Through the information he looked up before, Ron knew that Ian's Volster family was almost the fifth largest family in Soros City.

The company itself is mainly commercial, and several of the more prosperous commercial streets have shops of the Walster family.

The second and third largest auction houses in Soros City are the family's property.

The Volster family may be weaker in power than other families, but they have extremely extensive connections and contacts.

In the data, the Volster family even has some transaction records with the upper echelons of the Best Empire, and it can be said that this family has a very deep heritage.

Otherwise, when Ron uttered the message of the dark arm, Ian wouldn't have immediately concluded that it was an item of doom.

And judging from Lakar's attitude towards Ian when he first joined the City Guard, he also felt that Ian's identity was still very important in the City Guard.

Although he didn't want to owe favors, it seemed that he could only hope for Ian so far.

With a slight sigh, Ron let go of his pitch-black arm and turned to leave the data room......

Ten days later.

Soros City, noon.

Under the clear blue sky, there are solemn gray-black buildings.

At this time, around these buildings, colorful round balloons are hanging with ribbons and floating slowly.

The cheerful music flowing in the air makes the whole slightly solemn city extremely lively.

On Hawke Street, the busiest street in Soros City, a row of tall and gorgeous open-top carriages is slowly passing by.

The carriage was filled with beautiful women in exaggerated costumes and luxurious bands playing beautiful music.

The girls, each carrying a basket of red and white flowers, smiled and threw candy or flower petals at the crowd watching the crowd on both sides of the street.

Behind the carriage are clowns performing various acrobatic tricks or real people dressed in doll costumes.

Shops on both sides of the street are also covered with banners and balloons to celebrate the arrival of the festival.

The whole Hawk Street becomes extremely lively under the rendering of this atmosphere.

However, in some of the dark alleys of the busy streets, there stood one or two soldiers in silver armor with cold faces.

These city guards were armed and swept vigilantly at the lively crowd from time to time, as if they were guarding against something.

In a corner where no one was looking, Ron, dressed in armor, watched the bustle calmly.

His mission, like that of other city guard soldiers, was to maintain order in the festivities and prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation.

Fortunately, however, he has not noticed anything unusual so far.

It's been ten days since he arrived at Soros, and in those ten days, in addition to his routine daily patrol missions, Ron has spent most of his time in the data room, looking for the information he needs.

And in addition to the information about the items of bad luck, he has indeed gained a lot of good things.

Among them is the military swordsmanship of the regular army of Best.

This kind of swordsmanship does not have much change in technique compared to the basic swordsmanship he learned in the territory of Aura, but tends to be straight and fierce sword posture.

And on the whole, it focuses more on the training of strength and physique, and in terms of agility, it is even slightly lower than basic swordsmanship.

But if you think about it, this kind of swordsmanship is indeed the most suitable for soldiers.

After all, in a chaotic battlefield, no matter how agile your body or speed is, it is impossible to completely dodge a dense attack, so it is more advantageous to fight bravely.

However, in terms of military swordsmanship, Ron also confirmed his previous guess that there was not much difference in the swordsmanship itself in this world.

The level of strength, aside from external factors such as luck or environment, is physical fitness and rich combat experience.

Although military swordsmanship is more in line with his strength and physique, there is still a lot of gap in military swordsmanship compared to two-handed swordsmanship, which is more suitable for fighting.

Of course, it is still good to simply use it as an exercise method to exercise physical fitness.

Out of boredom, Ron looked at the stat bar under his eyes.

'Attributes: Strength 3.3, Agility 2.5, Constitution 3.8, Intelligence 1.5. Status: Healthy. ’

In the skill column, 100% mastery of basic swordsmanship has disappeared, and it has been replaced by military swordsmanship.

'Skill: Military Swordsmanship (13% Mastery) Increases Strength by 1.5, Agility by 0.2, Constitution by 1.2, Intelligence by 0.1'

Before entering Soros City, Ron remembered that his strength attribute was only 3.2, but in just a few days, he had increased by 0.1, which was undoubtedly the credit of military swordsmanship, in addition to his own talent was very terrifying.

