A black shadow walked in the middle of the early morning crowd, dressed in a black robe with strange silver-gray lines, the robe covered the ground and covered the top of his feet, and he walked silently like a ghost.

Just walking by, the conversation around me stopped abruptly.

It's like a group of people who have stolen from each other and look at the passing police.

Fear condensed into an entity that silently spread away from him, and even the early morning sun became cold, and the air seemed to be frozen, not only exuding the cold smell of the cellar mixed with the smell of earth, but also making people's steps stiff and difficult.

"It's the Blighter! How did the Blight get here......"

"Which one the hell brought the Blighted here?"

"It's little Jonny! It must be little Jonny - I saw him digging for eggs yesterday! ”

"Nonsense, how could the Blighted Ones come to us because of such a trivial matter......

Roland walked silently and slowly through the crowd, and the people around him stopped and bowed their heads in humility; The person he glanced at was a spirit, and then trembled like chaff.

As Roland passed, the group lowered their voices and complained to each other in voices they thought Roland couldn't hear.

In a country where the druids had supreme power, the blighters, who could kill at will and only had to submit a review, were undoubtedly a privileged class.

On the other hand, the fear of the druids was already deeply ingrained in the minds of the civilians, and Roland must have been able to find some answer by shaking it out in this outfit.

Although he could hear the chatter of the group of civilians behind him, Roland was silent. Because he knew that the person he was looking for might be exposed in the conversation of that group.

"Maybe he's just a black-robed druid."

"No way, even Master Will saluted him, he must be the real thing...... Lord Will is a full-fledged knight. ”

"It's none of my business anyway, I definitely haven't hurt the forest ......"

"The Blighters aren't just in the forest, poor Cole - I remember you beating a fawn yesterday. How cruel, its head has been cut off by you, that fine fur...... I mean, her soul is groaning in pain. Recite. ”

"That's right? Don't make a fuss, we have to eat! ”

"All the exertions of the transition beyond the limits of survival are resisted—that's what Mistress Falina Druid said."

"I don't know if Lady Farina made some mistakes......

"No kidding! Lady Falina is a good person! ”

"But the blighted are not good people......"

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense! ”

"Why do you think something happened to Lord Farina? Maybe it's that sneaky outlander. ”

That's it!

The corners of Roland's mouth crossed with a hint of satisfaction.

If I can find him, I don't have to get up so early to go out.

Claude was still resting after exerting too much yesterday, Marken was exercising in the morning with burns on his body, Cruvine went to the inn kitchen to help cook, and Claudia and Ann Jos hadn't woken up yet.

Under the pretext of coming out to find the sect's connector, Roland and Marken said that they would come out to find their target.

Then I was almost laughed at the muttering of these ignorant villagers.

Farina. Is Green Vine a good person? Well, she is a good person in terms of what she teaches these villagers about planting, weather, and seeds.

But you know, just half a year later, it was this "good guy" who killed a foreigner with a death crow heritage and took it for himself - by poisoning the beep during intimacy.

Then, she happened to activate the Legacy Mark, which had been almost completely triggered by the traveler, and was the first to get the class of Death Raven.

She can even become Pope. It's just her greed that ruined her.

Farina's former precinct was the darkest part of the city of wealth, Carral. She grew up there and trained as a nightingale until she was discovered to have a druid talent.

The group of who both please men and know how to kill a man when he is least able to resist. Zi taught her something that should not be taught, so that her snake-like soul got the nourishment it deserved.

Later, due to a well-known incident, she had to flee to this small village, killing and replacing the original druid of the village, while playing the role of a pure and kind druid like the Virgin, while quietly waiting for the opportunity for revenge.

After she discovered that the plague killed by the Dead Crow's plague could quickly increase her strength, she collected the blood of nearly a hundred creatures at great expense - and everyone knew the price.

In short, after causing an accident to another innocent wizard passing through the small town of Ram, she mixed the blood of nearly a hundred creatures with the blood of humans to create a powerful plague that was almost impossible to immune.

Later, that plague devoured several other plagues, gradually mutated and evolved, and eventually became the most terrible plague in the entire plague revival.

That's bloodstain syndrome.

Unfortunately, this woman did not live to the time when the plague she had cultivated was devastating.

When she indulged in the thrill of using the plague to kill people to increase her strength, and ignored the Sleeping Mentor's telling her to use the plague to clear the "ignorant and cruel inheritance", she was disgusted by the Sleeping Mentor and became a crow witch. And a month later, he was successfully killed by seven dead crows.

This witch with actress-level acting skills lived cautiously all her life, but finally died of her arrogance.

If he could, Roland didn't want to provoke her, and he didn't want to mess with her better. As the saying goes,. The son is ruthless and the son is unrighteous, that is, a. If Farina, who is also a drama, can backhand kill a villager who has lived with her for five or six years, she can definitely kill Roland for inexplicable reasons.

Maybe she had something she knew about that only she knew, maybe she had something to tell her story about what had made her fall to such a point, but none of these Rolands wanted to hear it.

If the timing was right, he didn't care about killing her with his own hands. If someone else had killed her before that, Roland would not have been angry that he had robbed him of his experience, but would only applaud her and bow down as if he had met a great man for the benefit of mankind.

There wasn't any particular reason, it was just that Roland wanted to do it.

Now Roland doesn't plan to start dealing with Falina right now. After all, she is a person who comes out of a place like the City of Wealth, and she will not be killed by simple intrigues and tricks in the fall.

And once she realizes that someone is targeting her, even Roland will not be able to do it at that time.

All he wanted to find was the stranger who was suspected of carrying the Death Crow Inheritance.

Roland wanted the legacy. As long as he has this thing, his requirements for changing jobs will be greatly reduced.

If he can successfully change jobs before carrying out the plan of the White Tower part, and have a chance to resurrect himself, Roland will dare to play some waves.

Thinking so, Roland reached out and stopped a middle-aged man who was cowering and wanted to pass by him.

His beard was embarrassed, and his eyes flashed with intense unease. At the moment when he was stopped by Roland, Roland's natural perception vision clearly saw that his body was instantly dyed with a strong color of fear.

"It's not me! Not me! I wasn't the one who killed Old John! Don't kill me! He was the one who lied first! ”

Less than two seconds after being stared at by Roland, he sat down on the ground in terror of the fear of death, and whispered something hysterically in his throat, which was suddenly hoarse from nervousness, as if the loudest voice was the truth.

"It's not me! I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong! I wasn't wrong! ”

But he was even more alarmed that he could not speak louder than a barking dog. Frightened that he would not be able to shout out a lie full of holes in a voice like a bell, he became even more nervous.

Yoh? And a windfall?

Roland raised an eyebrow.