Can the main quest fail?

Facing Qin Ran's inquiry, Pol was stunned for a moment, and then understood Qin Ran's plan.

Pol is not a fool.

After Qin Ran mentioned the 'broker', he had some guesses.

Obviously, the voice from before must have come from the most famous person in the huge city.

It's not hard to guess.

What is really difficult is what the 'broker' wants to do with him.

But, no matter what he does, as soon as he dies, everything is over.

The purpose of the 'broker' will definitely fail.

And he?

can also repay Qin Ran's favor.

Thinking of this, Pol spoke.

"Yes."

Pol replied in a normal tone as best he could.

And in the bottom of his heart, Pol sighed.

If this mission can really fail, he doesn't have to struggle so much, this is a failed mission that is about to die, but at least his death is worth dying now, isn't it?

Inexplicably, at this moment, Pol was facing death, not only without fear, but also a little more ridicule.

He suddenly found that he was able to face death calmly.

Death, it seems, is not so terrible.

Is it because he has seen the light from Qin Ran in front of him before?

Pol silently guessed in his heart.

"Kill me."

"Then the task can be simply failed."

Pol said dryly.

Then, he suddenly found that Qin Ran was looking at him with a strange gaze, and then ......

Syllable!

A slap in the face hit him.

Suddenly, a sense of humiliation and grievance rushed to my heart.

"What are you doing?"

Pol roared.

"It's nothing, it's just that you've been affected by the evil aura around you, and I'll wake you up."

"Are you awake now?"

Qin Ran asked indifferently.

Awake?

Pol was stunned, he shook his head hard, and the expression on his face suddenly became terrifying.

What's going on?

Although I owe it to the person in front of me, how can I plan to pay it back with my life?

This, this......

Just now......

Or me?

When he looked through the system's prompts and still didn't find anything, Pol raised his head and looked at Qin Ran, with a hint of horror on his face.

"There's no panacea."

"There are things that are more than it expected."

Qin Ran cautiously replaced the 'huge city' with something else, and then, his gaze looked at the evil aura that was invisible to ordinary people: "They are much more dangerous than they seem. ”

"Weren't you afraid of death just now?"

Qin Ran turned his head and asked.

"Yes!"

"Instead of being afraid of death, I feel that such a death is a relief for me."

"It's a thing with a sense of mission and honor."

Pol nodded, his expression full of fear.

The unknown is always scary.

Especially when something familiar becomes unfamiliar.

"I had sensed these things when I was in Morsa before, but they didn't affect me."

"Is there something strange about this pine forest?"

Pol asked.

"It's possible that this pine forest is weird, or maybe it's that you were in Molsa before."

Or......

"It's these evil aura that has been enhanced!"

"They're starting to get demagogic!"

Qin Ran's faint answer made Pol gasp, as a qualified lone wanderer, he knew very well that if it was really as Qin Ran said, then how difficult the world would become.

A force field that can affect the spirit unconsciously and keeps getting stronger, Pol's scalp is starting to go numb at the moment.

"What now?"

Pol asked subconsciously.

"Follow your plan."

Qin Ran didn't answer like this.

Asked Pol before if he could fail the mission, Qin Ran really wanted to use his own way to directly make the other party's mission fail, but then Qin Ran reacted, such a method is not advisable.

If it were someone else, this might work.

But Qin Ran didn't forget that his opponent was a 'broker'.

In the way the 'broker' behaves as a bastard, he must have thought of such a direct and straightforward way to deal with it.

In the same way, the other party will inevitably have some arrangements.

Qin Ran could guarantee that if he really chose to kill Pol, something might happen.

And if you choose not to kill Pol or destroy Bol's main quest, there will be no good results, because this is the will of the 'broker'.

The 'broker' didn't want Pol dead.

The 'brokers' need Bol to do some kind of mission for him.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken a lot of trouble to arrange so much.

The dilemma did not make Qin Ran lose his square inch.

Qin Ran, who had experienced too many difficulties, was not frightened, and even, he was a little eager to try.

Because, Qin Ran knew very well that he now had the advantage!

An accidental sabotage allowed him to gain such an advantage!

