Under the guidance of the reception robot, Mo Ran and the others were the vehicles above. Most of the businesses in Redyali are together, while the living quarters are on the other side. After all, if you want to keep Redya's business prosperous, it is essential to provide a place for mercenaries or merchants to live.

Mo Ran sat in the car, or was hoisted under the car. As soon as he turned, he felt like he was going to fly out. When he was above, Mo Ran also took a rough look at the commercial area below. There are also some traffic platforms below, but there are still many people who choose to observe from above, and if they come across a store they want to see, they will go down to shop.

The property was not as comfortable as expected. It's a very humble little grid. These rooms are already very good in Redyali, which can be said to be a place where every inch of land is at a premium. Because of their size, they were arranged to have a room of only more than ten square meters and a height of just over one meter, so they could only live in it.

"It feels like it's a coffin bit." Rogge looked at the small space and couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Hearing his words, Mo Ran suddenly envied the cramped dormitory on Earth, at least it could make him straighten up.

"This is what a place to live. Rogge, you're too careful! Just as Mo Ran listened to Rogge's complaints, a soldier not far away came up and said loudly. Fortunately, he still knows what kind of place this is, and he does not communicate in the language of the earth, but in the language of God, otherwise it will definitely be a big trouble to be heard by someone who cares.

"That's where we can live at the moment." When Rogge saw the warrior, his originally complaining face instantly turned into a smile. "If you can find a better place, I don't mind."

Hearing Rogge's words, the warrior became a little dissatisfied. "You should know that these rooms are for those slaves." It is not known where the warrior knew about such a thing, but it is clear that he was very unhappy with his accommodation.

"You know, so what?" Rogge spread his hands. "If you can find a better place, I don't mind!"

"You should know that a good logistical supply is what can improve the combat effectiveness of the team. If you don't have a good rest, how can you have the strength to win? At this, the warrior almost almost yelled.

Those small rooms really don't seem to be able to get a good rest. The room had to be bent over, and there was no bed in the room, only a 30-centimeter-high cushion.

Such rooms were used to pretend to be slaves for slave traders who were to capture slaves on a backward and lower planet and then take them to some higher civilization to sell.

However, most of the people who can buy are very financially strong, and aesthetics are also very important. After all, these slaves, animals and plants who have left their original habitat want to adapt to the new place, and they must definitely pay special attention and protection. Without specific protection, those creatures or slaves would never have survived for more than a few hours.

"I know, private." Rogge replied coldly. "We've all learned these theories." When talking about the other party's rank, Rogge showed a rare seriousness. These people isolated him and Mo Ran, and he naturally knew that picking this issue at this time was not a matter of accommodation, but a matter of mutual distrust within them. Few of these people graduated with them at that time, and almost all of them were the police or the Xinggang garrison troops brought by the Jinghua in the later period, and there was no cohesion in itself.

The soldier heard what the other man said, and knew that Rog was suppressing him with rank, and he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He saluted and said he knew he was wrong.

"Rogge, I don't think he's wrong. If we don't have enough rest, how do we get those tasks done? Another soldier stepped forward and said. The private who spoke before walked into the distance at this time, obviously knowing that if it was reasonable, he would be crushed to death by Rogge.

Looking at this soldier, he can be regarded as a former robe, after all, he graduated from the same academy. Apparently the private was the one he had instructed behind his back.

"Don't I know that?" Rog took a deep breath, then looked at the warrior. Then he looked at the warriors around him. They should know from the elves by now that his starsands aren't worth much, and Captain Zod is pretty good to them. All they have now is the hundreds of Protoss trading gold in their hands, although it is in Rogge's hands.

"The kind of situation you are talking about can only be done when there are sufficient reserve resources!" Rog muttered, then looked at the warriors around him. "If we don't even plan this little resource, how can we support it until the task is completed? In this place where every inch of land is at a premium, do you expect to be able to live in a villa? ”

"We can choose missions that are slightly more dangerous and have enough bounties." The warrior immediately retorted. "We have seen several missions that can be looted before, and we are confident that we can complete those tasks, and the rewards are enough."

As he said this, his voice quickly lowered, and it looked more like a growl. After saying that, he just looked around to prevent anyone from secretly observing.

As he thought, the Shewi had been secretly observing the behavior of this race that had never been encountered before. Some bad words such as "aggressive, disunited" have been nailed to them when they don't know it.

"No weapons, no information. That's it, how did you graduate. Hearing his words, Rog rushed forward, grabbed his mecha outer frame, and pulled his face directly onto his somewhat fat face. Staring at him. "If you can take us back alive, you will come. If you can't, you don't have to say anything. ”

Speaking of which, Rogge just angrily pushed him away. Then he looked at the warriors around him.

Rogge spoke the most realistic things. These are all things they have considered before, but they have deliberately avoided. They have no weapons, no information. While the rewards for looting the Browns were great, no one knew what would happen to them. Besides, they don't have any decent weapons in their hands.

As for the blasters, the kind of weapons that would reveal their technological prowess were no longer available.

"You know, we're in no situation right now, and if you don't want your stupidity to kill all of us, say less. If you want to go back, then do something useful. Rogge said, looking at the fighters.

