Chapter 1028: Hunting in the Sand Sea (2)

Ten minutes later, Beddeville and the others walked out of a clothing store near the Grand Hotel, where werewolves and white bears had already replaced their tattered and lazy robes with crisp short-sleeved shirts and jeans, just in time for the hot midday temperature.

"It's hot, it's hot. Despite wearing a short-sleeved shirt, the white bear man was still sweating: "Obviously, it's just early spring." "Tropical, don't care. The werewolf wiped his sweat disapprovingly, and counted the change in his pocket. Obviously, it is just the cheapest clothes in the most ordinary clothing stores, and the shirts and pants of three people actually cost more than 3,000 Egyptian dollars, which shows that the price of goods in Egypt has risen really terrifyingly in recent years.

Bediwell subconsciously glanced at the depressed streets again. It's a suburb, so it's a no-brainer, but the streets are barren, the concrete roads are cracked and potholed in the sun, and there are no vehicles on the roads, let alone half pedestrians, and it's a bit too depressed.

"Egypt's economy is like this?" Elaine asked curiously.

"It is said that the Egyptian government has borrowed a large amount of foreign debt from Europe, and in order to pay off the debt, it is still raising the tax meow. "Heavy taxes and rising prices have made the people miserable. "Definitely. Bediwell glanced at the receipt of the clothes and found that the commodity tax accounted for more than half of the total charges, and couldn't help but let out a sneer: "If the government is not benevolent, the people will have a hard time." Egypt is really not a good country to live in for a long time. In contrast, whether it is Great Britain or Turkic, even Western Siberia is a paradise. "Uh, that's—that's an exaggeration?" Elaine snorted.

"That's how exaggerated. The werewolf snorted in a low voice: "Whether it is firewood, rice, oil, salt, or the most basic warm clothing, a kind country will control the price of these most basic survival materials at the lowest level, so that the poor people will not starve to death and die of cold; At the moment, it seems that it is the latter that the Egyptian government is here. "I've heard of meow too. "In Great Britain, the price of coarse salt and edible blended oil is very cheap, and if you can't afford it, you can get it at a specific welfare institution, but in Egypt, the price of each packet of salt is frighteningly high, and more than half of it is a commodity tax meow... "How, how can this be... After hearing this, the white bearman's face changed in surprise.

"All in all, the country just sucks. Bediwell coughed dryly: "Don't say it, let's go to the city center." "But, but," the White Bear Man asked, puzzled, "where are you going to find a job?" Bediwell replied lightly: "If you want to get all kinds of information, you usually start with the bar." The three of them headed towards the city center, but they did not expect that in a dark corner of the street, someone was secretly observing them, watching everything that Bediwell and the others said and did.

At the same time, the Grand Casino in Cairo.

"Uh-" Albert took his first step into the casino, with some hesitation. But Tiger didn't want to be regarded as a hillbilly who had never seen the world, so he suppressed the anxiety and panic on his face and swaggered down the red carpet of the casino.

"Yes, that's it, feel free. Palamides whispered, walking side by side with Albert. In fact, he was just as nervous, but he didn't show this qiē on his face.

Zhalfir, on the other hand, stiffened his whole body behind his father and the tiger man, and even his blue leopard tail was unnaturally straight, looking very restrained.

As orcs, it is inevitable that they will be watched by the people present. Many gamblers in the casino had already cast strange glances at the three cats, wondering how it was possible for these rude beasts to fit into high society. However, the [Horus] high-end suits worn by the orcs brought about a dramatic change in the minds of the human beings, and gradually people felt that the cats in the suits were not as rude and vulgar as they imagined, and thought that Palamides and the others were rich people from some country.

Palamides walked around the casino slowly, observing the changes in people's expressions, and at the same time instructed his two companions: "Listen, this is our first day in the casino, don't act yet, and don't spend a child on gambling." It's never too late to see the shape of the casino. "Understood, understood. Zhalfir's hands were in his trouser pockets, clutching a few chips in his pockets. That's his entire net worth, and he wasn't going to gamble at will.

