"Hiss~" Chen Jianqiu gasped.

He almost forgot that Holmes was a geologist at heart, and exploration was his profession.

Oil is the blood that runs in the blood of the United States of America, and until more than a hundred years later, the country is still searching the world like bloodhounds for traces of this liquid.

But now, in 1881, oil is not as important as coal, and people have not yet fully uncovered all the uses of this treasure.

Except for a very small number of visionary people.

Therefore, the people present, except for Chen Jianqiu, did not show too surprised expressions.

"So why aren't you allowed to do geological prospecting?" Chen Jianqiu continued to ask.

"Because that land has already been bought!" "But I don't think they can find anything to come up with, a bunch of idiots who only know how to make holes." ”

Chen Jianqiu suddenly understood a little, and he read the letter from beginning to end again.

"So this letter?" Chen Jianqiu looked puzzled.

"The Freemasons like to pretend to be ghosts, what they are." Holmes was still depressed, "I guess those fools can't find the oil anymore, so they'll sell the land directly." ”

Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized, no wonder he began to feel that the style of the letter was inconsistent, it turned out that the whole article was actually playing tricks.

This is completely a misunderstanding of making mistakes and making mistakes.

Another story of driving the aborigines out for the sake of the oil in the land.

The so-called search for the treasure with the oracle turned out to be looking for oil.

"But why do I think he's writing so exaggerated?" Sean pursed his lips.

"Freemasons have always been this way, and the few I know do." Holmes remained dismissive.

Chen Jianqiu was very emotional.

What Astor had heard, and what the man had said to his grandfather, was true, but the Freemasons had suggested that they start an oil business in addition to real estate.

That's right, it's about the rise and fall of their family.

As a result, the old man didn't move, and the fool directly formed an expedition team and came by train.

Poor Lokat also took his life for this.

As for the old mayor, it was even more miserable, he found an ominous letter out of nowhere, and then combined with the news that the treasure map was discovered, he made a move.

Both of them came for the prophets and oracles, not the treasure itself.

It's miserable.

"But the treasure on the human skin map should be real." Holmes added, "I've done some research based on some information in the past two days, and it's all right. ”

However, Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to be listening, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Oil, well, not bad.

After all the preparations were completed, the Eighteen Warriors finally set out on their journey into Nahua territory.

Following Holmes's advice, they prepared enough water and enough dry food.

Out of Lincolnshire, they soon found themselves in a wasteland.

After walking in the wilderness for three or four days, Chen Jianqiu finally understood why Holmes had asked them to prepare so much water and dry food, and understood the reason why the townspeople of Roseville were running away one after another, as described in the letter.

This wasteland is really barren.

During his few months of travel, Chen Jianqiu had seen countless western wildernesses, from the highland wilderness of Wyoming to the weathered wilderness of the interior of southwestern New Mexico.

But there is no one more desolate than this one.

At a glance, there is no end at all, there is not a single arbor, not even a cactus is rare.

What I eat every day, except for jerky, is bread that is as hard as iron.

There is no prey to be hunted here.

Don't say it's them, the corn has been flying in the sky for two days, except for the first day when he caught a rattlesnake for dinner, he also has to fly back to Chen Jianqiu's shoulder to eat meat.

At this time, it is already mid to late November, and the temperature difference between day and night is very large.

During the day, it may be 256 degrees Celsius, which is enough to wear a single coat, but at night it can drop to about 0 degrees, and it is not enough to rely on a deerskin sleeping bag, and the clothes have to be stuffed.

Because, this place is difficult to find even a shelter from the wind.

They had to form a circle of horses and wagons around the campfire, so that their loyal companions could shield themselves from the wind.

On the fifth day, what Chen Jianqiu was worried about finally appeared.

Someone's body can't hold on.

Not Holmes, who was not old and decrepit, nor was he the oldest high priest.

It's Adam.

He fell from his horse again.

Chen Jianqiu was riding a black radish at the front of the team, when he suddenly heard a "knock", he looked back, and saw Adam lying unconscious on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu hurriedly dismounted and rushed over with Teresa and Jerónimo.

Since the last time I fished at the lake.

Ignoring Adam's objections, Chen Jianqiu forbade him to forcibly turn on the shooter state again by drinking alcohol during the battle.

As for life, every time Adam could get the wine in his hand, there was only the bottom of the bottle. In Chen Jianqiu's words, he would rather pour out the wine than see this guy get drunk and fall to the ground again.

"Bastard! I'm not your father, why do you care so much? Adam looked at the bottom of the bottle each time, cursed, and then lifted his neck to finish, and then hung the empty bottle over his mouth and poured it twice, and finally reluctantly threw the bottle away.

"Old thing, don't be in a hurry to die, I haven't finished learning your tricks yet!" Chen Jianqiu shot back aggressively.

But every time, the corners of Old Adam's mouth would be filled with a smile.

But all this could not prevent Adam's condition from becoming more serious, his face became worse and worse, and angina pectosis appeared more and more frequently.

Teresa and Jerónimo, both helpless.

This is not a trauma that can be treated, and in the United States in the 19th century, such a disease was incurable.

"Everybody stop, fix it for ten minutes."

Everyone dismounted, and everyone leaned over.

"You all go and rest, and we'll continue on our way later." Chen Jianqiu said to everyone.

"Yes, let's go about our business, don't gather around here, Adam needs to breathe." Camila also came over.

Adam was laid flat on the ground, Chen Jianqiu was guarding beside him, and Camilla was quietly accompanying Chen Jianqiu.

"Chen, if there really is such a day, what will you choose?" Camila asked suddenly.

It seemed that nothing could escape this girl's eyes, Chen Jianqiu looked at Adam with a complicated expression.

"Maybe, maybe not, I never asked him why he joined us; He never asked me where I was going, where I was going. Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath.

"Perhaps, he and I have already made a choice."

Camila stopped talking and looked in the direction of the horizon.

The wind of the wasteland raised tiny pieces of sand and brought them to Chen Jianqiu's face, making his face hurt, and he had to press down on the brim of his hat again.

"Hey, why are you two guarding me with solemn faces? Get out of the way, get out of the way, I'm not dead yet. Adam suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly became like a man who had nothing to do, got up from the ground, touched the ground on his head, and patted the dust off his body.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything, just handed him the hat he had dropped just now.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to welcome guests." Camilla, who was looking into the distance, said suddenly.

Everyone looked in the direction of Camilla's gaze.

In the distance, on the horizon, a group of centaurs came in their direction.

Thank you for December 24th, Fan Chen's past, Xiao Qi's arrival, and Uncle De's monthly pass

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It's a little late today, and I'm sorry.

The first volume of the plot should be coming to an end soon, and the second volume of the plot is about to begin

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