Being stared at by such a transvestite in the middle of the night, Victor instantly felt very bad.
He retracted his head into the caravan, already holding the gun in his hand, and observed the situation outside through the gap in the curtain.
The car lights on the mountain road gradually approached, and the strange man actually drove to the inn and parked next to Victor's caravan.
Jingle bell bell...
Victor raised his head warily, and saw the car owner wearing a mask and tricorn hat, relaxingly spreading his hands. In front of him was a mobile shop, deliberately displaying products in Victor's direction.
Is he a wandering dealer?
This profession was the first thing that came to Victor's mind.
Are you here to set up a stall at night? Aren’t you afraid of meeting wolves or wild beasts on the road?
The businessman lowered his head slightly and suddenly said to Victor: "Dear guest, if you are willing to take some time to get out of the car to communicate with me, then I will take some time to communicate with you under the car..."
Victor glanced at the goods in the shop and felt that they were all strange things. For example, spoons and pocket watches were placed together, and records were sandwiched between the pages of books. They were all old.
Victor deliberately grabbed the gun in his hand, jumped down from the carport, and looked at the businessman's mask in confusion.
"What do you want?"
"Please call me a wandering traveler. If you want to buy something from me, then I will sell you a product."
Huh?
Victor had only chatted with this guy for a few words, and he could already clearly feel that he was a person who liked to talk nonsense.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your goods, nor do I need them. If you're short of money, I can notify the coachman who is traveling with you to come and take a look." Victor twisted his neck, which meant to tell him that he was not traveling alone.
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The wandering traveler clasped his hands together, rubbed them together and said: "They can't do it. They are not qualified to exchange for their own goods, and their goods will not be handed over to unqualified people."
This made Victor amused. He picked up a lighter that was out of oil and joked: "It seems that these rags of yours still have a lot of hidden value..."
"My transactions are not settled with money, so banknotes cannot be used to trade goods with me.
You have an item in your hand that interests me, and it is precisely because you own that item that I am interested."
"Okay!" Victor couldn't stand this guy talking anymore, "Say something I can understand."
The Wanderer stretched out his right hand from his chest and pointed at the white horse pulling Victor's caravan.
White ass?
This move made Victor a little confused. He stared at the white horse for a moment, then returned to staring at the businessman with a smile on his face.
Having secretly removed the hammer of the pistol with his right hand, Victor replied in a low voice: "This is not for sale."
"So that's it." The wandering traveler waved his hands, pretending to be surprised, "This horse belonged to me before it was stolen, but it no longer belongs to me after it was stolen..."
Hearing this, Victor was slightly startled.
He remembered Arthur's last words, and the other party mentioned that he had indeed stolen the white butt.
But under the current circumstances, Victor will certainly not admit his guilt. The person involved is dead, and the horse should be his own.
"I only know that I won this horse at the poker table. No matter how it turns around in the past, it has nothing to do with me."
After receiving the rejection, the strange businessman in front of him was not angry. He bowed and nodded in a good-tempered manner without any sign of guilt. He just advised: "You can sift through all the goods in my shop and take one for exchange.
My products will also be available for you to filter."
Victor looked at the trash in his truck with disgust and waved his hands repeatedly.
The wandering traveler quickly picked up his belongings one by one and showed them to Victor.
"What about this pot? Although it's broken underneath, as long as you don't cook anything, it's a new pot."
"Well... or this set of horseshoes, although one piece fell off on the road, there are only three pieces left. But if you can cut off one of the horse's legs, then three pieces are enough, right?"
"And this lock, it doesn't have a key, isn't that wonderful? As long as you can open it, you can lock any secret you want."
"Maybe this caviar was originally intended for me to eat. It has only expired for a month, but it is not bad at all because the bugs in it are still alive and well..."
The wandering traveler, who was in a frenzy of sales, handed the can to Victor, which made Victor feel sick.
Following the opponent's movements, the bells on his body kept swaying and jingling.
Just when Victor was impatient and wanted to send him away, the Wanderer suddenly pulled out a dirty page from the old book and shouted to Victor: "Or this, a man named Vincent Tang
Although there is only one note written, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Victor suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's wrist.
"Who?"
"The signature is Vincent Tang, so this person's last name is Tang and his name is Vincent."
Snap!
Victor pressed the other person's hand on the shop floor, and with the help of the oil lamp hanging on the roof of the car, he could roughly tell from the corner of his eye that the handwriting was indeed Vincent's.
"I can give you my white ass."
Victor changed his previous attitude and actually agreed to the deal.
"Ah~~! You are really a wise and generous person, and you will definitely become wise and generous in the future."
Ignoring this guy's nonsense, Victor walked to the caravan and soothed White Butt's mane.
He has already thought about it. Since he is going to the industrial city of Renekton in the west, a white horse that can walk on water is actually of little use. There is no prairie for it to gallop there.
On the contrary, Vincent's notes are very important to Victor. Each note records a lot of information about the mysterious side of this world. After losing Father San as his guide, Victor currently has only two ways to learn such knowledge.
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One is to join the Anti-Suppression Department and check the internal information of the Anti-Suppression Department, and the other is the notes of this mysterious butler.
As for how to pull the car after handing over the white butt, Victor has already thought of a way out.
This is the inn. It is not difficult to buy two horses.
He led the white buttocks to the wandering traveler, who handed the page of notes to Victor in a very trustworthy manner.
"Wait a minute, it's a bit of a loss to exchange a horse for a piece of paper, not to mention that White Butt is not an ordinary horse. Do you have other notes about this person?" Victor did not forget to ask one more question before handing over the horse.
"Since I can only give you one page of notes, I can't give you the second one..."
"Okay! I understand!" Victor interrupted the other party, and then thought of something else, and continued, "I am short of horses to pull the cart. If you get me two, the deal will be considered equal."<
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The wandering traveler was stunned for a moment, looking a little embarrassed. Finally, he handed the not-so-distinctive black horse he was holding behind his car to Victor.
Except for the white butt, an ordinary horse couldn't pull Victor's caravan, and Victor had to buy another one.
However, since the opponent couldn't find a second horse, Victor had no choice but to acquiesce.
He took away his things, couldn't wait to return to the caravan, lit the oil lamp, and began to study this page of notes carefully.