As dusk faded by, the atmosphere in Parr seemed quieter than usual.

The size of the town is small, and there is basically any important news that will be passed on to the mouths of the people within a few hours. By the time it was time for dinner, everything that had happened this afternoon had spread through the streets.

Of the noisy words in the tavern, the scouts who were ridiculed by them were the ones who felt the most - who could have imagined... A group of "minions" who have been training hard all day in their eyes have such a strong strength?

There were also many people who were secretly trembling in the corner, because they had laughed at these scouts to their faces, and they were all worried about whether the other party would swing the long sword at their heads...

There were a number of casualties in the afternoon battle, but no one died, so the atmosphere in the tavern was relaxed, and while people were speculating about the identity of the enemy, another topic of conversation was about the "Templars".

By now, "Templar" has become associated with the word "look", and has become a term used in liquor stores to mock and ridicule each other.

And these "masters" who used to always appear in the tavern, but today it is not surprising that they seem to have disappeared en masse, and none of them have appeared.

"Those scouts have already put their ranks in order, and if we were to charge on horseback, it would definitely not be worse than them!"

"We were completely caught off guard, no one expected this kind of thing!"

In the temple guards' quarters, the unyielding words represented their resentment at the moment.

They had heard the chatter in the tavern, and the "disdain" for the temple guards and the "admiration" for the scouts was in stark contrast to before, and some even shouted that they were blind before, and even thought that this group of temple guards was the guardian of the village...

In short, there are a lot of unpleasant words, and it is no wonder that these temple guards can be happy that the former staunch supporters have collectively turned black at this time.

But after this happened, there was really no reason: where did the civilians understand the power of the puppet? They will only look at the result, not the process - who killed the puppet, who was driven by the puppet, this is a fact that cannot be denied.

"The Overseer and the Bishop didn't send us here to be humiliated, I'm going to find Roddy..."

There was a young fellow who threw his gloves on the ground in anger and got up to walk out of the house, but he was soon grabbed by the shoulders of an older knight and pressed back firmly—

"What have you forgotten?"

"Humiliated, who insulted us? No! No one has ever insulted us, you know?"

"Those scouts... We laugh at them running around like monkeys every day, but what about when we actually charge? Do you dare to say that we are better than the scouts? You are confident that you can be stronger than them?"

The thirty-two-year-old knight had participated in several large-scale battles, and he was the oldest in the ranks, so he spoke the most weight.

In the afternoon, he was wounded by the puppet and fell to the side of the road, and he witnessed the group of scouts charging and killing the puppet with their guns in their hands, and he was extremely impressed by the murderous aura that came to his face.

Compared to them, the strength of these Templars who were arrogant all day long was not at the same level at all... These scouts are not "knights" who need to be bound by faith, they are more like "weapons", they don't need to think, they just need to carry out the order to kill.

Only those who have fought on the battlefield know the horror of this existence - those guys are real war machines, the purest battlefield butchers!

The young knight couldn't comprehend the disparity, and still said indignantly, "Then what are we going to do? Just watch them press themselves down? I-"

"Hold it down? Think about it yourself, they really want to press us, do you have to wait for today?"

This sentence left the young knight speechless... In fact, with a little brain, you can understand that these scouts simply ignore them, and never regard them as a goal to be surpassed!

Listening to his words, several veteran knights bowed their heads slightly, and the young knight who was held down looked around, and found that there was no one to answer him, so he finally had to sit back depressed...

"Waiting for Lord Roddy's orders, this is the only thing we have to do. ”

As soon as the knight's voice fell, the door of the house was pushed open, and a faint voice sounded with the footsteps entering: "That's right. ”

A room of temple guards collectively looked over and saw that the person who had come was none other than their titular "master", Roddy.

By this time it was completely dark, and the candlelight in the room was flickering, and when it was reflected on Roddy, the soldiers noticed the bandages wrapped around his shoulders and arms.

Immediately, they also remembered Roddy's terrifying combat power in this battle, and the screams of the gargoyle struggling to be killed still seemed to echo in their ears, making the atmosphere in the entire house suddenly quiet.

A second later, the room was filled with the noise of everyone standing up to salute—Roddy stood quietly, his eyes calmly looking at the soldiers, his expression cold and serious.

"Battle Order: All members of the crew will depart at midnight and arrive outside Kig before dawn to stand by. ”

"Yes!"

The knights looked at each other in disbelief, but they were too shocked by Roddy's performance today to ask questions - Roddy was not interested in explaining anything, because in his eyes, professional soldiers only needed to "obey" enough, and there was no need for superfluity.

