The roar of rage startled a bird resting in the woods.

Of course, all traces had been buried by the fire below, and the man simply couldn't find any useful clues.

In the end, he could only choose to give up, and walked into the depths of the woods with a gloomy face......

Ron returned to the militia camp with the soldier's corpse in the middle of the afternoon.

As soon as they entered the camp, a militiaman quickly came over and grabbed the horses, looking guilty.

"Your Excellency, are you back?"

This man was one of the three militiamen who followed him early in the morning.

"Hmm. Ron nodded faintly, turned over and dismounted, and looked left and right around the camp.

At this time, there were not many people in the camp, and only a few militiamen could be seen busy.

"How many people are back now?"

Hearing his inquiry, the militiaman immediately said respectfully.

"Back to my lord, two of them have already returned from my lordship and are now resting in the tent. ”

"Well, got it. Ron handed the two horses and the carcasses on horseback to the militiaman, and then commanded. "Prepare me a lunch and bring it to my tent. ”

"Okay sir, I'll do it right away. ”

Watching the militia with the horses leave, Ron also walked towards his tent.

There are a lot of Ryan soldiers who have fled, and even though they have taken a carpet search, they will definitely not be able to solve them all in a short period of time.

Like the three unlucky ones he met in the village for the first time, it was pure luck.

Of course, what happened after that was also unexpected.

Ron had a strange feeling at the thought of all the information he had received today, and the inhuman abilities that the woman had displayed.

He didn't expect that there were so many things hidden behind Nick's framing of him.

Back in his tent, Ron poured himself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. Then he sat down at the table, and pulled out from his chest what he had touched in the passage under the woods, a few pages of crumpled paper.

Carefully unfolded, Ron noticed that most of the paper was covered with portraits of strange people, with a row of letters underneath the pattern, which he did not recognize.

Some of the patterns are crossed in the lower right corner, and I don't know what they mean.

After flipping through several portraits, a rough hand-drawn map was followed.

It doesn't seem to be near the territory, but a road map of a forest, with lines that are both virtual and real, and there are even some special places marked with a hideous skull head, which seems to represent danger.

"What is this place?"

Ron frowned as he looked at the sketchy map in his hand and the letters he didn't recognize.

The Gothic language he learned was the lingua franca of almost all the surrounding countries, including the people of the Lane Empire.

However, these unfamiliar letters are not any of the ones he is familiar with, and he does not know whether they really belong to the text or a special secret code.

"These seem to be the characters they got and a certain mission location, but they didn't help me. ”

These things may be very important, but they don't mean much to Ron.

He was looking for proof of Nick's identity, or information about the organization, not those things.

Just as Ron put away the papers on the table with some disappointment, he suddenly saw a piece of paper the size of a palm.

Picking up the piece of paper, suddenly, his expression was stunned.

"What is this?"

On the piece of paper was a portrait of a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old, with an ordinary face, the young man's expression was a little serious, and he looked like he was pursed, and it was actually Ron himself.

On the back of the portrait is a string of letters that resemble an essay, with a small red cross drawn in the lower right corner.

This time, the letters were in Gothic language, which he was familiar with.

'Ron Felton - Grant Roberts. ’

Referring to the hunting mission that the woman said before, I think this is it.

However, Ron frowned when he saw the name behind it.

"Grant? It's familiar, like I've heard it somewhere. ”

He vaguely remembered hearing the man's name in the training camp, but he wasn't too impressed.

"Ask Bill when you get back. ”

With the name in mind, he put all the papers away and put them back on his chest again.

Although these things are useless to him now, they are still a piece of evidence.

And, based on what James had said to Nick in the tent before, it seemed that the upper echelons of the territory were aware of the existence of these people.

I was combing through one thing after another, and suddenly the voice of the militia came from outside the tent.

"Your Excellency, your lunch is ready. ”

Putting away the thoughts in his heart, Ron looked up and said.

"Come in. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Soon, the militiaman walked into the tent with a tray.

A large bowl of mushroom stew, a small plate of pies, and two roasted browned rabbit legs.

The rabbit legs have a spicy meaty aroma that makes you want to eat them just by smelling them.

After putting down the food, the militia quickly retreated.

Ron tore off a little bit of the meat from the rabbit's leg and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully, the meat was very strong, and the grilling heat was also very good.

As he ate his food, he turned his gaze to the attribute bar on the bottom of his eye.

'Attributes: Strength 2.1, Agility 1.9, Constitution 2.2, Intelligence 1.4. Status: Healthy. ’’

'Skills: Basic Swordsmanship (100% Proficiency), Basic Fighting Skills (38% Proficiency), Basic Archery (36%), Gothic Linguistics (20%)'

"I've mastered the basic swordsmanship. Ron sighed slightly. "Sure enough, actual combat is the fastest way to practice swordsmanship. ”

You know, he was only 85% proficient when he came out of the training camp, and he reached 100% in just a few days.

Ron felt that his current strength was no less than that of a trainee knight.

The coherent attack of the dual swords basically has a good suppression effect on both speed-based opponents and power-based opponents.

Coupled with some special sword-swinging skills he had learned from other masters, he was even more flexible than Granger.

It can be said that in this territory, except for a few strong trainee knights, ordinary servants or soldiers can no longer threaten him.

However, he also understands that this strength is still too weak for this world.

Although the woman with the strange ability to recover died in his hands in the end, Ron knew that it was just that the woman was too weak.

If someone of his strength had this kind of resilience, there would definitely be a hundred ways to kill him.

After all, a little trauma in battle can make all the difference between life and death.

And with this powerful recovery ability, in addition to the entire cutting off of the head, there is no so-called Achilles heel.