The sheriff's office in the small town of Lorenz, the office of Sheriff Isaac -

It was a spacious, bright room, with a desk painted with a thin paulownia paint in the middle, a row of cabinets with miscellaneous items on the walls at either end, and a low table and an "L" shaped fur sofa on the other side.

A few evergreen potted plants on the windowsill are full of life against the snowy scenery of the street in sight.

Andrea Jeffrey.

The Viscountess's daughter, Randall's sister, sat on a draped couch and was discussing something with Sheriff Isaac Jeffrey.

"Cousin Isaac, do you think it makes sense to do this?"

The noblewoman's daughter put the wooden birdcage aside, and her movements were very light, but the delicate canary inside still "chirped" as if frightened—

Isaac glanced at it, but ignored it.

"Dear Andrea, do you mean the quest?"

The sheriff's attitude was very respectful -

Although they also have the surname of Jeffrey, within the family, the status of the lineage and the side branch are completely different, and Isaac's personal strength has not reached the point where people look at it differently, so he has always had enough respect for the Viscountess's children.

"The mission, and the bounty of ten thousand reels, are all instructions from Madame."

Seeing that the nobleman's daughter was already frowning a little in displeasure, he hurriedly explained-

To be honest, he didn't quite understand the Viscountess's purpose in arranging this expedition: although revenge was an inevitable thing for Geoffrey, the fact that the bandits were able to eliminate Young Master Randall and the Red Feather Mercenary Group showed that those damned guys in the Ampton mines were at least as strong as they were, and the mercenaries who had come to Lorenz before and now seemed to be unreliable at all.

Seeing the girl's demeanor, he tentatively said some of his opinions, but saw the nobleman's daughter standing up with a blank face, carrying the wooden birdcage and walking outside-

The waitress of "Wolf and Whistle" happened to knock on the door "tuk tuk" just outside the room.

"Mr. Isaac!"

Her tone was tense and flustered. Normally, merchants and mercenaries who come and go know that this tavern belongs to the property of the local lord's family, and they never dare to make trouble here, but this time, these mercenaries from all over the kingdom don't seem to care about these things at all-

"Come in!"

Sheriff Isaac's voice regained its rightful majesty.

……

The Ampton Mine in the Nogo Mountains.

The contestant, the Assassin Levin, was opposed by a burly middle-aged man with a two-handed broadsword—

The middle-aged man was covered in rusty iron armor with a serious expression. His complexion was dark, like that of a farmer who ploughed his fields all year round.

He used to be a mercenary for a while, and after choosing to retire, he used his savings to buy a field in the Tarun region and live a stable life-

Such good days lasted for more than ten years, and because of the Talen Fortress, his homeland was very fortunate not to be affected by the war during the "Fog Pine War".

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and his wife suffered from a serious illness, a disease that neither the traveling doctor nor the priest could help—

In order to save his wife's life, he kept buying holy water, first spent all the family's savings, and then sold them one after another, and now, even his last piece of land is going to be resold.

The town of Lorenz, the quest for bandits, a reward of 10,000 reels.

Unexpectedly hearing the news, he found the armor from the corner of his house, and after repairing it, he dressed up neatly, and walked all the way to the town of Lorenz with dry food and water bladders—

Before leaving, he told his twelve-year-old daughter over and over again to take good care of her mother.

Several rounds of fighting.

Levin, who had just stepped into the middle ranks of his inauguration yesterday, was on the verge of defeat under his heavy, steady two-handed broadsword, and was about to lose - according to the explanation of the bandit leader, Levine slipped away and happily admitted the defeat of this game.

He was the second player from the Wolf Bandits to go out today.

Prior to this, Oliver, who was also in the middle rank, defeated seven or eight mercenaries in a row before he withdrew from the middle-aged man's hands-

Now that this man has completed the feat of winning two games in a row, even with the mercenaries behind him, he can't help but have a little happy look.

This is the third batch of mercenaries who have come to the Ampton mines during this time, and thanks to these guys, several incumbents of the Wolf Bandit Group have such a high "LVup" efficiency -

However, among these mercenaries, Gross has only seen the only high-level opponent, and at his current level of Lv25, only such a guy can provide him with a decent amount of experience points.

This is the second high-level inauguration.

Gross nodded.

He stepped out of the crowd on the side of the wolf bandits, and then looked at the middle-aged man—he didn't draw his sword, the frosty sword was stuck in the leather scabbard, dangling on his belt as he advanced.

"You're good."

The bandit leader commented lightly-

From the perspective of the "King of the Battlefield" in the previous life, this man not only has the strength of the high-level position, but he also has a lot of things that belong to him along the way in swordsmanship.

But the mercenaries talked and laughed one after another, although in the previous fight, the mercenary side did not take the slightest advantage in front of this gang of bandits, but this young man commented on this man's strength, so that they couldn't help but have a disdain-

Gross is young, excessively young.

Actually such an arrogant evaluation of Stewart?

In the "Wolf and Whistle" tavern, they learned the man's name -

At first, they despised this "down-and-out farmer", but after today's battle, they have made this farmer their pride.

The bandit leader just said a word at this time, but in the eyes of the mercenaries, this kind of behavior undoubtedly belongs to pretending to be compared - but in this matter of pretending to be bi, if you don't have enough strength, you will be slapped in the face every minute, and it hurts badly.

Boo.

Gross didn't hear it, his steps weren't fast, just one step, one step, as he approached Stewart.

For the sake of experience, he has been on a killing spree lately, and he will never bother with some dying people.

The sword is unsheathed.

The wind was cold.

The members of the wolf bandit group were quiet and couldn't hold their breath one by one, and they watched Gross's back—

This is a demonstration of swordsmanship in the battle of the bandit leader, and if you can understand it, you will benefit a lot.

Stewart's face was extremely solemn.

Maybe the others didn't feel it, but he seemed to see a terrifying picture - in the field of vision, red blood fluttering in the sky, and warriors with long swords in hand, returning from a battlefield strewn with corpses.