September 14th.

Nolan Village.

Six days had passed since Roddy left the convent in anger, and nearly half a month had passed since he left Nolan Village.

For Roddy, who has reached level 10, his life path has undergone a crucial change - on the other hand, at the very edge of Evta's territory, the peaceful village of Nolan has always maintained its own unique and tranquil atmosphere.

The sheep were driven back from afar by the herdsmen, and it was almost time for a new harvest, and the farmers were already preparing for the autumn harvest, and at this time they were harvesting the newly grown oats, and after packing them one by one, some of them were left in the village for the scouts' war horses to eat, and the excess was given to Anderson's steward to be used for tax purposes.

Roddy's departure didn't make any difference here, and that was the effect he wanted to achieve—there were even many people in the village who didn't know the fact that the leader had already gone to Hollier, and in their eyes, the scouts had been busy all day, running and rushing around, and one or two faces were not noticed.

At noon, the peasants watched the training scouts in the distance from the low wall, and from time to time let out a few cheers, and Aunt Susan and a few children brought cold water from the well, waiting for a while for the training scouts to drink.

The scouts, who had been lazy enough to be a "mixed meal" a few months ago, have changed dramatically, and the villagers' attitudes towards them have changed a hundred and eighty degrees - not only because of the drastic change in the spirit of these scouts, but also because of the "accident" that happened a few days ago.

On about the 12th of September, the village was attacked by a ringing horse.

In such a year, "Ringing Horse" sounds very lofty, but to put it bluntly, it is actually hard work. The name of the steppe big ringing horse has long disappeared in the wind I don't know how many years, the development of the Karen Kingdom over the years is quite rich, and the year is good, being a robber is sometimes not as good as being a farmer, so the ringing horse is not much less than a few decades ago, and most of the remaining people who are still working hard are really oppressed by the lord, and although there are not many such people, they really do everything.

People are more hungry and ferocious than wolves, so even a dozen bandits on thin horses and described as withered are unimaginable to the village - but when these bitter whirls rushed into the village with their knives the day before yesterday, they probably couldn't have imagined what they would encounter...

The timid villagers who hid in their houses didn't see what had happened that day, but when they found out that the battle was over, they saw only the shattered and shapeless corpses of the horses, and the twenty-nine scouts whizzing past in full armor.

From this day on, the attitude of the villagers towards scouts changed completely.

At this time, the villagers were curiously watching these scouts as they practiced their queue shifting—the fifteen scouts in front of them sprinted in ten seconds from a chaotic formation to a wedge-shaped charge, and then rushed through seven or eight rows of scarecrows, wielding long swords, and the ground was full of dummies that had been cut into several pieces—this superb combat skill made the villagers cheer loudly, and there was a sparse applause.

"All rest"

After the last few exercises, Sodrol gave the order to rest. The sweaty soldiers rolled over and dismounted, and some laughed and took the water and towels handed by the villagers, while Carter livened up the atmosphere and began to let the gathered people have a singing contest in a few words, quite like "the military and the people are united as a family" - and this is the task that Roddy once assigned to him.

"Afternoon training or yesterday's?"

On the other side, Ruger put aside the short bow he was carrying, wiped his sweat, and asked Sodrore.

"No, there are some changes, the training + drawing left by Roddy said that there will be a change from today, the combat of the infantry is almost in place, but there is still a lot of room for improvement in the combat of the cavalry cavalry," Sodrol looked at the parchment in his hand, "The round shield that Dick and Stan helped to make in the past few days is almost in place, and you can start riding combat practice tomorrow after the installation, but Roddy emphasized..."

The two of them sat on the side and discussed some "technical problems", and it was obvious that they had already tacitly understood each other, and they reached an agreement without too much nonsense, and after a while, Sodrore asked Dick to bring those iron-clad wooden round shields, and explained to a group of scouts how to use them.

However, before the afternoon training had time to begin, an urgent letter from Houllier City caused Sodrore to change the training schedule directly.

In this era, the fastest means of communication was carrier pigeons, but carrier pigeons were difficult to popularize, and there was no pigeon loft for civilians in a small place like Nolan Village, and the pigeons in the lord's estate were used for food, so in the end, the most primitive "messenger" could only be used to deliver letters.

In most cases, only kings and nobles had a dedicated "messenger" to deliver messages, but Hollier, as the first city in Evta's territory, still had "messengers" for commoners and merchants to deliver messages, but even so, it took five days for messages from Holier to reach Sodrore.

