No one cared what Patrick was thinking, and after a brief trimming on the side of the road, the carriage continued with three black horses.

However, this time the person driving the carriage had been replaced by Patrick, while Ron and Ian were in the back of the carriage, talking in a friendly whisper.

As the two got in touch with each other, Ron discovered that Ian's personality was indeed a bit simple.

In a short period of time, Ian didn't have any intention of telling Ron everything he knew, even his innate ability to shoot streamers from his claws.

And from this kind of battle, Ron also faintly judged the approximate strength level of the three of them.

In terms of physical fitness alone, Ian, who has almost purebred blood, is undoubtedly the most powerful, followed by Ron, and then Patrick.

However, if you put aside the natural abilities of the two, in terms of comprehensive combat power, Ron's strength is much higher than these two guys.

His rich combat experience and powerful dual-sword swordsmanship are enough for him to make up for the gap in physical fitness.

Moreover, compared to some heterogeneous hybrids that rely on natural abilities, Ron's combat style is more direct and effective.

After all, this is the most suitable combat method for him that he has summarized and researched from countless battles.

Ron, who was on horseback, fell with the horse's running form.

There was a faint sound of wind in my ears, and the green trees on both sides slowly retreated.

"Not far from Soros City is the Andath Forbidden Forest, where many magical creatures live, most of them are friendly, but you know that there are always exceptions, some dangerous big guys and even the city guards don't want to provoke, in fact, in Soros, in addition to all kinds of rights disputes, the Andath Forbidden Forest is our main defensive object, I still remember when I was a child, when I didn't realize the danger of the Andas Forbidden Forest, I happened to meet the mysterious forest clan, those cute little things I still remember. ”

"Yes, that's an enviable adventure. Ron looked yearning.

"Of course, if you come across them, you'll love them too. Ian tugged at a small smile.

"By the way, Ian, I want to ask you a question. Ron abruptly changed the subject. "Did you know that an object that can bring bad luck to people, even to the destruction of their homes? ”

"Doom-ridden items?" Ian was stunned, frowning slightly, looking him up and down with a strange gaze. "I probably know something, but why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

I didn't expect Ian to know, Ron was silent, looked at the bottom of the empty neck, and then explained.

"That's right, didn't I disappear from that Bradley Manor overnight, at that time, I may have seen some images in my manor, I'm not sure if they were pure hallucinations or what, but, in that picture, I saw Bradley Manor go down because of a necklace with a pitch black arm, and finally burned down, I think that night, I was not taken away by those big bats, but for other reasons"

"You mean, you saw that manor because of a necklace?" Ian said with a slightly solemn expression. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Ron nodded in confirmation.

"Okay," Ian looked down for a moment before looking up. "I think what you're seeing isn't an illusion, it's probably real. ”

"Huh?" Ron looked at him quizzically, waiting for his next words.

Taking a light breath, Ian said slowly.

"I know some information about the kind of item you said, if I'm not mistaken, that kind of item is called a doom item, they don't have a fixed form, maybe it's an earring, or a necklace, or even a weapon, but this kind of doom item, none of them will make the carrier or the user bring all kinds of bad luck, as the time of carrying increases, the bad luck will get heavier and heavier, until the carrier dies or is transferred to the next person, otherwise, the bad luck item will always be entangled in the bearerIan's eyes were dazed, as if he was reminiscing. "Of course, I also saw this information from an old book, and at that time it was only a legend, and I don't know if there was any exaggeration. ”

didn't care about Ian's words, but for the information he said before, Ron's expression was tight.

"You're saying that the bad luck of a doom item doesn't go away until the carrier dies or is transferred to the next person?"

"Yes, that's what it says in that book" Suddenly, Ian looked at Ron with a strange look on his face, uncertain. "You can't have a doom item on you, right?"

Hearing Ian's question, Ron didn't answer, just showed a wry smile and nodded.

"Oh my God," Ian stared at Ron in amazement. "You're not kidding?"

"I don't have the heart to joke. Ron reached out and grabbed the position of his chest at the bottom of his neck.

A cold, piercing sensation came from the palm of his hand, and he raised his black arm, which seemed to be invisible, and said earnestly towards Ian.

"You can't see it, but it's around my neck, and if you're telling the truth, then it's a doom item. ”

“”

Looking at Ron's serious expression, Ian fell silent for a while, and after a while, he spoke in a dry voice.

"Well, I believe you, so how do you feel wearing this now?

"Aside from the occasional stinging in my head and the strange picture, nothing strange has happened yet. Ron shrugged, and then he continued. "By the way, you said that bad luck can only be eliminated if it is transferred to the next person, so how can it be transferred? I tried to remove it or destroy it, but it didn't work at all. ”

"I don't know much about that. Ian said helplessly. "The old book I saw was just a data book for all sorts of mysterious items, and it didn't mention how to get rid of it, maybe I had to go back to the family and look it up again. ”

"Oh well. Ron frowned slightly. "Still, I feel like I need to look up the past of Bradley Manor, and there may be unexpected discoveries. ”

"That's fine. Ian said confidently. "My family still has some power in Black Rock City, it's not a hassle to check the information of an abandoned manor, and besides, I'm also very curious about the existence of so many cat-headed bats in that manor, it stands to reason that although this creature lives in groups, it is only a dozen or so at most that live together in a cave, like that of thousands, I have encountered it for the first time. ”