Ten minutes later, Bediwell and others walked out of a clothing store near the hotel. The werewolf and the white bear man had already changed their torn and lazy robes into crisp short-sleeved shirts and jeans.
Just in time for the hot temperatures at noon.
"Okay, it's so hot." Even though he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, the white bear man was still sweating: "Obviously, it's just early spring."
"This is how the tropics are, don't worry about it." The werewolf wiped his sweat disapprovingly and counted the change in his pocket. It was obviously just the cheapest clothes in the most ordinary clothing store, but the shirts and pants for three people actually cost a lot of money.
For more than 3,000 Egyptian coins, it can be seen that prices in Egypt have risen horribly in recent years.
Bediwell subconsciously glanced at the depressed streets again. This is a suburb, so it's natural for it to be deserted, right? But the streets are barren of grass, the concrete roads are constantly cracking under the sun, and there are potholes. There are no vehicles on the road, and there are no pedestrians.
It's really too depressed.
"Egypt, Egypt's economy is so bad, so bad?" Elaine couldn't help but asked curiously.
"It is said that the Egyptian government has borrowed a large amount of foreign debt from Europe. In order to repay the debt, it is still increasing taxes." Segled explained while adjusting his clothes, "Heavy taxes and rising prices have made the people miserable."
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"Indeed." Bedivere took a look at the receipt for the clothes and found that the commodity tax accounted for more than half of the total charges. He couldn't help but sneered with contempt: "If the government is unkind, the people will have a hard time. Egypt is really not a place suitable for long-term living."
country. In comparison, whether it is Great Britain or the Turks, even Western Siberia is a paradise."
"Uh, this is such an exaggeration?" Elaine groaned.
"That's an exaggeration, meow." The werewolf hummed in a low voice: "Whether it's firewood, rice, oil, salt or the most basic warm clothing, a kind country will control the prices of these most basic survival supplies at the lowest level, so that the poor will not
Starve to death and cold to death; on the contrary, an unkind country will control the prices of these things, forcing people to pay excessive prices for the most basic survival, so as to squeeze money from the people. At present, it seems that the Egyptian government here
It's the latter."
"I've heard of this too." Seglade sighed in a low voice: "In Great Britain, coarse salt and cooking oil are very cheap. If you really can't afford them, you can get them from specific welfare institutions."
But in Egypt, the price of each pack of salt is exorbitantly high, and more than half of it is commodity tax..."
"How, how can this be possible..." After hearing this, the White Bear Man was so surprised that his face changed.
"All in all, this country is terrible." Bediwell coughed dryly: "Stop talking, let's go to the city center."
"But, but," the White Bear man couldn't help but asked doubtfully, "Where should I go to find a job?"
"Bar." Bedivere replied lightly: "If you want to get all kinds of information, you usually start at the bar."
The three of them headed towards the city center like this, but they did not expect that in a dark corner of the street, someone was secretly observing them, watching every word and action of Bedivere and others.
At the same time, Cairo Grand Casino.
"Uh---" Albert's first step into the casino was a little hesitant. But Tiger didn't want to be regarded as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, so he suppressed the uneasiness and panic on his face and walked swaggeringly.
Walking on the red carpet at the casino.
"Yes, that's it, be comfortable." Palamedes reminded in a low voice, walking side by side with Albert. In fact, he was also equally nervous, but he didn't show it on his face.
Zeffel, on the other hand, followed his father and the Khajiit youth stiffly, with even his blue leopard tail raised unnaturally straight, looking very reserved.
As orcs, it is inevitable for them to be watched by the people present. Many gamblers in the casino have already cast strange glances at these three cats, wondering how these rude beasts can integrate into the upper class society. But
The [Horus Brand] high-end suits worn by the orcs brought about a dramatic change in the minds of humans. Gradually, people began to think that these cats in suits were not as rude and vulgar as they thought. Paramidi
Which country are these rich people from?
Paramedes walked slowly around the casino, observing the changes in people's expressions, and at the same time told his two companions: "Listen, this is our first day in the casino, so don't act yet.
, don’t spend a penny on gambling. It’s not too late to take action after seeing clearly the situation in the casino.”
"I understand, I understand." Saifer put his hands in his trouser pockets and grasped a few chips in his pockets. They were all his wealth, and he had no intention of gambling away it.
"But it's boring to keep observing the situation here, isn't it?" Albert cast a pitiful look at Palamedes: "Just be responsible for observing the situation. I'll walk around to see what's new.
