Chapter VIII: Contractual Guards

"The women who came in just now are too ugly, and they are as ugly as firewood."

"Well, it's just, such an ugly woman, who is weak and blown down by the wind, dares to cross the wasteland?"

"It's better not to be with them this time"

"Hey, it's not up to us to decide, it's up to the captain of the escort to decide."

"The quality of the hired guards is getting lower and lower, not long ago there were rumors that a team of hired guards intercepted their employers, plundered money and goods and fled, hey!

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"Your Baba caravan is also a big caravan, why are there only four guards?"

"Hehe, don't look at the fact that there are only four guards, but all of them are masters, and ordinary wild beasts can still deal with it. The main thing is that our master has a lot of slaves, and this is not enough to bring eight at a time, and the master also carries a beautiful meat futon, oh! If my master will let me hehe once, hehe......"

"Your Ora caravan is not bad, six guards, six servants, balanced strength, but there is no meat slave to entertain along the way, it is really ......"

"Our master is a well-known collector, and his eyes are full of only how to make money, save money, never lustful, and all his energy is spent on how to make money. ”

"If you don't spend money, what's the use of making money, your master is really a big fool. ”

"Don't say it, don't say it, our master is coming"

"Ao Nan, go and see, why hasn't the Winged Tiger Caravan arrived yet, they rely on their own strength, they are always late, we have been waiting here for five days, they are still collecting goods, the people who hired the guards should be almost there, everything that should be prepared is ready!"

"Master, everything was ready two days ago, and the person who hired the guards also sent a message, saying that they wanted to protect a family's training team and enter the wasteland together, and they could arrive tonight at the latest. ”

"They still take over business? These hired guards are really becoming more and more unpleasant, more and more unprofessional, and they don't understand the so-called truth that one thing cannot be the other? ”

Doomsday is in his room, after washing, this is relieved, his big feet stepped on that soft feeling, mainly the three or five thick appearance of the soft master, so that Doomsday is extremely uncomfortable, I didn't expect that the first time I had big feet actually gave a daughter called Chunhua a businessman, I knew that it was better to give a warm bed maid, oh, I can't give it! Xiangwei is invincible in the world with a golden snake wrapped in silk, between the sizes, I can't get stuck with half a little oil when I go all out!

After the doomsday eased down, he came to the hall where more than 20 seats were placed, and began to listen to some news, originally insisting on going alone with a few people, but the doctor's mother-in-law insisted on being with the merchants, saying that hiding in the caravan could avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

I think that with the caravan, there will be a lot of trouble.

Doomsday escaped out of the inn and entered the tavern next door, the tavern was full of people, Doomsday casually found a seat to sit down, and a scantily clad thick woman twisted the black and yellow waist of the bucket over, causing countless huge black hands to touch and hit along the way.

"Little white face, what do you want?"

Doomsday looked at the amorous maid, forcibly resisted vomiting, turned his head to the side, and said, "If you have any good wine, just come to the altar"

The maid thought she was very coquettish and beautiful, but she didn't know that this little white face didn't know the goods, so she snorted and left, and asked a fellow to send a jar of stoneware pots and a cup made of clay.

Doomsday poured himself a glass and craned his neck to drink it dry, but the wine felt so rough that it didn't even have a basic filter, and there were still purees and rice teeth left in the wine.

The liquor is cloudy, and the entrance still has a sour and expired taste, as if it was not sealed properly when it was stored after brewing, not only did it not play a basic fermentation, but it was a little sour and expired.

Doomsday squirted to the ground, and the roots of his teeth trembled with soreness.

Is this also a good wine?

Just when Doomsday was about to get angry, he saw a lot of envious eyes, and one of the big men with two knives in his back sat down at the table of Doomsday.

The thick man looked at the pot of wine on the table of Doomsday, swallowed his saliva, and then said to Doomsday: "This little brother, it seems that you can't drink! Such a good wine, I can't drink, it's a waste, why don't you invite me to drink, how about I take care of you more when I cross the wasteland?"

