Douglas, who had picked up a clean corner and sat on the floor, didn't care about the other people's stares looking at him openly, swept the knife Anderson had given, and began to cut the wood in one fell swoop.

The unfamiliar environment and crowds put a certain amount of pressure on him, and he didn't like to be the focus of other people's eyes. As a result, he seems to be expressionless and steady as an old dog at the moment, but in fact, he is beating drums in his heart, and he can only calm down with the mechanical work of cutting wooden bowls, so that he can slowly adapt to this new atmosphere.

In the "rustle" sound of knives cutting sawdust, Douglas gradually got rid of the trouble of negative emotions and began to think seriously.

From the number of tents, it can be roughly estimated that there are more than a hundred people in the camp, Anderson and Don are of the same level, even if Anderson is slightly worse, it is impossible for there to be only such a dozen or so people under his command.

And Anderson himself doesn't sleep here. According to the rules of the "Red War" that the strong are respected, the strength of the people who live together should be about the same, and at most there is a team leader who is slightly stronger than everyone else......

If there is no accident, most of these people are like him, around Sequence Eight, and the strongest will not exceed Sequence Six—the team of the general official extraordinary is also this configuration, and no matter how high it is, it is the level of the "Red Glove" of the Night Church.

Add to that the "wriggling hunger" and Douglas feels like he won't be at least at the bottom of the food chain.

But he wasn't satisfied with that right now.

Two or three days ago, Douglas might have chosen to finish in two weeks, but if there was one lesson he learned from the witch affair, it was that waiting and avoiding problems often made him passive, and at least he should be active in intelligence gathering.

Putting down the work in hand, Douglas stretched slowly and relaxedly, raised his head and calmly met the eyes of the others, looking left and right, trying to find the one who took the lead.

Some of these people were tall, some had gloomy expressions, and some were fierce, but Douglas looked at it this way, and although they all showed contemptuous and defiant eyes and made obscene gestures, none of them really stood up and shouted "What are you doing".

Eventually, Douglas's gaze fell back on the only woman here.

The lady seemed to be keen on "fighting evil", holding another handful of cards in her hand, and without raising her head, she beckoned to the two card friends who were about to exit their pants.

Her appearance is not outstanding, but she is very attractive, and her bright tan eyes make people see her enthusiasm and heartiness at a glance; The short black hair was pinned behind the ears, revealing a fair neck, which looked fragile and defenseless; The white shirt has layered fabric trim and embroidery on the neckline and cuffs, typical of Indisian attire; A brown waistcoat, dark breeches and long boots that covered her calves added a bit of vigor to her heroic spirit.

When a normal person sees such a cheerful young woman, even if he doesn't feel close, it is difficult to be vigilant. However, Douglas slowly examined people from head to toe, and found that his first reaction was that there was no special sense of temptation, and she should not be a "witch".

"Witch" is not shallow...... Douglas looked at the progress of the hand, picked up the pieces of wood and continued to sharpen them.

In a few minutes, the Intis woman threw the last card to declare victory, whistled, flicked a Fair gold coin high and caught it, and finally glanced at him happily, and asked, "New kid, do you want to play two?" ”

Douglas, who was terrible at playing cards and didn't have a penny on him, also responded in a joking tone:

"If you win by playing cards, can you be the boss?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then smiled even brighter: "Good idea, you can try it." ”

"Don't get me wrong," patting the sawdust off his hand, Douglas picked up the short knife, stood up and moved his shoulder casually, "I'm just here to apply for the second-in-command." Will I be lucky enough to know your name until then? ”

"Vanna."

Spit out simple syllables, Vana fiddled with the cards in her hand and looked at Douglas with interest: "It's not easy to be my deputy, you have to 'convince' Wright first." ”

An unusually tall strong man stood up at her voice, his height was about two meters, and it was visually oppressive.

The taller body gives Wright a fairly wide reach. Douglas estimated that if it was pure hand-to-hand combat, he would naturally lose in terms of attack range, and a difference of twenty centimeters would make it difficult for people to attack the opponent's chin, temples and other unprotected weaknesses.

However, he calmly asked, "What else do you want?" ”

Leaning back, Fanna, who showed off her curves without shying away from it, reached out and pulled the broken hair behind her ear, and glanced at him meaningfully: "You have to have the ability to satisfy me." To be honest, your eye color is beautiful, which makes me look forward to the way you cry in bed. ”

Douglas: "......"

Although I know that you are open-minded in the Indisian manner, this sexual fetish is somewhat wild.

He silently stretched out his right hand and gestured to Wright, who had a somewhat helpless look, and walked out first. Other guys who couldn't sit or lie down also followed behind them, expecting to have some fun, and some of them were already making small bets.

By the time the whistles and cheers began to sound outside, all that was left in the tent was Vanna, who was sitting in place fiddling with coins.

Whoever wins, she won't be too surprised. As a "martial artist", Wright's frontal combat power in the low sequence is one of the best, but the newcomer can still maintain basic combat power after receiving Donn's "warm welcome", which is not too bad to think of.

Soon, the curtain was lifted again.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his forehead, Douglas limped over and sat down unceremoniously across from her.

