A few simple nouns and words seemed unrelated, but in Fred's mind, like a senior jeweler making a necklace, he quickly threaded the mussel pearls and fine twine of the white sand coast—

Bandit? Because of the damned "Fog Pine War", the iron hooves of the Tassia trampled the existing order in the northlands of the kingdom, and the outcasts, routs, outlawless adventurers, and the idle gangsters and scoundrels in the towns and cities either helplessly or with bad intentions went into the mountains and forests and turned into shameful bandits - most of the homeless people were farmers in the countryside, and in the northland of Nogo, the number of mountain people was not a minority.

It is understandable, then, that there are mountain people among the bandits—the vulgar and ignorant untouchables have probably found their best suit. However, there seems to be a special guy among them. The prerequisite for reading books must be to be able to read and write, and he should have received a good cultural education, perhaps the child of a wealthy commoner.

Fred concatenated the information and quickly circled a range of identities, wondering if he could find out if he could find out about his father's staff—the mountain merchants or wealthy people of the Northland in recent years. He thought of a few names, but quickly shook his head secretly and vetoed them.

Who the hell is it?

Taking his travelogue, continental flair and martial arts with him, is he planning to become a mercenary or return to the ranks of merchants?

Fred Wolf paced along the outer edge of the Inner Fort, skirting a row of dark green pine trees, and came to the well, where Lord Bennett's castle was bordered by the Larue River, where the water level was still high. He saw his own reflection, and the dark space in the well looked like a lake under the moonlight, but the round, glowing thing was not the hell moon, but his head glowing in the sun.

Bareheaded! Fred couldn't help but reach out and touch his smooth scalp, his fingers rubbing the back of his head and the thinning hair above his ears with a strong sense of self-pity as he strode back to the inner castle and into the study.

Write.

The main things are as follows: the inventory of the castle; requests for information on mountain merchants; And, most crucially, most urgently, continue to raise the price to buy alchemy potions that can effectively grow hair - wigs in this world are not popular, and although he has been given that advice, he feels sick to vomit just thinking that the raw materials of those things were peeled from the corpses of death row inmates.

Why?

Why did he have an extraordinary background, a brilliant mind, and outstanding martial arts, but he lost his hair in this flowery age? It was not without bald men among the nobles, but they were old old men, and Princess Samantha had secretly wept over them when she was in the royal capital of Elva - he had learned that some despicable bastards and prostitutes secretly laughed at the princess's eyes, and laughed at her for falling in love with a bald man......

Obviously there is still hair is good!

Lines of neat and beautiful Elantra script spried across the parchment, and he pinched the quill and poked a thick black dot with a heavy thump in his hand.

"Louis—"

Fred banged on the table and shouted, and in less than half a minute, a young soldier with a sturdy posture and a straight spine appeared in front of him.

"Send this letter to my father as quickly as possible."

"As you wish, Master Fred."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young soldier skillfully put the letter paper into the envelope, and Fred himself stamped the wax on it—and with the ring of his left thumb pressed down, he finally felt that his depressed mood seemed to be relieved in an instant. In order to avoid further deterioration of his mood, he decided not to think about hair anymore, and walked to the bookcase, where Fred picked up a book and flipped through it—

Postpartum Care for Sows......

……

Time flashed back to when Gross and his party left.

If there were accurate timekeeping tools such as pocket watches, it was probably close to eight o'clock in the morning, and on a nearby hill that rose abruptly, a figure was poking his head out of the bushes from time to time—thanks to the reminder of the footprints of the wolf bandits, he found that there was such a good place nearby, and he could easily observe the location of the castle gate and part of the space inside.

The boys were on their horses and were about to leave.

The figure noticed this, and as if he had found a treasure, he crawled out of the bushes with his hands and feet—

Half an hour later.

In an abandoned village near the Kingfisher Forest, Michelle the Grizzly Bear and White the Black Bear are practicing their daily martial arts outside their dilapidated house.

"Boss, boss—good news!"

The two bears stopped waving their weapons and looked at the thin man in front of them, whose chest was heaving violently, and who was constantly panting—because of his sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked face, Michelle seemed to have a slight impression of this man, that he was a member of the Brute Bear bandits, as if he was called Orr or something. Last night, Michelle gave him a special task: to monitor the movement of the castle.

"Did something happen?"

White the Black Bear asked, putting a heavy stone hammer back on the ground.

"The wild wolf, the wolf boys, have left the castle."

"Left?"

White seemed to be talking to himself—he remembered the swordsmanship of the wolf-headed Gross in yesterday's battle, and the three of them together couldn't take it down. That kid's strength didn't seem to be much better than them, but he always felt that the other party still seemed to have some spare strength.

"What about the mage?"

Grizzly Michelle cares more about detailed information. As a veteran of the "Fog Pine War", he didn't feel too much frustration and anger after yesterday's castle defeat, and he quickly made a deep reflection - after some calm analysis, he came to the conclusion that the mysterious mage on the other side was the key winner in the battle.

The battle between the bandits unexpectedly came to an officially inaugurated mage - Michelle didn't feel that yesterday's battle was wrong on her side, but this huge variable undoubtedly changed the final outcome of the battle.

He stared at Orr, trying to make sure about Miss Mage—although she was hiding in the watchtower during the battle, Miss Ladya Crane's crisp chant fell on Michelle the Grizzly Bear, and he was almost sure that the other party was a young woman.

"Mage?"

Orr was stunned, saying that he didn't know why. During the fight yesterday, he paddled and fished the whole time, and many things didn't even notice - but in this way, these things were inevitably somewhat exposed.

"It should be a young lady."

Grizzly bear Michelle continued with a cold expression. As the leader of the Bear Bandits, he sees a lot of things, but he doesn't have much time to deal with Orr right now - in fact, letting him run to watch the castle for a night of cold wind is already a punishment.

"Uh, miss...... Yes, I saw the young lady, right in the middle of the hateful boys, riding on a donkey. ”

Because of the distance, Orr did not distinguish the difference between a donkey and a pony very well. However, his answer had already assured Michelle, and the leader of the Bear Bandits nodded to White the Black Bear, and together they walked towards the largest house in the village.