The time was about fifteen minutes ago.

The eye man and the others who had just arrived in Locke Town with a few giant wolves were surrounded by a group of town residents, and the mayor of the town led by him was a middle-aged man with a beard, and he was very enthusiastic when he saw a few of them. Although he was slightly stunned when he saw the women in the group, he was a little less suspicious when he swept his eyes over the corpses of the giant wolves, and asked enthusiastically if they were the bounty hunters who had come to help the town exterminate the werewolves.

This question surprised the few people who reached it first for a while, but after the eyed man and the MLM man looked at each other, both of them had the same plan in their hearts. These two people, one is engaged in insurance, the other is engaged in pyramid schemes, they are both like people, and as soon as the other party speaks, they grasp a little information that is useful to them.

Space assigned them the task of killing werewolves, although it is not known if the bounty hunter that the mayor asked about was the identity that Space had arranged for him. But it was obvious to both of them that if they claimed to be the bounty hunters of these populations, they would undoubtedly be able to tap into the power of the town.

Even the MLM man swept his eyes, and even thought about the follow-up arrangements and explanations.

In case there are genuine bounty hunters coming over later, they don't have to worry about being mistaken for impersonation, because this is a place where information circulation is blocked, even if a genuine bounty hunter comes behind, they can lie that they have also received the task of helping them hunt werewolves, and even in order to show their righteousness, they can also tell these townspeople in front of them that they don't need their remuneration at all!

It's completely free and voluntary to help them.

At that time, the problem of impersonation was not only solved. It can even highlight their noble character!

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If it weren't for Zhao Futu staying behind, the MLM man's plan could really be said to be impeccable. It's just that what they definitely didn't expect was that just as they were surrounded by the townspeople and walked into the mayor's mansion, Zhao Futu and those genuine bounty hunters also came here. Not only that, but I also happened to see the scene of them pretending to be these people!

"Head? What to do? An emaciated-faced warrior walked up to Kane's side and asked.

There are still people pretending to be them, and to be honest, this is the first time they have encountered such a thing. After the initial annoyance, a playful smile appeared on Kane's face, and he smiled at Zhao Futu and mocked, "These companions of yours are really interesting. ”

"Actually, I don't know them well." Zhao Futu also smiled and didn't explain much.

If Zhao Futu was really familiar with the glasses man and the others, they would not abandon Zhao Futu in the wilderness and leave first.

Kane thought about it in his heart, and naturally understood this.

He stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Futu's shoulder, the expression on his face suddenly became much kinder, and said, "It's not early." Ignore them today, go to the town and find a hotel to settle down, and talk about it tomorrow! ”

It's late afternoon.

In the context of this era, almost most people rest early, and those who can afford to light oil lamps must be large families.

The inn is located in the southeast of the town, and there is usually a hotel in a town of decent size, and it is used as a place for the townspeople to drink and have fun, and it also provides accommodation when merchants come and go. In such an era, non-urban local hotels and taverns were not separated. When the group entered the hotel, they saw a drunken man, with a distinctly European face, a lush beard, a large nose, and deep eye sockets.

"Wine! Give me wine! In the corner of the hotel, the middle-aged man with a large physique was completely drunk.

His table was in a mess, and with the alcohol content of this era, he should have drunk a lot if he wanted to drink like this. This man's body is quite burly, the calluses on his palms are very thick, mainly concentrated in the center of his fingers, there are burn marks on the back of his hands, his upper body is quite strong, especially his arms are very thick, Zhao Futu just glanced at it, and said softly: "It's a blacksmith!" ”

"Oh? How do you know? After entering the door, Kane was stunned and asked.

The middle-aged man looked just a little stronger, and didn't seem to have any features to suggest that he was a blacksmith.

