The search went well, there weren't many cubicles and hidden roads in the room, and boxes of skins and spices were searched out and carried outside.

And Rhodes was also counting the goods outside without listening.

"These are the three wolf skins, this is the finest wind reinguideer skin, this is the spice konjac cloves, it can make good perfumes, and the nobles love this thing the most. This is the main material of drunken gyro pollen, a psychedelic agent. This is the natural hemostatic agent that is most popular among mercenaries and demon hunters. ”

Rhodes exclaimed as he counted them, "These damn thieves don't know how many merchants they have robbed, so many things, and they don't know how much they will sell." ”

"It seems that the harvest of this trip is really good. Simon laughed.

"I just don't know which goods belong to which guy called Nelson. Rod laughed.

"Well, we'll know when he comes out. Simon laughed.

"There are so many things, I look at them and my eyes are red, I think a lot of things are not just obtained by robbing a family, I am afraid that which kid will falsely report the number and want to share the rest of the benefits. Rod said.

"Don't worry, with me, he doesn't dare to do anything. Simon said.

"I hope so. Rod nodded, and proceeded to begin counting the goods.

The searchers inside carried more goods one after another.

Then Simon saw Nelson walk out, with a pocket in his hand.

He quietly walked up to Simon and said, "Mr. Simon, the crystal nuclei you mentioned, three first-level crystal nuclei and one third-level low-level fire crystal nucleus are all here, and there are two first-level low-level earth crystal nuclei inside, which should also be regarded as a gift to Mr. Simon." ”

"Mr. Nelson, what you said is not right, the crystal nucleus does not belong to you, it was snatched by robbers from others, and now it is ownerless, and our Divine Punishment Mercenary Group defeated and eliminated that group of bandits, this should belong to us, not from your gift. Simon corrected.

Nelson laughed abruptly, "You're right, I misspoke." ”

Rod saw Nelson deflated, and his heart was inexplicably dark.

Meloti came over at this time, and he said softly: "Mr. Nelson, one of these goods has been moved, and I don't know which ones belong to you." ”

"There are a lot of goods here, and I need to take a closer look, but a lot of the goods are familiar to me, and most of the goods here belong to the goods that we were going to ship from that time of transportation. Nelson laughed.

"Most, so many?" said Meloti.

"Yes, that time we borrowed a lot of money from some friends, and we were going to make a big deal, and we stayed in Oak Town for many days, and after buying a lot of goods, we didn't expect to meet robbers at the foot of Gray Fox Mountain, and our brothers were all dead, especially Harvey, who was hacked to death by them in order to protect me, and died very entangled. ”

"I have deep sympathy for what happened to you. Meloti comforted.

"Thank you, beautiful lady. Nelson thanked him, then he turned to Simon and said, "Mr. Simon, I have a request. ”

Mrs. Simon said, "Mr. Nelson, please." ”

"I want to say if I can kill the last remaining enemy with my own hands, so that I can avenge my dead brothers. Nelson spoke his request.

"Absolutely, it's your right. Simon made a gesture of please.

"Thank you. Nelson thanked.

Then he drew his cross sword and walked towards Reagan, who was not far away.

Reagan cowered in the corner, his hands bound by rattans, unable to move any longer.

He watched these people carry the boxes of goods from his team's nest, and he didn't feel anything, money and wealth seemed worthless in front of life.

The only thing he thought about was how long he could live, and how long the other party could let him live.

Knowing that he heard the rustle of footsteps on the snow, he came back to his senses from his musings.

When Reagan looked up, he saw a masked man with a shiny cross-sword, approaching him step by step.

He's coming to kill himself, is he finally going to kill himself?

Are they coming to kill Reagan?

At this moment, Reagan's fear was incomparable, and a slight paralysis of spasms spread across his body, and he felt a wave of incontinence in his lower abdomen, and the warm liquid warmed his lower body.

"Haha, look, this kid is scared to pee. ”

Reagan heard a mockery in his ears.

All he could see was the masked man with the D-key, getting closer, it wasn't the cross-sword, it was the scythe of death.

He saw the man raise his sword, he saw the corner of the eye of the face hidden under the hood with a mocking look that could not be erased, and he saw the cross-blade of the sword that he tasted reflected the white light of the snow, shining like the sun directly above his sight.

Fear, fear to the extreme, and a faint sense of excitement.

Reagan couldn't avoid the cross sword, he looked up and watched the shiny blade slash down, then he closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

The last thought on his mind at the moment was, Boss Cork, I'm here with you too.

Clang!

There was a metallic clatter.

Reagan's expected death did not come, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the young man named Simon fending the slash with a scabbard in his hand.

And the great force picked up the cross sword.

Nelson took a few steps back before he could stand still.

Nelson stood still, a little displeased, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simon, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing interesting?" Simon smiled slightly, "I just remembered that there was a question that I didn't ask you." ”

Nelson suppressed the anger in her heart and tried to calm her tone as much as possible: "What's the problem?"

"People don't have to rush to kill, but the goods that belong to Mr. Nelson should be claimed by Mr. Nelson, and then we divide the remuneration and Mr. Nelson according to the previous agreement, what do you think?" laughed Simon.

"Well, just do as Mr. Simon says. Nelson held back his anger and said, "But I don't know what Mr. Simon is going to do with other goods that are not mine." ”

"Those don't need to be dealt with, they are naturally the trophies of our God's punishment mercenary group. Simon affirmed.

"I think I understand what Mr. Simon means. Nelson said lightly.

"Then claim and count the goods, Mr. Nelson of the Golden Eagle Mercenary Regiment. Simon said flatly.