As far as he knew, most of the Bester soldiers had an average strength of only about 2.5 because of the enhancement of demonic creatures, which was equivalent to the level of a trainee knight.

And his current physical fitness, unconsciously, has surpassed ordinary soldiers by much, much.

However, even though he found a new way to exercise, Ian didn't know why he didn't come for a long time.

"Maybe there's something delaying. Listening to the upbeat music playing in the streets, Ron thought faintly.

You must know that the Volster family itself does not want to involve itself in any force, and Ian, as an important person of the Volster family, took the initiative to participate in the city guard, which undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble to the Volster family.

If Ian suddenly quit the Best's regular army, Ron wouldn't be surprised.

Of course, if Ian quits the regular army and doesn't contact him, it will be a bit of a problem.

After all, if he were to find a solution to something as strange and mysterious as a doom item, he would definitely have a lot of troubles.

While staring carefully at the bustling streets, I thought about something.

As a group of performers on horseback and in comical costumes passed the alley, a silver-armored City Guard soldier squeezed through the crowd to Ron's side.

The soldier pulled back his visor, revealing Lakal's young face.

He smiled and greeted.

"Hey, how are you doing here?"

"It's ok, nothing out of the ordinary. Ron shrugged. "Where's your side?"

"Two thieves were seen. Lakar took off his armor gloves and soothed his palm. "One was caught, and the other ran away. ”

"Really, the thief you caught must have had a terrible fate. Ron guessed.

"No, that guy is a member of the Black Knife Society, I just scrapped his hand. Lakal said helplessly.

Ron knew that the Black Knives Society was one of the many organizations in the city of Soros, and it was said that it belonged to the second largest family, specializing in dealing with unclean things for that family.

For these gangsters with backgrounds, the City Guard actually has no good solution, and can only take action when they are caught or touched by the bottom line of the City Guard.

"That's a shame. Ron shook his head. "Okay, let's not talk about this, you won't be bored when you come to me, what's the matter? ”

"Well, there is. Lakal nodded, pulled a brown envelope from his waist and handed it to him. "This is what Lord Ian asked me to give you. ”

"Ian?" Ron frowned, opened the envelope, and glanced at it briefly.

There is not much content in the letter, it is about Ian's father who is very angry because he joined the army without permission, and it is estimated that he will not have a chance to get out of the house within a month, and because of his aunt, his father also knows that he has a bad luck object, and prohibits Ian from associating with him to prevent accidents.

However, in the letter, Ian said that he would do everything in his power to help him solve his problems, and has now contacted the person Ian said he liked to collect all kinds of mysterious objects.

At the end of the letter is an address and a golden card.

"Northtown, Fetalin Street, Ollivander Tavern?" Ron softly read the name of the address, and behind the golden card was just a stranger's name. ’

Lakal, who was next to him, waited quietly for Ron to read the letter, and paused before speaking.

"If there's anything you need to convey to Lord Ian, you can tell me. ”

Ron thought for a moment and looked up.

"Then help me thank him, tell him that I'll treat him to a drink when he comes out. ”

"Okay, I got it. Lakal nodded. "Then I'll go first. ”

"Hmm. ”

Seeing Lakar squeeze into the crowd again, Ron stared at the card in his hand for a long time before solemnly putting it on his waist......

Two days later.

In the open street outside the city guards, Ron, who had changed into a black sword-fighting suit and had a standard cross sword hanging from his waist, stood on the side of the road and beckoned to an open-top carriage that had just passed by.

The carriage quickly stopped, driven by a slightly chubby middle-aged man wearing a gray felt hat.

When Ron stepped into the carriage, the groom spoke respectfully.

"Where are we going, this lord?"

"Fetalin Street, Ollivander Tavern. Ron said lightly.