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Chapter 301 - 246: The Tower’s Defenders are in Conflict!
Chapter 301: Chapter 246: The Tower’s Defenders are in Conflict!
That night, many people from the small town came to Thakkar’s house, partly to see Sean Knight and his companions, and partly to thank them, as they had managed to get rid of the troublesome robbers.
There were some minor issues afterward, but thanks to Thakkar’s connections, Sean Knight and his friends managed to avoid trouble, though they had to hand over the car.
It was said that the car was also stolen by the robbers, which was why it was recognized.
Sean Knight and his friends could feel the hatred the people in the town had for those robbers.
Through the translation of Alistair Murray, Sean Knight and his friends learned that the robbers not only caused trouble for foreign tourists, but also for the locals. The nearby small towns were also their robbery targets.
However, they only stole from the locals and didn’t hurt them. Combined with their possession of guns, the sparse population in the area, and the limited number of policemen, the cunning robbers had not been caught yet.
Little did they expect to be defeated by Sean Knight and his friends.
So the next morning, when Sean Knight and his friends were planning to leave, many people from the town sent them gifts.
Although the gifts were not worth much, such as homemade jam, honey, and dried fruits, the good intentions behind them were appreciated.
Sean Knight and his friends symbolically accepted some of the gifts, then politely declined Thakkar’s and the townspeople’s attempts to persuade them to stay and departed by car.
As they left, it was evident that Thakkar’s reputation in the town had risen due to the incident.
In the car, Alistair Murray was talkative, unlike his previous silence, until they drove deep into the plains where he became quiet again.
The direction of the onward journey was determined by Sean Knight.
After passing the ancient city ruins, Sean Knight was convinced that he was getting closer and closer to his destination.
Although it had been less than half a month since they left, Sean Knight decided to get things done as quickly as possible and then head home.
"Boss, there are tire tracks in front of us!" Elijah Hastings, who was driving, said to Sean Knight sitting beside him.
This time there was only one car, squeezing in five people.
Fortunately, they had traveled like this on their way there, and aside from the gifts sent by the people in the town, there was nothing else in the car.
Sean Knight also saw the tire tracks pressed down in the deep grass.
"They must have followed us all the way!" Sean Knight felt a little nervous. He was afraid that someone else might have gotten ahead of them!
Elijah Hastings, knowing Sean Knight’s concerns, sped up and followed the tire tracks.
As they drove deeper into the plains, they slowly approached the mountains. From here, the ground began to undulate, with small hills and hillocks becoming more common.
The ride became bumpy.
"I see felt tents ahead!" Sean Knight suddenly shouted.
"Really?" Sure enough, a few kilometers ahead on the hillside, a cluster of felt tents appeared faintly visible with some horses. Most importantly, there was a car there as well!
Felt tents and Mongolian yurts were similar in appearance, with the main differences being size and shape. The Kazakh tribe called them felt tents, while the Mongolian ethnic group called them Mongolian yurts. They were round and pointy-topped, with no significant differences in Sean Knight’s view.
They could see that the grass around the tents had been trampled down, indicating that they had stayed there for quite some time.
Looking at the surrounding environment, Sean Knight’s eyes lit up.
They should be close to the location he was searching for!
"Let’s go there first but don’t go directly to the tents. Find a place to stop, and we’ll see what’s going on first."
Although the felt tents might be related to what Sean was searching for, he had no intention of going to them directly.
After all, the final target location was still some distance away from the felt tents.
Since leaving the town, Sean Knight had returned the guns to Elijah Hastings and the others. So now, everyone except Alistair Murray had a gun.
For Elijah Hastings and the others, having guns in their hands meant that they were not afraid of anything.
They stopped their car near a hill, got out, and with Elijah Hastings and others guarding Sean Knight, he began observing the nearby terrain, comparing it to the map in his mind.
Alistair Murray was curiously wandering around the grassland.
Although his family had been herders at one point, they later moved into breeding businesses. He had always been in school and rarely visited the grasslands.
It was hard not to get excited in such vast, pristine grasslands, especially with the blooming wildflowers. Alistair Murray took his mobile phone and snapped several pictures.
He then suddenly yelled:
"Mushroom circle! Sean Knight, hurry up and come see the mushroom circle!"
Sean Knight knew about mushroom circles. This phenomenon was not particularly rare on the grasslands, although it had become less common in recent years.
His shout made Elijah Hastings and the others quite unhappy. They had not intentionally hidden themselves from the people near the felt tents, but an alarm would have been better avoided if possible.
But with Alistair Murray’s exclamation, the sound could easily be heard within a few kilometers in the grasslands.
Alistair Murray realized that he had become overly excited, so he quickly covered his mouth, snapped a few more photos, picked several large mushrooms, and then quietly returned to the car.
Sean Knight saw someone coming out of the felt tents to check the noise, then turning their eyes to his side.
He knew that he and his companions had been discovered.
However, it didn’t matter; they would have been discovered sooner or later anyway.
Unbeknownst to Sean Knight, there had been a heated argument at the felt tents when they arrived.
Had it not been for Alistair Murray’s shout, they might not have been noticed at all.
Inside the largest felt tent, the two brothers who had been watching Sean Knight and his companions, along with an old man, were arguing. Meanwhile, in another felt tent, a group of people wearing suits sipped milk tea.
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