Young Master..."

I don't dare to hurt innocent people under the nose of the goddess, but I make trouble and bully people under the pretext of pranks and fights, and the church has no way to arbitrate.

It's not that you can't find out the truth, magic is always so magical, isn't it. However, there were no fatalities, not even larger wounds, who would be more serious about trivial things. You know, the gang's bowl of rice is not something that can be eaten by just anyone, and if there is no backstage support, wait to be caught by the sheriff as a credit.

The oppression without a conflict of interests is definitely an act of defiling the city of St. Rhine and ignoring the glory of the goddess, and the gangsters do not dare to do so.

"Old Butler Haibo, shall we move out of St. Rhine? The Lorenzo family has fallen, and the forces in the city of St. Rhine, which divided the family, do not allow us to survive. Mosil Lorenço said in despair.

The old butler trembled and fumbled for the purse pressed under the stone in the corner, and after a series of dying struggles, the Lorenzo family saw no hope in rebuilding, and there was not much gold left. None of them were uninformed, and countless families had fallen into the same situation as them, and with the exception of a very few, most of the rebuilt families had found supporters before more than half of the family estate remained.

When they run out of ammunition, no one will waste a lot of resources to support them. Even if there were, Mosier would not dare to say yes, because history has taught us that it often means huge risks that are uncontrollable.

"Alas, the time is almost up. It's not that the old man doesn't know that there is no hope of staying in St. Rhine, how can the greedy nobles give us the possibility of leaving with wealth. Now they are poor and white, at least they will not be of interest to the nobles, and the 'elegance' of the nobles will not allow them to do anything to kill them. ”

"Really? I packed my things and left the city at dawn. ”

Mosil exclaimed in surprise, he had already had enough of the humiliating life he had already had! In just two years, the ancestor failed to break through, the family's combat power died mysteriously, the family business was divided, and St. Rhine City had become his nightmare, and it was better to leave.

The master and servant walked unabashedly to the adventurer's hall, ready to use the few hundred gold coins left to hire a team of mercenaries with a good reputation to protect them from the pursuit of the greedy adventurers of the underground forces of St. Rhine.

The big forces in St. Rhine don't care about the little things on their two little fish, the underground scum that eats human blood steamed buns, and the adventurers who watch the so-called family heritage will not miss the opportunity to eat leftovers. Camouflage is useless, and they can't hide the snakes and rats who have been staring at them for a long time, hoping that a pair of old and weak can lower their vigilance and deal with them after solving the competitors.

"Escort Mission: Seek a third-order adventure group with escort experience and a high mission completion rate, and the destination is the gray town of the Gotthard Mountain, with a commission of 500 gold coins."

500 gold coins is a good price for a third-order adventurer. The indifferent adventuring group did not have the slightest sense of communication, they were large, well-informed, knew the situation, and did not want to die. The mission location is close, regardless of the special situation of the old and the young, the commission is similar to that of the white pickup, which can naturally attract some adventurers who plan to make extra money.

For the sake of their own lives and reputation, the team is reluctant to take it. In the end, they could only scrape together a temporary team and invite a third-order adventurer to sit in charge at a high price of 450 gold coins. By the way, St. Rhine's City is a holy city that has been miraculously revealed by a main god, and the gods are everywhere, and the god-king can be called a good hand. There are more than eight kings in the depths of the water, and the third order is just the bottom of the shrimp, the level of the gang's gold medal thugs, and they can barely eat.

The level of St. Rhine is too high, and low-level adventurers mainly rely on taking on life tasks, finding lost items, collecting medicinal herbs, finding special gems, etc., to support themselves, and they have no chance to fight, and they don't need these weak chickens.

Both sides have tacitly acquiesced that the hired adventure party only needs to deter Xiaoxiao, and can flee on their own when they encounter an invincible enemy.

After negotiating the conditions, without the slightest delay, he immediately hit the road.

With the help of the monster Bigfoot, in less than an hour, the outline of the Gotthard Mountain is already in sight, and it is estimated that after walking for another three hours, it will be around dark to reach the destination, the mountain ash town where adventurers live at the foot of the Gotthard Mountain.

On the way, he encountered several waves of bluffing gangsters, the strongest of which was no more than the second order, and he had already been killed by the adventure team. Characters with a bit of face understand the key to this, because of the tacit understanding between the nobles, the last bloodline of the Lorenzo family cannot die near the city of St. Rhine. Because of this, there was no third-order monk who appeared, and the accompanying adventure team dared to take on the mission.