Vanna raised her eyebrows, watched the other party politely wipe the blood on her hands on her clothes and then stretched out her hand to herself, and introduced herself expressionlessly:

"Douglas, Sequence 8 'Master of Tricks', Bounty Hunter from Beckland."

Winning is so embarrassed and pretending, she cares about face very much, but this model face is more in line with her appetite. Vanna shook his hand generously and reintroduced herself:

"Sequence 7 'The Magician', Intis, a member of the Esoteric Order. But for now, it's probably time to say that they are members of the 'Red of War'. ”

Esoteric ...... I know your leader's name is Zarathu! I remember Russell saying in his diary that Zarathu was the angel of Sequence 2, and I wonder if he is now as active in the real world as Medici...... Douglas finally found an opportunity to collect intelligence, and he also heard that the other party's second half of the sentence was a little self-deprecating, and asked: "Wherever the sequence seven is placed, they are all middle-level cadres, and the organization behind you has no action?" ”

"Unfortunately, I'm on a secret mission, the kind that few people know about."

Well, that means for a while the Secret Order doesn't know if you're lurking or captured, does it......

Before he could express sympathy, Vana suddenly asked, "You are a native of Rune, and have you heard of the legend of 'Orville' or 'Diran' at this extraordinary gathering in Rune?" ”

Orville, Diran...... Douglas thought about it for a moment and shook his head to indicate that he had never heard of it. Vana said no more and began to introduce him to the situation of "War Red".

Listening and listening, Douglas suddenly realized that there was some quiet in the tent, and couldn't help but turn his head to look in the direction of the door: "...... Why didn't they come in? ”

The curvature of the corners of Vanna's mouth, who finally waited for this question, deepened slightly, and some flickering fire reflected in her bright brown eyes, as if melting a pool of syrup: "This is the rule." The winner has the right to his spoils, doesn't he? ”

…… I didn't expect that the guys who would cheer people up, and throw a canned bottle to disturb the scene when they were unhappy had such a high quality.

I wouldn't be out there listening to the corners right now.

Seeing that Vana had a tendency to move closer to his side, Douglas only felt that his life was full of absurdity.

Co-author: I'm that "booty", right?

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"Hey! I heard that you were deceived by women in the past and went bankrupt and lived on the streets...... Hey, this bowl you sharpened, it's very chic, why did you cut it into a square? ”

“……”

Douglas, who was dipping the black bread in the vegetable soup and preparing for breakfast, slowly turned his head to look at Anderson, with a "do you want to listen to what the fuck you're talking about?"

Although he knew that gossip was human nature, he really couldn't imagine that in just one night, those rough men could use such a rich imagination around a sentence.

If it weren't for the "wriggling hunger" babbling of the morning glorification of the "true Creator," Douglas would have more or less beaten up his nominally own men to learn to keep their mouths shut and not judge the private lives of others.

"Don't worry." Anderson made a look of a passer-over and patted him on the back, "Everyone is well-informed, and your hobby is nothing, as long as you don't attack your brother." That has a bad impact and can make people question your taste in choosing a partner. ”

Tony, who was also passing by with a bowl of vegetable soup. When Donne heard this conversation, he casually added, "Yes, after all, Anderson has even conceived a child, and you can't compare to him even if you lose face." ”

The blonde pirate hunter didn't mind pretending to be a twist and pinched his throat: "You listen to my explanation......"

Douglas tactically leaned back and asked with some indescribable expression, "You can't have come from the 'witch' path, right?" ”

Anderson: "...... Your erudition is beyond my imagination. Don't worry, I'm a pure man. ”

"And what are you pregnant?"

Anderson put his hand into his fist and coughed twice, although the smile was a little helpless, but his expression clearly did not take the past experience seriously, there was a different kind of free and easy.

"Ahem, it's just extraordinary. You know, promotion from Sequence 5 onwards requires a little ritual assistance, and that's just part of the ritual. ”

It turns out that the promotion sequence five still requires a ritual, and I don't know if the ritual of the "apprentice" path is difficult...... Douglas, who had quietly acquired a little occult knowledge, closed his mouth and quickly solved the lack of salty and very lively breakfast, before re-provoking the topic: "Do we have any tasks?" ”

"Yes." Instead of eating, Anderson, who crushed the black bread into crumbs and put it in his pocket to feed the birds, replied casually, "After eating, we left for the city of Yetonave, where there is a more important church of the God of War, which is currently occupied by an apostate patriarch. ”

As he spoke, he drew a stick from the campfire and drew a rough diagram on the dry ground with the carbonized end: "Donn's party will go to Fort Maddenwally, one hundred and sixty kilometers away, the domain of a Duke of Einhorn, the nearest large city to the city of Yetonev, and a river connecting them. ”

Douglas, who had only a superficial understanding of the situation in Fursack, straightened out his thoughts and looked at Anderson with some strange eyes: "I remember, Einhorn and the apostate are hostile relations, what are we going to do in two ways." ”

"What to do? Needless to say, of course, to go to both sides to provide fire," Anderson smiled very happily as he threw the sticks, "let them fight more fiercely, so that they can fish in troubled waters!" ”