What he has to do now is to learn about the world in the next time, find the real goal of the 'broker', so as to truly destroy the 'broker''s plan and better expand his advantage.

And this requires the introduction of Bohr.

To put it simply, Bol needs to live and accomplish the goals he has set according to his own ideas.

And Qin Ran?

In this process, it is necessary to find out the purpose of the 'broker'.

Is it Etandine's royal family?

Or is it the religion of Etandin?

Or something else?

Qin Ran will slowly distinguish.

Pol was silent, but he was relieved at the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know what Qin Ran really wanted, but he knew that if Qin Ran really wanted to kill him, then he really had to wait for death, and there was no second way.

Even if he pulled his bodyguard, it couldn't be Qin Ran's opponent.

Compared with Qin Ran, those guys who stood in the way were really nothing.

And judging by the situation, it seems that His Excellency the 'Demon of Fire' wants to go with me, so...... Do I have to worry about my safety?

Bol, who came back to his senses, had joy on his face.

This sense of euphoria made Ashcano, who had just returned from cleaning the battlefield, aware of it.

"Mr. Pol, are you also happy for our loot?"

The tall, muscular bodyguard carried bundles of swords and arquebuses with an unconcealed smile on his face.

According to the contract, he had a share of the spoils.

"Of course!"

"Come and let me check our loot!"

Bol didn't explain, and with a smile on his face, he began to count the loot.

"These swords are not bad, with scabbards and scabbards, they can enter second-class shops, and these arquebuses are also, although there is a lack of formal maintenance, however, there is no problem with selling 1 Kimpton, do you have armor and war horses?"

Quickly getting into the groove, Bol began to evaluate the loot in front of him.

"Nope."

"The few horses that have been swept up in the battle have already been swept away."

"It's the same with armor."

Ashcano shook his head.

"That's a shame."

"Come, Mr. Ashcano, wrap these trophies in our linoleum and put them on the roof of the carriage, and when they enter the Sika Collar, they will become golden Kimpton, rest assured, you have a share of them, and it will be enough for you to change into a sturdy plate armor."

Pol sighed, but didn't forget his contract.

With Pol's promise, the bodyguards are even more motivated.

When the bodyguards began to carry the loot, Pol looked at Qin Ran respectfully.

"Of course, you'll get the biggest one."

Pol said.

Whether Qin Ran wanted it or not, Pol thought that he should have such an attitude.

Qin Ran turned around and walked towards the carriage noncommittally.

As Pol took two quick steps to open the car door, the flames began to spread on the piled, oiled corpses.

Smoke billowed into the sky.

The flames engulfed everything.

The surrounding pine trees had already been cut down by Ashcano, and the seemingly reckless bodyguard had deliberately cleared a clearing so that it wouldn't cause any fires at all.

Sitting in the carriage, Qin Ran looked out through the window as he passed by the raging fire.

The flames burned more and more violently.

The gray mist was not affected at all, and the flames were still shrouded in flames like a fog.

Even......

It became more and more intense.

"Although there is no negative energy, will death still enhance these evils?"

Qin Ran thought to himself.

Then, almost instinctively, he thought of the 'Calamity Lady'.

After all, according to Pol's description, the lady had caused a much greater death.

Does the other party have anything to do with these evils?

Guessing in his heart, Qin Ran's gaze began to scan the inside of the carriage.

It was a four-wheeled wagon, so the carriage was very large, with tables and chairs facing each other, as well as small tables attached to one side of the carriage.

At this time, the small table had been opened, and a pot of heated tea was placed on it.

The kettle is a metal kettle, and the teacup is also a match, and at this time it is placed on a palm-sized stove, and there is a gurgling boiling sound in the kettle.

Pol tossed the sliced, fingernail-sized tea brick into the pot, and then began to add two spoonfuls of honey and a few green plums to it.

After a minute, when Pol placed a few pieces of dim sum on a plate, he picked up the teapot and poured another cup for Qin Ran before pouring another cup for himself.

"Lord Colin, you have a taste."

"This is a popular tea among the nobles of Etaninburgh, I learned it from the Temple of the God of War."

"Dim sum is the best cake shop in Molsa."

Pol introduced it to Qin Ran.

For food, Qin Ran has always maintained a love and never changed his attempt.

