By the time John and the first adventurers arrived at the location that Sacola had said, the undead he had spoken of had invaded the town.

To prevent the laundry from getting soaked, John used barrier magic to stop the rain from penetrating.

In his field of vision, several agile humans roaming the vicinity were red-eyed and like mad animals, rushing towards them at an alarming speed, with their mouths wide open.

But he was blocked by the adventurer at the front, because he was still human, many people did not dare to use weapons to solve it, and only used the weapons in their hands to open him.

Everyone was puzzled, didn't they say good about the undead?

In the perception of ordinary people, most of the undead act as human corpses with severely corroded bodies, and the slowing movement speed and slow attack speed of low-level undead are correct in this way.

The object in front of him is so flexible and aggressive, it is a bit difficult to say that it is an undead.

is the type that has not been seen, John as an expert came to such a conclusion.

It's not right to say it's human, it's not right to say it's an undead, this human gives John a very complicated feeling, and his body is full of a mixture of humans and undead, and some kind of unknown aura.

"Ahh

Suddenly, someone screamed, drawing John's attention.

A person was bitten off a bite of flesh from his arm by a mad human without noticing, and while scolding, he was angry and cut off the head of the mad human with the sword in his hand.

Blood gushed out, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

Clutching the bleeding wound from his bite, the man fell to his knees, the pain in his arm that made him grin and break out in a cold sweat.

The washed rain left blood on the ground.

There are more and more crazy humans, I don't know where they came from, and their first batch of adventurers is only a dozen people, and it is very difficult to face opponents who are twice as many as themselves, and they have to be careful not to hurt these humans.

In a short period of time, casualties have appeared, and some people were accidentally seized by the mad humans, pounced on their bodies and bit their throats, blood gushed out, and fell to the ground with desperate eyes.

The situation in front of them has taken care of these mad humans, and the dead have sounded the alarm for them, and in order to survive, they use their own means to inflict substantial damage on the mad humans in front of them, until they can no longer fight.

To put it simply, it is to kill.

John wasn't idle, as the mad humans who came close to him were imprisoned by his vine magic, and the thick vines that emerged from the ground tied them up into chrysalis.

He wanted to study the reasons why these humans went berserk.

After all, it is an adventurer who has experienced life and death, and it is still vulnerable compared to ordinary humans who can only go crazy.

In a short time, the mad humans were dealt with by them.

By the time the second group of reinforcements arrived, the battle was over.

Return to the hostel.

"I'm telling you, not to mention how dangerous it was......"

The first people who had experienced the battle told the scene to others who did not attend, the wounded were bandaging their wounds, and the dead rookie adventurers were placed on the stretcher with a white cloth on the side, and the hall was in a delicate atmosphere of tension and relaxation.

Adventurers are a dangerous profession, if you are not careful, you may become a corpse, not all of them are peerless geniuses, they are just a group of people who have not even stepped into the silver realm of the limit of human beings, death is a normal thing, probably, they will live in this town for the rest of their lives.

The outside world is actually very dangerous.

John sat in his place, silently eating his breakfast, none of which had anything to do with him.

"Magician!"

When the narrator uttered the word, all eyes were on John, who was quietly eating breakfast.

John also stopped eating, looked at them, looked at their envious, jealous and hateful eyes, and sighed helplessly.

Magicians and mages are scarce professions at any time, and after hundreds of years, they are still the same as thousands of years, without any progress and change, and talent has never been indispensable.

In other words, becoming a magician can turn your life upside down.

The mad humans he had previously captured with the Fujiman technique were a symbol of a magician, and it was only fitting that he would attract attention in such a rural place where there was no magician.

But fortunately, such an identity avoids their excessive enthusiasm, which John can't ask for.

After breakfast, John went to the room where the mad humans were being held.

Because this small town has no facilities similar to prisons, and the mad humans are too dangerous for ordinary people to control, the hotel where the adventurers live has become a place of detention.

Looking at the bundles of human beings on the ground that looked like silkworm chrysalis, a total of three were caught, and the rest were killed.

According to their statistics, these humans are not residents of the town, and seem to have come from outside.

Whether it doesn't matter to John or not, what matters is why humans go crazy, and he researched this question.

In order to prevent the rest of the people from breaking in under special circumstances, he deliberately applied a layer of magic to block out sound, no matter how loud the movement is, no one can hear it.

Using one of them as an experimental subject, taking a drop of blood from the body, covering it through perception, it is no different from ordinary humans, it is not other creatures disguised as humans, and there are no traces of any curses on the body, and the weapon blessed by the holy light is used for experiments, and it is impossible to cause special damage to itself, so it can be inferred that the human in front of him is not an undead.

As for the cause of the madness, whether it was an illness or some unknown curse, John was not yet clear, and there were still too few clues.

"Don't you know why?"

Shirley didn't know when she appeared, she said as she stood behind John.

John was very calm, shook his head, and said, "No, there are too few clues that can be used, if you can know the source, you may be able to make bold assumptions." ”

Shirley suggested, "In that case, why not look for the source?" ”

John sighed, turned around and said, "We don't have time to waste here now, just leave this kind of thing to the Holy See." ”

"It just so happens that I want to find you too."

John took out a copy of the map from the void, which he had marked with a red pen.

With it in her hand, Shirley asked, "What do you want me to do?" ”

"Help." A simple sentence.

Looking at her puzzled eyes, John explained: "I want to set up a new army of the undead, corpses are necessary, I hope you can help me kill all the thieves specially marked with red circles on the map, the corpses are as complete as possible, please bring them back too." ”

Shirley was very unhappy and said, "Hey, why do I have to do such a thing?" ”

"Don't be hypocritical, you'll die if you help? It's not difficult for you at all, is it? ”

After hesitating for a while, she agreed: "......... Okay, but going out on a rainy day would be inconvenient for me as a girl."

John served: "Okay, okay, I'll give you the umbrella, right?" ”