Roddy didn't want to let these forces that he didn't fully control go together, but now the situation has reached the most critical juncture, and he has to use all the power he can muster!

After the order was given, he looked at the young men who were still angry, and added as he left: "Strength can only be shown on the battlefield, if you want to prove that you are stronger than the scout team, show me." ”

"Yes!"

The Templars were still wondering why they were in such a hurry, but after listening to Roddy's words, they no longer thought about these issues, and they were full of fighting spirit, eager to rush to the battlefield at this time and cut off the enemy's head to prove themselves.

It was now six hours before midnight, and eleven hours before the scheduled arrival in Kig.

Roddy stopped talking nonsense and turned to leave.

At this time, the aftermath of the battlefield has been roughly dealt with, and his gain is not small: the words [Resist Ansardine's Retaliation (Completed)" appear on the task bar, because the enemies are all cross-level existences, and the experience points are very large, but to say that the biggest gain is the "corpse" of those puppets.

Antuhao is worthy of his reputation, even in 588, when his strength was not strong, his hand was still very large.

The "summoning materials" of these iron golems are all high-grade goods, in addition to the extremely high-quality refined iron ore, there are also ten pieces of "Thur Silver" and six or seven kinds of gems, any of which are precious materials priced in gold coins.

In other words... Killing these puppets is tantamount to making Roddy a windfall in disguise, and it is worth a lot of money!

However, Roddy had no interest in dividing the spoils on the spot or considering their use, and after settling in and arranging all the relevant matters, he was finally able to return to his room and rest for a few hours.

And the first thing he did when he entered the door was to check the snapping turtle he named "Nokia" -

"The name is really right, you are really hard enough..."

Opening the [Pet Information Bar], Luo Di only had time to take a look at Nokia's attributes, but this look was rather disappointing - because not long after hatching, Nokia's grade display was not a number, but the three big words "juvenile".

Glancing at the time shown below, the words "84 days remaining" made Roddy frown slightly, it seems that if he wants to upgrade Nokia and have combat effectiveness, I'm afraid he will have to wait for three months to do it...

However, looking at Nokia, which is now no bigger than a palm, Luo Di also understands that this is no way, if the other party has combat power now, then he will really feel "unscientific".

The temperature was cold, and even though the fireplace was warm, Nokia was still drowsy and ready to hibernate. Roddy put it in the basket, clicked on his attribute bar and looked at it, confirming that his blood volume had recovered to 94%, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Akasha and Nata had already gone back to the specially arranged room for Sodrore, and Roddy had talked to them separately before, and Roddy had always had a headache about the arrangement of the two. But thinking of the next plan, he still chose to give up thinking about these questions-

Let's talk about it if we survive.

Roddy sighed, and then fell asleep... He knew he needed plenty of rest to ease his exertion, as he was up against two of the toughest opponents he could face ever.

Roddy's sheer sanity allowed him to completely ignore the daytime fight, thus closing his eyes and falling asleep. But after all, not everyone is so "lacking in heart", and after the battle, Nata obviously can't rest immediately.

She was sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace, her bow still in her hand.

The soft orange glow reflected Nata's delicate countenance, as she changed out of the dirty equipment she had worn during the day and into a clean nightgown that Roddy had been sent to her.

On the bed in the bedroom was a new set of leather armor, including a white linen shirt, a brown armor, and matching leather bracers, a corset, a cape, and so on—but looking at those pieces of equipment, Nata's mood was extremely conflicted.

Half an hour ago, Roddy briefly explained to her the identities of these enemies today, but Nata didn't care about the "necromancer", and only one question was: "When are you going back to help Elsa Village?"

"First of all, I'm going to survive the rest of the fight. ”

That's Roddy's answer.

Nata has strange feelings about Roddy - she wants to surpass each other, which is the goal of her heart's deepest desire, but many times, she always feels that she and Roddy are not in the same world at all... Roddy was busy dealing with the troubles of his "level", and he didn't seem to be very concerned about his "teaching" and "assistance" to Elsa's village.

It's a barrier, whether it's because of race, or because of the locked heart, Nata has a sense of exclusion.

Now that Roddy is leaving, he's going to fight desperately with those enemies, and he has a reason to go.

But what about yourself?

"If you come with me, maybe your archery skills can be improved more than a notch. ”

"But if Elsa Village thinks about it, then wait here. If anything happens to me, someone will follow you back to the village and fulfill my promise. ”

Nata's mind reverberates with Roddy's slightly indifferent statement, between "selfish" and "selfless", and the innocent Nata has a hard time doing this.