"Roses bloom in the night, beautiful but no one knows......"

The old mercenary whispered an unknown short poem as if talking to himself.

"Sorry, I've quit."

But when the last syllable fell, Hunt Heinrich seemed to tremble all over, and he turned his head and stared at the old mercenary. That wrist was in the old mercenary's hand a second ago, but now it was easy to break free.

"This time it's not a mission, it's a business."

"I'm not interested, I'm very satisfied with a day like this now."

Hunt tipped his fingers into his tousled hair, which looked like it hadn't been groomed in a long time, dust, sweat, and grease cementing it like a shepherd's felt hat, "Look, I've just won so much Rael again, and maybe your paycheck here." Of course, if you're distressed, I can consider giving you some back. ”

"No, I'm just here to make sure your skills are rusty."

"As I said, I don't want to talk about any bullshit business right now. I'd rather go for a drink, a tavern in town has recently arrived with a batch of very good fruit wine, would you like to go with you? I'm in for a treat. ”

"Mr. Grey Vulture, Pablo's bloodspike has not forgotten you."

"But I can't think of anything."

Hunter Heinrich still refused, feeling that his life was so good that he couldn't afford to take any more risks like he had before. After saying this, he sighed, and his eyes only looked at the crowded street scene.

The sun shone on his shabby gray gown coat, and he reached into his arms and pulled out his money bag.

"Sir, life is indeed a very difficult thing. For the sake of your old age and still working hard, I will return those Rael to you now. ”

There was a muffled thud -

Then there were a few more beatings that resembled the intersection of fists and feet.

A man's scream came from the corner alley, "Someone's robbed—"

……

Afternoon sunlight pours in through the vaulted windows of the room, a room on the third floor of "Fisherman by the River". Bright light filled the small space, and on the round table was a vase of earthenware, a white wildflower that had withered from losing its roots.

Gross sat at the round table, and on the table, the two-foot-three-inch [Frost Sword] was constantly rubbing his fingers—the regrets of his previous life were made up, and he felt that he was in a very good mood now.

If you don't take into account the fact that your purse is running out.

After looking at it for a long time, he straightened up, holding the Frost Long Sword and playing a few beautiful sword flowers in the air. As a one-handed sword, this longsword had an extremely good weight, and he adjusted the position of the weight ball and handguard slightly according to his own feel, and then inserted the frosty longsword back into the scabbard on his belt.

He can use this weapon now, but he can't [Equip] - the difference between the two is not just literal, as in Discord, using instead of [Equip] will not grant the weapon's additional stats, and the base attack will be weakened based on the level difference.

Despite this, the Frost Longsword of the Superior grade was a lot stronger than the standard military longsword before him—so, when he left Bona's blacksmith shop, he sold the military longsword that had been with him for a long time.

The harvest was two raels and twenty soles – Indigenous merchants recycled equipment and weapons, often half of the true value of the goods after depreciation. Gross didn't disagree with that, and he didn't think he needed to waste his time on a matter of a rael or two.

Selling it to a mercenary or adventurer might fetch a better price, but he has something more important to do now.

He walked out of the room.

The companions of the Wolf Bandits and Miss Mage were already waiting outside the hallway.

"Let's go."

He said that he had been away from the Lampton mine in the middle of the mountains for a few days, and he was very satisfied with what he had learned from this trip. First he successfully completed his inauguration with Scott, and then he bought a remarkable item, and he seemed to find himself in the middle of the time, and more than that, he actually met a lovely noble lady in the castle of Lord Bennett.

And the young lady joined him as an official inaugural mage - at this time Radia noticed a somewhat lewd smile on the bandit leader's face, but Gross seemed unconscious, and he stroked the embarrassing stubble that grew like a weed on his chin, and began to think secretly:

Perhaps above the endless firmament, the goddess of fate, Elubea, was watching him affectionately, or it would be difficult to explain all the things that seemed to be possessed by the Emperor of Europe these days.

Therefore, taking advantage of this period of time when his face was white, he decided to carry out the strategy of the dungeon non-stop - there is a straight-line distance of nearly four hundred miles from the silver leaf town to the cyan hill in the Ceris region, and if you take into account the problem of detours and delays and supplies along the way, the riding time of this section of the journey will be at least three days or more.

After he spent all of his Rael, he had already replenished some materials - the remaining Rael after crafting the [Frost Sword], plus the gains from selling the military longsword and the corpse of the three-headed frost wolf, the replenished materials were enough for their team to consume in the past few days.

The group walked down the wooden stairs as they walked through the hall of the tavern, where the "Riverside Fisherman's Tune" was scarcely visited, and the young lady Momiji was carrying out her daily cleaning work as usual with a broom—and the bandit leader waved hello, and the girl's face immediately responded with a warm smile.

Although the system did not prompt any information, Gross couldn't help but make up a floating bubble of "Friendship +1" on the top of Miss Momiji's head.

They walked out of the tavern and came to the stables. The three well-blooded Westside horses and the ponies had been well cared for over the past day. After confirming that the Northland Legion lancers of Princess Samantha and her party had left the town, Gross turned over and rode on the black-haired Westland warhorse—

"Legion Warhorse?"

A man in a hurry ran into the street, and his appearance was unremarkable, except for a pair of light brown eyes with an impatient look, and he was looking at them.

"I just need a good horse, can you sell your horse?"

He asked urgently—the man didn't look like a rich man at all in his scruffy outfit, but he quickly refuted it with facts.

He took out a heavy oversized money bag from his bosom and threw it over, and at the same time rushed towards a western war horse with a few sharp strokes.

A long sword lay in front of him.

All this happened in just two or three seconds.