"It's mowing month, and most of the farmers in the village are going down to the fields to clear the weeds, but most of the residents in Mori are pig farmers, so we should be able to see a lot of people."

As he walked slowly along the stream, the blonde boy on horseback was jolting appropriately.

Apparently he was right, and when the three of them came to a village at the end of the creek, surrounded by green grass and deep forest, they did look very lively.

It's just that this kind of excitement is not the same as the normal one.

As far as the eye could see, in a hilly clearing in front of the village, a group of peasants in linen clothes were watching something with their backs to the three of them.

And inside them, there were faint bursts of angry yelling and frantic barking.

The three of them looked at each other at this, and then kicked the spurs and quickened their pace a little.

When they got closer, they found that the open space at the entrance of the village was surrounded by six villagers with big shoulders and round waists, and three skinny wild dogs!

The six villagers, who were covered in dirt for some reason, were now surrounded in all directions by three wild dogs, each with sticks and brooms in their hands.

However, their encirclement did not go well, and the three wild dogs jumped up and down around a low thatched hut at the entrance of the village, and played around the villagers around them.

Even from time to time, a man who wears a crotch and sweeps his tail and trips over one or two men with big shoulders and round waists.

Even these villagers were tired and panting, their faces were red, and their reactions were getting slower and slower after a long period of exercise.

In the end, they were even yelled and provoked by a few dogs running back to their butts, and they didn't respond in time.

That appearance was extremely clumsy, and it also caused the surrounding onlookers to laugh constantly.

It stands to reason that under normal circumstances, it is unlikely that such a dog will tease people.

But when Bernie took a closer look, he understood why.

All three dogs are players......

At the same time, not only are they three players, but they're also talking in a way that Bernie hasn't met before-

When the first gray-haired little earth dog shrugged his ears and his mouth and nose were black and roaring back and forth around the two villagers, transparent bubbles were still bubbling out of his head.

Along with the bubbles, there were bursts of accents and words that were both strange and familiar to Bernie—

"I said Ah Feng Lao Tie, let's just run, what's the point of playing a few NPCs here."

"How can you run if you haven't rescued anyone yet?"

"If you can save it, of course you have to save it, the key is that you haven't saved it, depending on the situation, our plan to save Zhao around Wei has failed, and it can't fail again."

"If you can't save it, you have to take revenge!"

"Damn, we don't know that guy, where do we come from to have the same hatred?"

"Make up the heat, big brother, now that thing is on the hot search, even if we can't save people, by the way, let's take a small video, and then make an exaggerated title, and publish it with millions of views in minutes, do you believe it?"

"That's right, the light of the righteous path!"

"yes, yes, Ah Hai still understands me."

"Who is Ah Hai?"

"Akai, Akai, it's wrong, the voice input in this game is not very standard......"

……

The three dogs chatted hotly, and the one in the lead was a short-legged dog that looked a little like a corgi, and the game nickname floating on his head was very domineering.

LV6 - the most dazzling ethnic style.

Bernie narrowed his eyes at this.

This player is the highest level he's ever encountered, but a high level is not always a good thing.

Because as far as he knows, after the player reaches level ten, the survival environment he will face will inevitably be much harsher than now......

At this time, the young deacon next to him had already turned over and dismounted, and was frowning and asking a short and fat woman at the entrance of the village who was watching the excitement.

"What's going on here?"

"These three dogs didn't know where they came from, and they knocked over all the dung that Satin and they picked, and all that dung was going to be picked up by Tim to sell, and now they can't be sold, and they all knocked over."

The woman wrapped in a turban replied indignantly, but the expression on her face was a little gloating.

Farmers in this world know how to use manure as fertilizer, so business around manure is very popular.

The corners of Bernie's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he felt a little embarrassed inexplicably, but the young deacon who was walking with him did not have such complicated feelings.

Seeing that this situation is really farce, and as those villagers run back and forth, there is indeed a faint disgusting smell in the wind.

So, after frowning, the young deacon took out a ball of thread from the purse on his waist, and with a slight aim, threw it at the head of the leading wild dog.

The threads were very tight and condensed at first, but they quickly scattered in mid-air, and even when they were about to land, they had become a criss-crossing network of wires.

This peculiar net has a clear goal and a very accurate orientation, and it instantly covers the leading wild dog after landing.

At the same time, it seemed to have a strange magic, and the short-legged dog was biting and barking as it struggled, but it was bound more and more tightly.

This situation came suddenly, and it was too "weird", and the two dogs next to him hurriedly turned around and ran away.

However, the young deacon raised his finger and gestured at their backs, and two threads suddenly sprang out of the thread that bound the short-legged dog.

