"The boss is amazing!"

"Sure enough, it's the head."

"As soon as the boss made a move, the guy was so frightened that he ran away."

"Master Gross, mighty and domineering!

"Well, according to the style of the leader, he will definitely say - this is swordsmanship."

There was a kid who imitated the tone of the bandit leader, which caused a lot of laughter.

The team of the Wild Wolf Bandit Group was talking about it at this time.

The streets were long blue-gray stone slabs, and the neatly trimmed dwarf trees were scattered along the roadside, and the silver leaf town was full of people, and the gray figure disappeared like a stone in the waves.

The sword just now?

There seems to be a wonderful feeling.

Gross looked at his right hand holding the sword, and he suddenly realized that he hadn't wielded such a powerful sword in a long time—the combat experience and feeling that used to exist only for characters in the game seemed to be completely back in his body. That is the experience and essence summary that belongs to countless players who have been tempered in the battle.

He tried to slash again, and the thin blade of the Frost Long Sword cut through the air, making a soft "snort"—the feeling of the leather-encrusted gauntlet was just right, and the length of the blade was just right. It seems that a satisfactory weapon is indeed indispensable.

After a moment's thought, he looked at Scott - the fallen Scott got up from the ground, rubbed his chest, and gasped, "That guy has a lot of strength." ”

He hissed. As an incumbent, his physical qualities are much better than those of ordinary people, and although the punch caused him enough pain, in fact, the real damage is minimal. That man, it seems, didn't have too much malice in his heart when he started it.

Scott's eyes quickly caught eye on the oversized money bag, and he bent down to grab it, then untied the mouth of the bag, revealing a whole bag of silver Rael.

"Boss?"

He handed over the money bag.

"Take it."

Gross was almost certain of the man's provenance, and although he was vigilant, Rael himself was not guilty - from yesterday to now, their team had spent a lot, and the Rael in the purse was enough to fill the purse temporarily.

Gross reached for the money bag.

Three hundred raels.

Before he could even count the numbers, he knew the exact number - of course, it wasn't a great speciality, because as soon as the oversized purse touched his finger, the system had already given a message: 300 reels.

However, Gross didn't pay much attention to this windfall. He saw Miss Lady, Lady Radia, in the crowd, staring at something inconspicuous on the ground, and following her gaze, the bandit leader noticed it.

It was a bronze ring with a faint sheen.

The ring was quaint, and it was not set with pearls or gemstones like ordinary jewelry, but a convex piece of metal about the size of a fingernail—and Gross jumped off his horse, and he held out three fingers to pick up the ring.

Signet ring, owned by the Heinrich family.

The hint in his unique vision was a short line of text - the ring was raised with a pattern like a bird with wings spread, and he looked closely at it before confirming that it was a falcon.

The emblem of the falcon?

Although the otaku in his previous life was obsessed with the PVP battlefield all day long, he actually had a lot of knowledge about aristocratic culture - he tried to recall that the nobles of the kingdom with falcons as their emblem, Heinrich's surname......

He finally remembered that in the year of the Red Moon, the family seemed to have been wiped out in a battle against the undead legions, and the only heir of their family had been missing—the Heinrich family's fiefdom was located in the plains of Dohertys in the Lazis, and several small towns within their domain were famous for their textile industry and fur processing.

It can be regarded as a well-run local small and medium-sized nobleman with a solid family background.

Gross took the ring into his arms. After settling down, he had a rough answer in his heart - although this ring was not a piece of jewelry that could be [assembled], it was not meaningless. In the world of Elousen, there are so many items involved in a complete storyline that may be necessary for a hidden mission to start or proceed.

In the previous life of "Strife", the whole world is highly close to a complete and vivid real world. With the exception of Diel's skeletons, lichs, and death lords, almost every aboriginal is a flesh-and-blood entity, with different upbringings and different life trajectories, all of which are intertwined and intertwined to create many stories that are as complex and twisted as the stars of the galaxy.

And he happened to have touched and worked on some of them, and the missions in these storylines were more or less rewarding - items, skill manuals, potions, alchemy materials, or a lot of experience and money, and occasionally a lot of prestige. At the moment, although he had no clue about the cause and effect of this signet ring, he had decided to put this gadget away for the time being.

Looking up at his companions and Miss Mage, the previous scene had just passed, and the crowd in the street quickly became crowded again, and he became more and more sure of one fact:

In recent days, he has indeed been in the state of being possessed by the European Emperor, and today he was just about to go out, and he inexplicably obtained three hundred reels at the door of the tavern and a signet ring as a noble inheritance.

It's just delivered to your door!

The man in the gray dress? After tossing the figure in his mind aside, Gross couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth - his heart was full of anticipation for this "Thorn Waiting" copy.

"Mr. Gross?"

Miss Mage drove her horse beside him and shouted softly, her fair, delicate little finger pointing at it.

"Huh?"

Following the direction of Radia's finger, he looked and found nothing.

"This is it."

Miss Mage's fingers were closer.

After changing his armor, he wore a thick cloth coat. Raising his right arm in the air, he finally found the problem that Miss Lady Radia had warned of - in the armpit, the coat had torn a long opening, revealing the white undershirt inside.

The smile on his face vanished almost instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times—he faintly remembered that just as he had stabbed with his sword on his horse, he seemed to hear the sound of threads cracking.

The sound is small, almost inaudible.

Miss Mage was snickering on the sidelines. His companions soon saw the unexpected situation, and the loud laughter was completely irrepressible, attracting the attention of passers-by on the side of the road.

Inferior costumes are really deadly!