I Become a Landlady in the Game World-Chapter 320 - 190: Half Right Guess

One of the big fat sheep, Bridges, returned with the remaining mercenaries to their team, looking slightly flustered.

When they returned, the mercenaries who had stayed behind subconsciously drew their weapons and looked towards their backs.

Only after confirming no Beastmen were in pursuit did they turn their attention to Bridges.

Sol frowned and asked directly, "Bridges, what’s the situation?"

The main concern was that Bridges looked somewhat disheveled, which was not expected for someone just scouting.

Bridges steadied his pounding heart and hurriedly said, "We were ambushed. They didn’t choose to confront us head-on, but waited until we were close enough before they struck. These Beastmen are different."

Listening to Bridges’ assessment, Sol glanced in the direction of O’Neill, who still stood aloof, looking down at them with disdain.

Especially after Bridges’ retreat, O’Neill appeared even more arrogant, laughing heartily and looking like he deserved a good beating.

Speaking of strength, Bridges perked up, "There are over three hundred Beastmen, around a hundred Tiger-men, and over two hundred Kobolds, all young warriors." Each one was valuable!

"What are they doing here in this frontier area?" Unable to help himself, Sol thought more deeply, then asked another question, "What are their levels?"

"They’re pretty much all Basic-Level Warriors with very simple attack methods. If we deploy most of our forces, there’s a good chance we can take them down," Bridges couldn’t help saying.

In fact, having just felt a bit stifled from his escape, he was now eager to recover his dignity.

"Are you sure there’s only three hundred or so?" Philip couldn’t help but ask further.

"Positive. As long as the map’s location is accurate, there shouldn’t be any mistakes," Bridges assured.

After that, both Bridges and Philip looked towards Sol, awaiting his decision.

Sol was indeed calculating at this moment.

He wasn’t planning to make an unnecessary move, but as Bridges and Philip said, the opportunity of this trip was rare, and it would be a shame to miss it.

However, the idea of launching an attack made him feel something was off about the appearance of this Beastman squad.

"What if they’re deliberately baiting us to attack? What if they have a contingency plan? Look at that Tiger-man up there, still deliberately provoking us, trying to lure us in. They must have a purpose," Sol stated bluntly, "I don’t understand their intentions, so I don’t feel comfortable."

"Are you afraid they’re hiding more Beastmen?"

"Yes."

"I don’t think so," Philip interjected, "If it wasn’t for the equipment we have pinpointing their presence, we’d probably have gone straight to them. Their provocation makes me think they’re deliberately making us believe they have a backup plan to prevent us from attacking them."

"Exactly! If we hadn’t discovered them, they’d still be hiding in the forest! No matter what their aim is, I think it’s more likely that we just happened to come across them," Bridges agreed with the speculation.

The more they thought about it, the more they believed this conjecture was correct.

Yet, unbeknownst to them at this moment, they were only half right; the other half was that this group of Beastmen indeed audaciously sought to make a hefty profit from them.

Sol silently reviewed the situation in his heart.

It couldn’t be denied; both Bridges and Philip had hit the nail on the head.

Perhaps he was overthinking it.

With this thought, his mind was made up.

"Alright, let’s take a gamble," Sol declared, "You two start picking people."

"How many should we leave behind?" Bridges asked, glancing at the trembling Beastmen enclosed within their circle.

Considering the Sheep-headed Men’s timid nature, there was no need to leave too many behind.

Sol thought the same and stated directly, "Let’s leave fifty primary professionals."

Those with too low levels would be no match for the Beastmen anyway.

"Okay." Both Bridges and Philip agreed without hesitation.

Within moments, the selections had been made.

As for the rest, they quickly set off towards the forest under the leadership of Sol and his two compatriots.

On the hillside, O’Neill, witnessing this, hurriedly left without turning his head, not leaving a single word behind.

Sol also kept an eye on the situation, and upon seeing O’Neill’s "panicked" departure, his expression eased.

It looked very likely that the enemy was all smoke and mirrors.

With that, he hastened his pace.

Seeing their figures disappear, the mercenaries left behind casually picked a spot to rest.

"How long do you think it’ll take for the captain and the others to return?"

"Within a few hours, they should have it under control."

"If we don’t go, how much will we get?"

"Don’t worry! If our captains get meat, we’re sure to get some soup."

"..."

The group relaxed, chatting with an ease that contrasted sharply with the Beastmen, including Sheep-headed Men, tied together with ropes, some of whom began to whisper in anticipation as they saw their numbers dwindling.

"Do you think those Tiger-men can win?"

"It’s unlikely! Looking at them, they might just end up becoming one of us."

"Those people are despicable!"

"Wait and see! There’s still hope."

"... "

If they could win, would they come to their rescue?