C2328 Buying Horsebone with a lot of money

Grief was greater than death in the heart. Pierre finally understood the ancient Chinese language. These mercenaries could not hide their despair for their fate amidst their unbridled laughter.

Think about their actions. When they have a mission, they are a disciplined army. Once the mission is stopped, these people will become a bunch of scoundrels.

Drinking, gambling, brawling, looking for women... They frantically vented their desires, but no one treasured the money they exchanged with their lives. Besides those who were extremely desperate for the future, who else would be so crazy?

Paul glanced at Pierre, his eyes filled with disappointment. He lightly shook his head, telling him to stop thinking about it.

He completely ignored Paul's reminder. He then looked at the muscular man from North Africa and said in a low voice, "If I'm not wrong, you are Moor from North Africa?"

The hand that was wiping the kobold paused, the black muscular man raised his head and looked at him, "Yes …" "So what?"

"Well, may God bless you... "I know you guys have always treated your work as a business. You've sold your lives as goods on the shelves. You've seen, heard, experienced too much indifference. Your team has even given up all hope!"

"But did your teachings make you so decadent? According to what I said, Moor is a race that really loves families. Don't you have brothers and sisters? Don't you have your own tribe? "

"Don't you want to fight for them? You may not have any opportunities in Europe, but your employer is not a European, remember that! "

This sentence hit the nail right on the head. The Moor Warrior immediately recalled his identity as a Foundation. That's right, this was not a European power. The owner of this Foundation was in China.

The surrounding mercenaries also sat up straight, a light suddenly appearing in their eyes.

"Don't you believe in those shameless European politicians and greedy European businessmen? Don't you have a shred of hope for that ancient Oriental civilization?"

"Moor, to tell you the truth, just as the east diplomatic mission passed through the Egyptian Suez Canal, they encountered a plague at Suez Port …"

"They are just passing guests. With their status, they can totally ignore the life and death of these strangers. But they never would have thought that the envoy would actually send their own medical team and risk their lives to help the people in the port to treat the plague!"

"Where do you live? Pastors who believe in God like you. If you have the chance to go, you can ask them yourself. See if I'm lying!"

"I don't think there's any benefit in lying to you guys. I just remember clearly that the bravest mercenaries in the East can be taken care of by special policies, and there's even an army of mercenaries under Eastern Führer called Foreign Legion!"

"In the beginning, those Foreign Legion were like you guys, fighting for money. However, it was during the war that they proved their strength and loyalty, and in the end, they were able to receive the same treatment as the regular army … They even have international and middle-class statuses! "

"Now, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you insist on not wanting it, then I have nothing to say …" Pierre wanted to put the notebook back in his pocket, but a black hand grabbed his wrist as fast as lightning.

"Wait …" The Moor stared into his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the lies. Pierre, on the other hand, stared back fearlessly, and the two of them stared at each other for a full minute.

"Alright, there are times when I still have to take a gamble. Moreover, I won't lose anything …" Pierre's frank gaze finally gained the trust of the other party. The tall Moor warrior then whispered the secret in Pierre's ear.

Mercenaries were people who had their heads pinned to their belts. They did not know when they would die and were afraid that the enemies they had accumulated through years of killing would take revenge on their families.

Therefore, they would hide their identities and would not tell anyone else the details of their true hometown or their family members.

However, Pierre's cake was too alluring. Not to mention taking care of him, even if he could send some of the money he had saved, it would be a big favor to him if he did not get rid of the corruption.

The most alluring thing was still the right to be educated. These mercenaries who roamed the world had suffered losses due to lack of education. If they had known a few words and could read and write a few words, they would have been able to leave the army. With their contributions, how could they not have a job?

Mercenaries also had their own family. Even if they didn't have any children, they still had parents and siblings. Even if their parents and relatives were gone, they still had a family that was worth worrying about.

Perhaps there was a girl waiting for his return in a small fishing village on the Mediterranean coast, or perhaps it was in that remote part of the country that he had acquired love and even a descendant.

With the rustling of Pierre's pen, Moor warrior was the first to eat a crab, the people behind could not sit still anymore. Although they still looked a bit awkward on the surface, as the person who pretended to be cool and indifferent just now had not fallen.

At this moment, they believed sixty percent of them. They knew that the name they cared about the most, the moment they entered that small notebook, would change their lives and their fates greatly.

Once two, these mercenaries lined up in front of Pierre and whispered their secret to him. When the secret appeared on the paper, whether they were literate or not, they all felt a sense of comfort and security.

Time passed minute after minute, until Pierre closed his notebook at half past eleven. Paul walked to his side and asked in a low voice, "Why do you want to cause trouble? Can you really promise these things? "The Foundation doesn't have the money …"

"No, my dear Paul, you have never been to Asia, nor have you ever worked and lived in the Chinese clan … The Foundation does not have the money, but the Chinese do. The Chief calls these things the hearts of the people! "

"But …" But who would have reimbursed you for the money without the approval of Mr. Shitou and the Fiihrer? If you go back on your word, the surviving mercenaries will not let this go easily.

Pierre laughed, "Hehe, you don't understand. Sometimes, when you want to buy a horse bone, you still have to do it …"

"What do you want to buy with a thousand gold?" Horsebone... Do you buy fossils? " Paul had obviously not heard of this Chinese story before, and his face was expressionless.