"First-level vigilance, full preparation"

Sodrore took Roddy's letter, confirmed that he and the wax seal on it were correct, and immediately gave the order according to the instructions above: "All men pack all weapons and armor, bring shields, and horses, and set off in ten minutes."

The scouts immediately got busy, and the curious villagers didn't know what was going on in the road, but they just felt ...... When these young people get serious, they have a different kind of momentum.

This momentum seems to be much more powerful than those knight lords who are dragging and whirring.

At the same moment, in the city of Houllier, Bishop Rubens's team was slowly driving into the city of Houllier.

The crowd on both sides of the road was aware of the difference in the convoy, and those who were a little more well-informed knew what the convoy meant. At first, the common people just watched, but soon the devout believers who received the news immediately surrounded some of the main convoys, and if it were not for the two teams of Templars on tall horses who opened the way for the convoy, it would have taken the overlord's convoy to reach the monastery for several hours.

Believers chanted slogans, crawled on the road where the carriage passed, and even kissed the dirty rut marks – in the age of information development, the power of religion was often so staggering, and people longed for the power of the gods to protect them, so they gave their faith

There were all kinds of people in the crowd of onlookers, believers, commoners, city guards who maintained order, gentry, nobles, guild members of various trades, etc., and naturally no one noticed a middle-aged man in tattered clothes who looked like a vagabond.

Dressed in a tattered robe that smelled of sweat, Roddy no longer sang and told stories with a vielle, but completely abandoned his identity as a "bard" and disguised himself as such, lurking in the city.

After being identified by Bishop Benjamin, although he had some doubts about the prestige of his "Rorocross", he also knew that it was not wise to continue to use the identity of "bard", so on September 10, he said goodbye to the pig's head bar owned by Hu Ke, and stayed in another humble inn - spending some time in the city every day to record information, and more often to go outside the city to adapt to new arrows and short bows.

Francis was still cowering at Moria Manor, so Roddy had put all his hopes on the City Square speech that he was bound to attend on the Twentieth, and he was always making a lot of preparations for this, except for calling Sodrore and all the scouts, the most he did was to get himself used to the weapon in hand as quickly as possible.

Although Roddy is excellent in archery, the subtle differences between bows and arrows are not immediately adaptable and adjusted, so he does not dare to be sloppy in such a matter - the person who can walk in front of all players is not simply ruthless and talented, but more importantly, so careful and steady delicate mind and perseverance that ordinary people can hardly reach.

In six days, Roddy had fully adapted to the shortbow, and when he learned that the Exgestalt's party had entered the city, he rushed over as soon as he could, because of his sloppy appearance, and occasionally the believers would treat him as a beggar for food, and even waved him a few copper coins, while Roddy bent down and thanked him like a real tramp.

He is like a precise machine, almost in the same state as the pinnacle of the game - focused, discarded all distractions, and everything he does has a very strong sense of purpose and direction.

Under the tattered robes, Roddy watched from the side of the street as the Exgescript's procession disappeared around the corner. The crisp sound of the Templars' horses' hooves tapping on the pavement was muffled by the sound of the crowd, and he carefully counted the number of people, calculating the combat strength of the entire team, and in the midst of the noise, the whispers were faint -

"Twenty-Four Templars"

"Miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers"

"Four priests are about level 6"

Roddy huddled the streets with pedestrians, his ears filled with the sounds of blessings, exclamations, and conversations, and within a few minutes, all of this faded away as the procession disappeared around the corner.

Standing in place combing through the information he had just received, Roddy glanced at his "Battle Posture Bar", his expression gradually returned to his usual indifference, and turned around and disappeared around the corner.

Speaking of which, at this time, Roddy has already made a qualitative leap in strength, because he has obtained a real INBA "advanced class" - "Demon Hunter"

This feeling is like buying a lottery ticket and winning 5 million, even after six days, Roddy still has a little "unbelievable" emotions in his heart.

The moment he clicked on the upgrade, the "mysterious necklace" on Roddy's chest completely shattered, and the crisp sound of "pop" was the sound made when the necklace self-destructed, and when he found that his body had changed, his "character attribute bar" had inexplicably added an advanced career bar of "Demon Hunter".

Roddy never imagined that he would encounter a situation completely different from that in the game, but whenever he opened the "Character Attribute Bar", next to "Legionnaire, Level 10", the words "Demon Hunter, Level 0" would be clearly written.

"Demon Hunter", a class that Roddy had only heard of on the official Rip forums before - and the only thing known about it was that it was so powerful that it was cut down and split into several classes, one of which was Roddy's once highest-ranking "Ranger"

And now, he found out that he really had such a "ranger" predecessor INBAK