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The sound of "Ping Ping Pong..." woke players up from their sleep early in the morning. It was rare to rotate to rest in the second half of the night. At this time, I could say that I hated my listening skills that were added to level 7.

He rubbed his eyes and crawled out of the sleeping bag, cleaned his clothes, wet his lower body with the water in the water bag, and then jumped out of the carriage. Looking in the sound, he saw two indigenous people holding sledgehammers and knocking alternately on the wheels of a carriage.

Pulling Barrett on the car railing, the noodles pointed to the indigenous people's confusion last night, waiting for the insiders' answer.

"Do you remember the carriage we used before?" Barrett, who had been patrolling outside for most of the night, seemed to have no intention of talking.

The noodles suddenly realized: "It turned out that the axle was broken! No wonder I was busy driving early in the morning."

"No! It's not broken yet. However, during the morning inspection, I found a saw mark as thick as a hair on the axle. If it is not handled at the moment, if something happens halfway through, it will have a negative impact on the entire convoy." Barrett said while yawning a few sleepy yawns.

"What a group of guys who like to disturb people's dreams!" Noodles said and stretched, "It seems that those people have not given up their first attempt yet."

"In order to monopolize this privilege, the long-standing caravans are willing to pay far more than the relevant direct benefits." From when, Mr. Huggies suddenly appeared beside the two players.

The Halfling Wanderer felt a little confused about what Mr. Huggies said: "Monopoly?"

Regarding the doubts about noodles, Mr. Hakis sighed: "The high price of the first batch of northern goods in the New Year. At first, it was just the reward for the caravans that were brave enough to explore. I don't know when the opportunity to obtain them has been monopolized by several large caravans."

"Can such a thing be monopolized?" Noodles were very puzzled.

Barrett, who has experience in internal testing, has a certain understanding of this: "Those chambers of commerce should take turns to control this annual violent trade opportunity in early spring. Once someone dares to challenge their authority, they will be suppressed by the power of those chambers of commerce!"

"It's not entirely a turn to take control. After all, there are not many towns in this area that can afford the price, enough for those caravans to divide up. However, the towns the caravans go to every year will be different from the previous year..." Mr. Hakis seemed to have nothing to be busy with, and explained in front of the two of them.

"This is the best way to ensure the balance of interests of all parties. It will prevent the monopoly group from causing civil uneven distribution of spoils." Barrett, who touched his chin, then turned his head to Mr. Hakis. "In this way, the behavior of your caravan is regarded as a provocation to their authority? Those who regard you as troublemakers will not easily let you do what you wish."

Mr. Huggies shook his head with a wry smile: "We have experienced this kind of thing last year. I thought I had prepared more fully this year, but what I didn't expect was that those guys' responses became more powerful."

Barrett, who felt a little bleak and lonely from this middle-aged man who was a little premature and aging, found that it was really not good to say anything to the person in front of him. After all, the other party was the employer of the players. You can't block the faces of so many people around you so much, just pour cold water on them!

Barrett, who scratched his head, had to try to remind him in a roundabout way: "I think in addition to the high prices of the first batch of northern goods in the New Year, the caravans and the chamber of commerce behind them value more the corresponding reputation of the first batch of goods shipped over! Through this special trade that is almost like competition, the reputation of those caravans will continue to spread and continue to fall into the hearts of the people..."

"I understand what you said! But those guys have eaten meat for so long, so others should have a sip of the soup." Mr. Hakis was not shaken by Barrett's words. It can be seen that someone had reminded him to pay attention to this matter more than once.

Of course, Barrett didn't feel that he was so good that he could persuade the unfamiliar caravan leader in front of him that had already made the decision. So the words he just said were just reminders, but did not express his bias and opinions clearly.

At the same time, Barrett wanted to know the purpose of the caravan leader coming in front of him, so he asked straight to the point: "Mr. Hakis, just say whatever you have! I don't think that as the leader of the caravan, you can take the time to chat with us on such a busy morning."

