The townsfolk around seemed to sense that something was wrong, and gathered around to point at the place.

"Old John? Who is Old John? ”

"The old liar, the old man who drinks under the bell tower every night."

"Isn't he a wizard?

"Maybe. Wizards are like this anyway: cunning, cruel, and drunk. ”

"That old man is not cruel. Yesterday he also gave little Pete candy, the most expensive kind. ”

"Be careful! He must not have been kind to give such a valuable thing to a stranger for no reason, maybe he put a curse on it! Once eaten, it will turn into a monster like a dead corpse! ”

"Scared? I think so! No, I've got to go back. ”

Ignorance. Ignorance.

Not a single one of them was saddened by Old John's, and they all discussed the death and misfortune of others with a striking indifference, and in the joyful and peaceful atmosphere there was hidden utter ignorance and savagery.

It was the first town he saw in the Land of the Gods.

It was the first town he saw in this world.

Roland looked at this strange and familiar town with cold eyes, shocked by the ignorance of people, and was speechless for a while.

John ...... the Elder He still has an impression.

He is an astrological wizard, he is in his eighties today, but he did not advance to the full-level wizard until last year.

It was an interesting old man, who every day set up a stall under the bell tower with a fake crystal ball made of glass, posing as a prophetic wizard, and his prophecies were all nonsense, such as "today you will be robbed of your first kiss by a cat" or "you will be cheated out of money today" and other divinations that make people almost laugh.

However, if you ask him about the weather, he will suddenly become serious, put away the fake crystal balls, and tell you exactly what the weather will be like for the next week with a set of precision measuring instruments that can buy at least a dozen real crystal balls. And never go wrong.

Almost all of the money he earned would be exchanged for the most expensive candy, which would be handed out with trembling hands to the bears who surrounded him with dirt and stones.

And the candy he distributed was either thrown into the muddy water by the group of children with a disgusted face, or it was taken home by the ignorant children, and then slapped in the face by the adults and ordered them to throw it away.

So the children redoubled their efforts in the evening, and old John shook his trembling body like a stupid duck, struggling to dodge the sharp stones that struck the vital point.

But one day, he suddenly disappeared. His body was later found in a gutter by a stealth player. The coins on the corpse were completely missing, but the expensive sweets he had accumulated over the years, which were worth at least five or six times more than the money he carried, seemed to be feared, and none of them were left untouched.

And it was enough to buy a celestial measuring instrument for a sea-view villa in a place ten times richer than Biram - such as the White Tower, only to throw it into a puddle without mercy, and it was completely scrapped due to breakage and flooding.

All the players were not surprised in the slightest at the time. As if this sick town was infected with some terrible mental illness, they all looked at Old John's death with thoughts such as "Ah, he is finally dead" and "he is finally free". At first, there were mercenaries who bravely went to investigate, but then he took a mission and left here, and the matter was abandoned. Even when he came back for vacation, he had no idea of continuing the investigation.

No one knows why such an old wizard apprentice didn't go away with Caral, who was so hostile to wizards; No one knows why he deceives people with that almost ridiculous prophecy; No one knew why he was carrying an expensive measuring instrument that was in no way commensurate with his worth.

Everything about him is a mystery, but no one has ever tried to explore him.

Now, the killer of Old John has finally been found. Roland didn't have the slightest joy in his heart.

Unlike when he first left the hotel, his mood at the moment was extremely complicated.

After thinking carefully in his heart, in the midst of everyone's exclamations, a set of emerald vines came out of Roland's sleeve, and only tied the neck of the man who was muttering things like "I'm not wrong" and "it's none of my business". The force was greater than being just choked by an adult strong man's hands around his neck, making his face instantly red and out of breath.

After about half a minute, Roland sent him away when he saw that his face was as purple as an eggplant, and despite his heavy gasping as a dog lying on the ground, he just said coldly: "I ask, you answer." ”

"Yes, yes, yes...... Definitely, definitely—a ”

As the corners of his mouth drooled from suffocation, he knelt on the ground and whispered in a voice that was even hoarser than at the beginning.

In the middle of his sentence, a vine poked out like a snake, and the forearm that grabbed his right hand slammed back, and the bone spurs of his elbow burst out, and the forearm bent back unnaturally.

"I haven't asked yet."

Roland's voice was tightly bound in the black robes, as cold as the voice coming from the netherworld.

The man just thought that it should be, but when he thought of his previous fate, he immediately covered his mouth tightly with his hand and nodded frantically.

"A stranger, dressed in leather armor inlaid with dark green planks - do you have any impression of this man, answer me."

"Yes! Yes! He's in the Mule Hotel, on the third floor! ”

The man replied without thinking.

Roland nodded secretly.

It's the truth.

He was just about to leave, but suddenly he thought about old John, and asked again, "Where did you hide old John's body?" ”

“…… I didn't kill - uh-aaa ”

Before he could finish speaking, a bow was tied on his left hand.

"You have one more chance."

"I say! I say! In Simon's gutter! I didn't touch any money except for him! Here's the money—"

Before he could finish speaking, his neck was directly broken by a slender vine.

Roland then walked towards the Mule Inn.

Watching his figure fade away, the townspeople behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was looking for that stranger."

"I said long ago that person was not a good person. You see he's wearing strange clothes. ”

"It won't involve my family...... I'm staying right next to the Mule Hotel. ”

"Hehe, then you're really pitiful."

As in a copy of what happened before, no one was saddened by the death of a middle-aged man.

Roland listened to their discussion and smiled without a smile.

When he arrived in the real world, he really felt that the town was sick. Even without bloodstain syndrome, the inside of this seemingly unremarkable town is directly broken.

For the first time, Roland begins to reflect on whether Farina's stance on destroying the entire town is as crazy and evil as he had thought.

The killing intent that faded to the point of almost imperceptibility began to rise from Roland's heart.