The group crossed the White River overnight with the help of a greedy boatman, and the news of the hijacking of the Xiuyimi Roman car must not have had time to reach the town of Baisha, so the journey was still very smooth.

There is no official road south of the White River, and as far as the eye can see, there are large fields and sparse houses between the fields. Duran and the others did not delay much, and after enough rest during the day, they hurried all night with torches, and finally arrived at a small village called [Buri] on the south bank of the White River before dawn.

At this time, at dawn, many farmers had come out of their houses, carrying all kinds of farm tools on their backs, and hurried into the fields. At this time, it is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and many crops are about to be harvested, so it is necessary to take good care of them, otherwise the hard work of the year will be wasted.

The people who had been on the road every day since the West Mountain Pass and had not rested showed a certain amount of fatigue, and Duran had an advantage in this regard. The evil contract digitized his body, and after entering the gray iron rank, his physique has greatly improved, and his physical strength recovery ability has been significantly enhanced. But Kate is a spellcaster after all, and in Duran's plan, the next few days will not be particularly comfortable, and only adequate rest can ensure that the goal is successfully achieved.

So at Duran's behest, Kate took the fire-eater and stayed in the only hostel in Brie Village, [Hometown], while he himself walked to the east of Brie Village according to the plan in his mind. As for the ogre Ironskin, this guy is more pitiful, in human society, the ogre basically appears as a robber or bandit, and of course it is impossible for Duran to openly walk into a human village with an Ironskin.

"So I gave you an easy task." Before entering the village, Duran had already explained that Ironhide would go to the mushroom forest south of Brie Village to explore the way before them. Duran gave him a clear mission, which was to find a lake full of holly and magnolia trees in the dark mushroom forest.

As the sky grew brighter, Duran did not feel sleepy at all, in fact, his nerves had been in a state of high euphoria since the teacher's death in front of him. Duran knew that if the dragon mage Andrew said that if he didn't die, he wouldn't have a good night's sleep. The memories and soul of the original owner affected him and made him thirsty for revenge, while the soul of Earth was a constant reminder of the need to be cautious, and a gold-rank dragonman mage would not be an easy one.

"The burial place of ancient wisdom, except for the Valley of Shadows, the rest of the secret entrances are thousands of miles away. And the treasure left behind in the Tower of Shadows is the best way to boost my strength, so I don't have a choice. Duran went through the plan in his mind a little, and felt that if nothing else, finding the Valley of Shadows should be foolproof.

"The first thing to do is to find the parchment scroll with the ciphertext on it." Duran weaved through the farmhouses of the two houses, tiptoeing to look at the wooden sign of his name hanging in front of the farmhouse. The two farmer-raised dogs smelled the smell of the human being and barked at Duran continuously.

The information of the Valley of Shadows has long been deeply remembered by Duran, and as a modern person with a strong curiosity about the occult, Duran has been paying special attention to the burial place of these ancient wisdom when browsing the materials sent by the game company. For the first twenty years of his life, Durán had been a staunch atheist, but this strange crossing made his mind shake a little. Whether it is the legend of the creation of the West Wei in the Fernan Continent or the Supreme Council that controls the evil contract and the evil land, it gives him a mysterious feeling, and vaguely, he seems to have come to a world where there are real gods. It's just that he has only been here for a short time, and the two worldviews haven't had time to clash fiercely.

The pursuit of ancient wisdom can not only bring great power to Duran, but also relieve Duran's doubts to a certain extent. Why did you come to the Fernand Continent? How did the Wicked Land come about? What kind of existence is the Evil Pact and the Supreme Council? What is the universe like......

Facing the cool breeze of the early morning, Duran shook his head with a wry smile, put these questions behind him for a moment, and began to think about the matter at hand; - Legend has it that after burying the ancient wisdom under his control in the Valley of Shadows, the legendary mage Ravenjin drew a parchment scroll with his own hands, and the parchment scroll recorded the key and a puzzle on how to open the Tower of Shadows. The puzzle ultimately points to the exact direction of the Shadow Valley, and all Duran remembers is that the entrance to the Shadow Valley is like a lake, surrounded by holly trees and magnolias—which is why he sent the Ogre Ironhide to explore the way first.

