After packing up their tents and sleeping bags, Charles and his party continued along the avenue.

The magic painting is wrapped in a thick black cloth and tied to the back of the saddle with a rope. This special item can't fit in the backpack, and Charles can only take the [Magic Painting] with him.

The ultimate goal of this trip is to go to Tifanton, find the Temple of Nightglow, and sacrifice the magic painting, whether the goddess rewards it or not. Now Charles had a sense of urgency to get rid of the hot potato, because he vaguely felt that the demon he encountered last night seemed to have come with a purpose, not a random encounter in the wild.

And as far as Cormier of the Purple Dragon Kingdom is concerned, he is only an inconspicuous Holy Coming priest, and there are not many things on him that can be remembered.

[Magic Painting] is one.

Because this magic painting is an aggregate of negative energy, it is the most wonderful material or food for some evil professions and evil creatures. Anyway, the painting that the immortal goddess Giya Yao likes is by no means ordinary.

And then another......

Charles's mind moved, and a black stone in his backpack appeared in his palm.

This is the inactive 'Ioun Stone', after the initial unsealing, it can only add 1 point of strength attribute to the user, which is very chicken, only equivalent to a bonus of a green outfit.

However, Charles had obtained the High Ritual Scroll before, and then the pure blood needed for the ritual also had an eyebrow. When he left Susar, he had already left a special letter, and he only needed to rush to Arabe and wait for a few days, and it was estimated that he would be able to get blood.

No one but himself knew that the 'Stone of Ion' was in his hands. After Charles handed over the necromancer's diary to Hayziz, he kept an eye out for the movements of the Royal Mage Guild. The day after his diary was submitted, the haunted winery was seized by a group of war mages, and the Level 2 dungeon completed its mission and naturally vanished.

The closure of the 'Haunted Winery' dungeon made Susal players talk about it on the forums for two or three days, and then the topic was goodbye forever.

So, unless it's the necromancer, the Pale Lord, who Duru has personally found it with some secret method, no one will care about this 'Stone of Ion'.

Well, that's the last thing left.

Charles tossed the stone back into his backpack and glanced at the 'Royal Mage Society Medal of Honor' at the top of the pack. This is the key to the Hall of the Crowns.

The chief of the female guard had also reminded him that the group of corrupt nobles had been coveting this thing, maybe it was a certain marquis, or even a grand duke, who didn't know where to get the intelligence news, and sent assassins to follow him, which was also very likely.

In short, he has magic paintings and medals on him that can be remembered by the aborigines.

Charles didn't draw conclusions.

Maybe it was just a demon that I encountered by chance? You must know that the continent of "Dawn" is full of monsters, and there is no obvious level distinction on the map. Perhaps some inconspicuous hut in the wilderness is inhabited by an old lich.

Even though he thought about it so easily, the priest sitting on horseback still had a gloomy color between his eyebrows.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the three members of the traveling team.

No one spoke, which made the already dreary trip even more boring. Charles's original plan to deviate from the avenue and farm wild monsters in the wilderness was also suppressed by him.

There is a dark cloud in my heart that cannot be dissolved. That sense of danger is becoming more and more evident when traveling. Charles can only complain that the game is too real when he is bored, and even the sixth consciousness special ability obtained by the priest profession because of the high perception attribute can be simulated in such detail.

At this time, Charles was not in the mood to read on horseback.

It's close to noon.

A rolling hill appears in view, a corner of Pterodactyl Lake leans against the hills, a small fishing village is built on the lake, canoes, fishing boats are moored crookedly on the beach, all of which look a little damaged, as if the storm the night before also affected the fishing village.

"You've discovered Sunset Hills."

"You've discovered Sunset Fishing Village."

Two system prompts in a row, and this area on the map lights up.

"Sunset Fishing Village!"

Charles was in good spirits, he had planned to go to the foot of this fishing village last night, but his trip was delayed by the fish-man mission, and now he finally arrived.

The storm caused by the battle of the two legends has obviously also affected the fishing village. The vast inland lake of Pterodactyl Lake is likely to have some ripple effects, and Charles hopes to receive some tasks in the fishing village and continue to earn experience and climb the ranks.

He planned to rush to at least rank eight before he arrived at Arabe, so that he would have the face to meet the woman without being ridiculed.

The trio approached the fishing village on a bantam horse.

The fishing village, like most villages and towns on the Material Continent, is covered with a wooden fence about two or three meters high, and from a distance, a few militiamen armed with improvised spears can be seen patrolling the fence.

But in broad daylight, the only entrance to the village was closed. It is a thick wooden gate covered with a layer of iron armor with many traces of battle.

This shows that the fishing village has been standing in the Sunset Mountains for a long time, and the villagers have used their courage to drive out countless groups of monsters and thrive on the shores of Pterodactyl Lake.

"Something isn't quite right."

Charles rode his horse, looked at the gate of the fishing village, glanced at the figure on the fence, and said to the quicksand and haunting his fingertips, "You wait for me here." ”

"I'm going to observe the situation."

As he spoke, the priest put his legs between the horse's belly, rode slowly to the fence, and shouted, "We are adventurers from afar, please let us enter the village to rest." ”

"The Holy Predent?"

