After the routine disgusted Dean once, Munn left with his team in a happy mood.
When leaving, Ronan specifically asked him if he wanted to be led the way. Meng En saw that he was not even taller than her thighs and was too embarrassed to let this little carrot lead the way, so he refused.
Anyway, the basic skill of a mercenary is to find the way according to the map. According to the map in the hand, it won't take long to find the place.
However, while looking at the map on the road, Meng En clearly felt that someone was frequently looking at the black pocket on his waist.
Fortunately, the thing was on the side of his waist, so it would not cause any strange misunderstandings. Meng En found the location of the hotel despite the inquiring eyes of his teammates.
After looking at the cards in her hand, the landlady arranged six four-person rooms for the 23 of them, which sounded like they were not cheap. Meng really wanted to say that they could also switch to four six-person rooms, but the sight of his teammates was too much. Hot, he didn't want to cause trouble to Dean, so he agreed bravely.
After registering the room number, the landlady handed them six room tags and took them upstairs to find six rooms distributed on both sides of the corridor.
Meng En thanked the landlady, watched her go downstairs and left, and then said to his teammates: "Dean booked a room for us. We will rest in Area 13 for two days. After two days, we will return to Area 13. District 6.”
This sentence was originally meant to make his teammates feel a little softer, but after hearing this, Daman had no intention of understanding the relationship. He frowned and asked directly: "How much did he give you?" money?"
Meng En had already guessed that there would be such a question, so he specifically agreed with Dean that the settlement would be done after he and the others left.
Now he is empty-handed, saying only that he has not received any money, and is not afraid of any objections from his teammates.
"I told Dean to raise the money first and then wait until we leave."
Daman looked at him for a long time and suddenly grinned.
"Okay, pretty good."
After saying that, he turned around and entered his room, leaving Meng En looking at the silent team members, always feeling uneasy that something was going to happen.
But he thought again, it seemed that Dean didn't need to worry about it now. If these guys really went to find trouble, who would be lying down?
After shaking his head, Meng En didn't bother to worry about it anymore. He simply explained a few words to the remaining people and returned to his room.
Throughout the day, the mercenaries had no intention of going out. After all, they came here in a hurry and did not have a good rest on the way. Now that they have comfortable beds, replenishing energy is more important than anything else, and Meng En An Sheng caught up on his sleep.
But at night, the group started to get a little restless.
Several young new members heard that the hotel did not serve alcohol and that if they wanted to drink, they had to find another place, and they immediately became interested.
Meng En didn't want to lock them all in the hotel. After asking that the place was far away from the breeding house, he nodded in agreement.
Of course, such a lively event like drinking cannot only happen with a few people. When the remaining group members heard that they were going to the pub, they expressed their support. In the end, all 23 people were included, and it turned into a team action.
Meng En led the team towards the tavern with the mentality that everything would stop after they drank it down.
At this time, in the tavern, Morrison, who had directly caused the mercenary group to leave Area 13, was drinking on the long wooden table in front of the bartender.
While refilling his glass, the bartender used a secret method to transmit his voice: "The person you asked about has news today."
Morrison replied in a secret way without changing his expression: "What's the news?"
"He found a team of mercenaries to transport Warcraft from other areas, and they happened to stay at the hotel where Wamuli worked. Wamuli said that except for the leader, everyone else has opinions on the target you want to inquire about."
"I asked why he didn't go to the Knights...it's interesting."
Morrison took a sip of his wine to block the sneer on his lips.
If we don't have a good relationship, why would we entrust these mercenaries to transport Warcraft all the way?
Or transport it to Area 13, where there is no shortage of Warcraft?
Either this kid has money to burn, or he really sees something.