And in the blink of an eye, it wrapped around the hind legs of the two wild dogs, and the whirling automatically knotted, making them unconsciously fall into a.

Several dung men who were panting on the side were overjoyed to see this, and they did not think much about how the net came from, but rushed up with sticks and brooms.

Then there was a terrible wail of the wild dogs, which soon turned into a whining and screaming, and finally the bark was gone, and it was evident that they had been killed.

The villagers seemed to be a little stunned when they were out of excitement, and when they came back to their senses, they suddenly realized that something was wrong with the development of this matter, and there were three strangers next to them.

So I hurriedly scattered the birds and beasts, and after a while, I walked away.

After beating the three dogs to death, the villagers who were picking up dung looked at them with some hesitation.

It seems that I want to thank you, but I'm afraid of getting into trouble-

Because they were in the middle of the investigation, the three of them wore the usual gray linen blouses and trousers.

It's not very conspicuous, but no matter how conspicuous it is, the temperament they reveal is not at all comparable to ordinary people.

What's more, I didn't think about it at the time, but now that I think about it, the net just now is obviously not normal......

Living in a world of transcendental beings and evil monsters, civilians are not surprised by this particular phenomenon.

But because they knew this, they looked at it with a particularly frightened look, as if they were looking at a man-eating beast in the forest.

"I'll ask them if they know any clues, and by the way, let you see how effective the question is."

Tracy whispered a word to Bernie, and then walked over to the six stinking villagers not far away.

Immediately after, I heard the other party's voice.

"May Lennon bless you."

The villagers looked at each other when they heard this, and then hurriedly returned the salute, and one of the half-aged men with a gray beard returned the salute and asked a little vigilantly: "Hello this lord, what do you need to serve?" ”

"We're looking for a middle-aged monk named Boswell, bald, robed, round-faced...... Have you ever met him? ”

Tracy's voice sounded kind, but the other party shook his head when he heard this,

"No, no."

"Really?"

The kind voice instantly turned into a tone full of majesty, and everyone else trembled when they heard it.

The person concerned seemed to be suddenly facing the judgment of the Supreme King, and the original slightly vigilant look on his face disappeared in an instant, and his waist was stiff and full of awe.

"Yes, yes, I know he is the abbot of a nearby monastery, and I have rented the monastery land to grow wheat. Can...... But that was two years ago, yes, two years ago! ”

Tracy looked at the other party a few times, then nodded, "Thank you for your cooperation." ”

Seeing this, several villagers bent down and saluted, and then hurriedly turned around and left.

The young deacon walked back and explained to Bernie.

"Joshua's ability to interrogate allows me to easily tell if the other person is lying, and at the same time use a kind of mental coercion to make him reveal the truth, as you have just seen, it is very difficult for ordinary people to resist this kind of questioning.

"Of course, this can only be done after I have practiced the questioning to a certain extent, and in the first place, if you want this effect, you have to cooperate with the holy relics."

As they spoke, the three began to ride their horses towards the village.

Because of the previous bustle, there were some villagers staying on the dirt streets of the village at this time, and the other party asked a few more people, but there was still no gain.

"There's no clue here."

He finally came to the conclusion that "the peasant women in the village usually like to eavesdrop on the foot of the wall and inquire about new things, and if they don't know, they really don't know." ”

As he spoke, he remembered that it was Bernie who had proposed to come here before, so the conversation changed,

"Although there are no clues, it does not mean that there are no lies here. This non-farming village is especially fond of lazy people, who are good at stealing chickens and dogs, and you can perform transcendent rituals here. ”

After thinking about it, he added, "Don't worry, we have the right to question anyone, and it's okay to go door-to-door." ”

Bernie nodded when he heard this, and without hesitation, he took out a bottle of silver-gray liquid from the horse bag under his crotch, uncorked it and drank it down.

The holy water that matches the transcendent skill is different from the holy water in the general sense, and each transcendent skill corresponds to a special holy water.

The bottle that Bernie was drinking now tasted salty, like tears, and there was a bitter feeling after drinking it.

However, when the effect of the medicine began to take effect, the feeling became numb.

Then Bernie went into action,

He didn't just try to find any target, he rode slowly through the small village, his eyes scanning the surroundings, as if looking for the most suitable one—

While any lie can be used as a ritual requirement, the kind of everyday trivial lies certainly cannot be as effective as those that are seriously concealed.

And the role that one concealment can play is naturally impossible to have more than one concealment.

As a man with ideas, Bernie didn't want to try his luck in the traditional "random" way, not even knowing how many rituals he needed to perform to learn a skill.

As a "god", as a genius destined to be focused on by many people,

He's ready to strike a blow.