim, have you tried?" ”

Two days ago, he tricked Keisha into warming his bed for him, but in the end he couldn't help but do something to her, he was already on third base with Keisha, only ML away.

"Humph! Come less, get down to business, are you ranged or melee? Suzanne asked, not continuing to argue.

"Remotely." Wren opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Little brother, don't tell me that the knife on your back is an ornament." Garcia said slowly, holding a cigarette.

Wren spread his hands and looked innocent: "Used to cut fruit." ”

"Okay, I won't let you go alone, if something happens, carry it together!" Suzanne on the steed stretched out her arms and curled her hair up, catching a glimpse of a scimitar stuck in her burgundy jacket.

Garcia, who was holding a cigarette, shrugged helplessly and spat out a puff of smoke, he was a gunman, and he only had a small dagger in close combat.

Seeing this, Wren knew in his heart that Suzanne was most likely a [Black Warrior] or a [Knight], and Garcia was a [Gun Fighter], commonly known as a gunner, and the profession was divided into a branch of the [Mechanic] profession.

It may seem like a bit of a blur, but there is a connection between the mechanic and the gunner, and Hal is a mechanic himself, but he also studies the gunner.

There are some non-conflicting transcendent professions that can be taken at the same time, and the results can be good or bad, and sometimes vary from person to person.

However, it takes time and energy to study part-time, and it requires a lot of resources, so non-geniuses and rich people can't play at all.

If you go further, you may also create new classes, such as the [Shadow Hunter] of the Witcher Guild, which is a new class formed by the fusion and improvement of [Demon Hunter] and [Shadow Warrior], which has its own sharpness.

"When are you leaving?" Wren glanced up at the sun in the sky, and it was noon.

"After lunch, the boss Stanley is pulling people, and there's a carriage carrying passengers." Suzanne stroked the horse's mane and explained that she was the leader of the team.

It's not that she's necessarily better than Garcia, but she's a local, more familiar with the environment and trusted by businessmen, and some of the cowboys here can sometimes rob their employers.

As for Wren, his face is too young, and Stanley pulled him to make up the numbers, and even the remuneration is only half of Suzanne and Garcia's.

Wren knew this, and he didn't mind, he wasn't here to make money, but he paid attention to Susanna, who was a local and could come in handy when he arrived in Orange Town.

Knowing that there was still some time, Wren went for lunch, and he was impressed by a local specialty, scrambled eggs with cactus, which tasted good.

There is also a signature dish, fried rattlesnake, the taste is too heavy, Wren didn't dare to order it.

When he came out, the caravan owner Stanley had already pulled enough people, and Wren glanced at the passengers who were about to go to Orange Town.

A drunken brawny man in a plaid shirt. Next to him was a graceful woman with lipstick and fancy dress, smoking a cigarette and looking like a warbler.

There is also a man in a suit and bespectacles, who claims to be a folklorist, and on his left is a little old man with half-white hair and dry palms, who says that he is a soil doctor.

Tsk, what kind of cow ghost and snake god is this, sure enough, at this point in time, there are not many normal people.

Wren narrowed his eyes, the aura of the stars was not only highly concealed, but also very sharp, and Stanley probably didn't even know what kind of guest he was pulling.

He smiled slightly, pretending to be a sunny young cowboy, and stepped onto the dark horse he had just bought as if nothing had happened.

"Hiss!"

When the time came, the horses made a high, long chirping, and the guests got into the carriage with which the passengers were carried, and the four wagons were added, and the convoy set off slowly.

Suzanne took the lead, riding at the front, and Stanley, the caravan owner, roamed the middle of the group on a white horse.

Garcia and Rennes were in the background.

A small caravan can be described as full of talents, drunkards, young ladies, doctors, scholars, witchers, gunslingers, female knights, plus merchants and grooms, there is really everyone.

Wren reached out and pressed his hat and looked at the crimson canyon in front of him, smiling inexplicably.

It's a magical team, plus it's a place where ghouls are rampant and bandits are rampant.

If something doesn't happen halfway, then it's called a ghost, and sure enough, Bushen City is a historical city after all, and the security is good.

As soon as I came out, I found that there are still many magical places in this world.

"Wren, have you heard of the legend of the Headless Horseman?"