By the time Link and the others entered the city, it was already a little dark.

He also realized that the daylight hours in this small world are a bit short, about eight or nine hours before it gets dark.

The small world doesn't have a strong sense of seasonality, and it is said that it is winter, but Link does not feel uncomfortable wearing a light summer shirt.

The same is true for the rest of the people around me, and the clothes on them are at most similar to the autumn clothes in the Overworld.

It was dark, so the village chief didn't take Link anywhere, but took him directly to a small inn, found a single room and stuffed him in, went out to find a big bunk, and slept with some other people who did hard work.

This made Link unable to say, although this small inn was really a bit unsightly, but with the village chief's style, it could only be overnight.

Link, who had barely slept all night, yawned and washed, closed his eyes and rested, not too sleepy.

The village chief came to the inn very early, saw Link smiling at him, bought a breakfast, and led him to a stone hall that looked very majestic.

This hall is called the Hall of Light, and the silver flame is enshrined in it.

However, Link did not see the silver flame that was said to be the largest in Tilotri, but was pulled into a side hall by the village chief at the front of the main hall, which was a little lively, and a dozen people whispered in a room.

"The window on the left is to receive the silver fire for free, and the window on the right is the place to receive the silver fire after receiving the task and making meritorious service."

The village chief whispered in Link's ear, "The task is on the board in the middle, you can look through it yourself." ”

Link looked at it, the window on the left was closed, and no one went there, obviously the so-called free collection was once every ten years in the village chief's mouth, so basically it was rare to see anyone coming.

There were more people on the right, discussing quietly at the window, or with expressions of fear and expectation, standing silently.

Many of these people, probably like the village chief, are about to extinguish the silver flame but cannot obtain it, so they can only find a way to come here.

In the middle, on the board, is a bulletin board with a roll of parchment bound on it, where several people are watching together, whispering about which task to choose.

The village chief's great merit is to complete a series of difficult tasks for Tillot in order to obtain rewards.

In other words, these are tasks that are difficult for Tillot to complete or require a lot of energy to complete, and for a small village, the difficulty can be imagined.

Link waited a little, but the number of people gathered around the parchment still didn't decrease, and they looked over and over again, as if there was no end.

At this moment, an old man who was passing by with water glanced at Link, and said with a pout: "Let's see for yourself, they can't let go, they can't take the task one by one, and they keep dragging on to it." ”

Link sighed, looking at the men with a little pity.

He was silent for a moment, and sighed involuntarily.

In an instant, he understood why these people kept holding on to the parchment, turning over and over the tasks that they were already familiar with, because they knew that they could not complete these tasks at all, but they did not dare to face their eager relatives, and could only use despair, hoping that their minds would miss a simple task.

They can only hypnotize themselves like this until they can no longer bear it, and with a mortal heart, they take on what they think is the easiest task, and bring back the silver fire back home.

No matter how much Link sympathizes with them at this time, he has to be tougher.

After all, there was a village chief next to him who was looking at him, and Link stepped forward and took the parchment directly from their hands.

The others didn't say anything, and looked at Link with a little inexplicable look.

Link wasn't afraid of how hard other people were on him, it was this kind of look that made his heart uncomfortable.

He withdrew his attention from the men and turned his gaze to the message on the parchment.

Exterminate the bandits of the Rockfall Mountains!

Exterminate the Grey Blood Werewolf Clan!

Exterminate the Darkfang Werewolf Clan!

Destroy the Bladetooth Bunker!

Wanted: Anan Roh (Bloody Hand), Notes: Vampire Hunter!

Link glanced at it, and they were basically enemies that needed a large army to fight, and even if there were those who needed personal bravery, they were all legendary vampire hunters and the like.

No wonder these people simply can't afford to do these tasks.

Link frowned and looked at the idle staff in the window, it seemed that they also knew that no one should not be unable to think about doing these tasks.

Pointing to two tasks casually, Link pondered that he could move on.

So, remembering the name of the mission, Link walked to the window on the right and asked for the specific information of the mission.

Obviously, his approach caused a lot of surprise, and even more surprised were the staff inside.

"Is it the extermination of the Grey Blood Werewolf and the Darkfanged Werewolf?"

After the person inside confirmed it again, he handed out a piece of parchment, "Please return it after reading it." ”

Link snorted, took the parchment and looked at it carefully.

On the parchment, there are not only the locations of the Grey Blood Werewolf and the Darkfang Werewolf, but also the locations of many other werewolf tribes, but there are many symbols outlined on it, which are obviously either destroyed or preemptively taken over the task.

Link glanced at the direction, the two werewolf clans were not very far apart, and they could be done together.

"I'm going to do these two tasks."

Link handed the parchment back, relying on [Spell: Quick Memory], he imprinted everything in his mind and would not easily forget.

After some formalities again, Link and the village chief returned to the inn.

It wasn't long before a burly-looking warrior knocked on the door, claiming to be the executor of the Hall of Light, the one who had come to oversee Link's mission.

Link glanced at the other party, only the strength of a high-level apprentice.

The executor, named Eric, was scrutinizing and contemptuous when he first saw Link.

Because Link was neither strong, nor had any money, he was able to complete the task, which in Eric's mind would never have been able to do.

Link didn't care about the other party, but left the village chief to wait here alone, and immediately hit the road with him to exterminate the Grey Blood Werewolf and the Darkfang Werewolf.

Eric doesn't need to go to war, or even stay away from the battlefield, all he needs to do is monitor whether Link has completed his mission.

So even in the face of danger, Eric can quickly flee and let Link die on the spot.

This is a lesson of blood and tears for a long time, and there are too many people who have died in vain among the executors.

Eric was ready to flee when he found that Link had reached his destination and was walking alone towards the Grey Werewolf clan.

"This guy looking for death!"

Before Eric finished speaking, he saw that behind Link, there was a lot of light! (To be continued.) )