Chapter 1029: Hunting in the Sand Sea (3)

Bediwell took the power of attorney and quickly glanced at it:

Power of Attorney No. 1000711728: [Caravan's Bodyguard] Mission: Escort the entrusted caravan, the Muhammad Caravan, to the designated location.

Reward: After completing the mission, each accompanying bodyguard will receive 5,000 Egyptian coins. Those who are superior will be rewarded with additional rewards.

Note: You will pass through the Sahara Desert along the way, and it is very likely that you will encounter the first level of dangerous creatures in the desert - the Desert Devil Shark, please be prepared for battle.

"Hmph—" Bediville pretended to be sophisticated, deliberately not mentioning the [Desert Shark], which he had never heard of, but asked about something else: "Where is the [designated place]? How long will this commission take? We can only stay in Cairo for two days, and we can't take the commission to spend time." "[The designated place] can't tell you, but ask the client for details. A slight displeasure crossed the boss's face, "But don't worry, the caravan has its own sand boat, and a trip back and forth on the desert will take about half a day at most, which is very fast." In my opinion, this is simply a low-hanging fruit, and I won't lie to you. "Good. I took this commission. Bediwell accepted the power of attorney. Five thousand Egyptian dollars per person is not much, it is just the capital of the mortgage money that has been earned. But everything is difficult to start, and it is better to have money to make than nothing.

Listening to the sound of the tavernkeeper tapping on the keyboard, Beddiwell couldn't help but wonder, "Where are we going to connect with the caravan?" The tavernkeeper seemed to have delivered a certain piece of mail, he stopped and smiled mysteriously: "You don't need to look for them, they just happened to have someone nearby to answer them, and they will come right away." In less than ten minutes, a middle-aged man walked down the dark, narrow staircase connecting the tavern to the underground intelligence station and came to Bediwell and the others.

The man's face was brownish-red, and his skin had been dry and cracked by the sun.

He was dressed in a white robe wrapped in gold, with a white cotton wig very Egyptian-style, and a staff made of ebony in his hand. From the heavy gold necklace to the gold bracelet covering his arms, the gold ornaments on this man's whole body seem to be showing off his rich (local) status to everyone.

"Are these kids just the bodyguards they said they were going to be?" the middle-aged man looked at Bedeville with a little suspicion, "It's too tender, it's still a dwarf." Sturdy is sturdy, but not strong enough. A faint bruise appeared on Bediwell's forehead.

He glanced up at Elaine, the tall white bear man, again: "This one is fine, but I need to lose weight." The white bearman's face flushed with shyness.

He glanced at the leopard man young Segrad again: "This one is the thinnest." And what's the deal with this weird blue hair??," a cold sweat oozed from Segrade's temples, "It's a natural meow." "That-" Bedeville suppressed his anger, "Orcs don't have the same muscle structure as humans, and it's very difficult to develop a lot of muscles. Enough is enough. "Well, well, even so. The middle-aged man, who had a slightly rich (earthy) temperament, knocked on the stone brick floor with his cane, "I am the deputy head of the Muhammad merchant group, Seth Mohammed. Nice to meet you guys. The young leopard man nodded: "I'm Segrade Palamidadis, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Deputy Head of Muhammad." Muhammad gave Segrad a blank look: "It's the deputy head of the regiment, not the deputy head of the regiment." The white bear man's stuttering became stricter and stricter: "I, I'm Yi, Elaine...... Belch... Elaine Bols. "E.Elaine Bols? Hmph, strange name. "The deputy head of the regiment seems to have a strange misunderstanding.

"Bediville. The werewolf said lightly.

"It's just [Bediwell]?" asked the deputy head of the regiment, narrowing his eyes and skeptically.

"It's just customs, don't care. If you really want to call me by my full name, you can call me [Bedivir of the Eskimo]. "It's a mouthful, though, the werewolf thought.

"All right, Mr. Beddyville. Deputy Head of Muhammad nodded perfunctorily: "The caravan is about to depart, come with me." "Horse, horse?" Elaine was not at all prepared.

The deputy head of the regiment gave the white bear man a blank look: "Of course, right away." Every minute of doing business is money, do you still plan to let the caravan wait for you here for half a day?" Bediwell and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while. Sigh Mohammed has already set off and left, and the werewolves have no choice but to follow. There shouldn't be a problem... Even if the other party is a liar, with Bedeville and the others behind him, he will definitely not suffer, and it doesn't hurt to follow.

