Early in the morning, Lucid set off just after Mengmengliang, and went to the agreed place to gather.

　　 This is the south gate of Conston, a place he has never been before.

　　 Not far from the South Gate assembly point, there is a market similar to a flea market. The chaotically arranged street stalls and various hawkers pushing trolleys make Lucid passing by feel a sense of long-lost excitement.

　　 "Fresh rye bread..."

　　 "The freshly baked dice pies..."

　　 "Let's take a look!"

　　 While waiting for someone, he glanced from a distance.

　　 There are many people shouting at the market, but very few actually buy it.

　　 After the war, Conston inevitably depressed a lot.

　　 shook his head, he no longer paid attention to these, but turned his head to look to the other side.

　　 There are already a few people dressed as mercenaries waiting there at the assembly point, and there is an increasing trend.

　　 frowned, he felt that things were a little bit beyond his imagination.

　　 "In such a big battle?"

　　 Curly-haired baboon curled his mouth.

　　 With the passage of time, more and more mercenaries came to gather.

　　 They carry all kinds of weird weapons, giving people a sense of sight of bandits and gangsters.

　　 The wrinkles between the eyebrows of the curly-haired baboon with his face become deeper and deeper:

　　 "What is the witch sect doing...?"

　　 Such a large scale is beyond his imagination.

　　 After a while, a team escorting a carriage slowly arrived.

　　 More than a dozen well-equipped knights, tightly guarding the two carriages in the center of the team.

　　 The carriage drove over the road paved with gravel, making a toothless squeak.

　　 Two carriages drove one after the other, and the carriage behind did not know what was loaded on it. The carriages were wrapped tightly with thick tarp, like rice dumplings.

　　 And in the carriage in front of him, sat a fat man who was a little blessed, who was the "master housekeeper" from last night.

　　 Looking at him from time to time with a somewhat awkward expression, the curly-haired baboon has a feeling of schadenfreude.

　　 The convoy drove to the vicinity of the south gate. The chubby butler got out of the wagon and walked to the meeting point with a slightly twisted weird pace.

　　 Some uncontrollable mercenaries gathered around, questioning him all the time.

　　 With the sharp roar of the "butler", Lucid understood the content of this unusual "commission".

　　 On the surface, this is an ordinary **** mission.

　　 But the number of mercenaries who came to gather has put a question mark on this "ordinary".

　　 A simple task, but I won’t bother to find so many people over.

　　 Besides, Legus is not too far away from Conston. Is it necessary to alarm so many people?

　　Looking at this posture, I'm afraid that the entire Conston mercenaries have come here, right?

　　 This task is obviously unusual!

　　 There is a faint commotion among the mercenaries, and the experienced mercenaries can naturally see that this mission is unusual.

　　 But the generous commission still made most of them choose to take risks.

　　 was a little vigilant in his heart, following the mercenary team, Lucid embarked on the journey of this "guard" mission.

　　 In this way, a large group of mercenaries followed the knights and marched towards the so-called Legus leader.

　　 After leaving the city, the convoy guarded by the knights started heading west.

　　 Lucid couldn't help but frowned. He was quite sure that this was not in the direction of Legus.

　　 To the west is the direction of the Honakis Mountains.

　　 And further west is the Republic of Intis!

　　The mercenaries in the team also clearly noticed that the direction was wrong, and the mercenary team began to riot.

　　 The awkward "housekeeper" came out again and explained in a sharp voice:

　　 "I believe you have also discovered that the goal of the mission is not the Legus leader. This is all for confidentiality reasons!"

　　 "Our real goal is actually Intis! There are our people over there, so you can rest assured!"

　　 Seeing the unbelievable expressions of the mercenaries, he nodded slightly in satisfaction and continued:

　　 "As far as Legus takes that little distance, I am guilty of paying 10 pounds to hire you scumbags?"

　　 "Tell you, it's too late to quit now! If you continue to complete this mission, you will get 15 pounds! Do you disagree?"

　　The mercenaries looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, but after all, no one stood up to oppose them.

　　 In fact, most of the people who came out to work in this industry have the consciousness of licking blood, and most of them are not good citizens.

　　 If they really just go to Legus as previously said, they think there is something wrong with it.

　　 But this explanation now makes them feel reasonable.

　　 Such a difficulty is indeed worthy of the price of 15 pounds.

　　 So after a short period of riots, the bloated team continued to move slowly to the west.

　　 "Things are starting to get interesting..."

　　 Curly-haired baboon narrowed his eyes slightly. At this moment, he began to wonder what exactly was on the carriage.

　　 The witch sect had collusion with Intis. This was something he had guessed a long time ago. But what is on the carriage?

　　 Lucid was so puzzled, he wanted to go over and find out.

　　 The convoy did not drive fast, starting in the morning, moving forward intermittently, until the sunset, and did not reach the destination.

　　 Looking at the dimming sky, the "Housekeeper" with a distorted expression from time to time issued an instruction to camp and rest.

　　 After a while, the bloated team stopped, and the mercenaries gathered in groups and started talking.

　　 And Lucid, who was alone, didn't want to get involved with these mercenaries. He found a more remote tree and lay under the tree.

　　 After a while, night fell silently. A few larger mercenaries set up their tents, and the other mercenaries, like Lucid, just found a tree and lay on the ground.

　　 The night is getting deeper and deeper, and some evil crimson moon slowly climbs into the sky.

　　 Taking advantage of the cover of night, the curly baboon staying under the tree moved.

　　His figure was quietly hidden in the night, and he slipped in the direction of the tightly wrapped carriage.

　　 It was late at night, but there were still several heavily armed knights patrolling by the carriage.

A gleam of light flashed in the curly-haired baboon's eyes, and he secretly said:

　　 "I want to see what secrets are hidden in this carriage..."

　　 But under the close protection of these knights, the curly baboon really has no chance to start.

　　 These knights are quite conscientiously patrolling back and forth, without any blind spots.

　　 Looking at these knights, the curly baboon frowned slightly.

　　 Soon he seemed to have thought of something, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyebrows stretched out.