People can't run away, and there are many monks hanging behind the line, and the possible Lorenzo family heritage is very attractive to monks who have not yet reached the divine realm. Yes, I am glad that I have to run for nothing, and after finishing my errands, I can rush back to St. Rhine for dinner.

When they arrived in Ash Town, the mission was over, and it had nothing to do with their temporary escorts. If there is a suitable opportunity, it is not impossible to get involved. Seeking wealth and danger, hiding in the mountains of the Gotthard Mountains, who knows where they have gone.

Things were roughly as he expected, except that the trip seemed to be a little too bloody. In the dim light that was about to set, the screams echoed with the weak cicadas, and people got goosebumps when they heard it.

"Old Butler Haibo, we..."

As a former nobleman, Mosier, who was not very old, had been the safest (?) in the neighborhood before. The city of St. Rhine, where has he seen this battle, and the two trembles.

"Young Master, it's okay, the adventurer will protect us. The town of Mountain Ash is almost here, and when you get there, take a hot bath, rest for the night, and forget about the previous unpleasantness. ”

It seems that in the old butler's heart, the mountain ash town is a symbol of peace and tranquility, and his words are full of hope.

The third-order adventurer who noticed their conversation sneered disdainfully. is too naïve, if you want to be a commoner in the countryside and live an ordinary life, you have to be allowed by the fierce gods and evil spirits behind.

Their ranks were peaceful, ignoring the miserable background music.

The outlaws who follow are not so easy to talk to, the destination is at hand, and getting rid of an opponent is one. With this mentality, some people with strange minds made the first move. The personnel were not very dispersed, even if they were habitually careful, which enemy could survive a well-prepared sneak attack, and the first group of monks who did not look blind appeared.

Everyone is in danger, isn't it hurting others and not benefiting themselves now, everyone tacitly warns of the monks near them, especially those who have just been found out of the killer.

What are the pros and cons, those who want to get on the top quickly are inseparable from the word hard work.

Xiucai rebelled, not for eight years! Thinking about a lot over and over again, it's better to make a shot once, at least one less competitor, isn't it. It's not a matter of being vigilant, people who add blood to the knife can survive until now, and their ability to save their lives is still very confident.

The sun is about to go down completely, and the bloodthirsty desires are passed to each other among the murderous guys, and a look at each other has reached a tacit understanding (he has succeeded in making the other party angry).

"It's getting dark, young master, put on your coat, it must be cold later."

The third-order guard captain glanced at the old butler Hai Bo obliquely, and couldn't help but tighten his clothes, always feeling that he had something to say.

The team has stepped into the fork in the road to Mountain Ash Town, and the guys in the dark can no longer be silent, and in front of them is Mountain Ash Town, a resting place for many adventurers. Letting them into the town not only makes it impossible to do anything, but also has countless powerful competitors.

Tonight's night was surprisingly dark, and the darkness actually obscured the monk's gaze, and also made the Young Master Moxier, a first-order weak chicken, unable to distinguish the situation. What he didn't know was that the sick and frail old butler Hai Bo turned into a terrifying killer, harvesting fresh lives in the frightened eyes of the killed.

"Young master, the captain of the guard, after their palace, hurry up and urge the bigfoot deer to shake off the pursuers. We can't go to the mountain ash town, it's like a dragon and a tiger, and there are many adventurers who want our lives. Enter another fork in the road, turn to the Gotthard Mountain, and temporarily aggrieved the young master to hide in the mountains for a while. ”

Panicked, Mosier instinctively followed the words of the most trusted old butler of Haibo, just as he could see the road to the Gotthard Mountains. At this time, he was not allowed to think too much, thinking that there was no endless road, and he drove the bigfoot deer to run forward.

"Who the hell are you?"

The third-order guard captain asked in horror, he wanted to die even if he died.

Time goes back to yesterday just after night, when the old housekeeper Hai Bo killed him.

Panicked, Mosil didn't know where he got the courage to abandon the carriage and ride alone on a bigfoot horse into the Gotthard Mountains, where monsters and wicked people were everywhere.

With a sense of confusion and the joy of escaping death, Mosier 'rode his horse and galloped'. Escaping from the mortal situation, it is inevitable that there is a little pride, and it is quite a bit of a spring breeze and a horse's hoof.

However, reality will not accommodate people, and there will be no mercy when it is time to give a slap. For some reason, the crotch horse suddenly fell to his knees, threw Mosil on the horse more than ten meters away, and fell on the tree. With an angry expression, he rubbed his waist and approached, and before Mosil could find trouble with the bigfoot horse, he saw that the god horse who had escaped from the killing with him was trembling at the moment.

