Green glanced at Varda again, as if he was worried that the other party would snatch it directly from the merchants, so he grabbed a handful of silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the other party.

"Find me a mercenary group for the rest of the money."

"This—" Varda hesitated, but took the money anyway.

Green quietly watched as the other party walked towards his knight, Varda said a few words to him, and when he saw the other party nod with a serious face, he trotted away.

Varda then thought about it and decided to try his luck at the Red Rose Bar.

……

Red Rose Bar, most of the people who come here to vent are mercenaries who have just completed their mercenary tasks, and the rest are those noble lords who come to have fun and have a little spare money in their hands.

The so-called aristocracy, as long as you use a little money and identity proof, you can leverage the local government.

Before it is approved, of course, you have to make up your own proof of assets.

Leiden is one such example.

At this time, he was sitting at a table and chair not far from the bar with a full body and heavy makeup, drinking strong wine while bragging to the girl in his arms about his adventure of leading the mercenaries into the world.

His subordinates sat boredly on the table and chair next to them, knocking melon seeds, eating fruits and vegetables, and drinking wine and drinks.

Val stopped when he reached the door of the Red Rose Bar, straightened his clothes, and then walked in calmly.

"Gentlemen, be quiet, there is a noble lord who wants to hire you to escort him to the Cave of Treants, who is willing to take the task?"

Varda glanced around the tavern a few times, and saw that there were not many people coming today, so he stopped after a few loud drinks.

"No, the Cave of Dryads is too dangerous, I haven't lived enough, I don't want to die..."

As Varda's words fell, the noisy Red Rose Bar fell eerily silent, and then, almost at the same time, the mercenaries began to complain as if they had made an appointment.

"Okay, let me reveal some news, this noble lord is a wizard, and there are so many silver coins to avenge it, which is enough for you to be chic for a while."

Varda said, lifting the heavy money bag in his hand and opening it in the direction of everyone.

"I, Melba, am willing to serve the great nobleman!"

A bald man reacted immediately and stood up directly from the corner chair.

"Come on, with your triangular cat skills, how can you serve a good picky noble lord?"

Layton silently pushed away the girl in his arms and glanced at the other party disdainfully.

"What do you say? Leiden, do you want to fight? ”

"Heh, Melba, you're just a little stronger."

"But it takes not only strength but also wisdom to get through this dangerous area."

"You also need a group of reliable buddies, not another rock."

Layton shook the red wine glass in his hand as if he was pointing a finger, and after drinking the amber liquid in the glass, he glanced at the scarred man sitting next to him with a fierce face.

"Varda, I took this commission, may I ask, what is the name of this nobleman?"

Varda silently glanced at him and his subordinates, and threw the money bag in his hand towards the other party, only to hear a "snap", and after Layton took it, he said.

"Offitor, Danson Thor's second son."

"Oh my God, it's him!"

When the mercenaries in the tavern heard this, their eyes widened one by one, and they couldn't help but stand up.

For other reasons, the Lord Earl is so famous here, and unlike the benevolence of the people, the mercenaries present know another face of the other party.

"Executioner, butcher." Completing the other party's task can get a large reward, but if you fail, you will face a more painful punishment than death.

Because what Mr. Danson Thor hated most in his life was the word failure, and he also hated those who deceived him perfunctorily even though they were incompetent.

And now, his son Ofitor has given the commission, then, if the mission fails...

Thinking of this, Layton looked desperate.

Originally, he was going to take this reward, play a trick outside the city, leave the nobles, and sneak away with his subordinates, but now...

It's too late to say anything...

"Hahaha, Layton, your good days are over."

Melba spat at him and sneered.

"You don't have to worry about it."

Leiden, who was originally going to share part of the money to come out and cooperate with him, had no choice but to think about this idea after hearing this.

Turning his head to look at his listless subordinates, he snorted.

"Get up and work, haven't we always wanted to be a legend in people's mouths? Guys, isn't this a good opportunity? What's more, this nobleman is a wizard. ”

"Maybe it's not that bad."

In the end, Layton was a little unsure, and was ready to meet the noble lord first, Mr. Ophitor.

After seeing Varda and Layton and his men leave, the remaining mercenaries in the tavern were not interested, and they signaled to each other with their eyes that they planned to join in the fun.

The person in charge of the Red Rose Bar secretly wrote a letter at the address of the City Lord's Mansion Danson Tol's house.

That's right, this is not only a place for mercenaries to consume, but also a place for Danson Thor to collect important information, he is stuck in the core like a nail, so that Danson can know the surrounding information in time.

The tavern keeper quickly wrote with a quill, concise and concise text, tied it to the captive carrier pigeon, and in order to prevent accidents, at the same time released a large number of carrier pigeons to confuse the public, and the real one tied the letter with a red thread.

