When Carlos agreed that Char must send a letter to him before leaving, so that he could practice it, he announced the end of this short lunchtime fishing party.

As for the harvest.

Because the water flow under the wooden bear bridge is relatively turbulent, and the fish in the freshwater river are too cunning.

Ahem, in short, the harvest is not good.

After Malt and Coman were gone, only Carlos and Grant were left on the riverbank.

Carlos waited boredly for a while to see if the fish would catch the bait.

If the wild fishing fails, the expected grilled fish feast will be lost.

When Carlos had a drum in his belly, he had no intention of continuing to abuse his stomach, he stood up and propped up a lazy waist, beckoned Uncle Grant, who was guarding him with a vigilant face, and went home happily.

Because it is on the river beach near the town market, if you want to go home, you need to climb up a dirt slope that winds up behind you, and then turn back to the wooden bear bridge and cross the wooden bridge.

However, the guy who had been guarding the bridge had no intention of leaving.

It seems that this is waiting for yourself, I knew that this kind of person was like a dog skin plaster, and I couldn't get rid of it if I was glued to it, should I be cautious in the first place, or solve the problem in another way?

Carlos thought hesitantly as he walked.

It's just that when he looked up again and saw the figure at the bridge, which had gradually become clear, he suddenly woke up, seemed to have an understanding, and his eyes became resolute again.

Alchemy is what he has been pursuing, and since he has done it, there is no room for retreat, so why bother thinking about it if this is the case.

After thinking about all this, I don't have to worry about it.

Carlos's fair face, with distinct facial features, re-revealed a free demeanor.

"Uncle, we'll meet that Anderson for a while. If you know each other, forget it, but what do you think..."

"And slaughtered him?"

Carlos glared.

"Can you kill him?"

Grant thought for a moment and shook his head.

Then on the angular face, the thick eyebrows were raised, and the triangular thorn blade in the cuff was slowly withdrawn, and he said with a smile: "It seems that it can't, but the little young master is interested in him, and it shouldn't be a problem to leave him." ”

It's hard to imagine that such an honest-looking old man would be a full-time assassin of the Thieves' Guild of the Central Administrative Province.

Carlos continued to walk forward with his fishing gear packed behind his back, and because he was climbing upwards, he just turned his head to see the bright triangular stabbing blade in Grant's cuff below.

He suddenly remembered something he was curious about, but he had forgotten all along.

At this moment, his mind thought like an electric shock for a moment, and he stopped and wondered:

"In the letter left by my mother, I mentioned that you once assassinated a dark magician, uncle?"

Grant spread his hands and said, "That's the thing. ”

"Is it easy to kill?"

Grant was obviously stunned for a moment, and then muttered angrily in reply, it's okay.

Seems reluctant to talk about it.

"Oh, but uncle, why do you only like to use cold weapons, isn't the bursting shotgun not as powerful as your dagger?"

Grant shook his head, "Shotguns are also used to fight unwieldy and fur-heavy alien beasts, killing people is still a swordsman's forte, and those seemingly fierce bounty hunters who meet swordsmen in the wilderness are actually moving targets." ”

Carlos nodded, thoughtful.

Indeed, thermal weapons seem to be disadvantageous in addition to their high power, and with the Bounty Hunter's favorite high-powered Burst Shotgun as its own, even the most experienced bounty hunter in the wilderness will need as soon as ten breaths to reload for the next firing after a miss.

Such a fatal shortcoming is of very limited use in tight and fierce battles.

However, for a non-martial artist, thermal weapons are still the best option to compensate for their lack of strength.

Even if it is short-lived, it is often fatal.

Carlos finally climbed the slope and stepped on the loose soil at the top of the slope, and in front of him was the head of the wooden bear bridge, his former masterpiece, the wooden bear still standing on the bridgehead pile, which had become somewhat decayed by the wind and rainforest, through the gap in the bridge railing.

Carlos looked at the increasingly clear black shadow and asked, "Is there a powerful character in the black hat?"

Grant stepped forward, looked at the figure on the bridge, and pouted.

"Yes, there's a tricky guy in front of you. ”

Carlos sighed, said no more, and walked forward.

The twelve-year-old half-old boy, followed by an old servant who cherished words like gold, and the two of them walked slowly without saying a word, and they showed their might.

Carlos's face with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, there is not much flesh, but the facial features are neatly distinguished, and a pair of dark eyes on the straight nose are deep and tight.

The two sides soon expected to meet.

Carlos gets straight to the point.

"How many silver coins can I open!?"

Anderson, the black hat, was wearing a black gown that had been washed countless times, and there was a black cat standing on his shoulder, which looked very thin, but the cat's big flickering eyes were full of sharpness and vigilance.

Anderson had a very simple and ordinary face, full of stubble, and he was obviously flustered for Carlos's straightforward words, and plucked out his ears, and then said suspiciously: "Silver coins?"

Carlos looked up at Anderson calmly, and said lightly: "Don't check, how many silver coins can settle the matter of the Wooden Dog Bear Bridge?"

Anderson was furious, and if he hadn't looked at Grant who was ready to attack behind the young man in front of him, he would have wanted to grab Carlos by the collar and slap him in the face.

"You think I'm missing that little bit of silver!"

Carlos noticed the gloomy and terrifying expression of the man in front of him, and even a little flustered for a moment, but fortunately he had expected it, so he quickly calmed down, he was not fully grown, and his height of one meter six was a head shorter in front of this black hat, but his arrogant face was like a victorious general, inspecting his prisoners.

"You don't seem to have bought new clothes in a long time, and your cat is hungry and skinny. ”

Carlos slowly approached Anderson, carefully moving between Anderson and the black cat.

Being looked up and down by a child, Anderson felt extremely humiliated.

"I'm not going to sell my principles for the sake of silver. Anderson said coldly, apparently on the verge of an outburst.

But then, things would turn too fast, making this self-proclaimed Sword Pavilion believer feel unbelievable. The aristocratic young man in front of him slowly turned behind him, and when he was inexplicable, he shook his legs and shook his steps.

In the surprised eyes of the black hat, Carlos quickly ran away for a distance, turned around and shouted: "Uncle, you entangle this bastard, I'll go back and call for help." ”

In an instant, Anderson's face became extremely exciting, and he looked at the back of the young man who had gradually drifted away in astonishment, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Mafu Grant beside him was accustomed to it, shrugged his shoulders and looked at the embarrassed Anderson, and said seriously: "Maybe you should have asked for more silver coins just now, my young master has saved a lot of private money!"

Anderson turned his head in surprise, looked at Grant with a solemn face and said, "Are you really going to stop me here?"

Grande nodded.

"I'm a three-star swordsman, and you're a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, and you're on par. ”

Anderson felt that there were more strange things encountered today than the sum of all these years, a young master from a noble family, without any benevolence and shame, ran away in front of him, and a servant who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, claiming to be a three-star swordsman, knowing that he was a believer in the Sword Pavilion, and daring to make a big fuss.

Lose your marbles.

Anderson felt that it would be unwise to follow the same pattern in the city of Cyprus in this poor country.