"I have one more thing I need your help with, don't worry, this time it has nothing to do with the mayor's position. Faust said slowly, "We need you to show us the way to this city of flesh and blood." ”

"Go...... Where to go?" the mayor had just woken up from his coma, and his mind was still a little dull, and he didn't seem to understand what Faust was referring to.

"I mean, take me to that city. Faust said word for word, "The city you remember." The mayor hadn't been to many cities, and Faust was sure he could understand which city he was referring to.

Mayor Mare's lips trembled as he finally understood, "You...... Where are you going?" he couldn't figure out why people flocked to places he couldn't avoid.

"Hmm. Faust nodded, "I don't have a road map in your memory, it seems that you will have to lead the way for us." ”

"No!" the mayor screamed, and he hurriedly took two steps back, as if to avoid something, but tripped over his chair and fell to the ground.

The mayor didn't try to get up, but sat on the ground, back on his hands and feet, until his back was pressed against the wall, and his mouth was still squeaking and screaming.

It took a long time for him to stop screaming, and he looked left and right suspiciously, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was nothing unusual.

With a slight strain on his back, a bone flipped up, and his skills were not as nimble as those of his age. The mayor bent his waist, raised an index finger to his mouth, stretched his neck, and whispered to Faust, "Be careful, they will hear!"

As he said this, he watched vigilantly left and right, as if he was afraid of something, "It's almost night, don't mention the name of the monster - it's better not to even think about it!"

Faust quietly cast his telemetry - just as he thought, the surroundings were calm, nothing happened, neither monsters nor any other child's nightmares.

So he shook his spider head and patiently explained to the mayor, "Mr. mayor, it's useless to pretend to be crazy and stupid, you have to come up with a good enough reason to convince me that I think it's better not to take you into the jungle." The implication of Faust is obvious: if you can't find this reason, then you must show us the way.

Mayor Mare's not stupid, he knew he didn't really have a choice, but he still didn't want to give up hope in case, "Sir, Your Excellency...... I want to ask you, why exactly are you going...... What the hell?" Mayor Mare hesitated, still unable to come up with a more specific pronoun.

"That's not your business, Mr. Mayor. Faust, of course, would not patiently explain the purpose of his trip to the mayor, "You just need to know that you are the only guide we can find now." ”

On another occasion, this sentence may contain a compliment, or even an obvious show of weakness, but here, Faust wants to convey only one meaning - for the mayor, he is determined to win.

Mayor Mare understood what this meant, and he was silent for a moment, "Well, if you can completely solve the curse that has plagued me for years, it might really be a good thing for you to be the mayor." The more he spoke, the more forceful he became, until at last, he even raised his head and stared at Faust with burning eyes, as if asking for a promise.

Faust was a little surprised, the mayor seemed to have misunderstood something - his purpose this time was just to explore and hunt for treasures, not to solve the hidden dangers of the town.

However, it was okay for Faust to be wrong, straightening his non-existent waist and replying in a low voice, "Yes! I don't want you to give up your mayor, as long as you don't thwart my plans, you can still be your mayor. ”

"No, I'm old, it's time to hand over the mayor's position, none of the young people in the village are successful, maybe we really need a strong mayor like you. Mayor Marula shook his head, as if lamenting that there was no successor.

Faust nodded, and no longer shirked, "It's getting late, you can rest early, we have to get up early tomorrow." Fosse will keep you safe and you can sleep soundly. After saying that, he withdrew from the body of the spirit crystal servant Foxi, and the matter of guarding the prisoners was left to the spirit crystal servant.

"Perhaps, this time it will really be liberating. The old mayor muttered to himself as he looked at Fosi's shiny black crystal body.

"It's time for you to rest, Mr. Mayor. Fosse, the crystal servant, stepped up from behind the scenes, faithfully carrying out Faust's orders as if nothing had happened, and he was looking forward to tomorrow's adventure.

Faust let out a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, he got up from the bed, stood on the ground and moved his stiff muscles, after a night of meditation, his spiritual energy increased again, and it didn't take long to step into the realm of a fourth-level psychic warlock.

"My level seems to be a bit out of step with the adventure. Faust turned his neck and pulled up the system panel, looking at the line of his rank.

He frowned, and after a while, he suddenly shook his head with a smile, "This matter can't be rushed. "The cultivation of a psychic warlock is not the accumulation of knowledge, nor is it the tempering of faith, it is a kind of mystical realm, and an overly urgent state of mind will only slow down the speed of ascension.

Faust clenched his fist, but luckily a man's strength is not all determined by rank - he still has those precious equipment.

Faust was much more prepared this time than the last time, after all, this was not the kind of short adventure that could go home in the morning and dinner, and the mayor and the others had spent about ten days.

Faust opened the door and smiled knowingly when he saw the neatly folded clothes by the door. He learned about the mayor's preparations through the spirit crystal servant Fosse, but he still felt that the mayor was quite desirable when he saw it with his own eyes.

The mayor of the town has been in and out of the mountains and forests for decades, but his preparations are naturally very complete. Faust opens the folded clothes.

This outfit can be said to have no style at all, just a simple jacket and pants, no pattern and no decoration, but the collar is very high, and it looks like linen cloth to the touch. The cuffs and cuffs are covered with ropes that can be tightened. The mayor remembers that the five men wore similar clothes, which were effective in stopping mosquito bites.

Faust changed into his clothes, which were a little loose, but they fit well. In addition to the clothes, there is also a simple leather armor, the mayor is very thoughtful, this is a set of light armor for spellcasters, the protection ability is not outstanding, but the weight is not much heavier than the thick cotton clothes.

As a psychic sorcerer, Faust can actually wear iron armor, and his strength attribute is not low, and he can completely wear two layers of chain mail. However, something is better than nothing, and it's a little too much trouble for the mayor to find it now.

Faust didn't care if he had less protection - he had the Trigger Ring, and defense didn't mean much to him, he should be more concerned about comfort.

The caster's light armor is simple to wear, and Faust can do it alone. After putting on his armor, Faust began to check his equipment.

Brain Crystal Ring, 1 Shapeshifter Gem Brooch, 1 False Tooth of Schod Meier, 1 Brain Locking Ring, 1 ...... Plus the water bladder and the multi-purpose knife, it's good and well equipped.

Faust didn't take any extra luggage, and through the crystal servant Fosse, he knew that the mayor had prepared dry rations, and the other miscellaneous items Lucas and the others had also prepared.

So, let's go!