When Ren rushed to Pegasus Square in the south of Diramo City, he found that it was quite lively.
After some inquiring, I found out that there is a shortage of daily necessities in the plains. A merchant's team of carriages and horses can just transport some water, dry food, oil and salt into it, and they can immediately make five or six times the profit.
Therefore, even if they know that there are many dangers, some businessmen will still take risks in an attempt to make a few windfalls.
Naturally, there are also convoys going to Xiangcheng Town. Rich people can push the devils, and profits of more than five times can make capitalists red-eyed and willing to take the risk of being eaten alive by ghouls.
After knowing this situation, Renn immediately got into a remote and deserted alley and took out two weapons from the storage ring.
The road ahead will not be smooth, so it is best to prepare weapons in advance.
He first inserted the Demon Hunter Pistol Type 4 into the pocket inside his leather jacket. Compared with the Type 6 gun, this gun has a smaller caliber, a longer range, and an ammunition capacity of 10 rounds.
Of course, the power at close range is relatively small.
Then he took out the Demon Hunter 7-style long knife. His yellow leather jacket was custom-made and there was a knife holster on the back. He put the long knife on his back.
Finally, he took off the hunting ring and put it into the storage ring. Ren simply hid his identity.
There are probably young demon descendants mixed into the small towns in the plains, and the identity of the demon hunters is very eye-catching.
After dressing up as a cowboy, Renn went to buy a black horse and started wandering leisurely in Pegasus Square. After a while, a businessman came to hire him.
During this time, the cowboys suffered heavy losses, and now many caravans cannot hire bodyguards.
The businessman called himself Stanley. He was wearing a white shirt, a bit of a beer belly, and a green straw hat.
The mustache on his face moved slightly, and he looked at Ren with a smile on his face: "Strong young man, at first glance, you seem to be the kind of person who has both wisdom and courage, astuteness and vision!
How about escorting us to Orange Town for 8 silver coins? "
This price is not low. If a cowboy keeps walking darts, he can probably make 15 to 20 trips a month and earn 12 to 15 gold coins. You know, moving bricks only earns 6 gold coins a month!
Renn smiled brightly: "No problem, uncle, believe me, I have done this before, and my customers speak highly of me!"
In the Giant World, he served as Captain Chizzy's bodyguard and protected him with a knife.
Qiz: (●—●)
Businessman Stanley didn't know how good the guy in front of him was when he was a bodyguard. He smiled and nodded, beckoning him to follow him.
His fleet was small, consisting of five carriages, four of which carried goods and one carried guests.
In addition to Renne, Stanley also hired two cowboys, one male and one female. In addition, the grooms of each carriage were also good at marksmanship and could serve as part-time guards, so there were 8 combatants, which was not a small number.
Ren sensed it with the energy of the stars. The grooms were all ordinary people, but the two cowboys should be extraordinary professionals.
This is not surprising. Nowadays, ordinary cowboys no longer dare to play escorts.
The leader among them was a cowgirl with wheat-colored skin.
She has a fit body, shiny skin, and good looks. When she straightens her waist and exposes her lower abdomen, her abdominal muscles can be seen.
Her eyes were lively, like a female leopard, with a gun pouch on each side of her waist, holding a rein in one hand, and sitting astride a horse with maroon hair.
85 points. Ren looked at her for a while and gave her a score. This was what Hal and the old goat taught him.
When you meet a beautiful girl, rate her from four aspects: face, temperament, dress and figure. They say this can improve your aesthetic ability.
The other male cowboy has a face with a Chinese character, a slightly unshaven beard, and looks to be about 30 years old.
He has short gray hair, a tall build and well-proportioned muscles.
Wearing a yellow cowboy hat, he was feeding the horse with hay. When he saw Renne walking over with the black horse, he took the initiative to introduce himself: "Garcia, I have been a cowboy here for 11 years."
"Suzanne, 26 years old, local." The heroic cowgirl's voice was melodious, clear, and quite pleasant.
"Ren, a native of Bu Shen City, I heard that this place is very chaotic, so I came here to make some money." Renn said with a smile, these two people should be pretty good, not a burden.
Giving him a roll of her eyes, Susanna snorted: "He looks harmless and cheerful.
Little brother, don't tell me, you don't know how dangerous it is inside now. "
"How dangerous can it be? Isn't it just a little slippery and a layer of film?" Renn sneered, took out the revolver in his right trouser pocket and shook it: "My gun is already thirsty."
"Haha!" Cowboy Garcia slapped his gray jeans with his big hand and smiled heartily.
