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With a flick of Barret's scimitar, he cut off the head from the corpse of the lizardman, and then grabbed the scales at the top of the skull and shook it vigorously, emptying out the blood that remained in the skull.

He then held his head between his hands and looked at him. The other party's reptile-like vertical pupils were slightly half-open, as if they were pretending to sleep.

"I've given you relief, at least you're dying peacefully. The brute whispered, then placed the head in the box with the "Loot Preservation" spell attached.

The Nightmare Warhorse leaped out of the shadow plane, circled the headless corpse on the ground twice, and touched it with its flaming hooves. Then, with its head down, its mouth wide open, sparks erupted from its mouth, and it wanted to eat him.

Barrett tugged hard at the carrot's reins, wrapping his hands around the horse's face so that it was facing him, "Can't do that!" he stared at the wild coals, "Can't do that!" the brute said again.

The Nightmare Warhorse slammed into the ground on all fours, struggling a few times, but it didn't break free from Barrett's hands. It snorted helplessly, squirted a spark in the face of the brute, and then fell silent.

"That's good!" Barrett wiped his face, took out a few carrots, and fed them to the Nightmare Warhorse. After eating the carrot, the guy turned his head to look at the corpse on the ground and returned to the shadow plane.

In order not to frighten the owner of this wheat field, Barrett could only kindly drag the tail of the headless corpse, find a random wasteland, dig a pit and bury it.

To be honest, this lizardman is really good, but compared to his own words, it is still far behind. The barbarian thought to himself as he filled in the soil. The opponent didn't even use stealth during the fight (although this skill is not very useful for a perceptive brute), and he didn't fight to the death, and it seems that he had already anticipated his inescapable outcome.

It wasn't a difficult task for Barritt, and the danger was relatively average, but he still had 80 soul energy coming in, which made him feel pretty good.

However, why did the other party, as a war lizardman, want to be a human, but a half-sheep?

However, the doubts in his heart did not last long, and Barrett habitually left such incomprehensible questions behind. He whistled, stepped onto the speeding Nightmare Warhorse, and beckoned the Constructed Raven hovering in the air, and headed for the next mission location.

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The barbarian spent the night resting in the village of Getaria along the way, tasting the eel and white shrimp that are abundant in the local Falling Star Lake.

The eel here tastes really good, and Barry has a special taste for the grilled eel cut into sections, marinated in advance and brushed with a hot sauce, and the eel soup with a small amount of white wine, salt, black pepper and parsley leaves. The grilled eel is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the eel soup is rich and soft, smooth and smooth, which can quite relieve the fatigue of adventurers after fighting.

After that, he also ordered a dish of salt-roasted white shrimp, and hid in the hotel room with a plate, and ate it leisurely and slowly by taking advantage of the cool night breeze.

Early in the morning, when Barrett tried to leave the village, he was stopped by the village chief. The village chief wanted the barbarians to help them solve a very difficult problem in the village.

Barrett knew the mission—to destroy the swampmons of Falling Star Lake. Although he was willing to help, he was really unable to do this task himself.

After explaining his situation in detail to the village chief, and politely rejecting the village chief's offer to increase the salary, the barbarian rode on the nightmare war horse 'Carrot', and walked away amid the disappointed eyes of the old village chief and the villagers.

He rode all the way, and in the afternoon or so, he reached the next mission location, Old Samir's farm.

Barrett walked through the area and realized that Old Samr wasn't the only farm here. Along the way, there were more than a dozen farms he saw casually, and there were only more farms near the sides of the road.

This large stretch of land from the village of Getaria to the town of Jingyao is a fairly flat and fertile land, which is ideal for growing crops and various fruits and vegetables.

Because a large part of the peasants' fields are far away from the towns and villages on both sides of the road around the middle of the journey, they often cannot return to the towns or villages in time to plant or harvest their crops, so they have to build houses, barns, corrals, and other facilities in the fields.

Over time, these farmers gradually developed large and small farms in their respective fields.

Old Samir's farm is easily recognizable among the many farms. As described on the mission's parchment, it sits next to a large maple forest. Autumn maple leaves were as red and bright as blood, and Barrett easily saw the small farm next to the 'blood fire' woodland.

"Let's go, let's go. He pointed in the direction of the corn in the air, and tapped the carrot on the belly, and beat the horse down the main road, along a small road that allowed only one carriage to enter and exit, towards the farm.

The fields are stretched, the golden wheat has been harvested for the most part, but much remains in the fields, and the soybeans and corn seem to have been harvested, and the straw has been gathered into piles of haystacks for the livestock to spend the winter.

Barrett had heard Avery say that there seemed to be no men on the farm other than the farmer, Old Samel, but he saw a group of young men busy with their heads bowed in the unfinished wheat field.

Hired? or did you offer to help?, Barrett smiled inwardly. Anyone who has three beautiful girls of the age to be married will make the good boys in the neighborhood flock to it.

At this moment, Barrett suddenly turned his head to look at the maple leaf forest on the side of the road, and after three heartbeats, a crisp voice sounded from the forest, "Why is your horse on fire?"

The voice came from far and near, and he stepped out of the fiery maple forest.

It was a freckled girl with a plaid apron and burgundy hair...... Barrett closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his burgundy hair turned into a turban. It was brown hair with a burgundy turban wrapped around it.

"Why is your horse on fire?" the girl asked, tilting her head, at Barrett again.

"Ahem, because it's a nightmare warhorse. The brute rolled over and dismounted, and explained softly.

"Can it burn you?" asked the girl again.

"No, because I'm the owner of it. ”

The girl nodded, "So, can it burn anything else, like dead leaves, or haystacks?"

"This ......," Barrett understood what the girl meant, "its flame will only ignite what it wants to ignite, such as enemies, or food." ”

"That's good. The girl nodded, "You are ......"

"Barrett, an adventurer, the adventurer who took on your farm quest. ”

"After waiting so long, I thought that like last year, there would be no adventurers. A smile bloomed on the girl's face, "Come with me, my dad will be very happy to see you!" Don't you know, our farm was stolen by those thieves a lot of things, turnips, corn, pumpkins, by the way, do you like pumpkins?"

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