"Roderick...... Avery...... Vernon...... Saric ...... Wait a minute! Sarich! Finally found it for me! Duran went from house to house on the east side of Buri Village, but it was early in the morning, and the neighborhood was still sparsely populated, otherwise he would have been arrested as a thief with bad intentions.

As he walked around to a shabby farmhouse, he was greeted by a wooden sign hanging from the tall fence.

【Ade. Sarich House - If no one else in the neighborhood has that name, by the way, visitors are not allowed on the week]

"It's Friday and it looks like I'm going to have some luck." Duran muttered to himself, and he looked into the farmhouse to see that the door of the main house had been opened, and a rickety figure had stepped out of it.

"Hey boy, there's nothing to see here, if you're okay, get out of here! If you want to eat in the bakery, I only have a hard and cold clay pot here! The old man also saw Duran, whose dirty clothes made the old man immediately recognize him as a wandering beggar who wanted to steal some food, and shouted loudly and rudely.

Hearing this, Duran was not only angry and annoyed, but looked delighted - the game records that the parchment scroll was in the hands of a clay pot maker, and that person's surname was Sarich, and it seemed that it was most likely this old man.

Then he smiled and said, "Hello Mr. Sarich, perhaps you have misunderstood my intentions, and I would appreciate it if you would give me a moment to explain." ”

"I'll give you three seconds, one second to shut you up, and two seconds to fuck me off." Saric looked very irritable, and he walked out of it angrily with a farm implement, and cursed as he left: "! Someone came to bother me early in the morning......"

At this time, Duran was stunned to realize that Mr. Saric was not actually an old man. Outwardly he was only forty years old at most, but his elongated stature, presumably his irritable surname, accelerated his aging, and he had only a few sparse brown hairs in his hair, which he had the same as that of Bald Bell.

"Listen, Mr. Sarich, I'm here to make a deal with you!" Duran felt a little bad and hurriedly shouted.

Saric rushed to the fence, threw the farm tools in his hand to the ground, and laughed, "Boy, what business can you do with me?" Do you want to buy some vases to go back? These things aren't worth much, but they're not something a bunny like you can afford, so don't mess with me, I'm upset enough! ”

Duran said helplessly, "Before you say this, you must at least see if I am really as poor as you think." ”

With that, he looked around, and with a flick of his wrist, a translucent silver dill slipped out of his sleeve - in fact, this action was completely disguised, and Duran's money was all in the little devil's tail around his waist, and he did this more than he did in order to hide the space props he was carrying.

However, no matter what, there is no such thing as a silver dill - at least there is no such thing as counterfeit money in this world, at most it is a private currency minted by some unscrupulous nobles, but Saric knows that even if Duran has a private coin, it means a lot of value.

Saric looked Duran up and down, and the original look of annoyance disappeared, replaced by a thoughtful look: "Ah, let me guess, you are the evil [three hands] with a lot of money at a young age?" ”

"Three Hands" is the name given to a part-time thief with unclean hands and feet in the South, and Durán replied with some unpleasantness: "My identity is not the point, listen, Mr. Sarrich, I know that you have an ancestral parchment scroll in your house, well, if you can't think of it, it was probably used as a tablecloth by you or one of your ancestors." I suggest you go back and find him for me now, and in return, this silver dill will be yours! ”

"A tablecloth for a silver diel? Sivi is on top, I'm not deaf enough to do this, am I? Sarrich's eyes widened in surprise, and before Duran could reply, the creature rushed back to the house with great agility and seemed to be rummaging through the cabinets.

"It's still very cost-effective to exchange a silver dill for a guide map of the Valley of Shadows." Duran waited outside the fence for about ten minutes, and old Saric came running with an old piece of parchment.

"Hey...... The gentleman who doesn't know what his name is? Is this the thing? ”

"Thank you, my name is Duran, can you take a closer look for me?" Duran gestured.

Saric didn't just hand over the parchment, but spread it out and showed it in front of Duran—

There was nothing on the parchment, and a few patterns were very strange and did not belong to any heraldic category, but Duran had his own way of making it visible.

"That's exactly what I wanted, a piece of parchment old enough to collect and use as a keepsake." A twinkle of joy flashed in Duran's eyes, and he was about to reach for the parchment.

Who knew that as soon as Saric put his hand away, he rolled up the parchment, revealing a sly smile peculiar to the southern peasant:

"Oooh oh...... Mr. Duran, I suppose this parchment is worth more than a silver dill now, right? ”

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