"Excuse me, is there a carriage to Orange Town now?" Wren asked the bartender.

He could actually buy a horse and ride it alone, but he didn't know the road, and there were no landmarks on the plains, so it was easy to get lost.

The bartender uncle was stunned for a moment, glanced at him in surprise, and the bar instantly became quiet, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

After a while, bursts of laughter rang out.

A drunken and smoky strong man burped and laughed: "Little ghost, haven't you woken up, now the people in the hinterland of the plain are running out frantically, you are good, hurry to go inside and die!" ”

"Haha, maybe you're crazy trying to make money, those ghouls even eat wild dogs, you young man with fine skin and tender meat, be careful to be swallowed so that there are no bones left!" A cowboy with a scar on his face scoffed.

"Haha, who knows, maybe someone is the next weirdo Zolo?"

"As soon as I say this, I'll be angry, hateful Skeleton Gang, don't kill those ghouls, and take advantage of the fire to rob!"

"The ghost hand Marcello's festival has long fallen to the ground, and I am not surprised that he will be raped one day!"

"He's a traitor! I hope the weirdo Zolo will kill that scum soon! ”

………………

Wren's words seemed to cause a lot of discussion in the bar, and everyone made a noise.

The bartender looked at Wren, who had a calm face, and said slowly: "Young man, you also heard it, now there is a bloody storm in the plain, and I personally don't recommend you to go in."

Of course, if you really have something important to do, you can go to Pegasus Plaza in the south of the city, where the convoy will be happy to hire you as a bodyguard. ”

"Thanks for informing me, bring me three beers."

Wren found a table and sat down, and began to pay attention to the conversation of the people.

Just a beer was all it takes, and he heard a lot of news.

For example, Marcello, the "ghost hand" who ranked first in the bounty on the Pugney Plains, has suddenly become frantic recently.

The Skeleton Gang under his command not only robbed the money, but even plundered people with horse-drawn carts, which has broken the "rules".

In addition, the local 7th game suffered heavy losses, and many deacons have arrived from all over the Faroran, and the troops are still being increased.

Also, Zolo, the strange man who is also good and evil, has a conflict with the Skeleton Gang, and the ghost hand and him have always been in the well and not in the river.

"Hiccup~"

Next to Wren, two cowboys drank high, and one of the red-nosed cowboys said loudly: "I have a cousin who is a mounted policeman, and he told me that the 7th round is recruiting!"

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to become extraordinary! ”

Another cowboy with a thin face and black hair hesitated: "I know this, but it's too dangerous to run and fight the ghoul!"

We may not survive to be officially hired afterwards, how many people do you see who have signed up? ”

"Wealth is in danger! If you want to be extraordinary, there is no risk! The red-nosed cowboy said categorically.

The inch-headed cowboy sighed: "Game 7 may not be so kind, we may just be cannon fodder!" ”

Wren's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this, he knew that in this world, the existence of transcendent beings was not a secret, but the threshold of the transcendent path was really high.

All kinds of resources, guidance methods, supporting vocational skills and advanced information to open up the potential of the body are not available to ordinary people.

There are often ordinary people who meet transcendent people and stick them with dead faces, hoping to seize the slightest opportunity.

Of course, such a person will either be rejected or will not end well.

When Catherine took Wren to join the Witchers Society, the old goat's first words were:

'Where did you get the stupid bird?' Running out of cannon fodder and bait lately? ’

There are often transcendent professionals who take advantage of ordinary people who are eager to reach the transcendent path and let them be cannon fodder.

But this kind of thing is voluntary by those people, and even if they die, they will not blame the professionals.

Some wizards even take advantage of this to trick people into conducting human experiments.

Ordinary people and transcendent beings have a connection, and they may ascend to the sky in one step, or they may fall into the abyss.

There was once a case where there was a blood feud between a third-order transcendent and a fourth-order transcendent (an awakened among civilians), and that third-order transcendent couldn't help the other party.

He ran to the hometown of that fourth-order transcendent, a small village, and killed the entire village, nearly a hundred lives, among which there were many childhood playmates of the fourth-order transcendent.

