McGonagall Village is the largest of the villages around Far Mountain Castle, comparable to some of the smaller towns.

Ale wine is abundant here, and the best ale can even be sold in cities outside the distant mountain town.

Therefore, although McGonagall Village is only a village, the life of the villagers is quite affluent, and it can be regarded as a comfortable town.

Recently, however, the atmosphere in McGonagall Village has become more and more solemn.

Village guards patrol the village in groups to keep the village safe.

Especially on the night of the full moon every month, it is like facing a great enemy.

Because, every time at this time, there will be unmarried girls in the village who are drained of blood and die at home.

What's even more chilling is that these girls all have extremely happy smiles on their faces, which is extremely weird.

This situation has been maintained for half a year, that is, there have been six girls who have died so strangely.

It wasn't like no one had come to find out what was going on here.

For example, the church has sent two middle-level pastors to investigate the situation here.

However, neither of the two mid-level pastors found any information.

So, slowly, the heads of this part of the church condemned this place as a thief for various reasons.

As a result, the church never sent half a person again, which was equivalent to giving up McGonagall Village.

As for the bounty hunters and mercenaries, they can do things even if they receive the money.

But most of them are not strong guys, just a little better than ordinary people.

A lowly knight is a rare master among bounty hunters and mercenaries.

So, when I found some bounty hunters and mercenaries, but it didn't work.

Rao's wealthy McGonagall village gradually couldn't afford the sky-high asking price of the bounty hunters and mercenaries, and gave up on it.

Over time, the village became more and more repulsive to outsiders in the past six months.

The village, which had been rich and enlightened, became cloudy, rejecting outsiders and gradually became closed.

And a stranger wearing a cloak that covered his face and carrying a bow and arrow and a cross sword on his back naturally aroused alarm.

Al wore a cloak and looked at the village in front of him that was very different from what he had told him when he heard the old gun alive.

He frowned slightly, if he hadn't seen the name of McGonagall's village and the large number of ale barrels placed nearby.

Then Al really thought that he had gone to the wrong place and came to another village.

Walking forward slowly, Al looked at a few of the village guards standing at the entrance of the village, looking at his village guards with wary expressions.

He lowered his voice and asked, "This is McGonagall's Village, I wonder where the village is staying?"

McGonagall was guarded by two village guards, one of whom was older looking at Al, his eyes full of wariness.

"Who are you, mercenary, bounty hunter, or one of those shady things!"

Al looked at the middle-aged village guard who was approaching him as he spoke, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Because he could clearly feel the anger and dangerous aura emanating from the other party's body.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was just an ordinary person, then Al would have drawn his sword directly in an instant just now.

Taking a step back and waving his hand, Al spoke, "Sir, please relax, don't be nervous.

I'm just a wandering traveler and I've heard that the ale in McGonagall is the best in the area.

So I set out to try the ale wine of McGonagall and see the customs of McGonagall Village.

I have no hostility towards you, and I ask this gentleman to stand back, otherwise I won't just be beaten and not fight back!"

When these words came out, it showed that he had no malicious intentions, and he faintly showed his tough side.

And this also made the middle-aged village guard, who was originally excited, calm down a little and stop approaching Al.

It's just that the middle-aged village guard stopped, but the young village guard beside him suddenly drew his sword at Al!

"Outsider, get out of McGonagall Village, you are not welcome in our village!"

With a shout, the young village guard swung his sword and slashed at Al.

Seeing this, Al under the cloak stared, and instantly stepped forward and crashed into the arms of the young village guard.

Immediately after, his right hand grabbed the wrist of the young city guard's right hand swinging his sword.

At the same time, his left hand turned into a palm and struck the young city guard in the stomach with three points.

"Gross!"

This blow made the young village guard, who was just an ordinary person, spit out a large mouthful of sour water.

The whole person fell straight backwards.

And the convulsions and pain in his stomach made the young village guard's hands soft, and the cross sword in his hand came out of his hand.

And at this time, Al wiped it and took the cross sword directly in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, the worn-out cross sword that had been snatched from the young village guard was pressed against the shoulders of the middle-aged village guard.

At this time, no matter how angry and frightened they were, the two middle-aged village guards knew that they had met a strong man.