At the same time, the Grand Casino in Cairo.

Palamides pulled his eldest son, Zhalfir, and stopped to watch in front of a Losiya roulette wheel.

In charge of the roulette wheel is a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties, who is still charming despite being a half-aged. But the black-haired woman's spinning technique is simply amazing, no matter how the gamblers bet, she can control the wheel and let the little ball land in the lowest odds grid.

Palamides didn't bet, just watched quietly. It seems to be a completely random turntable game, but because of the strength of the turner, the timing of the cooperation has become unbreakable, the woman turned the wheel three hundred times in an hour, not even a single mistake, the technique can be described as superb.

No way. A hope in Palamides' heart was dashed. Trying to make money from this Roulette game is wishful thinking.

At the same time, he also used his keen hearing to listen to the situation at the other table. It was a double six, and the dice cup was also a master, who could shake the big and small almost as much as he wanted. As you can tell from the weight of the dice, they have not been particularly tampered with. In other words, this is the strength of the dice shaker himself. Although it is not possible to control the number of points with 100% accuracy, it is indeed impeccable that the craps shaker can control the outcome of the game according to the bets placed on the table.

This one can't be either. Looking at the form on the table to place bets, it is still possible to make a small amount of money, but it is impossible for the dice player to make a lot of money from this gamble.

All that's left is the card game. Blackjack, baccarat, pai gow and stud, these games all depend on luck and have a lot to do with the dealer's cards. If the dealer is out of a thousand control cards, gamblers will never be able to reap the benefits. The question is, with hundreds of gamblers watching such a large casino, can the dealer quietly pay out a thousand?

Palamides winked at his son and motioned for a look at the game.

"Do you want to see meow?" Zhalfir stood all day and began to complain, "Dad, do you want to bet on meow?" I was tired from standing all day, and I was almost bored if I didn't do anything!" If you want to make money, of course, you need to look carefully at the shape. Palamides tapped his son on the head.

"Dad, you're not observing the shape at all, but hesitating. Zhalfir was unconvinced: "It's boring." I think I'd better go back to sleep, meow. "Tsk-" The leopard warrior saw his son yelling there, and if he continued like this, it would only cause a commotion and attract the attention of the casino. In a hurry, he hurriedly took out a hundred-yuan chip and stuffed it into Zhalfir's hand: "This is your pocket money, take this and." He thought that the eldest son was as easy to pass as a little tiger, and just a chip could make Zhalfir hesitate for a long time, worrying about how to spend the hundred yuan. But Zhalfir showed a look of dissatisfaction: "It's only a hundred dollars, this is not enough to buy candy to eat, Dad, you and I am a three-year-old child?" "Bastard, the round table trial only gave you five thousand dollars, do you want to spend them all?" "Palamides scolded as he stuffed Zhalfir with more chips - in fact, he just stuffed four more chips worth a hundred: "Okay, there are five hundred dollars here, you can play whatever you like!" "It's almost meow." Zhalfir immediately rejoiced: "Without me watching, dad, don't spend money in the casino! Just like Mr. Bediwell instructed, you should retreat if you lose a maximum of five thousand dollars!" "It's noisy! Do you still need to worry about Lao Tzu?" Palamides angrily slapped his son's forehead: "Get out!" "Hmph! Daddy is so hateful!" Zhalfir covered his forehead and made a face at his father with his tongue and ran away.

This kid is already eighteen years old, how can he still look like a little ghost who doesn't grow up. Palamides wondered.

No, is it eighteen, is it seventeen, eighteen, nineteen? Paramides tried to recall the years of his children's birth, but found that he had no impression at all. What year were Zhalfir and Segrade born? Thinking about this, the big cat not only felt guilty. I didn't expect to forget even the children's birthdays.

That's fine. Palamides collected his mood and squeezed out of the crowd, intending to inspect the situation at the next table. It's either stud, blackjack, or a card game to observe.

What his son Zhalfir said was not wrong, it was quite boring to keep the money in his hands and not gamble, and it might arouse suspicion in the casino if it dragged on for a long time. Palamides subconsciously put his hand in his pocket, and walked around, maybe it was time to gamble.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached into his pocket, he found that something was wrong. He didn't know when his pockets had become empty, and all the big chips in his bags had been stolen!