Obviously, going back was what all of them were looking forward to. But they also know how slim it is to execute. It's hard for them to survive even here now. Although they will follow the escort of the merchant ship during the mission, they will not even be able to complete the set mission without advanced weapons, and the caravan will not give you everything. In the future, even when doing raiding missions, you have to prepare your own spaceship.

However, these are not things they can think of now, because even the things in front of them have not passed, and they naturally have no right to talk about the future.

Apparently this time Rogge was angry. Naturally, he could choose to break up and go their own way. No one thought of him when he was isolated. Now that they have been wronged like this, they are complaining in front of him and making demands. Rogge wasn't that good-natured.

Everyone was silent, and what Rog said was something they had to face.

"Maybe we can do the tasks separately, which is safer than taking one task after another." At this time, a soldier came from the other side, and he said in a deep voice. He looked at the warriors on the side, and it was clear that they were planning to separate their missions.

Rogge wanted to say something, but found himself without enough reason to reject such an idea. And once they do this, it is inevitable that their team will face a way to disband.

Looking at the warriors behind them, Rogge suddenly felt a trace of helplessness. There were more of them than him and Mo Ran, so when the last resources were only concentrated in his hands, he would also need to face the imbalance of everyone.

"Besides, if something goes wrong, it can prevent us from all being trapped." This is the best way to spread your risk.

Rog knew that this was the best thing to do, and besides, the mission he had received only required five or six mercenaries, and he didn't need all of them to participate. Then the rest of the people can't wait here.

"Okay!" Rogge knew what he meant by saying yes. It not only represents the dissolution of their team, but also means that they will take a different path in the future.

But there was no way around it, he didn't have much reason to reject the reason he put forward now, and if he didn't agree, it could lead to more trouble in the end. Diversifying the risk may be a better way now.

Then Rogge divided the hundreds of transaction coins on his body equally. Of course, this is also for the sake of counting elves. After all, now these elves of the Black Earth Clan are also with them. If you don't count them, you won't end up dissatisfied.

Besides, Gu Rogge knew that in addition to the elf elder, there was also a female elf who would follow him and Mo Ran. So after this distribution, he will get a little more, of course, this is Rogge's careful thinking, everyone doesn't know that the elves are not very united anymore, just like Rogge and them. I don't know why, but now the elves are divided into three small groups, just like them.

Watching Rogge divide the only trading money on his body, Mo Ran didn't know what he should do. Perhaps it would be best for Rogge to do so now.

"At most, these trade funds can only be exchanged for a good weapon, and with your size, it should still need to be specially crafted." After the people had shared the money, they all dispersed. It also symbolizes the dissolution of their group. Looking at those departing figures, Mo Ran didn't know what he should do. He even felt that some people might not see it in this life.

I don't know if it's because of his previous experience, but he always feels that some people really leave and never see each other again.

Looking at the backs of those people leaving, Mo Ran fell silent. However, his silence did not mean that the female elf would not say anything. She told them what they were doing. Originally, if they had the money, they would have been able to equip five or six people with some very good equipment, but now they are a little stretched.

"Is there a better way, Wanliu?" Rog lost his grim face and replaced it with a hint of flattery.

Mo Ran suddenly felt that this should be what Rogge should look like, not like before.

"So what are you going to do now? Do you spend all your money on gear, or do you invest it? Wanliu, the female elf of the Black Earth Clan looked at Rogge and asked, weighing the thirty or so trading coins she had shared with her right hand.

Hearing Wanliu's words, Mo Ran was a little surprised, surprised by the elves' ability to learn. They are now able to analyse some of the information they have received. The rate of progress is simply appalling. The very existence of such a race is very unreasonable, with extraordinary learning and analytical abilities, and their methods are the same as Rogge's previous practices.

Analyze all the situations clearly and let others choose.

However, it was Rogge who let those companions choose, but this time it was Wanliu who let them choose.

"Diversification." Thinking of such a word, Mo Ran just knew why the elves were also divided into three small forces. It's not that they are not united, it's that they, like their companions, don't want to put all their hopes on one person. It's not so much that they're internally divided, it's that they do it on purpose.

Thinking of this, Mo Ran just felt that these elves were a little frightening.

"You don't have to worry, after all, we have the same purpose. Helping you is also helping ourselves. The elder naturally saw Mo Ran's somewhat pale face, and he knew that Wanliu's words had already made him think a lot. We only have one hundred and forty or fifty trading gold now. What are you going to do? ”

"I don't know! It's because I don't know that I need your help! Rogge didn't seem to notice anything strange about these elves.

Originally, it seemed that humans had been sheltering these elves, and in the end they arrived here and were still alive, but now it seems that they have become the elves' tools to survive in the outside world.

It wasn't a great idea, but it always made Mo Ran wonder if there were any of these elves involved in their split. If this is the case, the progress and intentions of these elves are truly terrifying.

The more he thought about it, the more Mo Ran felt that his body was a little cold. It was a deep fear. He didn't even know what these elves had done when he didn't know it. But Rog didn't look surprised, as if he knew about it.