Looking at the two people with pale and stiff faces, Al slowly took the cross sword from the middle-aged village guard.

He then thrust his crosssword into the ground with his backhand, walked past the two men, and went straight into McGonagall's village.

The village of McGonagall has undergone great changes, and the villagers are all at risk and quite xenophobic.

But not everyone has become like this, and a small number of villagers are still as warm as ever.

Although the level of enthusiasm has diminished compared to before, it is a ray of light in McGonagall Village today.

Guided by an old man, Al made his way to a tavern on the edge of the village square in McGonagall.

Before the great change in McGonagall, it was frequented by merchants who came to buy and sell ale.

Today, however, the number of merchants in taverns has been greatly reduced.

There are only two or three big cats and small cats, and some villagers who have borrowed alcohol to kill their sorrows are drinking here to kill their sorrows.

And the lively atmosphere in the tavern has completely disappeared, and the atmosphere has become a little solemn.

Walking into the tavern and coming directly to the bar, Al looked at the bartender and said directly, "Is there a room?"

The bartender is a burly man, and his modest height makes him look like a tree stump.

He wiped the wine glass in his hand, which had been extremely clean, nodded and said, "The room is the same, five coppers a night."

This is the current price, and in the past, it cost at least one silver coin a night.

Even when the room was scarce, three silver coins was not much.

So you're in luck, but there's no dinner included with the price.

If you want to eat, you can come down and tell me, "One copper is enough, and three copper is good."

Your room is the one at the end of the second floor, and you're lucky, that room has a lot of light and it's cheap. ”

As he spoke, the bartender placed a key on the bar and continued to wipe down the already extremely clean glass.

Seeing the bartender wiping his glass weakly, Al picked up the key from the bar and walked to his room on his own.

I have to say that the bartender is indeed not exaggerating.

The window of the room at the end of the second floor faces the village square in McGonagall Village.

Sunlight shines directly into the room through the window, making the room warm and comfortable.

As for the futon in the room, although it is not new, it is very clean, and people can't feel disgusted.

Looking around the room, Al nodded slightly, then placed his salute and weapon on the table by the window.

Then he washed his face and hands with the water in the basin of the house, and then took off his shoes and clothes and went to sleep.

Tired for a day and a night, Al didn't sleep at all, so he slept quickly and soundly.

If it weren't for the knocks on the door, Al would have slept until the next morning.

But even so, Al slept from noon until nightfall, and it was already completely dark.

Hearing a knock on the door, Al got up from his bed and opened the door to his room.

The bartender stood outside the door and another middle-aged man who was slightly emaciated.

The two of them looked at Al, who was obviously only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Especially the middle-aged man, there was even a slight hint of distrust on his face.

Al raised his eyebrows slightly, ignoring the rich expressions on the faces of the two of them.

Instead, he directly let his body and let the two people outside the door enter the house.

Walking into Al's room, the bartender was fine, but the thin middle-aged man looked around.

Eventually, he paused his gaze on the crosssword and metal bow that El had placed on the table, revealing strips of cloth.

Then he turned his head and looked at Al, with a slightly flattering smile.

"This ...... This gentleman, I wonder if you defeated the village guard at the gate when you entered the village at noon?"

Hearing this, Al frowned slightly, and said, "What, are you here to get me out of here?"

As soon as he heard this, the middle-aged man immediately waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, this gentleman, don't misunderstand.

We know very well that those two village guards are the first to provoke you.

And you didn't hurt the two of them, sir, so let's talk about leaving.

It's just that I myself had a reluctant request, so I got rid of Han's treatment of me and came to you. ”

Han was apparently the bartender's name.

When the middle-aged man said about him, the bartender named Han nodded slightly to Al.

Nodding at the bartender Han, Al looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I don't know what you want me to help with?"

If I can do it, I can promise you, but I won't do it in vain. ”

Hearing that Al was being paid, the middle-aged man immediately nodded happily.

"Jonathan, the owner of a liquor shop in McGonagall's village.

I would like to ask Sir to protect my daughter, at least to protect her through the night of the full moon in a week.

I don't know if my husband can agree to this, as long as he can keep my daughter safe.

Then I will give my husband ten...... No, twenty, thirty gold coins.

I wonder if you can agree to this, sir?"