In the end, the third-order transcendent was caught and executed, but those innocent villagers could not survive.

Although there are not many cases of such extremes, there are countless similar tragedies, and the extraordinary and the ordinary are two circles.

Ordinary people and transcendent people intersect, it is possible to soar, and it is equally possible to die without a corpse.

This is why Wren was not going to move the bricks in the first place, and the foreman, Mr. Julian Fisher, wanted to keep him, but when he heard that he was going to work as a bartender at Baker's Bar, he immediately avoided the snake and scorpion.

Thinking of this, Wren sighed, he was still lucky, because of the aura of the stars, he was regarded as a "natural awakener", otherwise, he didn't know how much he would have to suffer to get up from the bottom.

Thinking about it this way, the golden finger that has no sense of existence, and many times even he will forget - the "Gardener No. 404" of the pit father.

It seems to have some effect, at least so that he doesn't have to start from scratch.

Unlike the two cowboys in front of him, he had to fight for his life to seize that opportunity and embark on the road of transcendence.

Since the starting point is not bad, it is even more important to work hard, and not to disgrace the Celestial Empire traverser.

After drinking three glasses of wine, Wren stood up and walked to the bar to check out, and the bartender reminded him: "Young man, the city of Diramo is on the edge of the plain, and it is a small city, and it is still orderly.

But once you're in the hinterland, don't trust any strangers, young or old. A gun can't scare the people there. ”

"Thanks for the reminder!" Feeling that this person was quite enthusiastic, Wren smiled and thanked him.

The bartender uncle's beard shook, the corners of his mouth curled, and he waved his hand: "No thanks, who told you to look like my son." ”

Wren smiled and had black lines on his head, before he could say anything.

"Haha, here it is again, the daily repertoire!" A drunk laughed.

The red-nosed cowboy slapped his thigh: "Newcomer, feel the care of Daddy John!" ”

"Stranger, let me remind you, go further, anyone who is enthusiastic about you has some intentions for you, such as wanting to be your father!"

"You have been baptized, newcomer, I wish you good luck!"

"I wish you good luck and prosperity!"

"Kill, kill those ghouls! Let them know how awesome Pugny Cowboy is! ”

"The only thing that can protect the homeland is iron and blood!"

………………

One after another shouted as if it were some kind of local welcome ceremony.

Wren looked stunned, and the bartender patted him on the shoulder: "No matter why you choose to go in at this time, as long as you are an enemy of ghouls, you are a good boy of Farorand!"

Many of the people here are now forced to flee because they have just lost their homes.

They want someone to banish the ghouls, so whether they mean it or not, they'll send blessings to the cowboys who go in. ”

"Really?"

Wren grabbed his cowboy hat, turned and walked away, heading for Pegasus Plaza in the south of the city.

He suddenly remembered a book he had read, "The Love of Faroland", which was written more than a hundred years ago, during the reign of Charles IV, by a royal courtier.

It has this passage:

"We failed to build the empire we wanted, and I don't understand why Faroland can't stand on top of the world like Cockman and St. Joan.

The populace did not support us, believing us to be war fanatics, the Church was involved, the Norkman royal family intervened, and the Steam Alliance acquiesced.

All the work was lost, and we had to withdraw our troops from Cassvia.

Your Majesty seemed exhausted, and we finally relented, and as the losing side, the Fire Dragon Knights were disbanded, and the warriors were disarmed and returned to the fields, and the glory was dimmed.

Faroran also needs to change and become harmless to humans and animals, otherwise the church will not stop.

I asked Your Majesty, if this continues, in a hundred years, will the Faroran only be a soft egg!

He told me that both Cockman and St. Joanne were made brilliant by the blood of their enemies.

A hundred years from now, he said, we may still have a chance. I believe in him, I'm 36 years old now, and I'll live to be a hundred years from now!

At that time, I put on white leather armor, put on a red robe, drew a sharp sword, and told everyone in the world that there is still an invincible red-robed iron knight here! ”

The person who wrote this book was Carl Moldred, the deputy head of the Fire Dragon Knights and now the director of the 7th Bureau of the Faroland