It was raining all the time. The soldiers stepped on the muddy road and splashed a lot of water. They were soaked all over.

"Sir, we have to find a place to rest, the rain is already too heavy."

Burton himself was hit by the torrential rain and couldn't hold his head up a bit, and his clothes that were standing upright became a little embarrassed.

"Tell the soldiers to find a place to hide from the rain!"

"Yes, sir!"

A soldier ran down, and then began to inform everyone, trying to find a place to hide from the rain.

The heavy rain dissipated the heat, at least in the beginning, but as the rain became heavier and heavier, everyone was drenched in soup, and the coolness from the beginning became a little colder.

Gordon didn't wear a hat like other captains, his hair was wet, and the rain dripped on the ground down the bridge of his nose, and even entered his mouth.

Along the way, he kept thinking about the reactions of Burton and Gore, and finally realized what was wrong.

"This is definitely not a decision Burton will make, there must be something he doesn't know."

When he was in the tent, Burton left for a short time. Of course, he couldn't help flipping through Wilson's logbook on the table, trying to find something useful from it, but unfortunately, he didn't know Spanish. Wen, if anyone in his queue can understand, it should be Jon, but unfortunately he was not by his side at the time.

Mickey, who was with him last night, put his shoulders on Alan at this time, and was already sleepy.

Gordon looked at Mickey, and he was a little sleepy. Serena on the side was drenched in soup, and the wet skirt was attached to him, showing a bumpy figure, so Gordon couldn't help but watch it more two eyes.

"Dear Miss Witch, don't you have any waterproof ability?"

"Of course, I told you that I don't have the ability to control water yet."

"I remember last time you just told me you can't control the sea..."

"Gordon, don't say this, I feel the curse from you, what did you come into contact with?"

Serena said something that made Gordon almost slip: "Don't talk nonsense, how could I be cursed."

"The weak curse power is just a residue, which will lead to poor luck."

"For example?"

Gordon was a little undecided, but just finished speaking, his right foot stepped on a sharp stone. When Gordon wanted to use his left foot, he just stepped on a slippery place.

Clap!

The whole person instantly fell to the ground in a funny posture, but fortunately, even if he reflected, he put his hands on the ground, so that he would not be more embarrassed.

Gordon was pulled from the ground by the sailors and watched as his pants and boots were covered in mud and soaked.

"Okay, I'm starting to believe what you said about the curse. Hurry up and tell me how to get rid of this **** thing."

"Sunlight, sir, just let the sun shine more."

However, Gordon looked up at the cloudy sky. The ghost knows how long it will be sunny before he doesn't want to fall so embarrassed in front of his hands again: "Is there any other way?"

Serena pondered for a moment, and then said, "Actually, it's also possible to cook over a fire."

"This weather is really unfriendly..."

……

In the end, Gordon crouched beside the fire in the cave. This was discovered by the soldiers, but it was not too big. It could only accommodate less than 30 people. More soldiers were still hiding under trees or under protruding shelters.

The fire in the cave brought a little light, and Gordon whispered with Serena.

"Do you know much about curses?"

"It's okay, the curse is useless to me anyway."

Gordon pondered a little, as if he had guessed what Burton and the others were worried about.

"Can you lift this curse? It's more powerful."

Serena touched Gordon's arm, of course, to test the curse in this way, and then pondered for a long time.

"This cursed contact costs a lot."

"What is it?"

"Blood!"

Gordon looked at Serena who didn't look like he was joking, and took a breath: "How much blood?"

"It's not a lot, but a drop of the blood of a god."

"God's blood!!! Tell me you're kidding me."

Serena looked at Gordon with a puzzled look: "Of course not, I didn't tease you."

"Where do I find the blood of the gods? You may be crazy."

"Gordon, I'm just telling you how to lift the curse. As for where you go to find it, I don't care."

"..."

At this time, the Spanish soldiers' camp, they did not leave, but continued to camp here. The soldiers were busy almost all night last night, and it rained heavily before dawn.

Wilson sat on his bed, and of course found that his logbook was missing, only the angel was left, still in his hands.

A soldier opened the tent, and Fidel got in without taking any soldiers.

"The current form is not very good. Not only did the British come, but our soldiers talked a lot about the latter form, and even had the intention of running away."

"We must suppress this sign until we find El Dorado."

Wilson just stared at the colonel: "You have to do this, that's our mission."

On the colonel's finger ~lightnovelpub.net~ also wears a Templar ring, symbolizing their status.

"This is not the same as what I said. I didn't hear any curse before I came here. According to you, these golds are the same as those that were picked up for nothing."

Field's voice couldn't help but grow louder, with anger.

"Isn't the benefit always proportional to the risk? You should be thankful for these curses, otherwise the Eldorado would never have waited for us to discover it."

Wilson didn't want to, because he had no way out at all, he had to convince the people in front of him to continue helping him and let him complete his plan.

"Enough! Even so, what's up with the Brits? You promised me that no more people would know about it, but after we've only got here and the keys are dug up, the Brits just Came here, you told me it was a coincidence?"

Field seems to be a little bit unbearable with Wilson's remarks. The people in front of you always describe some interests to you, and lure you with things that are still invisible and intangible to keep you going along the path set by him.

But Wilson was not moved, but said in a calmer tone.

"On the bright side, Colonel, the arrival of the British does not seem to be a bad thing."

At this time, the colonel was a little angry, and even felt that the person in front of him was talking nonsense.

"Do you want to tell me this is a good thing?"

At this time, Wilson, who was sitting on the stool, stood up and walked in front of the colonel: "Of course, that's what I mean. I think if they can, they are the best pathfinders."

Having said this, the colonel squinted and looked at him with a very dangerous look: "Whatever plan you have, I hope it's not stupid?"

"I'm going to 'send' the angels to them."