."

Dean turned to Thales: "And you have seen Wyatt. According to him, there was no one on the way down from the north, as if all the sand bandits and exiles who spread across the desert disappeared overnight.

"

Thales's heart moved.

All... disappear...

Dean said calmly: "So... I sincerely suggest you, no, I strongly suggest you, Sepp, let's not move forward."

Tomdin took a deep breath and seemed to be maintaining his last grace.

The next second, Tomdin suddenly raised his head and punched himself in the palm!

"I do not understand!"

"Sand bandits, exiles...these scoundrels who brought trouble to one side and hindered trade routes, wouldn't it be a good thing to die!" Tomdin gritted his teeth:

"We have one less thing to worry about, and I would like to congratulate you, Big Dean, because your job has become much easier... to eliminate their threat, isn't that what I hired?"

Is that the reason why you hire professional bodyguards? What do you think, warriors with honor..."

Tomdin turned to the others.

The mercenaries said nothing.

Dean let out a long sigh, looking like he hated iron.

"No, you didn't understand what I meant, Sepp," the bald mercenary gritted his teeth: "The bodies of those sand bandits in the camp were all found not far outside the camp. This shows that they fled the camp in a hurry.

When they were killed, they encountered an irresistible enemy, so much so that they had no idea of ​​fighting back. After discovering the enemy, they had no choice but to run desperately."

"But they didn't run away."

Dean said solemnly: "There are more than twenty weapons in hand, experienced and ruthless sand pirates."

"None of them ran away."

Tomdin was slightly startled.

Dean raised his eyebrows and said: "Listen to me, Sepp, turn around and find another way to be safe."

Mr. Tomdin's face remained as usual, but his hands kept rubbing on the fabric of his clothes, revealing his mood.

"He hasn't told you, has he, about letting us return directly?" He turned to the female warrior: "Captain Dent, what do you say?"

"We will say whatever Dean says," Louisa replied decisively: "He represents the entire team."

Thales couldn't help but notice that the other people's expressions were as usual, as if they were used to this scene.

Tomdin could no longer maintain his calm expression, and he rubbed his hair painfully.

Only then did Thales realize that Tomdin's hair was sparse and he was bald.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Dean, tell me, why should I risk being expelled from the Blade Tooth Dunes and take this trip?"

Dean shrugged.

"You want profit."

"Yes, profit!"

Tomdin seemed to have found some outlet, raised his index finger and said fiercely: "Fucking profit!"

"So many businessmen who are well-spoken and proficient in calculations are buried in the desert, but we still keep going, because this is the only thing that supports us to venture into the desert: profit, profit!"

He stared, as if seeking consensus from everyone in his field of vision: "First of all, Exeter and the Freedom Alliance are going to fight, and secondly, the Star People are going to block the desert. Do you know what this means? It means a whole supply chain

The wires have been cut off because the Northlanders are going to war or the Stars are going crazy, the way into Exeter from the Golden Corridor will be blocked, and the passage from the desert to the stars will also be blocked!"

Tomdin seemed to be furious: "You know, soon, a bag of two hundred ounces of cannabis tobacco produced in the Long Corridor Islands will be sold for five tolmund in the stars, and it will be sold for twenty nikaru in the Northland! Even if it is reduced

Excluding the consumption of bad currency and exchange, we can still make a net profit of nearly 70 to 80 Solon kings! A bottle of craft wine from Serra Hills is priced at 45 kellers in the southern market, and we can go on some roads.

, you can sell it for eighty Solon silver coins at the Tower of the End, a piece of refined velvet by Sword Lake sells for twenty tabeso in Allenbia, and you can get dozens of nikaru north of the desert!

A barrel of eternal oil, an eternal lamp... All the goods you can imagine can make profits as long as they come to the right place. What is the reason for this? Supply and demand in the market! I dare to use Tomdin

The reputation of the family has been bet for generations. In the next month, the prices of goods from the south will increase in the north, and goods from the east will be out of stock in the west. Where can you find such a good opportunity!"

"And now that we've come this far, you suggest that I just turn around, go back to Blade Tooth Sand Dunes, and let the Star People confiscate my goods?"

The mercenaries looked at each other.

"If necessary," Dean shook his head unmoved, "it's better to drop the goods than the head."

Tomdin slumped down like a deflated rubber ball.

"As you said, Mr. Tomdine," Dean added, "this is a difficult decision."

Tomdin looked like a defeated rooster, his face drooping.

"Can someone tell me what happened before?"

"Is it serious enough to require me to give up the interests of the entire caravan?"

Dean shook his head: "I don't know."

"If I must tell you, there is someone in Sepp."

"Is there anyone?"

Dean nodded, his eyes extremely serious: "'Someone', someone is in the desert where we are. They are hunting all living creatures on a large scale, efficiently and on a large scale as planned."

"And not even a sandstorm could stop the killing."

"Not far ahead of us."
Chapter completed!