Rose Creek is built in a variety of styles, from white Greek Revival detached houses, intricate Gothic churches with pointed roofs, and even Victorian shingle lofts...... Standing in the sea of roses, a few white clouds in the clear blue sky are leisurely, the church bells are clear and dusty, cleansing people's hearts, warblers flying and butterflies dance, birds singing and flowers are fragrant......

It makes people feel like they are in a paradise.

"No!"

Jacob tugged at the reins of the horse to soothe the somewhat restless war horse, pouting with an inexplicable ridicule and sarcasm in his tone. Although I haven't walked into Rose Creek yet, I can already feel the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere of Rose Creek. It's just that this peaceful and peaceful atmosphere actually makes Jacob feel a little lifeless, even suffocating.

It has to be said that it is a miracle that such a unique town can exist in such a barbaric, chaotic and bloody west! But what is the price of this miracle, this kind of peace and tranquility?

"Let's go straight to Officer Donald...... Let's surprise Rose Creek in a big way!"

"Or, let's see what kind of surprise Rose Creek has to offer us!"

Jacob dismounted, walked to the caravan under Sophie's surprised gaze, and threw the human head from the caravan, which had begun to turn blue and gray. Their round heads rolled in the dirt like balls, and their bearded faces were covered in dust, making it almost impossible to see what they were.

"Jack, do you want my help?"

Eve jumped out of the seat and looked at Jacob with a grin. She had no problem with Jacob's desecration of corpses, for she was like pumpkins and potatoes, goods that could be exchanged for money. For goods, where does desecration come from without desecration?

"Hang up!

Jacob picked up a man's head and glanced at it, and it happened to be James who was dead-eyed. He bared his teeth at James's dead fish eyes with a smile, "Sorry! James, I have to borrow your head to spread my reputation now!"

For the first task released by the system, Jacob has not forgotten for a moment, but he still has no clue. Although Jacob was nicknamed by the people in the hot spring town: the Angel of Death. Titles and nicknames are given by others, and they are a kind of recognition by others for the person who received the title or nickname. It stands to reason that Jacob has been recognized by nearly 2,000 residents of Hot Springs and has earned the nickname Angel of Death. The system should react. However, Jacob checked the character attributes panel, and it still showed the title of Nobody.

Jacob had analyzed the situation, and he had a vague guess in his heart: perhaps there were too few people who knew about his deeds and nicknames. After all, there are almost 2,000 people in the hot spring town, which is equivalent to a small village in later generations. No matter how famous a village is, it's just a village tyrant-level title, and it's estimated that it's an ordinary nobody-level, so the character attribute panel still shows a nobody!

The population of Rose Creek is larger than that of Hot Spring Town, and more importantly, Rose Creek is located at the node of the traffic artery, and the flow of people and logistics is denser than that of Hot Spring Town, which is more convenient for the spread of news. Jacob believes that after Rose Creek spreads the word about his elimination of the Borgs, the system will give him a reaction.

If it weren't for the lack of time, Jacob would even want to go to Sacramento or even San Francisco to collect the bounty. It is a prosperous place in California and even in the west, and both the population base and the mobility of the population are the top in the west......

If it is proven that the level of the title is related to visibility, then Jacob has many ways to increase it. After all, he comes from an era of information explosion, and there are countless ways to increase his popularity and hype himself.

At this moment, Jacob wants to give Rose Creek an unusual sensory thrill!

It was both to spread his popularity and to attract the attention of Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, killing two birds with one stone.

"Let's go!"

On the caravan carport hung a circle of human heads, like dark lanterns, and like silent bells, and the body swayed, and the heads swayed. Loose greasy hair, blue-gray complexion, dead fish-like eyes, hideous, grinning expression......

The caravan had a dark, terrifying, and eerie aura, like the Grim Reaper's car coming out of hell, and it drove towards Rose Creek......

At noon, when there was a dense flow of people and traffic, Jacob, Sophie, and Eve stepped into Rose Creek in full view of everyone. Jacob is handsome, handsome and elegant like a medieval aristocracy, with an inexplicable temperament, gentle and cold and evil; Sophie's eyebrows are picturesque and beautiful, and the kind of hooking desire ~ fire and quiet temperament amazes all beings; and Eve's fiery figure, the big grinning youthful and invincible atmosphere is also eye-catching, plus a caravan like the Grim Reaper's car. Everywhere they went, everyone gasped, and then the chatter continued.

"It's ...... This is...... What's the situation?!"

"Look! Isn't that the Rose of the Grimm family that was destroyed by Anthony Wade by the Hand of Death a few days ago?"

"Shut up, beware of being ......"

"Why are there so many heads?!"

"Bounty Hunter?!"

"Could it be the bounty hunter Miss Green found?

"It's going to be lively now!"

"Another fool sent to death!"

......

Listening to the discussion of the onlookers, Jacob was still very satisfied with the way he entered the city. He watched as more and more people came around, more and more people pointing at them. Jacob knew it was time to release the news and satisfy the curiosity of these people.

"Hi everyone!"

Jacob rode on horseback and waved his hand to greet the onlookers, with an elegant smile on his face.

"Are you a bounty hunter?"

A teenage boy tiptoed to look at the heads of the people in the caravan, then looked at Jacob with adoration.

"Yes, I'm Jacob Frye. A bounty hunter. ”

Jacob pointed to the heads of the caravan and laughed: "These are the heads of the evil Borg Gang, they were destroyed by me the day before yesterday, and you don't have to worry about meeting them in the future." ”

"The Borgs?! Oh God! It was them! I didn't expect you to hunt them down! That's a big bounty!"

A drunken drunkard struggled to squint at the caravan with sleepy eyes, and when he heard the head of the Borg gang on it, his hangover immediately woke up, his sleepy eyes wide open, and drooling water.

"Ding—"

A Mexican eagle rolls down at the feet of the drunkard, making a pleasant jingle sound.

The drunkard pounced on him, clutched the Mexican Eagle in his hand, then looked at Jacob flatteringly, nodded and said, "Mr. Fry, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Do you know where Officer Donald is?"

Jacob pulled out a few more Mexican eagles and tossed them around in his hand, and the coins collided with each other with a clattering sound. The crisp and pleasant sound of silver coins striking is simply the most beautiful sound in the world for an alcoholic.

"As long as you take me to Officer Donald, these Mexican Eagles in my hands will be yours. ”

The drunkard looked at the Mexican Eagle in Jacob's hand and swallowed greedily, and shouted with joy on his face, "I know! I know! I know where Sheriff Donald is!"

He bent down to peep at Sophie, but he didn't dare to look at Sophie directly, as if he was ashamed to say to himself, "Since returning from injury at Miss Green's wedding a few days ago, Officer Donald hasn't left Rose Creek. I can take you to Sheriff Donald, but you must give me the silver first......"