I'm a villain, not a devil

"What? You want to enter the City of Sand?"

At the edge of the gray sea, the snake head that controlled this small area looked at the man in front of him.

The other person was covered in dust, and the clothes on his body were worn and old. It was obvious that he was a person in distress, the kind with little wealth.

The snakehead has lived on the edge of the Gray Sea all his life. His biggest source of profit is to transport others into the satellite cities of Sand City. Some of these people are desperadoes, some are traitors, some are explorers, and some are rich young men.

In short, there are all kinds of people, but it is rare to see incompetent people in distress.

The legend of the City of Sand has always existed, but few people know how to enter the City of Sand. The snakehead was once a member of a satellite city of the City of Sand. He had to escape because he committed a crime. He had some skills and remembered the roads in the wind and sand, so he started working as a "smuggler".

The snakehead knew very well that the City of Sand would not be unaware of his actions, but on the one hand, the snakehead only brought people into the satellite city and left everything else alone, and on the other hand, the snakehead would always honestly place a large amount of supplies at a fixed location every year.

The satellite cities of Sand City also needed population replenishment, and both parties acquiesced to this action, but the premise was that the snakehead could not publicize that he knew the route in the Gray Sea, and could not have any intersection with other forces.

Therefore, most people who know that the snakehead is doing this kind of thing have learned it from his former customers, but the victims do not have this ability. Of course, the victims are unlikely to be able to pay the fees.

The man in front of me looked honest and unremarkable, except that he always had a bitter look on his face.

Seeing the snakehead's appearance, the man immediately explained: "I used to be a laborer in the Sea Wolf Caravan. Luckily, I heard some news. The caravan was laying off employees recently. I... I was fired, so I thought of coming to you."

The snakehead showed a look of realization. No matter what the people in the caravan did, they were always better informed than others.

Moreover, it is normal for the Sea Wolf Caravan to start cutting spending.

The snakehead sneered: "They said that life is getting better, but they don't want you anymore?"

The honest man sighed, "I thought I could get more work, but the leader said that the danger is getting lower and lower, and they don't need experienced people like me anymore... Those poor people who were originally cowardly are now scrambling for work, and they only want half of my salary..."

The snake head laughed, he knew why.

In the past half month, for some unknown reason, the frequency of crazy beasts appearing on the road leading to the major forces from the edge of the Gray Sea has dropped countless times.

It was not a brief disappearance, but a massacre that was almost genocide.

No one knew who took action, but the drastic reduction in the number of maniacs made everyone active.

In the past, as long as you walked out of the human gathering place, you would attract the attention of the crazy beasts if you were not careful. But now, after walking along the path for dozens of kilometers, you can only see three or four crazy beasts along the way, and their strength is at most elite level. It is considered a prize to encounter a king-level one.

You know, in the past, if you took a small road, it was normal to encounter hundreds of crazy beasts in just a few dozen kilometers, and many of these crazy beasts were king-level.

Originally, people thought that the Mad Beasts had gone dormant for some reason, until someone discovered a large pile of their mutilated corpses, and then people realized that something was slaughtering the Mad Beasts.

In just half a month, the casualty rates of the major caravans dropped sharply.

This made all the major caravans ecstatic, and everyone worked ten thousand times harder than before. Under such circumstances, the skilled laborers in the caravans should have been more popular, but things did not go as planned. The danger from the crazy beasts was greatly reduced, and ordinary people who originally did not dare to work in the caravan joined in.

The transportation efficiency of the major caravans increased greatly, and the cost was greatly reduced. All of a sudden, the major caravans shuttled back and forth with the edge of the Gray Sea as a transit station.

Unexpectedly, the guy in front of me is the unlucky guy who was "eliminated".

Seeing the snakehead chuckle, the honest man couldn't help sighing: "Although it was more dangerous before, the salary was always much higher than that of ordinary people. Now the salary has dropped, but I have to pay my mortgage..."

The snakehead was even happier when he heard this: "Where did you buy the house?"

The man said painfully, "I saved money for a long time and bought a house in Ilia City last year... Damn it!"

The snake head laughed: "Brother, you are so unlucky! Hahahahaha!"

Seeing him laughing non-stop, the man didn't dare to get angry and refute, but just stood there sighing.

The snakehead wiped the tears from his eyes and asked: "Where did you get the money to pay the toll?"

The man whispered, "I couldn't pay the mortgage, so I mortgaged my house to another small bank... I calculated that without the previous income, my house would be taken away in less than half a year. I worked hard to earn this house, why would I lose it! Since it has come to this, I might as well... might as well..."

As he spoke, his voice became softer, but the snake head laughed with satisfaction.

It seems that this unlucky guy is quite smart and decisive, and the City of Sand is indeed a good place to go.

Having heard enough of the unlucky guy's stories, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and just quoted a high price.

The man gritted his teeth and handed over the tattered bag he was carrying.

The smuggler took it and counted it. He found it was just right and laughed out loud: "Brother, you are quite careful. You only brought this much money. Did you hide the rest?"

The man panicked and forced a smile, "That's all I have..."

The snakehead sneered, "I'm doing this job with the support of the Sand City, so I won't do anything that's unscrupulous. I'll give you half an hour to find your remaining things, and then we'll set off. Let me tell you in advance that I'll only take you to within ten kilometers of Sand City 4, and you'll have to find the way out by yourself. If you can't find it, you'll die in there, and I'll take your things. Do you understand?"

The man nodded immediately: "I understand, I know the rules!"

Half an hour later, a group of people, including the honest man, who were going to sneak across the border were blindfolded.

Walking on the road, they only felt the wind and sand blowing at them, making their faces hurt. How could they have any sense of direction at all?

After about an hour, the team stopped and the snakehead's voice sounded again: "We're here. I'm leaving now. It depends on your luck and experience. Hehe."

When everyone took off their blindfolds, the snakehead and his men had disappeared, and they were in a vast sea of ​​gray and could not see anything.

The faces of several people tensed, but as they had expected this, they were not panicked. They immediately took out the things they had prepared and started looking for a way.

"Brothers, we are all going to the City of Sand, why don't we get to know each other?" A young man who looked quite young spoke first.

Having come to this point, there was no need for any intrigue. The remaining people all told each other their names, leaving only the last honest man.

The man hesitated for a while, and finally spoke timidly under the gazes of others: "My name is a little sensitive... but it's just a name!"

The others were puzzled: "It's just a name, what else could it be?"

The young man who spoke first smiled and said, "Brother, you don't have the same name as some big shot, do you?"

The man nodded bitterly: "My name is Sean..."