The dim sun was obscured by the clouds, and the sky was red for a while, and the day seemed to come to an end.

López walked slowly through the streets of Azeritto.

In fact, he quite likes this kind of moment, the noise and tranquility are intertwined, and the sun renders everything old.

Of course, that was when he didn't have to think about whether Narse would break him up.

Just now, I was just thinking about being handsome, and I forgot that stingy guy.

Five hundred changes fifty, I don't know how to explain it.

However, it is necessary to report the matter of monsters to Narse.

Thinking so, López's feet gradually increased.

And the day's training of the White Knight recruits also ended in the reflection of the setting sun.

But Narse was a little helpless, he didn't understand how ignorant people could be.

After the last wave of people who received the bounty task of killing the demon dragon failed, the returned mission was actually picked up by a few recruits.

Young people are fearless?

No, it's just audacity.

If 50,000 gold coins are really said to be taken, maybe they should go and learn the art of dreaming.

This made him a little irritable, and in the end, it was a meaningless sacrifice.

The best possible outcome is that their guts are inversely proportional to their intelligence, and they can't even find a trace of a dragon.

At that moment, López walked in briskly from outside.

"I think you're proud to tell me that you had a good day, López. Narse looked at his blood-stained armor and didn't worry a little, but grinned.

This made López cough dryly, his brain racing, what the hell to do to get Narse to accept the fact that five hundred poops fifty.

Although it is estimated that there is no possibility.

There wasn't much time left for López, as a hint of doubt already appeared on Narse's face.

He had no choice, so he could only open his mouth to report the matter of the monsters first: "Master, there are monsters in the towns around Azeritto, where are they looting. ”

"Monsters?" that diverted Nalse's attention, and he now looked down in thought with a serious face.

"Speaking of which, there are knights stationed in other towns who have reported about the monsters, but because it happened near Azeritto, the matter was finally handed over to the Purple Knights, who were always overly sensitive. With that, Don Quixote, who was sitting on the side, patted López on the shoulder and signaled that he didn't have to worry too much.

However, Narse squinted at the sun that was about to set: "Do you think that the gold, silver and jewelry will attract the attention of the monsters? besides, it is almost harvest season, and the town's food reserves should be running out." ”

"Maybe there are monsters like you, Nalse, and besides, don't really care so much, the Purple Knights will take care of it. Don Quixote fiddled with his sword and said lightly.

"I hope so. "Since Don Quixote has said so, there is no need for Narse to meddle with these things.

However, he suddenly turned to López and asked, "So, how is the mission going?"

"The mission is one. At this time, López was quite embarrassed.

"What's wrong with you? López, you seem to be a little tight. Narse asked worriedly, and then stretched out his hand in front of him: "Show me the completion of the task, just let Don Quixote be there, and let him go to the unification in a while." ”

"Okay. López shrugged his shoulders and reluctantly took the parchment roll from his pocket and handed it to Narse.

After taking it, Narse unfolded it and looked at it, and then threw it directly to Don Quixote.

After the bounty task is completed, it needs to be collected by the corresponding person in charge, and then the cancellation and notification are carried out, which is quite cumbersome.

Still, the tempting bounty caught Narse's attention.

It's time to drink again.

No, it's for López to save it first.

"Okay, okay, bring the bounty, Master will save it for you, it's absolutely safe. As he spoke, Narse laughed without hesitation.

The smile was very lascivious in López's eyes, but he handed over the bag of gold coins that he hadn't yet warmed, and quickly distanced himself from Narse.

The moment the bag was in his hands, Narse noticed that something was wrong, he had been dealing with gold coins all his life.

"Are you a fool to you? Is it so perfunctory? It's too perfunctory. Narse's eyes widened as he looked at López.

It seems that his apprentice is also an out-and-out idiot.

"Don't be angry, Master, listen to my quibbles. López shouted at Nelsey from a long distance.

However, Narse didn't listen to his pot, and rushed directly to López: "If you have the ability, you stand for me and don't run." ”

López is not stupid, he certainly won't listen to Narse, he hasn't lived enough.

Thinking so, he turned and ran, even faster than when he was chased by the monster.

Don Quixote sat in place and smiled, watching the shadows of the two of them stretch infinitely in the setting sun.

Then he stretched, got up, and walked into the tent.

I'm going to be busy again.

At this time, Tel Aviv was fiddling with grain in the fields, which were guarded by a large number of soldiers and priests.

The grain is close to ripe, all thanks to magic.

Although the result was good, it was exhausting for Tel Aviv.

At the moment these grains serve two purposes, one is to attract those damned bugs, and the other is to hope for a solution to the famine.

While these are just experiments, this is not the first time in human history that grain has been magically ripened.

There are many reasons why magic-inspired grains have not been promoted, the most important of which is that there is too much uncertainty, and the taste is too much to compliment, and it is too much of a waste of magic to gain more than it gains.

If it weren't for the fact that this year's insect plague was too rampant, coupled with the lack of relief food, there was not much grain left in the kingdom's treasury, so it was a last resort.

Therefore, the insect plague must be solved.

The priests have cast a spell on the field so that the taste of the grain can travel far and wide.

That's enough to drive those damn bugs crazy about it.

Everyone is waiting.

Finally, a chaotic and loud flapping of wings came from afar.

The black-pressed swarm approached quickly.

"Ready. Tel Aviv gave the order solemnly.

In the blink of an eye, the swarm was in front of them, and there seemed to be nothing but grain in their eyes.

"Open the barrier. Tel Aviv, standing in the center of the rice field, gave another loud order.

With his voice, the magic barrier instantly rose from the ground.

However, the swarm turned a blind eye to this, and they frantically pounded the barrier with their lives, which looked quite spectacular.

But now, Tel Aviv didn't have time to enjoy the view, and he continued to command: "Prepare to set fire." ”

At his command, only a small number of priests were still supporting the barrier, while the rest were all waving their staffs.

Beams of fire rushed towards the swarm of insects in the sky.

Insects were constantly scorched in the swarm, and pieces of corpses fell straight to the ground.

Of course, things were far from that simple, the size of the swarm was much larger than Tel Aviv had expected, and things seemed to be a little out of his control.

The barrier above the head kept showing tiny cracks, and it probably didn't last long.

The soldiers around him held their shields and swords aloft.

But it is obviously not much use to ask soldiers to deal with swarms of flying insects.

Maybe they should borrow some insect nets from the townspeople.

However, the soldier's main duty was to protect the fields from starving refugees, so this was not considered at the time.

The entire field was shrouded in insect swarms, and the cracks in the barrier were getting bigger and bigger, as if they were about to burst in the next moment.

The priest's fire magic was extra small in the face of the massive swarm.

If the barrier is broken, then they may be the ones who die, but no one says that bugs can't eat people.

Seeing this, Tel Aviv had no choice but to wave his hand, causing the priests who were unleashing magic to stop what they were doing and turn to maintain the barrier.

This is the only and final pay-off.

Once breached, it will not only be them who will die, but also the millions of people who will be tormented by famine.

Tel Aviv raised his head and looked coldly at the swarm, constantly thinking about countermeasures in his mind.