At night, the earth is still shrouded in fog.
The whole night was chilly...
Sean and his team and two other mercenary teams are temporarily staying in the same area. They set up camp very close to each other according to the previously agreed locations and they also have to take care of each other. This looks like a complete collaboration.
But it is only limited to the night time. Once the day comes, several teams will go in different directions with smiles on their faces, but their ultimate goal is the same.
Sean could only put it back to its place: when there is danger, they stick together; when there is benefit, they want to enjoy it alone... and this situation is very common in the mercenary group. Almost everyone knows it tacitly. When the sun rises, they go their separate ways. People who know each other will just say hello at most.
That's already considered polite!
In front of the campfire, Sean coughed a few times...
Even if I wear a mask and breathe in this fog all day, my neck will still feel a little dry and sore. It’s not to the point of coughing, but it’s itchy and I always cough from time to time.
And it's not just the three teams, the total of about twenty people have similar situations.
"I think the weather will be like this for the next few days. Luckily we've stocked up on some extra potions, otherwise it's hard to say when we'll give up." Jonathan coughed twice and said...
I haven't gotten sick yet, but if I keep walking in the fog like this for a few more days, I'm afraid I'll get sick soon.
"Where does this fog come from and why does it appear in this place?" Alphonse, the alchemist who rarely asks questions, couldn't help but say at this time.
On the first day he arrived, Sean knew that the other party's purpose was not to come for that little bit of money, but now it seems that any purpose may not be more important than his own life.
You will need to use potions more sparingly in the future.
Alphonse turned to look at Sean, who had remained expressionless...
"Sir Sean, what do you think of the fog?"
Shake your head.
"I don't know where these things came from, but it has nothing to do with the current weather. It must be caused by another factor."
"What's the reason?"
You ask me, who should I ask?
Sean muttered to himself that he could only make such a judgment based on the weather conditions. The weather tonight was obviously clear, but the fog showed no signs of dissipating.
This shows that no matter how the weather changes, fog appears alone.
“There’s someone over there!!”
While he was still thinking, a shout came from the mercenary team on the other side.
Anyone there?
Everyone hurriedly picked up their weapons and stood up. In the foggy night, only the area in front of them was lit by fire, but in the direction pointed by the shouting person, there seemed to be a tiny point of light moving.
"There are people, they are coming." The mercenary standing over there confirmed again.
The light is very obvious in the dark night, and the torches can be seen from a distance.
"They should be mercenaries from other teams..." someone in the crowd stood up and shouted.
"Who's that coming over there? Speak!"
He shouted into the fog, and everyone behind him, including Sean, prepared their weapons. It was quiet at night, and even if the distance was far, the other party could hear it as long as the voice was loud enough.
However, after a while, there was still no response from the other side.
"Get ready, I think there's a problem." The person who spoke was the captain of another mercenary team. He was the one who had previously discussed the issue of setting up camp tonight with Jonathan.
His hands tightly grasped the long sword hanging behind him, and he could hear the weapon being unsheathed when an echo finally came from the fog opposite.
"I am Lucard. Who is the person in front?" said the voice in the fog.
Lucar.
Sean remembered this name. Wasn't that the mercenary boss he met in the inn three days ago? He was a Level 9 Orderer, and he had stunned all the mercenaries in the inn with just one sentence.
Sean had a very vivid memory of the scene at that time. Anyone who could establish authority among the scattered mercenaries was indeed quite capable.
"It's Lord Lucard!"
"It's them."
The mercenaries around him sighed with emotion, some even showing expressions of excitement and relief. It was clear that this renowned mercenary in Lietis City was indeed highly respected, his mere presence bringing a sense of security.
The torch in the fog gradually approached, and it turned out to be the man with short golden hair that I saw that day. There was an obvious scar on his dark and deep face, and his appearance gave people a sense of oppression.
Among the people who came, besides him, there were five other accompanying team members. It was estimated that they also came as a team, and they were able to join Lucard's team!
Well……
Sean subconsciously stared at the girl walking behind them.
They were both short, and both wore masks and coats, but the hair that was exposed was a rare pinkish color. The most important thing was the attributes she displayed:
[4100/4100, indifferent]
It's her.
Sean mentally confirmed that this woman was the only person in the hotel three days ago who had a negative impression of him. He had been keeping an eye out for her for the past few days, wanting to confirm her identity, but he hadn't expected her to actually end up in Lucard's group...
I remember that she was sitting alone in the hotel before, so she must have joined the other team temporarily later.
Of course, these are not the key points. The key point is the other party's identity...
It wasn't until then that Sean vaguely recalled that he had a vague impression of the other person's hair color. The bounty hunter medal in his waist bag was originally obtained from a certain thief girl.
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