"But it's boring to observe the shape shì all the time here, isn't it?" Albert cast a pitiful look at Palamides: "It's good that you are responsible for observing the shape shì, I'll walk around and see if there's anything new, okay?" The leopard warrior scratched his head: "You're really a curious little tiger... Well, this chip is for you, although it's not much, but you take it and go play. He shoved Albert a hundred-dollar chip like a candy for a child.

"Hehe, that's great~" Albert ran away with the chips, and was as easy to coax as a child: "Half an hour is enough, right? I'll be waiting for you in front of the lobby of the casino in half an hour." "Okay, don't get lost. Palamides grinned as he watched the tiger's back disappear into the crowd of people in the casino.

"Is there really no problem with Mr. Albert?" asked Zhalfir, worried.

"He is penniless, and even if he loses money, he will only lose a hundred dollars, so there is no need to worry too much about him. Palamides smiled disapprovingly, "And he just helps us distract us so we can act." "Because, what Palamides intends to do next, although it is far from being linked to Qianju, is by no means a legitimate act.

At the same time, in an underground tavern in downtown Cairo.

In the dim light and the stench of alcohol, there were a few drinkers sitting on the ground.

It's one o'clock in the afternoon, and it's far from the evening rush hour, so the tavern is very crowded, and no one usually comes except for a few drunks who spend their days in the tavern.

But this very deserted tavern welcomed three uninvited guests today.

Bediville pushed open the door to the bar and walked down the stairs into this shady little pub built underground.

"Welcome. The tavernkeeper reflexively exclaimed.

He was shaking the bottle vigorously, as if concentrating on making some kind of cocktail of his own making, and when he saw three orcs dressed in ordinary clothes, he casually asked in not very good English, "Do you want anything to drink?" The werewolf sat down at the counter: "Give me a pint of barley beer—these two children don't have to drink anything." "I'm an adult. Segrade gave the werewolf a disgruntled look.

"I, so am I... Elaine also seemed to have a slight whisper.

But when Bedeville glared at the two men, they sat down honestly and said nothing.

"Guest, it's your beer. "The owner brought you a glass of beer with white foam.

"Thank you. The werewolf took a sip of the barley beer, the mellow aroma of barley and the bitterness of the hops spreading through his throat. With this slight drink, the werewolf pretended to be sophisticated, and plucked up the courage to ask, "Boss, is there any job in the city that you can take up lately?" "Oh, you want to take the job?" The bar owner swept his gaze to Elaine's back. After looking at the rhino horn greatsword, the boss's eyes looked at the spear and shield behind Segrade's back. He finally set his gaze on the dagger at Bediwell's waist.

As if to confirm the excellent workmanship of these weapons, the boss was a little relieved, but still asked stiffly: "These guests are fresh-faced." You really have no problem with your skills?" "Don't worry about our skills. Bediwell took out a stack of bills from his bosom: "Here are twelve thousand dollars, a guarantee for the three of us." If things go wrong, we can confiscate the money - but if things go wrong, we won't have the life to come back and get the money, hehe. "Very good, this little brother is very good. The boss carefully counted the money, but did not take his eyes off the werewolf's muscular biceps for a moment. That's one of the reasons why Bediwell changed into a crisp, short-sleeved outfit – flexing her muscles in front of recruiters.

"Come with me, then. The tavern keeper opened the small door of the counter and motioned for the group to follow him. His figure had already disappeared into the darkness of the backstage hallway.

"Really, really, is it okay?" said Elaine, looking uneasy.

"No problem. Go ahead. Bediwell crossed the table.

(If you're deceived, just smash this store, there's nothing to be afraid of.) "Don't touch anything, don't eat or drink anything along the way, understand?" the werewolf instructed, and walked down the dark hallway.

"Got it. Zhalfir nodded in return.

As soon as Bediwell stepped into the porch, he immediately realized that he was descending the stairs. After walking through a staircase of thirty or so steps, he immediately entered a small room similar to an underground intelligence station. In the dim light were rows and rows of benches, and the walls were plastered with posters of all kinds of wanted criminals. The tavern owner sat at the counter at the end of the room, using an old computer to send and receive information.

"Come on. The boss called out to the three young men: "You have just arrived, so I will give you a simple commission first." "What about the contents, and what about the pay?" asked Bedeville, leaning over and asking briefly and to the point.

"See for yourself. The boss just printed out a list from the computer and handed it to the werewolf youth.