Moore was indeed upset by Hofho's twisting and self-pitying, but he didn't really want to say such hurtful things, just because he had never had a long mouth and eyes used to it, and when he opened his mouth, it was like muscle memory.

But seeing that everyone's mood had changed slightly, Moore didn't bother to reassure them, he took the lead in this voyage, in order to accomplish an extremely important event, and now the ship had to dock because of the ice on the sea, and the rest of the time could not be delayed for a minute.

"In the few days I've been away, I've been to a place where we used to stay when we were moving." Moore pretended to have verbally thanked Hofhoo for his help, and sat down by the campfire.

Regardless of how hot the water simmered in the iron pot was, he just drank it all anyway.

It was only then that everyone followed the light of the campfire to see what kind of horror Moore's face had frozen, as if he had just gotten up from the grave and had been pushed back to make up for his appearance and dress up again.

"Go, go get some snow outside the cave." Hofho has lived a rich life, and when he used to come to Sturgia to do serious business, he saw the locals smearing frostbite with snow to relieve the pain.

The privates quickly fetched the snow, and Hofhoe took matters into his own hands, picking up the snowdrifts and rubbing Moore's almost necrotic joints, despite the biting cold.

"There is good news and bad news." Enduring Hofhort's not-so-wonderful treatment, Moore once again pretended in his heart that he had verbally thanked him, "The good news is that the hiding place is still usable, and the supplies we used to hide there are still there, and we can move there if necessary." ”

"What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that the cave is full of dead people, and they are all vicious bandits, and the way to die is basically to have their throats cut, and a few other ......" Moore frowned again, as if he didn't want to say more in disgust, "Judging by the time, it will not be more than a week, but the weather is too cold here, and it may be longer." ”

"It's... I'm in trouble. Hofhoe also pondered, if what Moore said was true, it meant that a group of extremely powerful fierce men were still entrenched nearby, and the important goods that Hofho was going to transport were obviously treasures that would never be let go of this group of fierce men.

These treasures of Hofho may be a light to describe as priceless, and if they are used properly, it is not difficult to steal the country. Otherwise, with Hofho's current noble and prominent status, how could he risk it alone or even hire a half-bandit and half-merchant person to act as a guard?

"So what to do? The group of guys outside may be strong in naval battles, but they will definitely not be the opponents of such a fierce man after they go ashore. The implication of Hofho's words is obvious, the road is very dangerous, and it is necessary to consider staying for a while.

"We can't wait, we don't have to wait, pack up the goods, and we'll leave tonight."

"In such a hurry?"

Moore glanced obliquely outside the cave, and then said to Hofho faintly, "It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's the group of people you hired are in a hurry." ”

Yes, someone is in a hurry, no need to name Moore to say who it is, everyone can feel it with the atmosphere that has gradually rubbed in recent days, and the group of people who are already fierce by nature look at themselves more and more like looking at a delicious fat sheep.

This group of sailors on the surface, but pirates at heart, never have good intentions. Previously, it seemed that they could still suppress their desires with the amazing reward offered to them by Hofho, but now that the ships could not move, and the remaining food was bottoming out, the deliberately suppressed desires could no longer be suppressed.

Moreover, these pirates with unclean hands have already secretly pried open the wooden crates containing the goods, knowing what they contain.

It's either a lifetime of inexhaustible wine and beauty, or a noose that slowly tightens around your neck.

After seeing the benefits of the goods he was transporting, the other half of the commission that Hofho had promised to give after a safe return was instantly insignificant.

And bad weather and an uncertain fate have accelerated the process of expanding their desires.

Moore rested by the fire, as if his temperature was gradually rising, and the exhaustion of being frozen for several days had finally crept over his body, and the feeling of sleepiness kept coming over him, causing him to doze off completely uncontrollably.

But he still pulled himself together, barely stretched out his heavy eyelids, and put his palm into the thick burqa covering his body, "Hurry up, I didn't expect it to be a step too late." ”

Outside the cave, there were soon footsteps that Hofho and the others had expected but were not expecting, and those footsteps were dense and had a heaviness that the owner of these footsteps should not have.

"It's still here after all!" Hofho snorted, although he was reluctant to admit it, but at this moment, the group of people who were digging the ice outside probably did not come specifically to welcome Moore back safely.

There is no need for Hofhoo to give orders to the private soldiers, in fact, Hofhoo also knows that he is a pure businessman who does not understand military affairs at all, even if he has itchy hands and wants to have a good time commanding the battle, he will be very rational after weighing the pros and cons.

The privates also liked Hofhoe's uncommanding style, so they didn't have to be tied down, and in a minute or two they helped their colleagues dress each other in armor based on three layers of chain mail.

The private soldiers held the dangerous position of entering the cave, three armored pikemen, three armored crossbowmen, and six of them swept away the slightly decadent temperament before, their hands and feet were clean and neat, and their eyes were full of essence.

The private soldiers that Hofho spent a lot of money on cultivating were not mediocre people, almost all of them were veterans who rolled over from the wars between Valandia and other countries, although they had been fattened by the privileged life of these years, but the combat skills and survival experience were not forgotten at all.

They are the courage of Hofho to dare to sail with a group of unclean people. Exactly the same private soldiers, Hofho has many more in various parts of the mainland, and even the guards staying by his children's side are mostly pawns that he secretly planted, only because these six people he can absolutely trust and his mouth is strong enough, he only brought six private soldiers with him.

"Mr. Hofho, I'm finally seeing you again."

"But I don't think you and your people seem to welcome me."