Experienced mercenaries and partners in the same close-knit hunting mercenary group naturally couldn't be someone Henry could provoke them to turn against each other with a single word, otherwise they wouldn't have existed until now.

This is why the sage leaves with only one sentence and chooses to talk to the oldest and most experienced hunter in the group - if Henry starts talking about his thoughts as directly as some young people do, the other party will be disgusted and will stand on the opposite side and refuse to accept his claims.

Only one sentence is enough to make the other party suspicious, and the old mercenary will naturally start an investigation after the other party raises suspicions.

The little gestures he made didn't explain to Mira that the twenty-odd people had been living together for a while and could be alone for too few moments - Henry noticed that something was wrong with the strong man who was the leader of the squad, mainly because of the previous details, and when it rained, the squad leader was visibly anxious when the group lifted the cart, and every brief hunting outing for some time had been led by the hunting expert and he stayed in the convoy.

Even if others noticed these two things, most of them would ignore them, after all, Ye was hidden in the forest, and there were many novice mercenaries in such an environment, so it was understandable that he was anxious - and the latter, as the two most important members of the team, the squad leader sitting in the rear and the hunting expert in charge of planning the operation obviously had to leave a pressure formation.

The so-called clues are there, but whether you have the ability to find them, or if you don't have enough knowledge to rely on for judgment, then you are blind. We have already mentioned that the dragon skin of the Aya snake dragon is more expensive than gold, and we also talked about how the various materials and staffing of the team are sufficient and complete. So how likely is it that a leader sent by an organization to perform such an important task, who is capable of doing the job that the captain should do, and who has done all the material and personnel arrangements in an orderly manner, will begin to feel uneasy about this situation like a young man?

Yes, maybe someone else prepared for it, or maybe it was the first time he was in this position that he was so nervous - but what are you willing to use to test this fluke guess, your life?

If his uneasiness and anxiety were due to the fear that he would collude with outsiders to steal the secrets of these dragon skins, and that every time he let the hunting experts lead the team out to hunt, it was to get away from him so that he would have the opportunity to do something like leaving a mark, then he chose to ignore this matter as a big deal and did not investigate it deeply, and when those cooperative bandits came running, guess what the mercenary captain would do in order to avoid leaking the news?

A bag of gold coins can make you work hard to keep a secret, but an arrow through your heart can keep you a secret forever.

Faced with an unexpected attack, everyone except him and his collaborators died, the goods were also robbed, and the disheartened team leader was either dismissed from his superiors after returning to the mercenary group, or everyone chose to forgive him, but he felt that he was responsible for killing so many companions and newcomers, so he chose to retire. After the curtain ended, he went to get the gold coins from the sale of the dragon skins with the bandits he had worked with and lived a happy life somewhere—if Henry's reasoning was correct, it was probably going to be such a script for the rest of the story.

Anyway, there is nothing new in the world, as long as anything is happening now, most of it has happened before, after all, feng shui takes turns, but people are still so many people.

Suspicion is only at the level of suspicion at the moment, and the sentence that Henry said to the old mercenary that evening two days ago was obviously to let him, an insider who knows more about the composition of the mercenary group and the identity of the squad leader, spy on the news - after all, he and Mira are just hired outsiders, even if the sage has the vision and ability to judge some details and raise suspicions, it is obviously easier for him to arouse suspicion if he walks around and spies.

The interests are the same, if it is really as suspected, after the team leader achieves his goal, everyone else who has nothing to do with will die - he is not worried that the old hunting expert is partnered with the team leader, which involves some power tricks, a mercenary group in order to prevent splitting usually let its cadres have a certain degree of competition between each other, decentralization advocates to avoid a single person having too many people to be confident and planning to stand on their own, not to mention poaching many members.

Therefore, this hunting expert, who is the second-in-command figure in the team, is absolutely impossible to wear the same pants as the squad leader, otherwise there is no need for him to deliberately break away from the other party - the sage thought so, and then at noon that day he saw the hunting expert running to discuss something with the squad leader, and then this time it was a few other orange mercenaries who stayed in charge, and only they went out hunting with a few newcomers.

The squinting old mercenary with a goatee, after two days of attention, and the suspicions in his mind fermented, were about to be tempted.

'What an old fox,' Henry shook his head, a little amused.

He and Mira continued to do their thing, not interfering with the rest of the team. The freelance mercenaries of the same level are naturally well versed in social relations and understand that the trick is almost useless, as for the young junior mercenaries, they all have a lot of interest in the only female member of the team without exception - there are naturally not a few playboys among the young people who are good at talking and flamboyant in the south, but unfortunately our Mira's status is higher than them and there is a language barrier, so they have not dared to try it for a while.

The status of women in the mainstream society of the whole Rigal world in this era was relatively low, although there were always outstanding individuals in each era who achieved many things that men could not achieve, but this still did not change the fact that they were generally disadvantaged. And because of this, when men who were born and raised in a male-dominated society and raised the idea of male superiority and inferiority meet women who are more capable than them, a wonderful idea begins to permeate their hearts.

It's a mixture of conquest and fear, one that wants to impress the other person and is afraid that it might fail.

Our Millet hasn't really realized it yet, but when she was weak a year ago, she was forced to interact with someone with her status or ability, and now it's rare to encounter it again. The kind of change of fate she was looking forward to had actually been achieved as early as when she embarked on this path, because a series of changes the girl now has a new level of control over the trajectory of her life, and things like being molested and bullied will not happen again - but she has long since stopped caring about it.