"He told me about the previous events. I really appreciate your help." Mr. Huggies seemed to have suddenly lowered his figure.

This sudden change made Barrett feel a little overwhelmed. But then he knew in his heart that Mr. Hakis in front of him must have something to ask for. He did not want to know the inside story of his attitude and waved his hand: "Don't! Don't interfere! Since we have signed the agreement, we will naturally complete our tasks well."

Mr. Hakis, who saw Barrett's words, nodded with a smile: "Yes! Since it's a mission, you will definitely complete it! Then we will come to find you again when we are ready."

Then Mr. Huggies turned around and left, looking at the other party's seemingly staggering steps. Combined with his previous thoughts, Barrett seemed to have understood the other party's ideals and persistence. However, this does not mean that Barrett would stand on Mr. Huggies' side from his heart - both sides were just passers-by after all.

"Barrett, what does that Mr. Huggies mean?" It seemed that he had guessed something, and he was not looking at Barrett very surely.

Barret nodded: "He is planning to clear out the unstable factors in the caravan!"

"But in this way, the speed of the caravan will probably be further dragged down! How can they compete with other caravans?" Noodles seemed to be confused now.

Barrett patted the noodle's head: "Who knows! Maybe that Mr. Huggies has given up on fighting! Didn't you hear the loneliness he was just talking?"

"Is it good to change this habit? You will be slapped to death by the hair follicles." He said with angrily as he reached out to hit the noodles that strayed Barrett's palm.

Barrett, who withdrew his palm from Cancan, touched his nose bridge without hesitation: "Sorry, I'm used to it. And I have to bend down when patting your shoulders. It's very troublesome no matter how you say it."

"You should change this bad habit for me. Otherwise, I'd be easy to bully if I'm young." Noodles said as they thought that they seemed to have turned the topic wrong again. "How did you make sure that Mr. Huggies was going to give up the competition? This wouldn't be the result of your persuasion!"

"How is that possible! Mr. Huggies and I are not familiar with each other. How could he follow the advice of outsiders like me? In fact, I think Mr. Huggies had already given up on competition before coming to meet us!" Barrett paused, saying that, "I was not very sure at the beginning, but Mr. Huggies's tone of appeal should give me the feeling that he would not be wrong."

After saying that, Barrett ignored the noodles and turned over to the car: "Okay! Guys, everyone, prepare, there should be a battle to fight in these few days."

"How do you know that there have been a battle these days? Could it be Barrett, you have changed to a prophet? "Lielli, who is taking care of personal hygiene (makeup), stopped the action in her hand.

The noodles that followed Barrett reached into the carriage opened their mouths under the cover of the big man: "Mr. Hakis seems to be planning to clean up the betrayers in the caravan."

"Cleaning out the betrayer? If you take action at this time, will the caravan's previous efforts be wasted?" Clematis Bot, who spoke out, was about to stand up.

The pastor training of the Goddess of Wealth and Commerce Church is naturally quite involved in freight and business. So Clematis Bott knew that once there was a conflict within the caravan at this time, the battle for the first batch of Northland commodities in the New Year would be awaiting aside.

Whether it is the reduction in personnel in conflict or the impact on morale after conflict, it will seriously affect the operation efficiency of the caravan. It may be fine to transport the goods to the destination, but it may have to pay a heavy price in terms of speed.

At this time, Claudia Auditorre touched his chin and said his guess: "Maybe after the previous time, Mr. Hakis understood that if the rats lurking in the caravan were not solved, the caravan would not be able to reach the predetermined location before other competitors."

"In this way, wouldn't it become a vicious cycle of not cleaning the team that cannot win the competition because of the harassment of the lurker. Will the cleanup team that cannot win the competition because of its own strength? "Clematis Bot's brows were almost twisted after hearing this.

Rielli stretched out his finger and shaved his friend's cheek: "Clematis, why are you so nervous? We are just hired adventurers, just work with money. As long as the caravan does not owe us wages, we don't have to think about so much about irrelevant things!"