With a curved eyebrow, Susanna glared at Ren. The fierce girl on the plains would not blush and be shy after being teased: "You kid, you are so smooth-talking. I hope you won't tremble with fear later!"
Ren was very calm. Ever since he joined the Witcher Association and had a few drinks with Hal and the old goat, he has grown up: "Glib tongue, have you ever tried it?"
Two days ago, he tricked Kesha into warming his bed, but in the end he couldn't help but touch her. He was already on Kesha's third base, only missing ML.
"Hmph! Come on, let's talk business. Are you long-range or melee?" Susanna asked without further quarrel.
"Remotely." Ren opened his eyes and lied.
"Brother, don't tell me that the knife on your back is just for decoration." Garcia said slowly, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
Ren spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "It's used to cut fruit."
"Okay, I won't let you go alone. If anything happens, we will shoulder it together!" Susanna on the horse stretched out her arms and tied her hair up. You could see a scimitar hidden in her burgundy jacket.
Garcia, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, shrugged helplessly and blew out a puff of smoke. He was a gunman and only had a small dagger for close combat.
When Ren saw this, he knew clearly that Susanna was most likely a [Dark Warrior] or a [Knight], while Garcia was probably a [Gun Fighter], commonly known as a gunner. This profession was classified as a branch of the [Mechanic] profession.
It seems a bit unrelated, but there is indeed a connection between the machinist and gunner professions. Hal himself is a machinist, but he also studies the gunner profession.
Some non-conflicting extraordinary professions can be practiced at the same time, and the effects may be good or bad, and sometimes vary from person to person.
However, it takes a lot of time and energy to practice concurrently, and requires a lot of resources. People who are not geniuses and rich cannot play it at all.
Going further, it is possible to create new professions, such as the [Shadow Hunter] of the Demon Hunter Association, which is a new profession formed after the fusion and improvement of [Demon Hunter] and [Shadow Warrior], which has its own sharpness.
"When will we set off?" Renn raised his head and glanced at the sun in the sky. It was noon.
"After lunch, the boss Stanley is pulling people, and there is also a carriage carrying passengers." Susanna stroked the horse's mane and explained that she was the leader of this trip.
It's not that she is necessarily better than Garcia, but she is a local, more familiar with the environment and trusted by businessmen. Some cowboys here may sometimes rob their employers.
As for Renn, he looks too young, so Stanley hired him to make up the numbers, and even the pay was only half of that of Susanna and Garcia.
Renn also knew this, and he didn't mind. He wasn't here to make money. Instead, he paid attention to Susanna. She was a local and could come in handy after arriving in Orange Town.
Knowing that he still had some time, Renn went to have lunch, and there was a local specialty that impressed him deeply - cactus scrambled eggs, which tasted good.
There was also a signature dish, fried rattlesnake. The taste was so strong that Ren didn't dare to order it.
When he came out, the caravan owner Stanley had already gathered enough people, and Ren glanced at the passengers who were going to Orange Town.
A drunken man wearing a plaid shirt. Next to him is a graceful girl wearing lipstick and dressed up in a fancy dress. She is smoking a cigarette and looks like a wandering warbler.
There was also a middle-aged man in a suit and glasses who claimed to be a folklorist. On his left was a little old man with half-white hair and dry hands who said he was a local doctor.
Tsk tsk, what are you doing to help these monsters? Sure enough, at this time, there are not many normal people left.
Ren narrowed his eyes. The aura of the stars was not only highly concealed, but also had sharp detection capabilities. Stanley might not even know what kind of guest he was inviting.
He smiled slightly, pretending to be a sunny young cowboy, and climbed onto the dark horse he had just bought as if nothing had happened.
"Hiss!"
When the time came, the horses gave a high and drawn-out bray, and the guests got on the passenger carriage, plus the four cargo carriages, and the convoy set off slowly.
Susanna took the lead and rode at the front. Stanley, the owner of the caravan, was riding a white horse in the middle of the group.
And Garcia and Lane are at the back.
This small caravan is full of talents, including drunkards, ladies, doctors, scholars, demon hunters, gunmen, female knights, plus merchants and grooms, there is really everyone there.
Ren reached out and pressed his hat, looking at the crimson canyon in front of him, smiling with an unknown meaning.
This is a magical team, and this is a place with simple folk customs, where ghouls are running around and bandits are raging.
If nothing happens along the way, it would be like seeing a ghost. Sure enough, Bu Shen City is a historical city after all, and the security is good.
As soon as I came out, I realized that there are many magical places in this world.
"Ren, have you heard of the legend of the Headless Horseman?"
