An unprecedentedly high price!

Such a statement simply shocked Renault, and he couldn't help but touch his chin.

Am I so valuable?

Or else...

No, no, I'm a devout disciple of the goddess, and I have a lot of backbone, how can I have such thoughts?

Fortunately, he quickly rejected some ridiculous ideas.

And the mercenaries continued to talk about the Skullcrusher.

"I'm more concerned about the rank of the Skullcrusher than the bounty?"

Captain Gerson asked.

"At least the sixth-order elite level starts, and the seventh-order master level is also very likely!"

The caveman scout hurriedly said.

"He already had this kind of strength when he was just starting out, and now that a few years have passed, how can he be a seventh-order, right? It is even possible that he has already touched the threshold of an eighth-order legend..."

"And we're only at the fifth order..."

Captain Gerson said, a wry smile on his face.

emmmmmm, actually, I don't have a rank at all...

Renault sneered beside him.

The clergy generally do not participate in the evaluation of the rank of the outside world, because their strength and combat power do not completely depend on their own efforts, and they will be limited by their own positions, and if they can't reach the bishop, they can't use the sixth-order divine arts, and the class level can be said to be quite solidified.

Like something, once an epiphany, falling off a cliff, and after retiring from marriage in public, the situation of leaps and bounds in strength does not happen to the clergy.

But why do they care about my rank?

Renault was a little curious and continued to listen to the mercenary's chat.

"Captain, you don't want to capture the Skullcrusher, do you?"

The elven mage asked.

"Hahaha, after all, it's an adult head of 2000 gold, and I don't want to be fake, if I have the opportunity, of course I'll also... Hiss..."

Halfway through speaking, Gesen suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly gasped, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and looked around nervously.

The instinct that he has cultivated in dancing at the tip of the knife all year round made him feel a strong sense of crisis in the moment just now, very clear, very clear, like a real sense of crisis.

A similar feeling, he had only felt in that moment of life and death...

It was as if the Skull Crusher had heard what he had just said, and was snooping coldly on the sidelines, ready to jump out and blow his head at any moment.

The other mercenaries reacted in a similar way, suddenly stopping their small talk, reining in their horses and slowing down, holding their breath and looking around very nervously.

They did not dare to dismount, because they might have to flee on horseback at any moment...

But after looking at it for a long time, I found nothing, only a quiet road and an equally quiet grove, and a very kind smile from Pastor Reynolds.

After making sure that there was no danger, the mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief...

"Just now, I almost thought I was going to die... What the hell is going on?"

Captain Gerson asked with trepidation.

"I felt the same way, but there was nothing unusual around me... Pastor Reynolds, do you feel anything?"

The caveman scout asked.

"No, what happened to you just now?"

Renault smiled slightly and asked, as if he was still outside the situation, and he didn't feel anything.

The other mercenaries didn't say anything, not everyone has their dangerous instincts, so they continued to talk about the strange sense of crisis just now:

"Isn't it because we mentioned the Skullcrusher and attracted his attention?"

"I've heard that there are some powerful beings who can know that others are saying bad things about themselves behind their backs..."

The Caveman Scout asked:

"But isn't that the power of angels and gods?"

The elven mage then added:

"I've heard that some powerful demigods can do it..."

"Isn't the Skull Crusher already a ninth-order demigod?"

"Ahem, anyway, don't talk about him..."

Captain Gerson hurriedly spoke, as if to explain to the Skullcrusher in the air, and continued:

"I just made a casual joke just now, no matter what he said, he is also a high-ranking powerhouse, not something that a team like ours can covet, I really just made a random joke..."

"And I also very much appreciate the style of the skull crusher, who acts chivalrous and righteous, punishes adultery and eliminates evil, this is what a real hero does! Just thinking about it makes people fascinated! How could I go after such a character?"

Other mercenaries also chimed in:

"yes, yes, I've always been a fan of the Skullcrusher!"

"I was born to push a skull crusher alone!"

"Let's talk about something else..."

Renault couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, was he so terrible? Wasn't he elegant, easy-going, gentle and kind?

Alas, people misunderstand me very much...

As for these mercenaries, he thought about it, and he should forget it and not develop them into the sect.

These people take money too seriously!

And he fights and kills every day, which is not quite in line with the painting style of the sect and the kindness of people.

But business can still be done, Renault doesn't mind more ways to make money, although the days are better now, there is a new church, but he still wants to get a bigger, more ornate, better location church, still needs a lot of money.

As he thought, he patted Amiya on the back and motioned for her to quiet down and pull the cart.

Amiya's eyes lit up just now...

In this way, the rest of the way did not speak much, and kept walking silently, a little faster than expected, and at dusk, the outline of Yorktown could already be seen.

Yorktown is located deep in the mountains, with only one road to get in, but thanks to the surrounding ore veins, the whole town is quite well developed, beautifully repaired, and has a population of more than 2,000, mostly miners and blacksmiths.

There were no more accidents along the way, and no long-eyed robber beasts came out, so it seemed that this would be a very smooth commission.

However, when everyone got closer, Renault suddenly pulled the reins in his hand and motioned for everyone to stop.

"Something seems wrong..."

He smelled something different in the air.

Captain Gerson didn't disdain his opinion because he was young, and hurriedly stopped the group, and asked the caveman scouts to get closer and take a closer look.

The cave man hurriedly turned over and dismounted, found a large tree nearby, climbed it with agility, and looked far away in the direction of Yorktown.

The sequence of movements looks so skilful and professional that you almost forget that it doesn't even have eyes...

"The cavemen's sense of hearing is hundreds of times more sensitive than ours, they can construct pictures in their minds with the sounds they hear, and their ears are their eyes, and they can 'see' farther and 'see' more than we can do. ”

Captain Gerson explained on the side.