The punk found a small hotel to live in, but this obviously affected the inn's business, and the guests of the inn chose to leave when they saw a mage check in, and the innkeeper always had a "forced smile" expression when receiving the punk - for the strange profession with great power, ordinary people were almost instinctively afraid of the coercion brought by the higher level of souls.

Punk didn't care about the feelings of these ordinary people, and he calmly walked into the room.

Looking at the peeling wall skin and greasy bed, Punk's keen hearing also heard the squeak of mice, he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, "What other time-traveler is not dedicated to saving or destroying the world, and how can there be someone like himself who has to save money." Punk sighed that he didn't spend a lot of money because there was no monetary reward for this mission of the Mage's Guild other than an apprentice-level knowledge purchase qualification, and Punk remembered what the old mage told him that "knowledge is priceless, go to a knowledge-sharing organization like the Mage's Guild".

In fact, Punk knew that what the old mage said was right, there were many mage organizations such as the "Santalin Society" or something, not only did they need to go through various strict assessments to join, but the exchange of knowledge was no easier than the "sale" of the Mage Guild, and Punk also knew why professionals wanted to find a mentor, not only because they could get guidance, but also because it was too difficult and slow to "buy" cultivation knowledge on their own.

After all, even if he has the blood of the primeval elves and has a very long lifespan, if he does endless tasks, on the one hand, no matter how much time he has, it will be too dangerous.

But now, the punk who is in the "economic crisis" has to complete this "forest of the dead" mission first............

Punk finally decided not to think about this nonsense for now, he decided to buy some food and come back, after all, he was going to leave tomorrow to do the mission, and then it would inevitably be a few days of eating and sleeping in the open. He has to eat a good meal now, and besides, he is actually quite looking forward to the special food of this world.

Actually, I'm a foodie at heart!, Punk sighed and walked out of the hotel.

Illuminated by various lanterns, the streets of Conola City are very bright, and Punk discovers that the nightlife of people in the cities of this world is actually quite rich.

In a small square, a handsome bard told about a war in a distant kingdom, surrounded by many young men and children. There are also chefs who grill unknown meat steaks on large grills, the steaming heat wafting around, and of course, the aristocratic carriages speeding by, oblivious to the fact that many vendors' goods are scraped to the ground.

Punk found a shop that sold barbecue, and the uncle of the store boldly handed over a meat skewer for punk to "taste", and punk was not polite, and after quietly using a "secondary detection of toxicity", it turned out to be a skewer of oily barbecue, and the barbecue was stained with a layer of sauce that exuded a rich fragrance, and the skin of the barbecue was golden and crispy, which made people appetize at a glance.

Punk took a bite of a large piece of barbecue, and the juicy pieces of meat tumbled on the tip of the tongue, and the smooth texture made Punk very satisfied. In the end, Punk bought a barbecue full of brown paper, and seeing that the aroma of the barbecue was still making the canines around him salivate even though it was wrapped in thick kraft paper, Punk decided not to think about the mission today, and to enjoy the food first.

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The barbecue was eaten by Punk in one night, but Punk's mission was not known when it would be completed, although Punk knew some prophetic spells that could be of some help in finding the "Forest of the Dead", but Punk felt that his apprentice-level spells could get very limited help, after all, the "Forest of the Dead" was a target with magical powers, and it could have been artificially shielded.

"I hope I can have a good luck, otherwise I will have to be ready to travel all over the "little wasteland". The punk standing in front of the city gate sighed in his heart, and when he saw that the larger sun "Chikasa" had already peeked out of the horizon, he checked the only magic items on his body, the robes and staffs, and finally took a large bag of dry food that he had just bought from the innkeeper, and then set off for the wasteland.

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The search always passed quickly, and before you knew it, the sun had set, and three moons of different colors had appeared in the night sky (Faeron had three moons: the Inky Blue Moon - Gerr, the Whirlwind Moon - Thor, and the Cyborg Moon - Doraush Eye), and now the punk was far away from Conola City, and he was standing under a crooked dead tree, frowning and feeling the first ............ I don't know how many times I have detected the results. The moonlight illuminates the punk figure mysteriously and eeriely.

Previously, punk detection of "roads, directions, and the forest of the dead" always yielded some random messages such as "deviation from direction", "something is moving", and "the fruit trees in the south are not bearing fruit". But this time the detection ............ He gets a different message - "Someone can take advantage of the direction of Thor's return".

Punk touched his chin and thought for a moment, "Whirlwind Moon - Thor's return should refer to its rise (Feren's moon, the sun revolves around the plane of Feeron), and what does it mean that someone can take advantage of it? Does it mean that the person is related to the Forest of the Dead? or does it mean that he can help himself"?

Punk blessed himself with night vision and looked up at the moon, because of the gloomy weather, except for the mysterious Eye of Doraus, which was still bright and conspicuous, Thor and Gal were covered by thick clouds, leaving only a faint light looming from the night sky.

"It looks like it's going to rain............" Punk straightened the brim of his robe's hood, letting the shadow hide most of his face, and headed north, in the direction of Thor's rise.

In the dark silence of the wasteland, the dew of the young weeds wet the leather boots, and the punk, who had been walking for two hours, suddenly saw a little light in the distance, which was particularly conspicuous in the dim night that even with night vision.

Punk recharged his secondary mage armor with energy, and then approached the light.

I saw a young girl with eyes sitting on the grass, there was a bonfire burning quietly on the ground, the girl was wearing a white robe, and there was a golden badge engraved with the new sun on the chest of the robe, and a copy of "The Teachings of the Dawn" was placed very neatly on her legs, the girl did not seem to notice the arrival of the punk, her hands were folded with a pious face, and she muttered some prayers such as "Thank you for the eternal dawn" and "I pray for glorious salvation".

Illuminated by the flickering light of the campfire, the girl's beautiful face looked holy and gentle, cute and kind, and at the same time ............ It's disgusting!At least that's what punk thinks.

This is a devout priest - a devotee of Loshanda, the Lord of the Morning Sun.