Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 193 The Magical Caravan

When Ren rushed to the Pegasus Square in the south of Dilamo City, he found that it was quite lively.

After inquiring about it, I found out that there is a shortage of living materials in the plain. A merchant's caravan can casually transport some water, dry food, oil and salt in, and immediately earn five or six times the profit.

Therefore, even knowing that there are many dangers inside, some businessmen still take risks and try to make a few windfalls.

Naturally, there are also convoys going to Xiangcheng Town. Money can turn ghosts around, and the profit of more than five times can make capitalists jealous, willing to take the risk of being eaten alive by ghouls.

Knowing this situation, Ren immediately got into a remote and deserted alley, and took out two weapons from the storage ring.

The next section of the road is not smooth, it is best to prepare weapons in advance.

He first inserted the Demon Hunter Type 4 into the pocket of the leather jacket. Compared with the Type 6 gun, this gun has a smaller caliber, a longer range, and a 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, with a knife sheath on the back, and he carried the long knife on his back.

Finally, he took off the hunting ring and put it in the storage ring. Ren simply hid his identity.

The small towns in the plain may have mixed with young demon descendants, and the identity of the demon hunter is very eye-catching.

Ren dressed as a cowboy went to buy a black horse and began to wander leisurely in the Pegasus Square. After a while, a businessman came to hire him.

During this period, the cowboys suffered heavy losses. Now, many caravans cannot hire bodyguards.

The businessman, who identified himself as Stanley, wore a white shirt with 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: "Sturdy young man, at first glance, you are the kind of person who attaches equal importance to wisdom and courage, and has equal agility and vision!
8 silver coins, how about escorting us to Orange Town? "

This price is not low. If a cowboy keeps walking darts, he can walk 15-20 times a month and earn 12-16 gold coins. You know, moving bricks only costs 6 gold coins a month!
Ren smiled brightly: "No problem, uncle, believe me, I've done this before, and my customers spoke highly of me!"

In the world of giants, he served as the bodyguard of Captain Keez and protected him with a knife.

Chez: (●—●)
Businessman Stanley didn't know how bad the guy in front of him was when he was a bodyguard, so he nodded with a smile and beckoned him to follow.

His fleet was small, consisting of five carriages, four of which carried goods and one carried guests.

In addition to Ryan, Stanley also hired two cowboys, a man and a woman. In addition, the grooms of each carriage were also good at marksmanship and could also serve as guards. Therefore, there were 8 combatants, which was not a small number.

Ren sensed it with the spirit of the stars. The grooms are ordinary people, but the two cowboys should be extraordinary professionals.

It's not surprising that ordinary cowboys don't dare to dart anymore.

The leader among them was a wheat-colored cowgirl.

She has a fit body, shiny skin, and a good appearance. When her waist is straightened out and her belly is exposed, her abdominal muscles can be seen.

She has bright eyes, like a female leopard, with a gun pouch on each side of her waist, and a rein in one hand, astride a maroon-haired horse.

85 points, Ren looked at her for a while and gave her a score, which was taught by Hal and the old goat.

When you meet a beautiful girl, start with the four aspects of face, temperament, dress and figure, and rate them. They say that this can improve your aesthetic ability.

The other male cowboy has a square face with a slightly unshaven beard, and looks about 30 years old.

He had gray shattered hair and was tall and well-muscled.

He was wearing a yellow cowboy hat and was feeding the horse with fodder. When he saw Ren leading the black horse coming, he introduced himself: "Garcia, I have been a cowboy here for 11 years."

"Susanna, 26 years old, local." The melodious and clear voice of the heroic cowgirl was quite pleasant.

"Ren, a native of Bushen City, I heard that this is a mess, so come here to make some money." Ren said with a smile, the strength of these two people should be pretty good, not a burden.

She rolled her eyes at him, and Susannah snorted softly: "It looks harmless to humans and animals, and the sun is cheerful.

Little brother, don't tell me, you don't know how dangerous it is inside now. "

"How dangerous can it be?" Ren sneered, took out the revolver in his right trouser pocket and shook it: "My gun is already hungry and thirsty."

"Haha!" Cowboy Garcia slapped his gray jeans with a big hand and smiled heartily.