Only informants understand these differences.

……

Standing on the street, Green waited silently for a few minutes, and when he saw Varda coming with a group of people, he took a few looks.

I found that there were no magic fluctuations on these people, and I was quietly a little regretful.

When Layton walked up to him, Green glanced at him, the bulging muscles under the gray leather armor, the air-dried sallow skin, and the shrewdness that flashed in his eyes, Green felt that he was not looking for the wrong person.

Leiton, on the other hand, was visibly surprised by Mr. Offitol, who looked like a recently weaned child.

Of course, when he saw the other party's calm and thoughtful eyes, he instantly had a different view.

"I, the Scorpion Mercenary Regiment, would like to serve the great Mr. Ofitol."

With that, Layton knelt down on one knee toward Green.

Green didn't speak, but looked at several of his men.

"It's okay." He said it coldly, regardless of whether the other party understood it or not.

"The map prepared for me, is the good horse coming?"

Green asked, turning to Varda.

"Ahem, here it comes."

Varda looked embarrassedly at the man running in the distance, only to see the other party running in his direction with a map on his back and a reins in his hand.

Before he could catch his breath and rest, the rope was snatched by Varda, who was standing aside.

"You deserve it."

Green took out a silver coin from his money bag and threw it at the other party, ignoring the other party's face full of joy and kneeling in gratitude, and asked directly at Layton behind him.

"Do you have horses?"

"Yes, of course."

Leiden glanced at the beautiful jujube red horse, flashed a hint of envy, and quickly nodded.

"Hmm," said Green, turning over to his horse, calming the young man with a look of fear.

After touching the mane on its back, whispering a few words of comfort, he rode it out of town.

At first, Green was a little unfamiliar, but then he got faster.

After Leiden behind him reacted, he hurriedly signaled his subordinates to hurry up.

They trotted to their own stable, and Layton said a few important things to the old butler, and rode on a black horse in the direction where Green had disappeared.

When Green came to the dense forest, the air began to emit a foul smell, and the ugly warning sound of crows was heard in his ears, and gradually, not far away, a white mist shrouded him.

Glancing back at Layton as he was speeding towards him, Green pulled out the map and found his location, presuming that at his current speed, he should be able to get through it before dark and reach the Dryad's Cave.

"Slow down, Lord Aoife, I've heard that there are often scavengers here."

Layton came to him at some point and whispered a warning.

"Scavengers? Is it strong? ”

Green raised his eyebrows, and immediately became interested.

After losing the Demon Pet, he urgently needs to have a new pet to protect him when he is cultivating, and he can play a role in the battle.

Only reality is destined to disappoint him...

"Oh my God, it's them, three scavengers, it's over, am my Lord Layton going to die here?"

When the horses feel uneasy, they start to get agitated.

Aoife glanced at the ugly-looking scavengers with a look of longing for flesh.

Directly urging mental interference, I saw that in the invisible sound waves, they covered their ears, and their whole bodies began to overflow with blood, and finally they couldn't control the flesh and blood and flew around and exploded.

Layton looked at Green in surprise, completely unaware that this noble lord's magic level was so high.

When the wizards he met encountered these monsters, they could be scrambling for a long time to solve them.

"Let's keep going." Green shook his head in disappointment, he didn't want to delay a second on useless garbage like this.

"Oh, oh."

Layton, who originally wanted to come down to pan for gold, had to dismiss his thoughts and continue to follow.

Soon, they came to a fruit grove with trees covered in vines.

Green, feeling the malicious gaze, took control of the horse and slowed down.

The bloodthirsty cat demons with blood-red eyes and brown and yellow bodies roared fiercely.

Sharp claws ran towards Green.

Green didn't hesitate this time, hid behind everyone, first dragged some of the mutant cat demons with mental interference, and then used skills to ignite them and incinerate them to ashes, and before the cat demons who were close enough to raise their claws, they were made up by him with a "sleeping technique" and fell into a deep sleep.

Unlike the hard battles in the Hell Tower, the monsters in reality seem to be easy to deal with.

After solving the cat demon that was difficult to see in Layton's mouth, he thought to himself.

Touching the other party's somewhat hard flesh and looking at them carefully, in order to prevent them from waking up and rioting, Green decided to have Zero put on mechanical chips for them, of course, not as thugs for fighting, but for research.

After all, he still knew too little about these monsters.

After seeing the hideous-looking mutant cat demon dissipate in front of him, the eyes of the others in Leiden who looked at Aoye were even more in awe.

In this way, the crowd came to the cave of the tree spirits mentioned on the map without danger.