He took a sip of tea first, it was warm and sweet, and it felt good.

The dim sum is not soft enough, even a little rough, but it is not difficult to swallow, and the sweetness is beyond imagination, as if the whole pastry is supported by sugar.

Qin Ran took another sip of tea, soothing the sweetness.

"The tea is good."

Qin Ran told the truth.

As for dim sum?

He did not comment.

Then, instinctively thought of mimosa-baked cookies and snacks.

Silently, Qin Ran pushed the plate with dim sum towards Pol.

"You don't like sweets?"

Pol grabbed two snacks and threw them in his mouth, asking as he chewed.

"Anything needs the right amount."

"Once you exceed it, it becomes unacceptable."

Qin Ran didn't answer directly, but said very euphemistically—for the sake of food.

"Then you may not be able to enjoy the cuisine of Etaninburgh, where the sweeter the more popular, and the grilled meat is eager to be marinated in sugar, especially some dishes of the royal family, which are famous for their sweetness."

Pol said regretfully.

As he spoke, Pol ate a few more snacks.

It can be seen that Bol is a person with a real sweet tooth.

With a snack left, Pol knocked on the window behind him.

Knock, knock.

"Mr. Ashcano, would you like a snack before breakfast?"

The wooden window immediately opened, revealing the smiling face of the bodyguard.

"That's exactly what I need."

Mr. Bodyguard didn't take the plate, but picked up the snack and threw it into his mouth, compared with Pol, the other party ate with relish, and Qin Ran's ears even appeared the sound of the other party licking his fingers.

And from the beginning of the battle, the other party has not washed his hands.

Before the carriage departed, I went to the toilet once.

Not wanting to continue to think too much about this issue that affected appetite, Qin Ran tapped the table lightly, attracting Pol's gaze.

"Are you ready to fit into the high society of Etaninburg?"

Qin Ran asked.

Inside, of course, there is something hidden that only Pol can understand.

"Where is it so easy!"

"A knighthood bought with money, although it has been recognized by that king, is difficult to be recognized by traditional nobles."

"Even if I am introduced to that circle, I will be despised."

"Even if those who despise me have lost all their ancestral property and are in debt, because they have a glorious ancestral history, at least dating back to Aitandine II, or even beyond."

Pol smiled bitterly and explained to Qin Ran.

"It's hard, but it's not impossible."

Qin Ran asked with interest.

"Hmm."

"What if...... If I have a fief! ”

"Even if it's just a village!"

"I'm going to make a big difference."

Pol nodded, not hiding.

In Hokuriku, the greatest advantage of the nobility was the land, and the plantations produced a steady stream of various crops, which was regarded as one of the honors of the nobility.

"Can you have it?"

Qin Ran continued to ask.

"Not sure yet."

"I've found some way."

"But there's still a lack of real understanding—I'm not sure if the man is reliable, and he's testing me."

Pol's voice was lowered, and he tried his best to use the voice that Qin Ran could hear, and continued:

"Since Aitandine II admitted that 'although private land is sacrosanct, the king still has the right to supervise', it is not uncommon for nobles to sell land among themselves, but it is limited to nobles, ordinary people do not have to think about it, some dilapidated nobles will not sell their land to ordinary people even if they starve to death, because, even if they are sold, he will not live, and the king's guards will arrest him, deprive him of everything, and then hang him outside the city walls."

"Of course, the person who bought the land will also be hanged next to him, and the land will be taken over to the royal family!"

"At first, there were people who took risks, but when Etandin II hanged his own uncle, no one dared to do so."

"Except for rebellion, the Etandin royal family has zero tolerance for the sale of aristocratic land."

"So, if I want to buy land, I have to have a legal aristocracy, and I'm not the only one who thinks about such things."

Qin Ran bowed slightly.

He had a general idea of the situation in the dungeon world in front of him

And there is also an understanding of the situation of Pol.

At least, the competitors of the other side absolutely do not want to see such a picture.

Those men will do everything they can to stop Bol.

That's how the previous robbers and peepers came.

And those people don't give up easily.

Qin Ran raised his head and looked at the roof of the car.

On the roof of the car full of trophies, an undetectable noise suddenly appeared.