After stopping the carriage, Garcia took out the water bag from his waist and drank a few sips of cold water.
Having been a cowboy for more than ten years, this was the first time he rode his horse and ran like this. As expected, people can only do their best when they are running for their lives.
The rest didn't take long. About half an hour later, Renn urged everyone to continue the strategic shift.
"Can't you wait any longer? It feels a little uncomfortable." Susanna frowned slightly, covering her belly and asked.
Ren's tone was firm: "The most important thing about running away is persistence. As long as we keep running, the enemy will just eat ashes behind our butts."
Facts have proved that as long as the horse runs fast, Dou Emperor cannot catch up.
Staring at him, Susanna pouted, climbed into the carriage, the wheels began to turn, and drove away under the cover of night.
No accidents were encountered along the way, not even a sand sculpture. The group passed through a canyon overnight and arrived at the outskirts of the plain.
Once you leave the canyon, you are basically safe, and the enemy is unlikely to chase you here.
In fact, Renn thought too much, and Marquis Fenner gave up after chasing for 50 kilometers.
When the morning light breaks, the city of Diramo in the northern part of the plain is already in sight.
It was just dawning, and the cool autumn wind blew by at dawn, which slightly relieved the fatigue of everyone from traveling under the stars and the moon.
A group of five people entered the lively urban streets. Many pedestrians on the road were discussing the recent news.
"Haha, that bastard Guishou is finally dead. It's not in vain for me to stab him every day and curse him!"
"It's so satisfying. When I heard the news, I couldn't help but open the champagne to celebrate."
"Now that the Skeleton Gang is over, can we do business again?"
There have been a lot of people here recently, because many people from the hinterland of the plains have come here to avoid the limelight.
Moreover, they are all people with small assets. The poor people who are extremely poor will not leave their hometowns unless they have to.
Ren and the others walked around but couldn't find the hotel where they were staying.
"Boss, are we going to sleep on the streets?"
With dark circles under his eyes, Garcia said feebly that at least Ren and Susanna were in the carriage and could lie down for a while, but he was driving the horses until dawn.
Wen Xi, who had also been traveling all day, even dozed off while standing. Yesterday, he and Xig asked Miss to have a good time all morning, and they didn't get any rest at night. You can imagine their mental state.
Bang!
Wen Xi, whose eyelids were trembling as he fell asleep while walking, bumped into an orange-painted lamppost.
He was dizzy and subconsciously bowed to the lamppost to apologize: "I'm sorry, I bumped into you."
lamp post:"…………"
The lamppost was very cold and silently accepted Wen Xi's apology.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Susanna burst out laughing, and Garcia couldn't help laughing. At this point, everyone finally relaxed.
Although Diramo City is a small city, its security force is still higher than that of Buchen City. After all, the security situation here is far inferior to that of Buchen City in the central area of Falorland.
Especially under the current situation, the strategic significance here has been significantly strengthened, and it seems to have a tendency to become a war logistics base.
In order to cope with the future war, there are definitely many strong people stationed here.
Sigg patted Wen Xi on the back of the head and reminded: "Hold on for a while, and there will be a soft big bed waiting for you soon."
Wen Xi was agitated and came back to his senses, scratching his head in embarrassment.
People, beds, shelters, wars...
Ren was deep in thought. After discovering that the hotel here was full, he suddenly came up with a bold idea.
Thinking about it, after he was promoted to the fourth level, he still had more than 8,000 gold coins in assets.
With a little excitement on his face, he couldn't help but slap his thigh: "I smell the fragrance of gold coins!"
Susanna was very surprised when she heard this. She rolled her eyes at him and teased: "You didn't wake up? Where did you get the gold coins?"
Garcia shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't guess many of Renne's thoughts. He just instinctively felt that the boss had another plan.
Glancing at her, Ren said calmly: "There is a scientific basis for big breasts and lack of brains. After all, with such a heavy burden on the chest, the brain cannot keep up with the nutrition."
"Ha ha!"
Sigg couldn't help but laugh, and almost got kicked by Susanna. Fortunately, he dodged quickly.
She put her hands on her waist and said very aggressively: "Boss, where do we live? The kennels are full now."
“Use the sky as your curtain and the earth as your bed, indulge your mind and be content with whatever comes your way.
At worst, I can sleep on a lounge chair in the park and save a lot of accommodation fees."
Ren's attitude was very perfunctory and he said nonchalantly that he was thinking about other things.
Compared with this matter, it really doesn't matter where you live. If everything goes as expected, this is a shortcut to getting rich, and it might even be faster than getting money from justice.
Susanna was very unhappy, she didn't want to live on the street, and stared at Ren with a look of resentment.
"Okay, come with me, the room will be available soon."
Unable to stand her disgusted gaze, Ren temporarily interrupted his thoughts and took everyone to an apartment.
There are four big characters written on the black wooden signboard - Affair Apartment.
This is the stronghold of the Demon Hunter Association in Diramo City. Last time, Renn left in a hurry and did not stay here.
"You guys wait outside while I go through the check-in procedures."
Ren gave instructions, walked into the apartment accommodation management office, and handed the hunting ring and ID to a brown-haired middle-aged uncle.
After confirming that the token was correct, the middle-aged uncle grinned: "Mr. Ackerman, there is a shortage of rooms recently. Isn't it a bit too much for you to rent five rooms for yourself?"
"I still have four followers. There's nothing I can do about it. That's the only bad thing about big men. They have too many followers." Renn yawned and said lazily.
His face twitched, the middle-aged uncle maintained an awkward but polite smile: "Mr. Ackerman, in principle, you are not allowed to bring outsiders to stay."
snort!
Ren snorted softly, and the blue light flashed in his eyes, looking at him "affectionately".
The middle-aged uncle suddenly trembled. He felt as if the air around him had become thicker. He seemed to be carrying two large rocks on his shoulders, doubling the pressure.
He immediately smiled and became much more enthusiastic. He stood up and bowed and said: "It turns out to be Master Ackerman, disrespectful.
There really aren’t 5 rooms, but there is also a room with four bedrooms and one living room, what do you think?”
"No problem, I'm always easy to talk to and never picky." Renn replied with a smile.
He has now been promoted to the fourth level, but strictly speaking, he is not a master demon hunter because he has not completed enough missions. He is still a [black hunter].
However, for a master-level transcendent who is real in terms of strength, it is not a problem to bring a few subordinates to live here.
Soon, he moved in with Garcia, Susanna, Sigg and Wen Xi.
Everyone took a good rest, and in the early morning of the next day, a piece of news quickly spread throughout the entire city of Diramo.
Last night, the hero Zorro was ambushed by the ghoul Duke Tucker outside Orange Town. He was seriously injured and lost an arm!
(I masturbated too much and my body is a little weak. I will update it today.)