The sky was just dawning.

The Fishman Inn in Shenhai Town was busy early, and the smoke from the chimney was billowing in the early morning mist.

Native adventurers were getting ready to pack, guards in armor were walking around in the streets outside, horses were clattering with hooves and wheels, and caravans set out on the road to Arabe.

Charles didn't go offline for a night, and when the rooster crowed in the town, he packed up his martial arts books and outfits.

He first wore a woollen coat over the Adamantite armor, and thick gloves and trousers for his hands and thighs.

The second step was to wrap the body with a heavy cloak and a linen windbreaker to cover the head. This is the standard cold suit, which grants a +5 environmental bonus to the toughness immunity against cold weather.

Finally, the black cloth frame was tightly tied to a large travel backpack with twine, and Charles carried the backpack on his back, but he didn't feel much weight on his shoulders.

After all, there were only some simple travel clothes in the backpack, and he threw all the valuables in the inventory. [Magic Painting] can't be put in the inventory, otherwise it wouldn't have been so troublesome.

Changed into a warm attire, and the characteristics of the priest's profession were all concealed. Unless someone uses the Detection Spell on Charles, or if he actively reveals a wooden emblem, it will be difficult for Natives and players alike to know his class template.

The fallen paladin who was not willing to leave last night may be guarding the road leading to Arabe in Shenhai Town. Charles certainly didn't want to be stuck with it and make a nasty henchman on the trip, so it was imperative to change his outfit.

York, the innkeeper, brought breakfast.

After filling his stomach, Charles walked out of the inn and went to the market in Shenhai Town, where he bought a light horse from a horse dealer for two hundred gold coins.

The horse was already saddled, and Charles had chosen a horse with a gentle temperament, so that even if he didn't have the skill of 'horsemanship', he could barely ride a war horse and gallop through the wilderness, without worrying all day long, fearing that he would not be able to control the horse and fall off and die in vain.

Da-da-da-da.

Sitting on horseback, the view suddenly widened.

Charles could only walk slowly through the town. About ten minutes later, as soon as he followed a merchant group to the northern outskirts of the town, he suddenly tightened the reins, "snapped" the horsewhip, and galloped away on the avenue.

Sunken River Bridge.

A paladin sat on a heavy warhorse and held a long sword in his hand, standing on a slope not far from the entrance of the bridge, looking at the players and adventurers crossing the bridge with a solemn expression.

To be honest, Tyro also felt that his actions were a bit of a wait-and-see thing. He didn't know exactly what the dark artifact was, only that the owner was a level 6 priest player, and the player's name.

“…… Shire? ”

Tyro pronounced out the name of the ID shown in last night's battle data log, and felt his head grow for a while.

This ID name is very ordinary, he used the search function to add friends to query, and dozens of results appeared in the entire "Dawn" in an instant, including three or four priests with the same name.

The query can only get the name and occupation. There is no way to know the more detailed things such as rank, location, and power organization. That's why Tyro is upset.

Smack.

A crisp sound of horses' hooves came from the sinking river bridge. Tyro looked up, then withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

A human crouched on the light warhorse, and the large backpack behind him fell along with the warhorse.

Look at the costume is just an Aboriginal traveler. This is too low, and Tyro has never seen the player wear it. There are better quality and more beautiful non-attribute clothes, why choose low-grade colors?

And then the paladin missed the target just like that.

Charles was riding his horse, most of his mind on riding the horse, and he didn't notice that the fallen paladin from the previous night was guarding not far from the exit of the flat bridge.

After crossing the bridge, the majestic ancient city of Arabe has appeared on the horizon. Charles, however, rode straight to the western outskirts of Arabe, the rolling mountains at the far end of the sky looming in the clouds.

The top of the mountain is covered with snow.

That's the tail end of the Storm Horn Mountains.

……

Meanwhile, in the main city of Arabe, another hunter missed his target.

The shadow assassin Anta walks between the lower realms of Arabe.

The lower districts of the metropolis are synonymous with squalor and chaos, including goblins, orc neighborhoods, necropolis, prisons, shantytowns, slave quarters, and ghettos.

Underground areas also exist in some cities, which may be abandoned sewers or mines, building ruins, caves, and forgotten catacombs. Gangs and criminals often gather in these places.

Anta finds an abandoned manor.

The two strong men with eagle eyes standing at the gate of the manor stared at Anta with unkind expressions, and said in a deep voice: "Get out, stinky boy!" ”

"This is the home of the 'Fist of Vengeance'!"

"One step further, your life will be entrusted here!"

"Huh?"

Anta's hooded face turned cold, and with a low snort, the figure swished and disappeared in place, and then the next moment when it appeared, the daggers sticking out of the sleeves of his left and right hands were already on the necks of the two strong men.

The cold light of the dagger flowed, stained with a trace of blood. The two strong men were frightened and stiffened.

With 10 warrior levels, the elite Black-Gangs have no room for resistance in the hands of the Shadow Assassins. If Anta wanted to kill, the two strong men were undoubtedly already two corpses.

"Take me to Black Fist." Anta drew his dagger and said in a cold voice, revealing a silver Church Medal engraved with a green glow.

"It's ......"

When the two strong men saw the silver medal, the spirits shuddered, and quickly led Anta into the depths of the manor.

A burly and tall gang leader with an upper body and a hood received Anta .

"Shadow assassins?"

Black Fist saw the wanderer's advanced class, his eyes narrowed, his gaze swept over the silver medal in his hand, and then asked in a deep voice, "Is there anything in the church that needs my help?" “

"Find someone."

Anta didn't have any extra nonsense and threw over a white gem.

The Black Fist took the gem, and when it was activated with a swift command, the gem floated out with a clear phantom.

The man was dressed in a priest's robe, and his appearance was delicate, and the light steel shield of his left glove and the flail of his right hand were not ordinary. But what made Black Fist look surprised was the Phantom's status as a Holy Presence.

"The Holy Predent?" Black Fist said incredulously.

"Yes." Antar nodded indifferently, "You take the gem, go to the painter to copy the portrait of this Holy Presence, make a picture album, and distribute it to his subordinates, so that they can go to the city gate to guard, and then the city will dig three feet into the ground to find it." ”

"Report the target as soon as you find it, don't alarm him."

"Yes."

Black Fist didn't ask much about the reason. This is a task for the church, and it just needs to be carried out.

Arabe's biggest gang, the 'Fist of Vengeance', is a sub-force fostered by the 'Resurrection Order'. If the above is not satisfied with him, he can change people at any time, and Black Fist knows this.

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(PS: First of all, thank you for the 1888 starting point coin reward of the 'sad leg hair' classmate.) Ask for a referral ticket. ）