Each of us may have had the experience of taking action for a certain purpose—perhaps to change something, or to change someone's perception of ourselves—but as the action progresses and the degree of learning deepens, this initial idea seems to become less important, and all that remains is to make more sustained progress, learning and moving forward becomes an end in itself, unstoppable, pure and serious, just because of the simple desire to know more.

With this in mind, the natural future is immeasurable. Transformation is always a matter of breaking the old and creating the new, and if there is no fundamental change from the body to the mind, then no matter how much you learn, you will never use it on the right path.

After the rain, there was no need to worry about the books getting damp and moldy, and Mira sat quietly in the corner of the flatbed carriage and began to read and think in the bright sunshine, while Henry helped her with the half-handed sword. Small pieces of grinding stones are used as tools for polishing and rust removal, and diluted maintenance oil extracted from animal and vegetable oils is smeared on parts that are easy to embroider, and then wiped evenly with a cotton cloth to retract the scabbard.

The sage's own broadsword almost never needed maintenance, and now that she knew more, Mira could tell that it was not just the material, but also the way the surface was finished, but no matter what books she was reading or common sense, the girl could never imagine a steel that could be as strong as Henry's greatsword.

Her own one-and-a-half sword is already a high-quality weapon, and the hardness and relative toughness of the steel are very good, but even a longsword of this level, when swinging, a careless collision with a stone will still appear a little curl, and the blade must be polished and repaired - not to mention the full speed and vigorous engagement with other opponents' weapons, there is no weapon in this world that can be maintained all the time, and no matter how many battles will not be defected-except for Henry's Kramer.

The number of battles they had experienced along the way was not rare, and even if they did not count, Henry often used it to cut down trees when he was in the wilderness, and all kinds of sap and other liquids were bones, leather, and even steel, and Kramer's blades and sword surfaces were covered in viscous corrosive sap, or collided with solid substances, but Henry often wiped them and nothing happened.

The white-haired girl of Loan, who had a strange sword and curiosity began to grow with her knowledge, looked at her teacher and put her half-sword aside, and for a moment thought of these things, and stared at Henry with her sparkling eyes.

"......" the sage frowned, but the girl immediately shook her head, indicating that there was nothing to continue reading. The communication between the two of them is almost without words, the so-called close to the ink black, Henry is usually not a person who likes to talk, even if he occasionally wants to speak, the tone is often calm, the speed of speech is unhurried, and after getting along with him for a long time, our Luoan girl will inevitably become more thinking than talking.

It doesn't matter if they don't use words in daily communication, it's a proof of intimacy for them, but in the eyes of others, neither of them is good at words, plus the identity of outsiders and some misconceptions of young people in the southern city-states about girls on the West Coast, a young mercenary who has been secretly observing Mira for a few days, thinks that he is full of charm, and runs over to talk to her.

As we mentioned earlier, the large number of Solatins who came here has a West Coast-Solatin-Lamani Pidgin language, and naturally, many of the young people here have been exposed to some of these cultures. So, a young junior mercenary, who was not fluent in his pronunciation and could only speak a few basic words, but was still full of confidence, came to Mira with a smile on his face.

"Can I, can, take a look at your book, your paper—" said the young man with a lot of words, and Mira glanced up at him, then lowered her head and continued reading without saying anything.

The awkwardness began to pervade, and the peers behind him booed and laughed, and the young man seemed to want to go further, but Mira didn't bother with him at all, so he walked to the side in frustration. The more cheerful and sociable nature of the Southerners can be seen here, after the first young man's failed attempt to strike up a conversation, the others were not so frightened, seeing that he failed, the other young mercenary patted his partner on the shoulder and ran over confidently.

"Hey, miss, stop reading, come and I'll teach you something funny—" The young man, who had a better grasp of foreign languages than the man before, said in the West Coast lingua franca with a thick accent, and then Mirari ignored the man and continued to explain to himself, "Are you curious why I speak your language, hehe, I actually traveled there a few years ago—" "Please let me go." The girl spoke to him and said, "You are blocking my light." ”

“...... Belch. The embarrassment only lasted for a very short time, the southerners were born as eloquent businessmen, the young man changed the topic and planned to continue, but he chose a topic that should not be chosen: "Miss is at the blue card level at a young age, but it is still too hard for girls to do this kind of thing, have you ever thought about finding a man to be your bodyguard." ”

He said this with a grin, and then suddenly began to show off some rudimentary knowledge about combat and the like to prove that he knew the trade, but Mira ignored him, and when he had finished his muttering words, the girl spat out a few words in a calm tone that was very similar to that of her teacher.

"You can't beat me. "Poof-" "Puff-hahahahaha-" This simple sentence she replied in Lamani, so several people nearby burst out laughing when they heard it, Rao is eloquent In the face of such a fact, the young mercenaries could only leave in a gloomy manner, their perception of the simplicity of girls on the West Coast who were easy to be lured by rhetoric was a little changed, but the nature of the merchant destined these guys to probably make some attempts in the future- Anyway, the situation was uneventful, and there was a rustling sound in the nearby woods, and a few people who had gone out had returned.

This time there were fewer juveniles, probably because the environment was different, but the hunting team brought back a small deer, and it was clear that the creatures that existed on this side of the hill were larger in the gentler terrain and close to the well-watered area—both prey and hunters.

Mira looked at Henry, the few people who had returned looked a little tired, the nimble wild deer was not very easy to catch, several young people were panting, and just as the strong man who led the team walked towards the cauldron on the other side, the white-bearded hunting expert looked at the sage.

The white-haired Luoan Maiden looked at the two of them, and the hunting expert nodded slightly at Henry, while the sage was silent for a moment and responded with the same movements. (To be continued.) )