"Wheat bread is indeed mellow and delicious." Punk sits at an old, long dining table, using a knife to cut the wheat bread on his plate into almost exactly equal cubes.

"Your Excellency's habit of eating is really good." The baron gently lowered the fork in his hand, and the iron fork touched the plate without making a sound.

For this kind of "official" conversation between the two, Kane next to him was obviously very impatient, although he didn't dance and talk nonsense because of his father's majesty, but the movements of his hands did not hide the anxiety in his heart.

Punk saw Kane cutting the bread on his plate into crumbs with almost residual hand speed, and couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Are you really your own father and son, this character is too bad"! However, Punk also carefully found that although Kane cut the bread quickly and ruthlessly, he surprisingly did not touch the bottom of the plate, and there was almost no sound in the whole process.

"I'm going to see this father and son singing a play."

Punk quietly used a secondary toxicity test before putting the hard bread cut into cubes in his mouth, only a cautious mage could live long, Punk was always cautious, but he noticed a slight pause in Kane, who was concentrating on making breadcrumbs. Apparently Kane found himself in a "small move".

The punk chewed the bread in his mouth very calmly, and a smell of wheat mixed with earthy aromas spread in his mouth, although the taste of the bread was still hard, but the fine particles were like massaging the tongue, with the glutinous wheat milk that melted in the mouth...... Punk had to admit that a large part of his appreciation for the bread was not polite.

Since the bread was so delicious, Punk simply ignored Kane, who had stopped making bread crumbs, and the straight baron, who was still sitting, he cut another piece of bread and put it in his mouth, and then tasted it intently.

Time passed, and there was an eerie silence at the table, the punk slowly finished his share of bread with the standard aristocratic dining etiquette, and Kane was bored with carving the remaining half of the bread into a lifelike squirrel.

The baron waited meticulously until the punk had eaten all his share of bread, and then said in a hurry, "Your Excellency the Mage wants to go to the city of Conola, which is the closest city to here, but still has to pass through a large wasteland!"

"Yes, I heard that the food is quite famous, and I wanted to go and enjoy it, but I didn't expect to taste the delicious bread here, and I am already looking forward to it more and more in the city of Conola." Punk said with a faint smile.

"Indeed, the food in the city of Conola is delicious and characterful, I visited it once in my childhood and I still miss it." With a look of nostalgia, the baron gently rubbed the corner of the table with his hand.

"Please~, that~ ghost place is rich in sand basket pig leather is good ............". Kane next to him finally couldn't help but complain.

"Staring ............"

"Staring ............"

Under the dark gaze of the Baron and Punk, Kane seemed to want to say something, but in the end he decided to silently bow his head and continue to add details to the squirrel he carved.

“............”

“............”

The scene was very embarrassing for a while............

“............ My eldest son is also going to the city of Konora in the near future, how about he go with Your Excellency?" the baron, who had been silent for a while, said a little abruptly!

Punk couldn't help frowning when he heard this, the baron's words were really quite abrupt, now he and Kane didn't know each other, and even now he was still three points hostile and seven points wary of this seemingly unobtrusive knight, and the baron seemed to be completely unaware of the request for cooperation, no matter how you look at it, it is very unreasonable.

Kane next to him also stopped carving the squirrel at this time, he looked at his father with a helpless expression, hugged his hand to his chest, and pouted with obvious dissatisfaction, and the gauntlet and chest armor collided with a sonorous sound.

"Maybe Monsieur Baron's power to the protégé...... Not much is understood, but only a piece of ...... Words of the Little Wasteland...... The strength of the apprentice level is still ...... more secure". Punk addressed the baron in as tactful a tone as possible.

"Maybe Mr. Mage's recent situation in the Maud Wasteland...... I don't know much, but I've just heard about some ...... Words of news for the undead...... Contemptible people feel ...... It's better to have a little more protection." The baron said in the same euphemistic tone. "And according to my merchant friend, there is an entire jungle that has been eroded by the breath of the undead, and the woods are full of skeletons walking around, and it is better to think carefully about Mr. Mage, who knows more about the power of professionals."

“...... The undead"?punk didn't pay attention to the baron's slightly mocking tone, he recalled the information about the undead in his intellectual memory.

There are many kinds of undead, most of them hate all the living, and their strength is strong and weak, and their sources are nothing more than three kinds: the first is "made" by professionals by summoning, synthesizing and other means, and the undead strength generated in this way is directly linked to the maker. The second type: born from the plane of the undead, but this kind of undead spirit is difficult to descend to other planes unless there is a special reason, especially the plane of positive energy. The third type: It is generated by the gathering and catalysis of the soul power that carries a lot of negative emotions to catalyze the "nature", and the representative one is the commonly known ghost resentment, but the general power is low, so it just scares ordinary people.

"But...... Even if the baron's merchant friend exaggerated, in fact it was only a grove that had been eroded, and this was definitely something that could only be done by apprentice-level strength!" Punk thought silently.

"According to Lao ~ Zi, no matter what kind of undead he is, we can't afford to provoke him and can't hide, besides~ Besides, Lao Tzu is a bright fighting spirit of cultivation, and those bone frames that are absolutely restrained don't want it!" As he spoke, Kane gathered a little fighting spirit on his nails, and easily carved a small man with a sword on the wooden table.

Ignoring Kane's braggadocio, Punk asks the Baron, "When did your friend tell you about it".

"In terms of time, my friend should have returned to the city of Konora, but he is usually not popular, he has no money and power, he is just a small businessman, even if he goes to report to the church, those clergy who are above the top will probably not believe it." The baron saw that Punk wanted to ask if the group of gods who shouted "purify everything" from the church would get involved, so he reluctantly broke off Punk's idea of picking up cheap.

"Speaking of which, the village in this area is very remote, and on weekdays, my old friend brings a small caravan back and forth a few times from time to time, and this time he actually encounters the undead, but my old friend still has an old problem with great curiosity............ I'm sure I'll put myself in danger......" The baron looked distressed, but this time it didn't look like he was pretending.

Punk pretended not to hear the baron's hint that he "wanted to help save his friend", but in fact, according to him, it seemed to him that whether such a sick fellow was dead or alive had nothing to do with him. And Kane only muttered perfunctorily "I know, I know". Apparently he didn't want to pay attention to the dead businessman.

Punk thought about it seriously, he is not a mage who is inadequate, if he really bumps into a trainee-level powerhouse, it is absolutely dangerous, if there is a fighter who cooperates with his own spellcaster, then once something "accident" happens, at least the chance of escape will be much greater, and there is a target to distract the pursuer.

When he looked up, it happened that Kane was also looking at punk with a far-reaching eye. "Looks like I thought of a piece", Punk thought to himself!

"Then it's a pleasure to work together." In the end, Punk smiled and said to the baron, who had already replied to Furui Mubo's expression, and Kane shrugged his shoulders and said that he had no objections.