"It was all the priests who always asked such questions when they were training. I had already formed a habit in order to pass the assessment." Clematis Bott said, and looked pitiful.

"It seems that you were not relaxed at the beginning! I understand the evil tastes of the system." Barrett smiled unscrupulously while speaking.

Rielli became serious: "Say less if it doesn't matter! How difficult is the next cleaning work? Is it a tough battle?"

"I don't know!" Barret shook his head with his hands, "This kind of thing will only be clear at that time. After all, the intensity of the confrontation depends on the attitude of Mr. Hakis who initiated the purge, as well as the ability and determination of those who were bribed to resist."

But at this moment, Clematis Bot's voice suddenly became tough: "It doesn't take any mercy to deal with the traitors at all. Because they can't help but betray the second time they have betrayed once. This is especially true in the caravans that have been in the wilderness for many years. Who knows whether the next betrayal by the other party will cause the whole team to fall into danger."

"If this is the case, everyone should be prepared for a tough battle!" Barrett couldn't help but frown when he said this. If possible, he didn't want to encounter tough guys in this team mission, but fate seemed to like teasing him, and every time he failed his expectations.

"Don't worry! I will polish every arrow of my own." The noodles that said this had taken out their own velvet cloth and arrow pouch.

Rielli even patted her waist bag: "I think the new scroll should be enough. And this is the first time my transformation technique has been in Dafali! Barrett remembers to get me a few javelins."

"You don't have to worry about the two of us." Claudia Auditorre said, stretching.

Then Clematis Bott echoed: "There is actually nothing that needs to be prepared in advance in our professions."

Seeing the lazy appearance of the two employers, Barrett immediately turned his head to Rielli. The latter deliberately turned his forehead to one side, pretending to not know them.

Barrett had to bite the bullet and go on it himself: "Uh! Actually, I can't say that. If the two ladies don't mind, I think I can give you some of the most superficial advice. Of course, if you two don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything!"

"You just talk about it first! If it is not very difficult, I will give it a try." Claudia Auditorre's answer felt infinite reluctance.

On the contrary, Clematis Bott was very positive: "Tell me! I want to try out what good methods are there."

Seeing the two of them having a completely opposite attitude, Barrett had to scratch the back of his head: "If this is the case, I will talk about it roughly! The storage space for your defense, Miss Bot, the goddess of wealth and business, can be said to be my greatest advantage. If possible, train it in the future and then switch weapons! As long as you practice this skillfully, you will definitely give people unexpected surprises. And Auditorre's words..."

Although he gave some tips to the temporary employers, Claudia, Auditorre and Clematis Bott, this is obviously not an immediate method, and both require a considerable amount of training to take effect.

If it was in the town, Barrett might have stuffed some gadgets like fire glue, molten bottles or thunderstones into Clematis Bott's space in advance. However, even if you want to supplement these money-burning consumables, you can't spend money!

In the following time, players were waiting for the signal from Mr. Hakis or Mr. Sandyford. But one day passed, two days passed, and three days passed, and various unexpected emergencies always accompanied the caravan, but the signals that players were looking forward to never appeared.

I knew that on the evening of the fourth day, when the caravan was about to set up camp, Mr. Sandyford's voice came from outside the carriage: "Mr. Borham! Mr. Hakis invited a few people to the tent tonight for dinner, I hope you don't get late."

The idea of ​​"The signal is finally here!" flashed among the players. At the same time, the few people were relieved - after all, there was no news for so long, and the players were still worried that there would be another accident. For example, those bribed betrayers took the lead in controlling Mr. Hakis and Mr. Sandyford. In fact, if there weren't any combat plan coming every day, the players might be unable to wait.

Players who know that tonight are not good banquets, naturally have complete equipment when they set off. Fortunately, many of the mercenaries and adventurers on the mainland retain this habit, which does not easily arouse the vigilance of potential targets.

After entering the temporary tent, Mr. Hakis looked at the players and said, "You are late. (How are you preparing?"

