Ever since Old York said he wanted to have some fun, Rhaegar had decided that the old guy was lying. With his sensitivity to the activity of the soul, old York never had any mood swings similar to that of a human being when facing an admiring person of the opposite sex, in other words, the owner of the blacksmith shop had never been interested in Aunt Nelly. Moreover, Aunt Nali went out of town two days ago and only returned this morning, and they hadn't even had time to talk to each other, so it was impossible to book a date.

With what Rhaegar had known about Old York for half a year, if it weren't for dating a woman, there was only one explanation for his behavior: he had encountered something difficult to solve, and he didn't want to bother anyone else.

But it's not about Rhaegar. Since Old York insisted on driving everyone away, it means that the trouble he encountered must be so great that even if all the people are added, it may not be able to solve it, and even drag the others into some kind of danger, and as an undead, the geist will never put himself in any danger.

Back in the room, Rhaegar had put all his savings—about seventy silver coins—on his own, and he had made up his mind that he would not be back here, whether or not Old York survived, and that no one knew what trouble the owner of the smithy had gotten into or when it would actually end.

Rhaegar didn't take anything but the money—partly to avoid Old York's suspicions, and partly believing that if someone did deal with Old York, the blacksmith would probably have been under the most intense surveillance, and that too obvious an attempt to escape would instead draw attention to him.

Two hours later, Rhaegar finally found a chance to get out of the streets with the young Hann on the street, and after being pulled into the roadside house by several women with Hann half-pushed and half-on the spot, the geist easily knocked out the ** who locked himself in the same room with him, and then climbed out of the back window.

For half a year, Rhaegar had become familiar with every corner of the city, and he knew that walking about five hundred meters south along the alley behind this brothel would lead to the dirtiest and most messy slum in the city, and just near the edge of the city, there was a hidden hole in the ground, from which he could directly reach some woods outside the city. After learning the news from an inadvertent conversation with a smuggler and explorer who had come to the shop to order weapons, he had personally confirmed its accuracy, and now the secret passage would be his greatest guarantee of escape.

However, things are always unexpected, and as he is about to finish the alley and enter the slum, the geist suddenly stops.

"You're the guy at the smithy," said a man in leather armor standing at the exit of the alley, which Rhaegar recognized as one of the few adventurers who had come to the blacksmith shop not long ago to make his tools, "you go with me, and you'd better not resist, or I'll be glad I'll kill you here." The adventurer's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, showing that his words were more than just intimidating.

Rhaegar slowly stepped back, as if looking for a way out, and this action was completely watched by the other party.

"You can try," the adventurer said unhurriedly, "but only once." A cold light shot out of his raised hand, piercing the ground exactly in front of Rhaeggar's toes, a throwing knife whose blade reflected a chilling glow in the setting sun.

"Alright," the adventurer apparently thought his blow was enough to deter the other party, "my patience is limited..."

Two terrifying glints suddenly radiated from Rhaeggar's eyes, and at the same time, a majestic low drink came out of his mouth, and two wild dogs that were foraging in the slums outside the alley suddenly rushed over like soldiers under order, roaring in a low voice, and pounced on the adventurer with their backs to them.

If anyone who knows how to spell is here, they will be surprised to find that Rhaegar is using one of the first order of magic: animal deterrence. This spell is usually used by mages to drive away the mentally retarded beasts in the wild, but now it has become a means for the geist to ward off the enemy, and under the influence of magic, the two wild dogs completely ignore the dangerous aura of their opponents, and frantically attack the adventurer.

In this world, on average, one out of every 100,000 people will have the talent for magic, if you add opportunities, their own conditions, etc., only one in a few million people has the opportunity to come into contact with magic, and only half of those who successfully cross the stage of a zero-order apprentice to become a first-order apprentice, from this ratio, the probability of a mage appearing in this small city is even less than that of His Majesty the King himself coming to inspect here.

However, Rhaegar did master magic, and within half a year, he had learned most of the spells from the memories of the mage who summoned him, and despite the lack of systematic knowledge, no one could deny that he was now a mage.

While the adventurer was busy dealing with the two wild dogs, the energy of magic quickly gathered towards Rhaegar from all directions, one magic was ready to be completed in an instant, and the next moment, when his opponent finally dealt with the two wild dogs, and before he could turn around, Rhaegar then raised his hand, and a magic missile came out of his hand, hitting the opponent, who made a strange sound in his throat, and then fell limply to the ground.

As a spell that simply uses the mind to gather magical energy into substance, the magic missile is one of the few magic that does not have an exact rank, from only smashing a child to easily taking the life of a strong man, its power varies according to the user's ability. With the full force of the geist, the missile was enough to shatter the hardest granite, and even a giant bear could not withstand such a blow, and the poor adventurer had no chance of surviving.

Rhaegar walked over to the already dead adventurer and picked up the throwing knife that had fallen from the latter's hand, which would have pierced his chest if his magic had been sent one step later.

Almost as soon as he picked up the throwing knife, a memory suddenly appeared in his consciousness, it was a piece of knowledge about the art of fighting, and in the time it took one breath, this memory had penetrated deep into Rhaeggar's soul and became his instinct.

Rhaegar wasn't surprised, he was used to the memories that popped up from time to time, and he was convinced that they were all things he had personally experienced, and that they had only been forgotten for some reason.

A hint of alarm came to his mind as the memory was digested, and the next moment, the geist disappeared into the shadows of the alley.