In the impression of Miss Alyssa and Cody, Lars Wycliffe, who has always been witty and humorous, rarely has such a serious time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lars?"

Miss Alyssa bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before speaking. She stared at Lars, her eyes blinking. She confessed that she had not discovered anything at the moment, but as soon as Lars said this, she was suddenly intrigued by the secret of the Baroness, driven by curiosity.

And Cody on the side also looked looking forward to solving his doubts.

"Storm Force's response."

Lars turned his head, his clear blue eyes full of seriousness. He uttered his inner guess, which also threw his two companions into great shock.

The power of the storm is one of the laws of all things in the world. And the response? Alyssa and Cody, who came from noble backgrounds, knew exactly what this meant-

Mr. Baron has at least the strength above the [Awakening Realm] - in the interpretation of the power system by the sages of the continent, the so-called awakening is the response of the combat professional to obtain the laws of heaven and earth, which is a manifestation of merging himself with the laws.

Then, a reasonable explanation can be found for what just happened.

Alyssa thought for a moment, and soon came up with what she thought to be the truth—when she said that, Monsieur Baron was not unresponsive, but was already relieved to see her undetectable response from the power of the storm. Just like an adult who doesn't care about a child's provocation and threat, whether it's waving a slender arm or raising a pink fist, in the eyes of an adult, it's just some playful play of a bear child.

In other words, her invitation to challenge was completely beyond the reach of the baron. There are too many different levels of strength, and this kind of challenge is pointless.

Thinking of these details, Alyssa shrugged her head, and then let out a long sigh-

About a quarter of an hour later, after listening to the debriefing, Marcuro quickly returned from the middle-aged city official's side. He pushed the door open and saw the three young noble knights, and a smile immediately returned to his originally gloomy face. He returned to his previous position, but he didn't sit down there, and put his hands on the table:

"I'm sorry, something very urgent happened, I need to go and see. If the three of you need anything, you can tell my housekeeper Fei Lun, who is missing. ”

"Wait! Is there anything we can do to help, Lord Baron? ”

The moment Marcuro turned around, Lars suddenly shouted--In the interaction of nobles, if the visiting guest happens to encounter the host in trouble, such an inquiry is a gesture of goodwill, and it is also an act of grace and cultivation.

Of course, if the trouble is big enough, and the relationship between the two parties is not close enough, it is just pure politeness - but Lars did not think so, he saw the face of Marculo before he entered, and he vaguely guessed that maybe something big had happened to Afron -

Outside the city, in a hilly area with lush forests.

After breaking through the crowd in front of the South Gate, Glo finally made his way through the thick walls - compared to the ordinary civilians of Afron and most of the wandering mercenaries, the bandit leader had the strength and physique to stand out from the crowd, so his journey out of the city seemed to be quite smooth.

Standing in the open field outside the city, the vast white mist had frozen and disintegrated in the sun, and in the distance were a few dead trees and large patches of bare brown soil. The farmer near Afron had already finished harvesting his crops, and in addition to a few scarecrows made of dead grass, straw, and tree branches, he saw a long line of wagons outside the city.

Some caravans from outside preparing to enter the city.

There were also a dozen or so sturdy men, in front of and behind him, striding towards the mountain road of the western hills. Glo looked up at the sky, the sun had risen at a considerable angle, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and he quickly followed.

Compared with the lofty mountains of Nogo, the terrain near the port city of Afron is basically a plain, even if it is a hill among the local population, it is only a small hill, this is really a kind of pediatrics - the bandit leader is vigorous, but he deliberately suppressed his speed, did not go too fast, and always maintained the appearance of three or five figures in front of him. As the mountain road progressed farther and farther, he looked into the distance, and the towering bell tower of Afron had become an imperceptible straight line in his vision, almost hidden between the blue sky and white clouds.

The mountains and forests in late autumn are colder than the bustling cities. The breeze blew through the trees, and the occasional insect and bird chirping could be heard, but as he walked through the winding mountain paths, the voices became loud.

Glo stopped.

A large fissure appeared in the surface of the ground in front of him, located on a gentle slope. There were also dozens of men standing next to him, judging by their clothing, they seemed to be from a common mercenary organization, and he looked closely, and realized that the figures he had followed before were among them.

Seeing his arrival, one of the tall men who looked like a leader looked at him meaningfully from a distance, and then turned his head to look into the chasm.

Is this going to be a private venue?

Glo opened the [Character's Peripheral Status] and found that this group of men dressed as mercenaries, except for a few three or two yellow dots, were just some small green dots, and he almost couldn't help laughing out loud - according to the current strength level of the bandit leader's [Jatis], it is not difficult to clear the field alone.

But he didn't immediately choose to do so.

Staring at the black fissure, where he seemed to see some flickering fire—some of the men had already gone in with torches. Glo crouched down, plucked a stalk from the grass and bit it into his mouth, his eyes narrowed, and an indescribable smile appeared on his face.

Based on his experience in the game in his previous life, Glo knew that entering through this wide, large chasm large enough for two people to pass through was a secondary map, and it was also a monster farm. There may or may not be such a thing as a gold mine, and judging from the current situation, the content of those rumors is still uncertain - but with the level and strength of these guys in front of him, he can imagine what kind of scene it will be in the near future.

However, unlike the dungeon, they still have a chance to escape.

[Crypt Mine] (Secondary map, recommended level: LV12~LV18.) ）

The main monsters are hordes of cavemen, with a few cave warriors mixed in. By the way, there are also caveman bosses, and there must be one and only one of each spawner, which will respawn in random corners of the entire submap half an hour after being killed in the game.

It's not bad to let these guys run in first to attract the monsters. After all, according to the current level and attributes, it is very difficult for the bandit leader to brush this secondary map alone.

Glo dropped the iron tug on his shoulder, biting the stalk of grass and humming happily.