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Chapter 1042 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (29)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Twenty-Nine)

Lance's initiative soon brought him more goodwill. Old Wims and others would not only kindly tell him some of the unspoken rules of the mercenary industry, but also feed him some food from time to time.

He refused several times but to no avail, so he had no choice but to accept it.

In just one day, he became a little more familiar with the group.

By the evening of the next day, the entire caravan began to move like a dragon waking up from sleep. The sound of shouting was heard everywhere, and everyone was busy preparing to set off.

Lance also stood up from his resting place. He didn't bring much luggage to begin with. If old Wims and others hadn't fed him a lot of food, his luggage would have been even simpler.

He looked around and saw that old Wims was busy, so he came over.

"Let me help."

"No, these are quite heavy... Oh, I almost forgot you're quite strong."

Lance was busy running around in the praise of old Wims. He didn't say much but worked silently, which surprised the person in charge who came over at some point.

"I came to inform you to prepare to leave, but it seems that you are already ready."

The person in charge of running errands and notifications at the Nova Chamber of Commerce actually has a very high status. He is the manager of the entire operation of this caravan. His cousin is called Matthew. He seems to be doing a lot of odd jobs, but in fact, these are tasks that can only be given to close people.

Matthew couldn't help but say something as he watched Lance mingling with the group.

"It seems I was wrong. I thought this guy was a troublemaker, but I didn't expect him to be a good person."

Old Vims laughed heartily and patted Lance on the shoulder, praising him. "This young man is indeed quite good. You have made a mistake this time, sir."

Lance waited for him to finish, then silently rubbed his shoulders but didn't move.

Seeing his honest look, Matthew remembered what he had just seen and couldn't help but speak to test him.

"Maybe. I just came from behind. It would be great if those guys were as honest as him."

After he said that, Old Wims and the others became a little curious.

"What happened back there?"

Lance also tilted his head slightly, curiosity clearly written on his face.

Matthew was filled with anger when he spoke of him. He snorted coldly, "Those dishonest guys actually tried to sneak people into our team, thinking they could fool me. I, Matthew, don't have such a keen eye."

Old Wims was shocked. "They want to bring people in? God of Light, what are they thinking? Honest and reliable mercenaries would never do such a thing!"

Others also spoke up to express their shock, and quickly stated that they would never do that.

Lance said a few words as well, but an idea flashed through his mind.

Would those guys do something like this? He thought it was unlikely. Although those mercenaries liked to stick together, they weren't very strong. Otherwise, they would have targeted him and Red Beard from the beginning, and wouldn't have waited until they were resting to cause trouble.

In comparison, Lance thought that the red-bearded man, who acted suspiciously and took the initiative to talk to him, a new mercenary, and revealed some inexplicable information in his words, was more suspicious.

But what was Red Beard's purpose in sneaking someone into the caravan? What exactly did that guy want to do?