While the dog leg was grateful, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, his young master used to be very stingy, how could he become generous after being struck by lightning?

They couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, so they simply didn't want to, anyway, it was a good thing for them dogs.

Reynard's gaze moved away from the two doglegs, and he immediately noticed an old man with a stern expression standing in an inconspicuous corner, he was stunned, and then reacted: "Mr. Walker?"

Although the impression of Walker is very different from the chubby and humble old man in front of him, he can still see the heroism of the other party when he was young from between his eyebrows.

He couldn't help but sigh that time really made the best whetstone, red cherries, green plantains, purple grapes, and soft bananas.

Renard coughed dryly, leaving the filth in his mind behind.

Old Walker naturally didn't know what others were thinking, he smiled awkwardly and replied respectfully: "I'm Old Walker, Young Master Renard, I didn't expect you to remember me." ”

Even if he has good strength and has made a lot of fame in the adventure circle of Fort Saint-Brieu, he can ignore Renard's doglegs, but when facing the real power of the nobles, he is still an ant who can be strangled at any time.

Renard saw that the other party was a little nervous, and said comfortingly: "Don't be nervous, it's like being at your own home." ”

Then he collapsed upright on the couch, staring at the other man.

Having said that, old Walker didn't dare to be presumptuous at all, just like the little daughter-in-law who saw her in-laws for the first time, standing in the middle of the living room stiffly, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

Even though he was very curious about the layout of the castle, he still didn't dare to look around.

Renard was speechless for a while, and the doglegs said that this old man was the best among the adventurers, his strength was good, and his name was very famous, and now he seemed to be like a puffed bag.

The fact is very simple, he is a good young man living in the new century, and he does not have many class concepts, while the other party grew up in the Middle Ages with clear classes, and his heart has been branded with obedience and submission from birth.

The lord is the master of their fate to them, and no matter how strong they are, they cannot change this, unless they can also become nobles one day, and this innate humility will be completely eliminated.

Renard didn't dwell on this matter, the most important thing now is to get the medal and complete the task.

He took out two cigars, handed one to Old Walker, and went straight to the point: "Where's the medal?"

Old Walker hurriedly caught the cigar, in fact, he could catch it with great ease, but because he was too nervous, his hands and feet seemed very busy.

He didn't dare to swallow the clouds in the lord's castle, put the cigar in his jacket pocket, and replied very reverently: "I have brought the medal." ”

As he spoke, he took out a glittering gold medal from his pocket on the other side, his expression was a little struggling, but his movements were non-stop, and he respectfully handed it over.

Instead of picking it up, Renard tilted his head and gestured to the dogleg.

Tommy stepped forward to take the medal, looked left and right for a long time, and replied affirmatively: "That's right, it's Mr. Wilson's family heirloom, I have seen him show off." ”

Renard then reached out and took it, and tossed it with his hand, feeling that it weighed half a pound.

He was secretly surprised, no wonder old Walker would have taken this thing in his mind, if it was placed in the era in which he lived, this medal could be sold for eighty or ninety thousand yuan.

At the same time as handing over the meritorious medal, old Walker also handed over a money bag painfully.

Renard looked at the other with a smile in his cigar and asked, "What does this mean?"

Old Walker was also laughing, but his smile was a little stiff: "Because of the medal, I hit Mr. Tommy the day before yesterday, which is the villain's apology." ”

"Apologies?" Renard took the money bag and tossed it upside down, the corners of his mouth hooking up with a disdainful smile.

He returned the money bag to Old Walker, with a look of pleasure: "Do you think I look like a person who can't afford to pay for his medical bills?"

This question made everyone around him stunned at the same time, and old Walker's head was also a little cloudy, and he learned from the mouth of Tommy, a dog-legged man, that the other party liked money the most, why did he suddenly change his temper today.

Are you lying to yourself? No reason! Is it because you don't have enough money?

Thinking of this, old Walker couldn't help but shudder, there were eighty silver coins in the money bag, which he had accumulated after half a year of hard work, if this could not make him tempted, then how much would he have to pay next?

There are also two doglegs who can't understand Renard's intentions, Ben clearly remembers that his young master even cheated the poor old woman of Lady Tamara for money, why did he make a 180-degree change now?

There's definitely a conspiracy, that's Serena's idea.

Renard didn't care what other people thought, he said to old Walker with a pleasant face: "I don't want money, but you have to do something for me." ”

"What's the matter?" Old Walker was faintly a little vigilant, this gentleman actually asked him to help with things, which was really a bit unexpected, but I was afraid that he was uneasy and kind!

"You don't have to be too nervous, it's not that hard. Renard gracefully flicked the ash of his cigarette, pondered for a moment, and asked, "I heard that you are the greatest adventurer in Fort Saint-Brieu?"

Hearing the most powerful words, Old Walker's old face was slightly red, but he quickly turned serious, revealing a slightly proud expression: "It's not powerful, it's just a little famous." ”

Renard tilted his head and thought, "Is this modesty?"

Old Walker laughed dryly and said modestly: "It's all up to your peers." ”

"Ahem!" Renard choked on his cigar and asked, "Are you familiar with the surroundings of Fort Saint-Brieu?"

"It's not just familiarity, I've been an adventurer for forty years, forty years. Old Walker looked embarrassed, he was not a talkative man, and when he mentioned his adventures, he immediately talked more.

He patted his chest and promised, "I dare not say anything else, the entire barren land, even the great southern wilderness, have left my footprints, and even the dangerous Ambrizette Mountains I have entered dozens of times. ”

Talking about this, he became more and more energetic, and his stomach was full of wonderful stories to tell.

In normal times, Renard would be interested in hearing about the wonderful adventures, but he has important things to do now, so he can't waste time.

He stretched out his hand to signal the other party to stop, and snapped his fingers: "Very good, I want you to draw me a map of the distribution of monsters within a radius of ten kilometers from Fort St. Brieu, of course, it would be better if you could help me find a guide." ”

Everyone was dazed, and Serena stared at the big watery eyes and asked, "What does the young master want the map for?"

Renard smiled mysteriously: "Of course it's going on an adventure." ”