Zhao Futu naturally had the intention to show himself, so he opened his mouth to explain: "Look at his hands, the calluses are concentrated in the palms of his hands, either holding the sword for a long time, or holding other things for a long time, such as a hammer. There was a little burn on the back of his hand, and his arm was thick and strong, which should have been exercised by long-term ironing. The vast majority of warriors will maintain a certain proportional proportions even if they are physically strong, while striking iron only uses waist strength and arm strength, so his upper body is very muscular. ”

Blacksmithing, in this era, can be said to be a high-paying profession, belonging to the high-income class among blue-collar workers.

There is another point that Zhao Futu did not say, that is, with the price of alcohol in this era, the person who can drink so drunk must be a person with considerable wealth.

"Hehe, interesting." Hearing this, Kane took a closer look, and immediately found that what Zhao Futu said was true, this person was the blacksmith in the town.

He beckoned someone to lead the horse to the backyard, and then sat down, frowning, "What about people?" ”

"I guess I went to the mayor's side." Murphy coughed lightly and said slowly.

I just went to greet so many people, and the people at this hotel probably went to join in the fun. It's already evening, and the people in the town must also treat the glasses man and others.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper returned a moment later.

He was overjoyed when he saw that there were so many strangers in the shop at once, but then he noticed that they were all carrying swords, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face, and he came to greet him politely. In medieval Europe, the land was sparsely populated, the population density was very small, and the town of Locke was quite remote, so Kane and the others had been on the road for three or four days, and after ordering the store to prepare some wine, food, and hot water, they were ready to rest.

After dinner, Zhao Futu didn't feel sleepy.

He got up and went into the lobby, where the drunken blacksmith was still there, and there was a jug of wine on the table, and the shopkeeper was greeting him in the back, and he didn't mean to come and take care of him.

"You're here!" The door of the hotel was pushed open, and the man with glasses walked in with the MLM man.

Although Zhao Futu was a little behind them in burying the body, if he had come quickly, he would have arrived in the town today. The town isn't that big, and if you don't go to the mayor's mansion to look for them, you'll have to stay in a hotel or something. The two of them are still quite hot about Zhao Futu's combat effectiveness, and he is the only one in the group who has reconnaissance ability, and there are still many places where he is needed.

That's why the two of them came to look for him together.

"We've just been given a new mission to help the people of this town get rid of those werewolves." The man with glasses looked at Zhao Futu and spoke.

"The two missions are not in conflict, this mission can be done together with the main quest!"

Zhao Futu nodded, but didn't mean to say more, but said, "I'll stay here today." I'll talk about that tomorrow. ”

His attitude was slightly cold, as if it was because the previous few people had left him first.

The man with glasses couldn't help but show a trace of embarrassment when he saw this, in fact, after leaving, he also understood that staying to bury the bodies of those two people might not be in any danger. It's just that he was affected by the idea of the MLM man at that time, and he lost an opportunity to befriend Zhao Futu in vain.

Promoting an industry like insurance will welcome all directions with a smiling face, and the glasses man, as a veteran of this industry, is naturally not thin-skinned.

"Oh well. We'll come back tomorrow to discuss what to do. He smiled slightly awkwardly and said.

Zhao Futu nodded, and when he turned around, he couldn't help but glance at the drunk man who was still drinking, and then walked towards the accommodation arranged in the backyard. As he turned around, he heard the MLM man snort dissatisfiedly as he left, which made him squint his eyes slightly.

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"I'm afraid it's not going to be quiet tonight." Zhao Futu did not fall asleep after returning to the room, but sat cross-legged on the bed and vomited.

The main mission of this mysterious space is to survive for 48 hours and kill at least one low-level werewolf! Nearly a quarter of the time had passed now, but no one had seen even the shadow of the werewolf. Although werewolves are not as afraid of the sun as vampires, they are still rarely seen during the day, forty-eight hours is only two days, and if they don't come tonight, they will probably have to wait until the last night to come back.

The werewolves will definitely take the initiative to attack, because if everyone who has just entered the space turns around to look for their traces in the wild, it is no different from looking for death!

Zhao Futu estimates that there is more than an eighty percent chance that there will be werewolves tonight!