The living table ring in front of Adam's eyes was a fake—but it was a fake.

He propped his elbows on the round table, his fingers touching, and the sunlight from the window illuminated only half of his body, like a tomb keeper reciting an inscription on a rainy night.

"The black center stone inlay is surrounded by Ymir ore, named after the elven ancestors, and the matching area is based on a hook-edged war hammer to praise the talent of the dwarves."

Adam lifted his chin slightly, and Luke picked it up knowingly, flipping it over and adjusting it to the corresponding area.

"Tonghua symmetry, from the ring shoulder downwards, is the ancient language of the Kundia humans, corresponding to the five virtues of knights: honor, wisdom, generosity, valor, and mercy.

Layer by layer along the ring surface, converge and intersect at the bottom circumference.

Turn around. ”

Adam tilted his head, and Lukka complied, the inner knuckle of the lord's ring exposed.

"The thick line symbolizes the humans, the thin lines symbolize the elves, the short lines symbolize the dwarves, and the three grooves bear witness to the oath and covenant that helped humanity rise in this land."

"Oh my God, it's a frighteningly big story. But honestly, sir, it exactly as described, doesn't it? ”

"Yes, even the touch is the same, I hid it in my gloves and put it on, and it actually corresponds exactly to the ring marks!"

He raised his palms, the base of his index finger wrapped around the white circle, and the coldness grew in the gap, and the hollowness caused a slight discomfort.

"I took it out today and found out that it was fake."

【Lord's Ring (Fake)】

[Notes: Accidental, clever, tricky.] 】

Adam clenched his fists, straightened his chest and took a deep breath, and looked out of the windowsill, sweeping over the streetscape - his expression was not out of control, but it was terrifyingly gloomy.

Da Da ......

Lukka watched as the finger tapped on the table, from fast to slow, like a live fish on the deck from tossing and turning, and finally occasionally coming for a moment.

Entanglement and anger can affect the decision, and there is nothing to be gained except for missed opportunities.

Adame relaxed, thinking quickly, leaning back in his chair and looking around like a drinker ordering an order.

During hand-to-hand combat, his clothes were neatly stacked and showed no signs of being turned, and before entering the city, he rarely wore gloves, his remarks were normal, and he had not dropped his bag......

Who, where, and how?

He had inspected all the nooks and crannies of the Molar Tavern, and the passers had risen and sat down one after another, and the guests had changed twice, but he had no clue.

Call~

Adam took a deep breath, adjusted his thoughts, and chose to proceed with the notes first.

"Okay, let's take our time and get this out of the way first."

Lukka heard the lord's words and understood that the other party had already made a clear direction after thinking for a long time, and speaking of which, everything had gone terribly since he entered Taiganda.

Last night didn't count......

Adam spread the brown and yellow chestnut paper on the table, and the workshop creation and alchemy techniques, combined with a few cheap materials, could combine this most widely used bulletin paper.

【Bounty: Horse Hunting】

[Lady Cathy Langale lost a good horse after entering the city, don't underestimate Lord Cathy's generosity if you can make itinerants, and don't overestimate your ability for despicable thieves.] 】

【Bounty: 5 Golden Ravens】

"Well, a bounty, tsk, a big bounty!"

Lukka spread his hands and looked up at his lord.

"Adam, honestly, I think it's a joke. After all, we didn't even walk smoothly on the streets, how can we get this thing done? ”

"Don't worry about it, come with me to meet someone, I'll take care of it then."

……

Captain Duchen left a clue for Adam, according to him - someone was auctioning hot goods on the black market, and after the announcement was officially issued, the other party seemed to be afraid of being exposed and wanted to flee from the city.

Now it only takes Adam to find a way to go to the appointment for the interview, and after it is done, he will take the credit.

At the time of separation, the other party said so.

"As soon as possible, the Anton Weisen cavalry was a little impatient, and they were also ready to move and wanted to solve the problem in a more brutal way."

After bending countless lanes and passing through damp crevices, they finally reached the agreed edge of the city wall.

The houses here are low and scattered, mixed in the shadows of the city, and there is no sunlight all year round, and moss grows unscrupulously on any plane.

Adam walked quickly with Luca, most of the people in the corners tightly wrapped, negotiating or trading some shady thing.

He rubbed the stone bricks and mud walls according to the knowledge he remembered, and the vermilion beast blood painted the walls with various signs—codes that only the two parties to the transaction or those who were skilled in the art could read them.

The wooden houses are dilapidated, and most of the original owners of this temporary exchange have been reduced to white bones, leaving the property cheap for the little people who wander around the gray edge.

"Quiet it, damn it, can't you have enough potions?"

Outside the house, Adam could hear a low roar and a hurried tone.

He tapped on the patterned wooden door.

Knock, knock, knock.

On the map, there are two small blue dots, but the movement inside is gone.

Adam could imagine the muffled sounds, the air condensed, the blade of the sword against the door.

On his third tap, he finally babbled and opened the small slit.

"Who, this rule is not right, you went to the wrong door, get out and find the bastard who picked you up."

"The gentleman who traded with you can't take this gift, I bought the information, so let me in."

"Don't talk, fuck me off!"

Brush!

The steel sword was pressed against the middle, and the wooden door could not be closed any longer.

Babble~

The decaying structure filed.

The speaker appeared in front of Adam, his eyes flashing and his body trembling, but he had to slowly pull the door open - Adam's sword was against his throat, and if he forced the door shut, the thing would enter his body.

"I'm in a bad mood today, so talk in a more civilized way, do you have any opinions?"

"No, no. Whatever you want, sir. ”

The man's Adam's apple was swelling, his body was weak, I don't know if it was because of fear or lack of rest, but his face was exaggeratedly pale, and his hair was messy.

"Then why didn't you invite me in?"

"Please."

【Horse dealer with a weak heart】

[Attitude: panicked]

[Specialty: Stealing]

[Monologue: Damn, someone take this thing away!] 】

There was also a skinny man inside, who was knocked to the ground by Lukka before he could climb out of the window, tied the two guys together with a rope.

In fact, there was no decent resistance in the whole process, and the other side was exaggeratedly weak.

"Huh,"

During the questioning, the other party smiled bitterly, and his face was full of despair.

"If you know something, you just need to pull open the cloth and look at it."

Adam walked to the corner of the room, where the straw was laid out as a cushion, and the four horses' hooves could not be covered, and the edge was exposed, and there were faint blood spots on the dirty cloth, and it was obvious that he was struggling.

[There are not many people who are qualified to touch, you are one of them.] 】

This is supposed to be the lady Cathy's mount, but why is this note popping up?

Confused, Adam pulled away slowly, revealing the horse's form—its sideburns and tail flowing and thick, its legs slender and its small and powerful hooves.

"Oh...... God, you've hidden a myth here. ”

【Royal Froma (Drugged 27%)】

[This is a war horse given by the king to the nobles, with a strong temperament and noble self-esteem. 】

They are wild in picturesque, elf-infested grasslands and forests, and the rumored unicorn with a magnificent body was later confirmed to be this type of horse.

Court painters often chose this mount when creating dragon-slaying nobles or leading generals.

The war horse has obvious traces of struggle, snorting, and dark eyes, revealing unwillingness and blood.

Judging by the amplitude of breathing and the remarks, it was dosed, but the effect was about to wear off.