Looking at Renard's slightly immature face, Sir Howard couldn't help but sigh, his eyes fell on the quaint long table in front of him, and muttered to himself: "Actually, I have long expected that there will be fewer and fewer people here in the future." ”

Renard felt his chest panic when he heard this, and he wanted to say something but could not speak, and the barren land was only the beginning of his brilliant life after all.

With two souls and two feelings, providence allows them to merge, but they don't know what the future holds.

The master and apprentice talked until dusk, and he had to stay overnight in the wilderness manor.

Early the next morning, when Reynard was sitting in a chair in a daze after packing up his things, Sir Howard suddenly found him and warned in a serious tone: "The Ambrizet Mountains are too dangerous for you, even if you are a high-ranking warrior, you will die." ”

Then he seemed to show Renard the way to go: "There is a caravan going to the City of Plenty today, and it needs two guards, if you really want to go to the experience, it will be a good choice." ”

The City of Plenty?Renard pondered for a long time before he could find such a place from his chaotic memory.

Located in the northeast of the Barren Lands, the City of Fertility is one of the more prosperous cities in the southern part of the kingdom, with a population of more than 30,000 and roads extending in all directions.

"The City of Plenty is a nice place. Sir Howard let out a long sigh, his tone tinged with nostalgia, "If I had been young, I would have gladly accepted this task, though it was a little less." ”

The city of Plenty, more than four hundred miles from Fort Saint-Brieu, takes a considerable amount of time to get from here to its destination, and although it is less dangerous, it is also ridiculously less rewarding.

Renard thought for a moment, looked at Sir Howard's serious expression, and couldn't help but nod: "Since you say so, then I'll take a look." ”

At noon, the snowstorm doesn't mean to stop, the snow in the wilderness is ten centimeters thick enough to step on it up to your ankles, and there's nothing more pleasant than watching a bottle of vodka open by the fire.

Reynard sat in the lobby of the inn, sipping spirits, listening to the adventurers' nonsense, some of whom said that he had been beaten by three bear goblins, and some of whom had killed two hyenas alone.

Even a certain adventurer of a rather senior grade said that he had killed the ogre alone, and his words caused everyone to laugh, the ogre is a terrifyingly strong humanoid monster, two or three meters tall, and infinitely powerful, I am afraid that only a high-level martial artist can compete with it.

There hadn't been a monster like that in the area around Fort Saint-Brieux for three or five years, so people just thought he was talking nonsense.

However, when the other party pulled out the ogre teeth embedded in the silver ring from the neckline, the surrounding jokes suddenly fell silent, and even Renard couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

It was indeed the ogre's teeth, and it was the strongest fang, unless it was hit violently by an external force, it would not fall out for life, and everyone couldn't help but wonder: Is the other party really a high-level martial artist?

"Cliffor, put away your bluffing thing. The middle-aged man, who was also an adventurer, said with disdain: "Who in the City of Plenty doesn't know that you bought that ogre fang from someone else at a great price. ”

When everyone heard this, they suddenly looked at the adventurer named Colliver with disdain: "It turned out to be bought, what a poor and arrogant fellow." ”

"Damn bastards. The adventurer Cleaver was bored, glared at the person who had pierced him, cursed in a low voice, and then began to drink to himself.

In a short time, the cotton curtain at the door of the hotel to hide the wind and snow was lifted, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes swarmed in, freezing several sleepy-eyed drunkards at the door.

Then several weather-covered merchants walked in, shaking the snowflakes on their robes, and said apologetically to Cliffor, who was drinking, "I'm sorry, the snow is falling too much, and it's a little late." ”

"It's okay, it's okay to be late. Cliffor rubbed his red eyes, and said calmly under the contemptuous gazes of the people around him: "As long as you are willing to pay, the tough old Cliffor is ready to serve you at any time." ”

"And when can we leave?" asked tentatively, rubbing their frozen hands, "Is it okay now?"

They wanted to leave immediately, but they had to ask what they meant, because no one wanted to travel in a blizzard.

"Now, yes!" Cliffor, trying to stand up straight, as if trying to break free from drunkenness, finally fell limp on the wine table, and muttered before falling asleep, "I'm ready." ”

Seeing this, the merchant's face showed a slight disdain, because it was well disguised, and only Renard, who was closer, saw the truth.

The adventurer Cleaver was carried by the merchants to the carriage outside the door, and then they turned back and said to the other adventurers, "We have an escort mission to the city of plenty, and the reward of eight silver coins, is there anyone who wants to go?"

"Ding! Trigger the quest to escort the caravan to the City of Plenty, rewarding a random attribute and rewarding ten dinars. ”

Renard was overjoyed, but did not rush to say anything, and not surprisingly, the adventurers did not seem to hear the merchant's question, and left him there.

More than 200 kilometers away, it happens to encounter blizzard weather, and it will take half a month to reach the destination at the earliest, and the reward of eight silver coins is really pitiful, I am afraid that only an old adventurer like Cliffor is willing to accept this task.

Seeing that no one answered, several merchants showed helplessness, and the leading merchant gritted his teeth and raised the price: "Nine silver coins, have the nine silver coins gone?"

The expression on his face was extremely painful, as if to remind everyone: This is the highest increase I can give.

However, no one answered, and everyone drank on their own, but their attention was all on the merchant.

Nine silver coins could not impress the adventurer in front of him, and the merchant's face could not help but become even more ugly, and he had to give the final price: "Ten silver coins!"

"I'll go. Renard stood up and said in a jaw-dropping voice, "Beginner Swordsman Renard is willing to serve you. ”

The merchant glanced at him for a long time and saw that he was dressed smartly, so he nodded and said, "It's just you." ”

Renard said goodbye to Sir Howard and rode his horse to the caravan parked in front of the hotel.

The caravan of twenty carriages was unusually bloated, fourteen of them laden with goods, and six of them were filled with dirty, cowardly-looking old women and children.

Renard looked surprised: "Slave?"

"It's not. The merchant shook his head and denied his speculation, sighed and said, "It's a miserable person who goes to other places to make a living." ”

I see, Renard was silent, the poor place of the barren land really can't keep people.