"I'm very sorry! Since we received your banquet from Mr. Hakis, we naturally have to clean up the dust on our bodies. So we took a little time to prepare (the preparation for the battle has been completed)." Barrett answered embarrassedly.

Mr. Hakis showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Please sit down with everyone! (Prepare for the fight)"

Then he pointed to the seat near the exit of the tent and patted his side.

"Then we should be respectful and obey our destiny! (Don't worry!)" Barrett sat on the left side of Mr. Hakis, who was in charge of caravan defense.

The remaining players sat down at the door of the tent. They obviously wanted to block the most obvious entrance and exit. Although temporary housing such as tents can easily create gaps on it as long as there are sharp weapons. However, in the face of tension, few people will think of this, and instead choose to impact the existing entrance and exit as soon as possible.

This kind of blind spot in thinking is very common among the crowd. Obviously, Mr. Hakis and Mr. Sandyford are preparing to capture all the betrayers or the betrayers among the middle and senior caravans this time.

Before dinner, Mr. Hakis told everyone here his first experience with great enthusiasm: "I created this caravan that belonged to me and everyone here 11 years and 122 days ago. At that time, we were obviously adults, but we were like young men who had just begun…"

The long story evoked the long memories of many people here, and even a few of them still had crystal dew flashes in their eyes, as if Mr. Hakis's words evoked the hardships of the caravan's founding period. Only Barrett, the players, were in such an environment but were still a little out of place.

But as he spoke, Mr. Hakis suddenly changed his voice: "But some of the people here seem to have forgotten the oath we made together. The companions who should have supported each other chose to betray them and stabbed the dagger at their brothers behind their backs."

After saying this, Mr. Hakis threw the tin wine glass in his hand heavily to the green grassy ground. After the signal of Barrett's evil proposal appeared, Clematis Bot waved his hands, and two shields on the left and right fell into his hand. Then she handed one of them to Claudia Auditorre beside her.

The noodles rolled back for an hour in the open-top curtain, and the dagger hidden in the shadows was always the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the enemy.

Standing up, La Lu held his claws tightly and carefully guarded Rielli. The mage's fingers had already pinched the prepared casting materials under the cloak.

Only Barrett seemed to be a master of art and brave, and did not make any special moves. Instead, he sat next to Mr. Hakis like a statue. He seemed to be ensuring Hakis' safety.

"Hakis, what do you mean!" asked an old man with a rosacea on his forehead in the tent with a bright light on his forehead, staring at Mr. Hakis.

Mr. Hakis said sternly: "Braddock, you are so drunk. Do you have to hand the dagger in front of you to wake up? Don't forget what happened during this period. There were already signs of failure last year. But I don't want to doubt my old friends who have experienced the ups and downs together. But some people really disappoint me."

Then Mr. Sandyford, who was sitting aside, stretched out his finger: "Ike, Natchipur, Crook and Bonnet, why do you four choose to betray?"

Following Mr. Sandyford's fingers, he searched one by one. Based on his experience in the caravan during this period, Barrett could also identify the four indigenous people in front of him who were accused of being a betrayer.

Ike is the manager in charge of recruiting and training newcomers in the caravan. Natchibull is in charge of the transportation, loading and unloading of goods, minimizing losses in the process as much as possible. Crook is the deputy director of the groom team, and Bonnet is the general manager of the caravan.

In the caravan's management system, these guys can be said to account for one-third of them. It can be said that as long as the person who bought them gave the order, these guys blinded the ordinary guys who were unaware of the situation, they had the ability to paralyze the entire caravan.

"Hakis, what do you want?" The Crook, who looked in his twenties, not only was he not panicked about the scandal being exposed, but he looked at Mr. Hakis with some calmness.

Mr. Huggies roared with a pale face: "Ask me why! What benefits did those guys give you, why do you do things for them."

At the same time, Mr. Sandyford also pressed his hand on the scimitar at his waist: "You should know the rules in the caravan, and the punishment for betrayers is very cruel. Don't you just defend yourself?" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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