After cleaning up the battlefield, Renard rode around twice on his handsome horse, and after making sure that nothing of value was left behind, he pulled the reins again and headed northwest.

At the same time, he took the time to open the system task interface and glanced twice, and the task of slaughtering the goblins was only twenty-two percent completed.

Renard tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his good mood was suddenly swept away.

He quickened the speed of his horsewhip, caught up with a few goblins in the middle of the way, and slashed with a wave of his hand: "Twenty-three percent, twenty-four percent......"

The horse galloped, and even though there was a slight delay on the way, he reached his destination at noon.

As far as the eye can see, there are only a few dilapidated inns made of a mixture of wood and stone for passing merchants, and the hotel is a little dilapidated, and it is estimated that it will be in existence for decades.

This place is only three or five miles from the Ambrizette Mountains, and it can even be said that it is located at the foot of the mountain, and the innkeeper is probably not weak to make a living in such a dangerous place.

In fact, Lord Saber Howard Garden is a well-known bounty hunter in the Barrens, having won many honorable titles such as "Blue Spider Hunter", "Ogre Hunter", "Troll Hunter", "Scythe Demon Hunter", and many others.

More than 20 years ago, when the demon plague broke out, he single-handedly killed dozens of demon killers, which won the favor of the kingdom's military department, and was later canonized as a lord for his outstanding military achievements.

Demon Shooters are brutal demons of the Abyss, known for their cunning and swiftness, and many lords have died in their assassinations during the Demon Calamity.

If you want to hunt and kill demon archers, you must at least have the strength of a fighting martial artist, and your martial arts skills must be quite exquisite, and you must even master extraordinary marksmanship skills.

As for those who can hunt down dozens of demon archers, their strength is enough to rank in the top 100 in the Barrens.

However, no matter how strong a warrior is, there are times when bad luck, Sir Howard was once ordered to clean the lair of a small demon, and unfortunately met a few sickle demons, and the two sides started a bloody battle, and the other party saved his life by breaking the wrist of a strong man.

Having lost his sword-wielding right hand, he was so weakened that he had to retire from the army and fade out of the bounty hunters' circle.

Sir Howard returned to his hometown of Fort St. Brieu, and used half of his life's wealth to build this inn, and took apprentices to teach martial arts, enjoying a simple and comfortable life.

Throughout the first half of his life, there was only the heroism of dying for the country on the battlefield, and the same tragedy of having to return the horse leather shroud.

Renard thought silently, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the door of the inn.

The dilapidated signboard of the wilderness manor can vaguely see these words, but it also lives up to its name.

He threw the reins of his horse to the servant, and walked into the inn, and was instantly swept in the face by the smell of decay and inferior tobacco and alcohol.

Looking up, the hotel was not very large, there were only eight tables in the front hall, but there were quite a few guests, fifty or sixty people, who kept a safe distance from each other, drinking and guarding each other.

This is the last resting place in the Ambrizette Mountains, and both adventurers who are about to enter the mountains and those who have just come out choose to numb their nerves with alcohol.

In addition to the adventurers, there is no shortage of business travelers in the hotel, but they are all small merchants, who come here to buy the goods in the hands of the adventurers, and then sell them to other cities, and they can make a profit of four or five percent back and forth.

When I got here, there were very few people who knew Renard, after all, adventurers are the masters who have passed today and have no tomorrow, and who cares about other people.

However, not long after he entered, someone recognized him: "Renard, you are here." ”

The speaker was a thin middle-aged man, estimated to be in his fifties and sixties, with a weathered face and a bit of honesty, holding a cloth and tray in his hands, full of tavern maid costumes.

But if anyone treats him as a real tavern, I'm afraid he will suffer a big loss, Renard bowed slightly, and greeted in a slightly respectful tone: "Good afternoon, Mr. Eckert." ”

Professional thief Ackert Winter, Sir Howard's best friend, and a high-ranking warrior.

A thief is not a thief or robber, but a swordsman or archer, often in his adventures to scout the terrain and intelligence, or simply to put it mildly, scouts.

"Come and see Howard, it's not a coincidence. Eckert put down the tray, wiped his hands on the rough clothes, and reminded him very kindly: "There is a happy event today, but he is not happy, be careful when speaking." ”

Happy event, Renard pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but raise a helpless smile on his face: "Lady Issa has given birth to a lovely little girl again?"

"yes, the fourth. Eckert took a deep breath and said affirmatively, "He didn't have the life to give birth to a son." ”

Renard almost laughed out loud, and couldn't help but joke, "If any of them can capture the ambition of a certain kingdom lord with their beauty, Teacher Howard will be able to leave the barren land where birds don't." ”

Of course, this is just a joke, and it is impossible to make it a reality.

Those who are above the top will not come to this poor country at all, and even if they do, they will not like the roe deer in the country, and the story of the prince and Cinderella never exists.

Ten thousand steps back, even if there is really a big man who has taken a fancy to Sir Howard's daughter, she may not be able to break free from the fate of becoming a mistress, and judging from the teacher's temper and temperament, she will definitely not be able to endure such humiliation.

The two chatted for a while because they had something to do, and Renard took his leave and walked to the backyard.

The backyard of the hotel was very messy, the smell of horse manure filled the surroundings, and the handymen were very busy, but when they saw him passing by, no matter how busy they were, they would bow their heads tremblingly, which shows how serious the class concept of Arthur's kingdom is.

Renard ignored the other man, for he was afraid that he would spit out his breakfast when he opened his mouth, and many of the handymen took it for granted that this was the proper posture of a nobleman.

He walked briskly through the cluttered backyard, and after being far enough away, he took a deep breath.

The scum Renard has been pampered since he was a child, and he rarely touches this kind of place, and when the otaku Renard is at home, he will also clean up the house, and he will never stand such a disgusting smell.

According to the memory of the scum Renard, he walked through the narrow corridor between the two walls and saw the large training ground.

It is said to be a training ground, but it is actually a solid loess surface, surrounded by a simple wooden fence, and there is a stone pier in front of it, where Sir Howard usually likes to sit and drink tea, and at the same time supervise the apprentices to train.

If he happens to be in a good mood, he will also teach his apprentices exquisite martial arts skills, most of course, because he is no longer the high-spirited bounty hunter.