Doomsday Xiaoyao faced such an inferior wine, where is there still a little bit of meaning, seeing the rough man's eyes full of pleading, so he nodded.

When the man saw Doomsday Xiaoyao nodded, he couldn't close his happy mouth, and directly took the cup of Doomsday Xiaoyao, poured himself a full cup, and then tilted his neck and poured it into his huge mouth.

Doomsday Xiaoyao saw that his cup was used by him, and Dahan did not shy away from using it himself, but he felt a stomach ache.

The most surprising thing about Doomsday is that the man didn't drink it in one gulp, but still kept grunting in his big mouth and didn't swallow it.

Doomsday Xiaoyao felt his scalp tingle, and he was in the mood to overturn this tavern.

Finally, the thick man finished muttering and swallowed it in one gulp, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"My name is Wang Wu, the contract guard of the Baba caravan, if you follow the caravan through the wasteland, what will happen to me on the way?"

Seeing the big rough man push back the glass and the wine jar, Doomsday Xiaoyao felt an indescribable discomfort, so he shook his head and said, "It's all for you"

"Really? Great, you're so generous. The rough man Wang Wu didn't feel the discomfort of Doomsday at all, but thought that this was the generosity of Doomsday Careless, and the amount of wine in Doomsday was not enough, so he ordered good wine that he couldn't drink at all.

The stout man was so happy that he grabbed the cup and flask of Doomsday and began to pour himself a drink.

As Dahan drank happily, he also let go of his mind and began to talk about his deeds with Doomsday.

Through the big man's unwitting narration, Doomsday Xiaoyao quickly learned a lot about the customs here.

This place belongs to the three-way zone, adventurous business travelers from all over the world, or business travelers who have delayed important agreements to take this shortcut and cross the wasteland.

Under normal circumstances, it takes more than 20 days to walk through the wasteland, but it takes 689 or 70 days to cross the detour through many countries and mountain roads.

In this way, it is nearly forty-five days longer to travel through the wasteland to another continent than to take a detour, so although it is a bit risky to travel through the wasteland, it is precisely because it can travel an extra forty-five days, as a business trip for some adventurers, it means two and a half more trips than other caravans.

This is a gathering place for business travelers from various countries, and the silver tickets of each country are almost different, so the cost of traveling in the wasteland is carried out in real money.

Silver tickets are hard to use unless you come across caravans that pass by or trade with countries that issue silver tickets in your hands.

Doomsday suddenly thought that he had nothing but silver tickets in his arms, and there was not even a single silver or gold in his arms. So he asked: "I have some silver tickets here that can be used by Gaoyang Kingdom, Mingyue Kingdom, Blue Wolf Country, Nanshi Ancient Kingdom, and Blue House Country, I don't know who can help exchange them?"

The rough man Wang Wu looked at the inexperienced Doomsday and said: "Here, everyone is preparing to go to the Yatar Continent, and all the silver tickets on their bodies have already been exchanged for silver and gold, and then they can trade over there, who will work hard to exchange the silver that has been exchanged for you?"

Doomsday touched the bag of broken silver that Xiao Duo gave him, and suddenly remembered the conversation between himself and Xiao Duo.

"Xiao Duo, aren't you tired of carrying so much silver on your body?"

"There's no way, you often sell things with a hundred taels of silver tickets, and the merchant wants to find you broken silver, you don't want it, Xiaolan and I have become a warehouse of broken silver, I have accumulated more than a dozen broken silver bags, Xiaolan has more ...... there"

"You can do it, help me get some bags of broken silver."

"Hey, there are still a lot of silver tickets in my arms that have not been spent, which is a waste!"

"But it seems that I still have a lot of credit for spending money indiscriminately!"

Where is Doomsday Xiaoyao thinking wildly, and the rough man next to him suddenly smiled at Doomsday Xiaoyao: "Brother, you invite me to drink, and I will tell you a news." 'Bana', that big beauty can be hehe once for only half a penny, do you want to contact you, big brother, I will help you contact ......"

"Bana, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Doomsday was really unbearable in his stomach, and he vomited directly on the ground next to him.