Leaving the doctor's quarters, Barrett stood on the side of the street in a daze, watching the stream of pedestrians pass by him.

The old man's inexplicable words made him feel a little panicked, and Barrett originally wanted the healer to tell him the old man's residence, and then come to the door to inquire about it, but for some reason, he was very resistant to this idea in his heart.

The whole thing, from the moment he obtained the spatial ring and found the small tombstone inside, Barrett felt as if there was a big invisible hand in the dark, pulling him step by step, making him, an ordinary barbarian adventurer, sink deeper and deeper into this unrelated matter.

Of course, these may also be his random speculations, after all, Barrett is not good at "thinking" such complex things.

Standing on the street blankly for a moment, Barrett decided to go to Master Alvin. He plans to tell the other party the whole thing, including the details and secrets that he stumbled upon, as he hands over the mission.

As for what will happen next, what will happen in the future, that is not something he can control. Barrett felt that this matter was too chaotic and complicated, and he was just an adventurer, although he had to embed his own small piece in the puzzle of this huge event, he still didn't want to get too involved in it.

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The place where the three-leaf castle was built,After all, it was built as a royal capital.,So the whole city covers a wide area.,And it's divided into multiple areas.。 Each area is crisscrossed by streets, and it is easy for unfamiliar people to get lost in them, even if they have a good sense of direction.

As an outsider, Barrett is obviously not familiar with the current area, in fact he is not familiar with the whole city.

Barrett took a deep breath, and there was a hint of sweetness in the cold air, which emanated from a nearby bakery. He looked left and right, ready to find a local to ask for directions.

A well-dressed middle-aged man came from a distance, but as soon as Barrett politely said the word "hello", the other party walked away with a look of disgust, and several other ladies who were walking together passed by, and he asked in the softest voice, but the ladies ran away like frightened birds, carrying long skirts and looking frightened.

Barrett didn't know why, he thought that although his face was not handsome, it was also considered to be well-defined and angular, or at least it should not be frightening.

Through the window of a shop across the street, he saw what he was looking like: a thin, pale face, a beard full of swagger with green residue and the remains of some other unknown substance, his hair that had grown longer and longer because he had not been shaved for a long time, and looked like weeds because he had not combed it, and the leather armor on his body was not only covered with scars from swords, but also hung with black blood.

He doesn't look like a good person.

Anyway, I'd better find a shop or a stall and ask, Barrett thought helplessly, at least the stall owner wouldn't leave his shop and goods and run away.

Less than three meters to his left is a stall selling a variety of seasonal fruits. Barrett stepped forward, first bought three apples and a bag of oranges, and signaled that there was no change.

The stall owner was a young man with a depressed face, who didn't care about Barritt's appearance and didn't like him for his generosity. He just sat on a round wooden pier and sighed, as if he didn't care about his business.

After shopping, Barrett said his purpose, "Excuse me, do you know that there is a mage named Alvin?"

The stall owner held his chin with one hand and looked up at Barrett, "You're also going to make a wish?"

No, I'm on my way to hand in a mission. "Yes, what else could you do. Barrett said.

"Don't go!" said the young stall owner, "that mage is an insatiable liar, a brutal tyrant! It's as if it's a natural thing to take my stuff for nothing. I tell you, even the devil would not do such an unfair thing......"

Are you sure you really know the devil?

"And, just because I said a little more, that damn one almost killed me!!" the young stall owner stood up and grabbed his neck with both hands, "and he just choked me by the throat with his magic, and almost suffocated me." You know, just a little bit, he's an executioner!" the stall owner gasped.

What's going on? I'm just trying to ask for directions. Barrett suddenly felt that the indignant young man in front of him was a little familiar, and he looked the other party up and down, "Did you just go to Master Alwen to make a wish some time ago?"

"Hmph, I went to him because I listened to rumors. "I offered a rare moonstone, but I didn't get anything, and I almost lost my life." ”

His emotions stirred up again, "My wish is nothing more than wanting Lydia to marry me, nothing more. You know, that's all! Aren't their mages very good? Why can't they even do such a simple thing?"

No, they just didn't want to do it, "Well, ahem, I just want to know, if I'm going to find Master Alvin, how do I get from here?" Barrett asked helplessly.

Instead of answering Barrett's question, the young stall owner immersed himself in his own world, "Lydia, my dear, the most important rising star of my life, why do you like Gavin that guy? He's just a good-for-nothing idiot, you should love me!"

Anyway, I should find another sane person, or try my luck at the magic tower in the middle of the city, hoping that the Constructed Golem there will be kind enough to let me in.

Truth be told, it's not an easy thing to do, because those golems don't have hearts at all. Barrett himself told a bad joke to himself.

He was about to leave, but at that moment, the young stall owner, who was immersed in his own world, suddenly stopped him, "If you want to find him, go east from here, cross three streets, go around the Conquest Square and go south, and go all the way in the direction of the southern wall, you will find him, because there is always a long queue there." The stall owner sat back down, his excited face calming down.

"Thank you. Barry nodded and turned to leave.

"If he doesn't answer your wishes......" the young man's voice came from behind him, "you might as well go and ask the devil for help!"

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According to the young man's guidance, Barrett came to the vicinity of the dilapidated building again, watching all kinds of people standing tremblingly under the dilapidated building, and from time to time looking at the small stall in front of him with a look of hope.

Barrett didn't choose to line up, he went straight past the whole line, and once again went to the red oak tree, leaning against the tree, and waiting quietly.

His strange appearance and behavior attracted the attention of many people, and Mage Alvin noticed his presence as well. Then the mage casually shook his head and refused a requester's wish, got up and clapped his hands again, and the entire pave vanished.

The crowd in line let out low, noisy complaints as usual, and many others asked Venerable Alvin why it had ended so early.

But Master Alvin ignored it. He walked straight to Barrett, looked at the brute with a smile, and put his left hand on Barrett's arm.

The next moment, Barrett followed the mage again to the room of the Magic Tower. Only this time, something seemed to be missing from the house.

"No need to look for it. "Master Alvin himself walked over to the wine cabinet, poured himself and Barrett a strange liquid that he didn't know if it could be called wine, and then used the 'burning hand' to briefly heat the liquid in the wine glass, and handed one of the glasses into the hands of the brute.

"Grace isn't here, she has other things to do and won't be back until a few days. If you really want to see her, I suggest you come back in a week. The mage sat down on the rubber chair with his glass.

"Oh no, Master Alvin, in fact I don't have that in mind. Barrett said with some embarrassment, and subconsciously took a sip of the contents of the cup.

In the next moment, Barrett felt a flame blaze in his mouth, and the flames spread down his esophagus to his stomach, making him feel like he had turned into an angry red dragon, desperate to spew out a raging dragon breath.

"Ahem. Barrett involuntarily exclaimed, "This wine is so strong!!"

"'Red Dragon's Fury', a specialty of the Valletta city-state, was given to me by a friend of mine decades ago. Mage Alvin took a sip and exclaimed involuntarily like Barrett, "Damn, drinking this stuff is like drinking lava!" the mage stuck out his tongue in defiance.

'Red Dragon's Fury'?Barrett remembers that Old Will of the 'Lewd' Adventure Squad had talked to him about the wine.

"Don't stand still, will Grace's absence disappoint you so much, sit down and tell me about your adventure. "I offer the wine, it's your turn to provide the story, and I hope your story will be as exciting as this wine." ”

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