Confused, a flash of lightning appeared in Mosier's head, remembering what he had learned about going out on adventures.

"It's not good, there's a powerful monster nearby!"

Mosil exclaimed in his heart, and was so frightened that he lost his horse like a big-footed horse.

Ignoring the pain in his lower back, he was eager to use his hands and feet at the same time, racing against time to get away from the best carnivorous bigfoot and jump into the bushes next to him. Of course, he had the strength to keep running, but the adventure knowledge he had learned told him that it was safest to stay still at the moment.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no terrible beast harvesting its prey, and Mosil was glad. Lying on his stomach in the bushes, Mosil continued to think back to what he had learned years ago, and he thought that he had just been unlucky enough to walk into the territory of some high-ranking demonic beast, and was not targeted by a fierce beast.

"Young Master, what are you doing lying here?"

Mosil, who had just recovered from his recovery, was startled by the sudden sound behind him, and almost didn't roll his eyes.

"Hypo old butler?" Mosil asked stupidly.

"Who am I if I'm not? Young master, the pursuers are in hot pursuit, and we must get rid of them as soon as possible when we get to a safe place before resting. ”

I didn't know that the people who pursued and killed them had been wiped out by the kind old butler Haibo, and the pursuers in the old butler's mouth were someone else.

After several years of wilderness travel, the master and servant finally bypassed the Gotthard Mountain, and no longer had to endure hardships between the deep mountains and old forests and cliffs. The old butler of Hai Bo has plenty of food in his storage magic weapon, and Mosil often unknowingly (carried by Hai Bo) crosses thousands of miles, and his so-called hard work is very different from normal detours.

Changing into the clothes prepared by the old housekeeper of Haibo, the master and servant disguised themselves as grandchildren and stepped into the first city in a few years.

The prepared dry food is easy-to-carry and mainly used to supplement consumption, and the taste is unsatisfactory. After eating it for nearly three years, I was disgusted with eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas for three years in a row, not to mention the already unpalatable dry food.

"The sea .. Grandpa, where are we going? ”

After eating and drinking, Mosier finally remembered to ask about his future plans.

"Good grandson, the revitalization of the family depends on strength, and the strong can enjoy the emperor-like treatment wherever they are. Have you heard the legend of the Wanjie Mall, grandpa will take you to see it. You are also a big man, and the delayed spiritual plan must be put back on the agenda. ”

The closer the two of them got to the area where the city was located, the more the monks they met discussed wealth and the more they felt that they were shy. Needless to say, Mosil's poor jingle sounded. Faced with the increasingly frequent flaunting of wealth, Hai Bo couldn't help but estimate his net worth, and it turned out that he was just a poor man.

Hiding the pride of not being discovered for many years, carefully plotting to bring down the pride of the Lorenzo family, and successfully abducting the satisfaction of the descendants of the bloodline of the goddess Rhine, Hai Bo thinks of himself as a successful hero. Yet, in the fallen Northland, proud accomplishments seem to be worthless. The monks who came and went here all got into the eyes of money, comparing their net worth, talking about their plans to make a fortune, and no one cared about the focus in the past.

Noticing the worried look of his grandson who came to him, Hai Bo was embarrassed, and taking out his hidden family background was not enough to puff up his chest in front of his peers.

Hai Bo plans to do his old job to earn some pocket money, otherwise, he can only be a poor spectator when he goes to Unbounded City empty-handed. The next city must start moving, and if it goes any further, if it attracts the attention of the Wanjie Mall, it will definitely hit the streets.

Hai Bo, a wise man who prides himself on planning and making a move, is short of money but is not in a hurry to do it like ordinary murderers, and the period between the current city and the next city is the time for him to inspect the robbery environment. Before that, you must fool the stupid grandson first, he still has a lot of use, and it is related to Haibo's series of schemes.

The poor clanging old butler suddenly became a rich man, an unattainable powerhouse, and even the stupid Mosil could sense that something was wrong.

On a star-studded night, Mosil, who was so excited that he couldn't sleep, listened to his current grandfather (the old butler) boast about how wise and far-sighted his own grandfather was.

"Thinking back then, Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like divine help. From a second-rate family, it has crossed the first-class and directly ranked among the thirteen major families of St. Rhine, and is known as a generation of legends. Unexpectedly, success or failure is determined, after the unknown family's hole cards are consumed, the original forces counterattacked, and the powerful Lorenzo family was destroyed in just a few years. ”

"Alas, if the magic of the Lorenzo family hadn't disappeared, why would it be where it is today. Even if you can't keep the property of St. Rhine, it is not difficult to copy the path of the family elders and rise again. ”