With a frown of crooked eyebrows, Suzanne glared at Ren. A fierce girl on the plain would not blush and shy after being teased: "Little brat, slick tongue, I hope you won't be shivering with fear later!"

Ren was very calm. Since he joined the Witcher Association and had a few drinks with Hal and the old goat, he has grown up: "Slick tongue, have you tried it?"

Two days ago, he tricked Kesha into warming his bed, but he couldn't hold back his hands on her in the end. He had already reached Keisha's third base, only missing ML.

"Hmph! Come on, let's talk about business, are you ranged or melee?" Susannah asked without continuing to argue.

"Remote." Ren opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Brother, don't tell me that knife on your back is just for display." Garcia said slowly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Ren spread out his hands with an innocent face: "It's used to cut fruit."

"Okay, I won't let you do it alone. If something happens, we'll take it together!" Susanna on the horse stretched out her arms and put her hair up. You could see a machete stuck in her wine-red jacket.

Garcia, who was smoking a cigarette, shrugged helplessly and exhaled a puff of smoke. He was a gunner, and he only had a small dagger in close combat.

Seeing this, Ren knew clearly that Susanna was most likely to be a [Dark Warrior] or a [Knight], while Garcia was probably a [Gun Fighter], commonly known as a gunslinger. This profession was classified as a branch of the [Mechanic] profession.

It seems a bit irrelevant, but there is indeed a connection between the mechanic and the gunner profession. Hal himself is a mechanic, but he also has a gunner profession.

Some non-conflicting transcendental professions can be cultivated concurrently, and the effect is good or bad, and sometimes it varies from person to person.

However, part-time cultivation is time-consuming and energy-consuming, and requires a lot of resources. It is impossible for non-genius and rich people to play.

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 are you leaving?" Ren 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 a carriage carrying passengers." Susanna stroked the horse's mane and explained that she was the leader of the team this time.

Not that she is necessarily better than Garcia, but she is a local, more familiar with the environment and trusted by businessmen, and some cowboys here may sometimes rob their employers.

As for Ren, he looked too young, and Stanley just hired him to make up the numbers. Even the salary was only half of that of Suzanne and Garcia.

Ren also knew this, and he didn't mind. He didn't come here to make money. Instead, he paid attention to Suzanne. She is a local, and she will come in handy when she arrives in Orange Town.

Knowing that there was still some time, Ren went to have lunch. There was a local specialty that impressed him-scrambled eggs with cactus, which tasted good.

There is also a signature dish, deep-fried rattlesnake, which tastes so strong that Ren didn't dare to order it.

When he came out, the caravan boss Stanley had already pulled enough people, and Ren glanced at the passengers who were going to Orange Town.

A burly man in a plaid shirt who was very drunk.Next to him was a curvaceous, lipsticked, dolled-up girl, smoking a cigarette and looking like a warbler.

There is also a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing glasses, who claims to be a folklorist. On his left is a little old man with half-gray hair and dry palms, who says he is a local doctor.

Tsk tsk, these are all helping ghosts and snake gods. Sure enough, at this point in time, there are not many normal people left.

Ren narrowed his eyes. The air of stars is not only highly concealed, but also has a sharp detection ability. Stanley may not even know what guest he is attracting.

He smiled slightly, pretended to be a sunny young cowboy, and stepped on the black horse he had just bought as if nothing had happened.

"Fizz!"

When the time came, the horses gave a high and drawn-out whine, and the guests got into the passenger carriage, and with the four wagons, the convoy set off slowly.

Suzanne took the lead and rode at the front, and the caravan owner Stanley wandered in the middle of the team on a white horse.

Garcia and Rennes followed behind.

A small caravan can be said to be full of talents, drunks, ladies, doctors, scholars, witchers, gunmen, female knights, plus merchants and grooms, there are really everyone.

Ren reached out and pressed the hat, looking at the crimson canyon ahead, showing a smile of unknown meaning.

This is a magical team, and this is a place with simple folk customs, where ghouls are running around and bandits are rampant.

If nothing happened halfway, it would be a ghost. Sure enough, Bushen City is a famous historical city after all, and the security is good.

As soon as I came out, I realized that there are still many magical places in this world.

"Ren, have you heard the legend of the Headless Horseman?"

(End of this chapter)