There was a commotion on the fence, and a moment later a middle-aged man in armor climbed the fence, looking like the captain of the militia. He stared at Charles with eagle-sharp eyes, looked at it for a few moments, and then said in a deep voice: "Holy Presence, you are not welcome in the Sunset Fishing Village, please leave!" ”

The militia captain spoke politely, but as long as he was not deaf, he could hear a hostility in it.

"What's going on?"

Charles was stunned, his reputation in the region was neutral, and it stands to reason that the natives should not be hostile. He pursed his lips and rode up slowly as he said loudly, "Your Excellency, I am the priesthood of Ogma, please believe that I have come with good intentions. ”

The militia captain did not reply, but took a deep look at Charles, then took the longbow handed by one of the militiamen, and fired two arrows in succession, which landed in front of the bantam's hooves.

"It's a warning!"

"One step further, you will be treated as an enemy by Sunset Fishing Village!"

The attitude of the aborigines is clear.

Charles frowned back, walked over to the horse, and whispered, "I think it should be the player in front of me who did something angry and resentful to make the fishing village disgusted with the Holy Presence. ”

"Hmm." Charles nodded. Don't overestimate the player's lower limit. If the player is trying to gain experience, it is possible to burn, kill and loot in the fishing village.

Of course, this is just a metaphor. Because players slaughter natives with no professional rank, they are severely punished by the system.

"Get out of here first."

Charles beckoned his teammates to mount and retreated into a sparse forest at the foot of the Sunset Mountains.

There are only traces of the life of some wild beasts in the woods. It seems that the fishing village often organizes people to clean up the monsters around the village. Thinking of the fact that the fishing village was closed just now and looked like a soldier, Charles had a faint guess in his heart, but he couldn't find any evidence.

"Huh?"

The quicksand on his fingertips and the haunting dreams had already dismounted and was laying out the carpet, and the priest who was sitting on the back of the horse thinking about it suddenly sensed something, and looked back behind him sharply.

"Someone's there!"

The shadows of the mountains, the shadows of the trees, overlapped on a bush more than a dozen meters away, making it look dark, as if a pair of eyes were hidden.

Charles was sure that his instincts were not wrong this time, that there must be something hidden in the bushes!

As his mind flickered, Charles grabbed the 'Deep Sea Frost Flails' from his inventory, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, then pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, and in a short moment, he went from a resting state to a riding charge, the flail shook on his head, and rushed towards the bushes.

This happened in a flash of lightning.

The wandering sand of his fingertips, who was still haunted by the blanket in the glade, raised his head in astonishment when he heard the rapid sound of horses' hooves.

The man hiding in the bushes was also apparently startled.

"Smack"

The black chains let out a crisp trembling sound, and Charles, who was holding the horse's belly, leaned slightly to the right, grabbed the 'Deep Sea Frost Flails' and flung it, and a round hammer covered with steel thorns at the top of the chain smashed into the bushes.

Branches fly and leaves fall.

At the same time, a confused figure escaped from the bushes. The spiked hammer grazed his back dangerously, and the steel spikes cut directly through the leather armor on his body.

"Quick reflexes, either a wanderer or a ranger."

Thoughts flashed.

Charles also expected the man to dodge the blow, so he continued to drive the bantam steed and chased the dark shadow without stopping after the attack.

"Wow"

The sound of chains rang again, and Charles slammed the chain flail again, and the spiked chain hammer slammed into the back of the black shadow.

Factoring in the bantam's explosive speed and the speed at which he swung the flail, Charles was confident that the blow would never miss again. And with the attack bonus of the horse charge, it can easily inflict a critical hit effect.

But the Dark Shadow was far more sensitive than the priest had expected.

Seeing that the spiked chain hammer was about to hit the black shadow, but at this time, the black shadow made a super difficult dodge action, and actually bent his waist during the run, almost curled up into a ball, and the chain hammer swung back after hitting the air, almost hitting the priest himself.

"Intuitive Dodge ......"

"There should also be specialties such as dodge and lightning reflection, which provide a reflection verification bonus."

"High-level loiter!"

Charles was slightly startled.

After all, bantam horses are not war horses but service horses, 30 gold coins each, which can only be used to carry things and travel. Now if you want to catch up with this agile wanderer, you have to ride at least a war horse.

The wanderer quickly disappeared into the trees.

The bantam panted and was pulled to a halt by Charles. The priest put away the 'Deep Sea Frost Flails', turned over and dismounted, and led the horse back to the resting place.

"Who is it?" Quicksand on the fingertips and haunting dreams asked at the same time.

Charles smiled and looked at the combat data log on his retina.

"Failed to launch [Flail Sweep]."

"Player 'Takekawaichi' dodged through the reflex immunity."

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(Thanks to the generous reward of the 'Jieshi Canglan' classmates, this book has its first disciple, Mo Mo Da.) In fact, the author also wants to celebrate more, but unfortunately it is a new book period, so he can only put it on the shelves and seek to break out. Also, thanks to the editors' love, this book passed the application of Sanjiang and was on the list on Sunday afternoon. I don't know if anyone is willing to vote for Sanjiang, and I am worried. Finally, ask for a recommendation ticket. ）