Lear actually had nowhere to go after he came out of the tavern, and the four horses he had brought with him were still in the stables in the center of the town, but the village council that provided him with temporary identification did not provide him with a safe place to stay, perhaps to stay in the hotel? Lear felt the tattered sheepskin in his arms and thought to himself, the world should not lack something like an inn.

When Lear wanders aimlessly in the market looking for an inn to stay in, the sun is engulfed by distant mountains, and at last darkness falls and he just walks into a dead end, he finds himself surrounded.

Three ragged and drunken men with sticks and harpoons block Lear at the entrance of the alley, trying to pretend to be vicious, but they don't know that this is more like a farmer with a dung fork in the game.

Sadly, Lear couldn't even beat the peasants.

"What are you going to do?"

He leaned against the wall at the bottom of the alley and looked like a thirteen-year-old boy should be flustered when he encountered a villain, but his mental power had already been wrapped around the magic scroll in his arms.

"It's only to blame that you have a huge amount of money and don't know how to restrain yourself, haven't your adults taught you the truth of not revealing your wealth? Now obediently throw the money bag over, and we will let you go." ”

First, a rosacea man said viciously to Lear. With that, he took another step forward, but because the alley was crowded, his other two companions could only follow him.

After roughly estimating the difference in strength between them, Lear found that he seemed to have no choice but to kill, although it was a bit of a knife to use magic arrows to deal with these three drunks who were not much better than farmers, but it was better than being robbed and stripped naked and thrown on the street.

But just as Lear was about to shout his newly prepared magic spell, a hammer struck the drunkard from behind, and then a shield broke the ribs of the man in front of him and slammed him directly into the wall like mud, and finally the hammer smashed down on the spine of the drunkard in front of him, and before Lear could react, the three corpses were already lying on the cold ground.

"Phew! Dare to snatch food from under Lord Bronn's hammer, you are really looking for death. ”

Lear, who had already recovered the spiritual power wrapped around the magic scroll, decisively stopped interrupting the magic after hearing this, and the short man like a barrel in the shadows was obviously not the righteous person he thought he was, but a real bandit.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, which can be seen from the fact that he did not hesitate to kill the killer just now.

"Boy, Master Bronn has taken a fancy to your money bag, and if you honestly hand it over, maybe I can save your life if I'm in a good mood. ”

Lear looked at the dwarf who was getting closer and talking to himself, and it was the first time he had seen a non-human creature up close, and after measuring the safe distance between them, he couldn't help but look at each other curiously.

Probably less than a meter and two meters tall, his horizontally developed body made him look like a fermented oak barrel, a large black beard hanging down on his chest was very much in line with the dwarven rough style, and only the cruel light that kept flashing in his eyes made him look like a real bandit rather than an honest friend.

"Can't you understand Lord Bron's words, human?"

The little man, who liked to call himself a master, stepped into a distance of only five meters from Lear's body, which was the last safe range set by the latter, and then, without warning, a light blue streamer appeared in front of his eyes.

"Accept your fate, little monster!"

At the same time as Lear shouted the spell, the dwarf who called himself Bronn had been hit by the magic arrow, although the dwarf has a proud talent in magic resistance, but unfortunately this time he was not favored by the goddess of the forest, the frenzied magic torrent instantly destroyed his cranial nerves and heart, and finally the old man pointed at Lear with a short and thick finger, and his face showed an expression of 'you actually poisoned the' and fell backwards heavily.

"Boom!" stirred up a cloud of dust.

The usefulness of the magic arrow exceeded Lear's expectations, at least until the use of it has produced a one-hit killing effect, the magic shield that Lear was worried about appearing on the dwarf's face did not come out, which made him save the mental power of using the second magic arrow and breathe a sigh of relief, after all, the feeling of being pulled out of the brain is not very pleasant, it is better to have less or less.

It seems that this killer weapon can really become an artifact for his own expansion and fame, Lear thought excitedly.

He walked in front of Lord Bron's corpse and crouched down, killing people and not overstepping the goods, which was not in line with Lear's style of making the most of his use, not to mention that it was a trophy from this kind of black eating black situation.

Half an hour later, Lear was given a bag of coins, including a dozen gold coins, five silver coins, some copper coins, and half a fragment of a sheepskin, and although he didn't know what it was, in the spirit of preferring to take it wrong, Lear still took it into his arms, and maybe one day he could discover a great treasure through it.

As for the dwarven weapons and shields, they were eventually abandoned by Lear because they were too heavy, of course, because the rusty war hammer could not be sold for a few bucks even if it was folded into scrap metal, and the wooden shield wrapped in copper sheets Lear felt that it was redundant even if it was used as a pot lid.

It doesn't matter if the bodies of the three drunkards are not searched, but if there is still some copper and the ability to earn money, he will not be tempted to hit him as a child.

What a good day, Lear whistled leisurely towards the center of town, it seems that the accommodation is so late that he will spend the night in the stable, it is not bad to be able to watch the horses, at least until the other three horses are sold tomorrow, these are the important possessions of Lord Lear.

Remembering the short dead ghost who liked to call himself the master, Lear added such a name to his title with a very bad taste.

It wasn't until Lear's figure completely disappeared into the shadows of the low houses in the center of the town that the dark shadow that had been hanging far behind him turned away, and in the moonlight he climbed over a few low walls and bamboo hedges to appear in a small dilapidated courtyard, and three black shadows came out from under the eaves at the same time, surrounding the dark shadow who had followed Lear's return in the center.

"How's it going?

"It's a bit tricky. Bart and the three of them followed the imp out of the tavern, and Yudoff followed Bart and them out, but by the time I arrived, they were all dead!"

"This can't be!" screamed a female shadow next to her.

"Even if Bart's three wastes die, they must have died in the hands of Yudoff, but how could Yudoff die? You must know that although that dwarf is greedy for money, he is a real level 2 warrior, and even we may not be able to take him down stably if it is one-on-one, is there a master behind that little ghost?"

As everyone knows, she was almost close to the truth of the truth at a glance.

As for Lear being a magician and Yudoff dying at the hands of the former, none of the people present thought so, because the thirteen-year-old magician was a little too appalling anyway.

"In this case, then our original plan will have to be carefully considered, if there is really a force behind that little ghost that we can't afford to provoke, we can not do this deal. ”

One of the slightly calmer voices made the final assertion.

"But Boss, Guina's injury needs the best medicinal herbs, and our savings have been exhausted, so why give up so easily, we only have such an opportunity to make money in front of us?"

The shadow who had been following Lear seemed to be dissatisfied with the boss's hasty decision, and because he had some special feelings for Guina, he couldn't help but protest on the spot.

"Shut up!"

A low roar came out of a calm voice.

"Don't forget you're mercenaries! but not robbers!"

After a pause, there seemed to be a hint of sadness and decadence in his voice.

"Guina is my daughter and I know how to treat her. ”

Without waiting for the others to speak, he turned and walked into the back of the hut made of thatch and broken planks.

He had to lower his spine to get through the low door, and when he pushed open the wooden door, which looked like it might shatter at any moment, a pungent smell of medicine and a weak cough came out at the same time.

The young man in black looked at the boss's curved back and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but was pulled by the woman next to him on his cuffs.

She shook her head at the young man, and the other middle-aged man who had been standing silently next to her let out a helpless sigh.

A few families are happy and a few are sad.

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