For a moment, Thales thought Tomdin was about to cry.

In the firelight, his upper and lower lips collided back and forth, the small eyes on his cheekbones blinked mistily, and the greasy hair on his forehead swayed slightly.

But the owner of the caravan took a sharp breath and stabilized his shaky image.

Tomdin curved his cheeks and forced out a most ugly smile.

"All right."

"You know what this reminds me of?"

Tomdin coughed, and the necklace hanging around his neck kept shaking: "In those war-torn years, my great-grandfather once fought under the 'Wise Lord' Mindis III. His Majesty the King told him during the banquet.

:The more difficulties we encounter, the more confidence we gain."

Quick Rope covered his forehead in pain and mouthed "Here we go again". Thales noticed that many people in Dante's sword made similar movements.

But Dean still looked at Tomdin calmly, his face as usual.

"Now, it's time for all of you and us to have more confidence," Tomdin tightened his belt, his protruding belly swaying elastically in the air, as if he thought this would give them

Some confidence:

"Good Dean, dear Dean, you know, I have always admired you, so I think your employment salary can be higher..."

Dean smiled.

"You didn't listen. What we lack is not confidence, but safety. This is not to say that we are driving up prices." Dean smiled politely, as if this was just the most ordinary negotiation: "We can't go any further. God knows what's ahead."

There is something waiting for us."

"The corpses in the camp were so fresh that even the yellow sand didn't have time to bury them. This shows that we are only one step away from the unknown danger. If you ask me, we should have considered turning back yesterday morning."

Tomdin was slightly startled.

"Dean, you promised me that I could come on this trip," the businessman's chest began to rise and fall, and he looked at Dean with wide eyes: "You can't let me return empty-handed and lose money! In that case, I won't even lose your money.

I can’t even afford the commission!”

Kuai Rope's eyes lit up.

"In this case, I suggest you deposit some money with the tavern owner Tampa next time. If you come back empty-handed like this, then he will pay you back... Uh, uh, uh..." But he didn't finish his words.

Kanze, a Northlander on the side, viciously covered his mouth and danced around with tears in his eyes, struggling helplessly.

"Things always change," Dean laughed uncontrollably at Tomdin: "So what you're saying is, compared to that, if we die outside, we don't have to pay the commission?"

Tomdin's face froze and he hesitated to speak.

Finally, he raised his finger and stared at Dean, his eyes full of uneasiness and anxiety as well as anger and anger that was not very well hidden.

"This is also related to your reputation, Dante's great sword!"

The caravan boss seemed to be unable to control his temper anymore, and he was quite angry: "What kind of mercenary and bodyguard are these?"

"I humbly asked you to come out, paid generously, and provided you with delicious food and drinks. I didn't even say anything more when you picked up garbage on the way, wasted resources, and increased the burden on the caravan..."

Tails raised his eyebrows and scratched his head as he picked up some rubbish on the way.

Where is the promised virtuous gentleman?

What about "shouldering responsibilities and being enthusiastic" as promised?

"And after you received the deposit, what you're best at is betraying your employer by betraying your employer halfway?"

"The whole Blade Tooth Dune will know!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the mercenaries changed.

"Let me tell you, I originally planned to praise you in front of Baron Williams after this trip and try to reduce your taxes and venue rental fees. Now, should I go back and tell the Baron or other colleagues that you

I was so frightened by several corpses that I peed my pants, and I didn’t even have the most basic qualities.”

But Tomdin was interrupted.

"In the desert, you should never question your guide and protector, Fatty," McGee, who was sitting aside, said coldly, with slightly ferocious lines on his face: "You think of the desert too simply, believe me,

You might as well think about the fact that the coffins of those people who sleep forever in the desert are made of yellow sand, free of charge."

Tomdin was slightly startled, and subconsciously shrank back.

"Also, if you are really familiar with Baron Williams, businessman, to the extent that one sentence can determine our fate," the old hammer on the other side said calmly: "Why are you still afraid of going back to Blade Tooth Dunes?

"

Kuai Sheng, who finally broke free from Kanze's clutches, smiled: "Or tell the story about your noble ancestor having a drink with the king, maybe the baron will be surprised and he will diligently compensate you for your losses?"

Tomdin was choked and couldn't speak. He just pointed at McGee and Old Hammer: "You..."

"Okay boys," the silent captain Luisa coughed, raised her hands, and spoke with a smile like a peacemaker: "We don't have to be so stiff, I promise we will have a good way to solve this matter.

Damn it, right?"

She looked at Dean with a smile and winked.

Finally, Dean sighed and touched his bald head.

"Okay then, let's, um, let's find a compromise."

Tomdin seemed to have found a savior and looked at Louisa gratefully.

"Captain Dent! I knew you were reasonable..."

Louisa waved her hand.

"Twenty or thirty miles in a certain direction, we will encounter a remote oasis stronghold that few people know about. There is a small tribe stationed there," Dean said softly, "We know their leader.

, In fact, we are very familiar with each other, we are talking and laughing as brothers, and they should have moved to a nearby place during this season."

Mikey sneered.

"You can trade some goods there, exchange for some desert specialties, replenish water and food, sell at least part of the overstock, and then decide on the next step, how about that?"

Tomdin was slightly startled.

"Wait, the tribe of the Bone Man is nearby?"

Thales was startled when he heard this, and the water bag in his hand trembled.

His surprise was the same as Tomdine's.

Desolate Bone Man?

A familiar face appeared in front of my eyes, and the most impressive thing among them was that person's red eyes.

But Dean didn't let him continue: "If you are worried, Sepp, that tribe... they know the situation nearby well, at least better than us. Ask them, and we will know what the situation is now.

Is there a terrorist killer appearing in the desert or are the sand bandits killing each other out of boredom, and then we decide whether we continue walking or..."

Tomdin waved his hands anxiously: "But those are the Bone Man! Those man-eating bastards...how do you know, how can you guarantee..."

Mikey slowly stood up and walked to him.

"Because that's the tribe I came from," the warrior with his face painted with black lines gently tapped Tomdin's belly: "Don't worry."

Mikey chewed his teeth, his eyes like arrows:

"As a 'man-eating bastard', I will tell them in advance: you can't eat it."

The owner of the caravan turned pale, took a step back in fright, and fell to the ground.

Kuaisheng chuckled.

Thales was stunned.

Barren Bone Man.

Desolate Bone Man?

He looked hard at Mikey, especially into the latter's eyes.

But those are a pair of ordinary brown eyes.

"Desolate bones..."

Tomdin subconsciously looked at the other mercenaries, only to find that they were all looking at him with confused expressions, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"nearby?"

"Now, you know why we can come and go freely in the desert," Dean sighed: "This is our biggest secret, sir, we have a Barren Bone Man as our guide."

Tomdin shivered again.

Louisa helped Tomtin up and smiled apologetically at him.

"Then...we will go to that tribe tomorrow..."

A smile instantly appeared on Tomdin's face.

"Ahem, I understand!"

The owner of the caravan chuckled, looking somewhat reluctant: "We will return tomorrow! Tomorrow, tomorrow!"

Before he finished speaking, he crawled on the ground to set up camp, as if there were eight hungry wolves behind his butt.
To be continued...