, so meow?"
The Leopard Man warrior scratched his head: "You are really a curious little tiger...Okay, I'll give you this chip. Although it's not much, you can play with it."
He handed Albert a hundred-dollar chip, like a candy to a child.
"Hey, that's great~" Albert ran away with the chips, and was as easy to coax as a child: "Half an hour is enough? I'll wait for you in front of the casino lobby in half an hour."
"Okay, don't get lost." Palamedes grinned and watched the tiger's back disappear into the sea of people in the casino.
"Is there really nothing wrong with Mr. Albert?" Saifer asked worriedly.
"He is penniless. Even if he loses money, he only loses a hundred yuan. There is no need to worry too much about him." Palamedes smiled disapprovingly: "And he just helps us distract some attention, so that we can also
Good move."
Because, although what Paramedes plans to do next is far from being linked to Qianju, it is by no means a legitimate act.
At the same time, in an underground tavern in the center of Cairo.
Amidst the dim lights and the stench of alcohol, a few drinkers were sitting.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon, far from the peak drinking period in the evening, so this pub was very sparsely populated. Except for some drunkards who stayed in the pub all day, no one would come.
But this deserted tavern welcomed three uninvited guests today.
Bediwell pushed open the door of the bar, walked down the stairs, and entered this small, shady bar built underground.
"Welcome." The tavern owner shouted reflexively.
He was holding a mixing bottle and shaking it vigorously, as if he was concentrating on making some kind of homemade cocktail. When he saw three orcs in ordinary clothes, he asked casually in less than authentic English: "What do you want for the guests?"
What do you want to drink?"
The werewolf sat down at the bar: "Give me a pint of barley beer.------These two children don't need to drink anything."
"I'm an adult now, meow." Seglade rolled his eyes at the werewolf dissatisfied.
"Me, me too..." Elaine also seemed to complain slightly.
But when Bedivere glared at the two of them, they immediately sat down and stopped talking.
"Guest, this is your beer." The boss brought a glass of beer with white foam.
"Thank you." The werewolf picked up the barley beer and took a sip. The mellow aroma of barley and the bitterness of hops immediately spread in his throat. With this slight alcohol boost, the werewolf pretended to be sophisticated and mustered up the courage to ask: "
Boss, are there any jobs available in the city recently?"
"Oh, you want to take a job?"
The bar owner glanced at the big sword behind Elaine. After looking at the rhinoceros horn sword, the boss looked at the spear and shield behind Seglade. He finally set his sights on Bediwell's waist.
on the dagger.
Seemingly confirming the excellent workmanship of these weapons, the boss felt a little relieved, but still asked stiffly: "These customers are so cool. Is there really no problem with your skills?"
"Don't worry about our skills." Bediwell took out a wad of banknotes from his arms: "Here is twelve thousand yuan, which is the deposit for the three of us. If things go wrong, just confiscate the money -
----But if things get messed up, we won’t be able to come back and get the money, haha."
"Very good, this guy is very smart." The boss counted the money carefully, but his eyes did not move away from the werewolf's strong and fat-free biceps for a moment. This was also the refreshing change for Bediville.
One of the reasons for wearing short-sleeved clothes is to show off your muscles in front of recruiters.
"Then, come with me." The tavern owner opened the small door of the counter and motioned for everyone to follow him. His figure had already disappeared into the darkness of the backstage corridor.
"Really, is it really okay?" Elaine looked very uneasy.
"No problem. Just go along." Bedivere crossed the bar.
(If you are deceived, just destroy the store. There is nothing to be afraid of.)
"Don't touch anything along the way, don't eat anything, don't drink anything, do you understand?" the werewolf ordered, and also walked towards the dark corridor.
"I understand, meow." Saifei nodded and followed.
As soon as Bedivere stepped into the corridor, he immediately realized that he was going down the stairs. After walking through a staircase of about thirty steps, he immediately entered a small room similar to an underground intelligence station. Under the dim light was a row of
There is a row of benches next, and the walls are covered with posters of various wanted criminals. The tavern owner is sitting at the counter at the end of the room, using an ancient computer to send and receive information.
"Come all over." The boss called the three young people: "You have just arrived, so I will give you a simple commission first."
"Where's the content? Where's the reward?" Bedivere leaned over and asked briefly and to the point.
"See for yourself." The boss just printed out a list from the computer and handed it to the werewolf youth.