"I have a vague feeling," said the little spoon on the pipe, and she and the albatross decided to go to Ula Town at this time, "Could it be that you deliberately let him go?"

"Hehe," the albatross was still carrying the pig, "not believing in your teammates is very deadly in the mission." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info But you're the first mission, so I won't say more. ”

"I know," replied Spoon, "but it always feels strange, even though I'm inexperienced in my first mission." As a four-star assassin, you've hunted down even more cunning people. How could a bard run away?"

"You know, it's you, not me, who are exposed in advance," replied Albatross, "and if I were you, I wouldn't let him out of my sight easily, and even if I did, he wouldn't be able to escape." But the problem is that it's you who takes the task, so I didn't say anything. ”

"But he said he went to wash his hands, so I can't follow, right?"

"Washing hands and going to the toilet and the like belong to times when people's defense is relatively lax, and assassination is more effective at this time. ”

The little spoon was speechless, and could only shake his clothes in frustration.

"You're too clean, the roads are muddy on rainy days, and my shoes are deliberately dirty. The albatross lifted his foot, "You exposed your strength too early, and you were too deliberate in reading books in the hotel." As an Assassin, you still have a long way to go. ”

"Okay, but I always felt like you were misleading me. Little Spoon replied, "You gave me a task, but you came with me." In that case, wouldn't it be over for you to stab him to death yourself?Hey~ Or do you have a crush on me?

The albatross stopped talking and threw a pig at the small spoon. The little spoon caught the pig and placed it on the ground. At this time, the pig barked unnaturally.

"Then I'll go back, and the pig will lend it to you. The albatross went back with his pocket, "I'll be waiting for you in Sams Hill Village." ”

To be honest, the reason why Albatross went to find Little Spoon to take on the task was, of course, not because he didn't want Kevin to die. If there was one person in the entire Assassins' Guild who could possibly defy the President, it would probably be his daughter. However, to say that Albatross deliberately let Kevin go, it is absolutely wronged, he did have similar thoughts, but he never did it.

As a fellow Assassin, there are certain things that you can't say nonsense, and you can't easily express your true intentions. After thinking about it, he simply threw her a pig and let her watch it herself.

The little spoon is also a little angry, and the attitude of the albatross seems to be the feeling of not being able to do without me, depending on what you do. The little spoon is young and vigorous, and of course he is not convinced. Immediately picked up the pig from the ground: "Is the smell still there?" ”

As a result, the pig seemed to be half dead, and its two hooves were hanging and completely motionless. The little spoon was strange, and secretly wondered if the posture of his own carrying was wrong, so he tried to carry the pig to his left shoulder, and checked it: "Hey!

Still unresponsive, the little spoon couldn't help but put it down. With her strength, she doesn't think it's too heavy, it's just that this pig smell is a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey!" the little spoon pinched the pig's nose hard, "What's the matter? Look down on me?"

The pig just opened its mouth and still didn't move.

The little spoon pinched it again, and in a moment, the white fat pig finally became irritable and writhed his head wildly. Little Spoon took the opportunity to threaten: "Give me directions, do you know?"

The pig's head nodded slightly, as if agreeing, and the little spoon immediately let go. So the pig lay down again, as if lying still was its greatest pleasure.

"You ......" the little spoon immediately pinched its nose and mouth again, the pig was irritable again, as soon as he let go, the pig lay down again, and so on several times, the white fat pig was still lying on his stomach without interest, and the little spoon was completely helpless, but made his own pig saliva in his hand.

"Alas!" the little spoon grabbed a random blade of grass from the side of the road and rubbed his hand, "Get out of here!

In an instant, the pig's eyes shone brightly, and he got up with a grunt, turned around and ran away. The little spoon's teeth are itchy, but this is someone else's pet, and it's inconvenient to play at will.

On the other side, at the gate of Ula Town, several carriages arrived. These were all sent by nearby farmers to buy swill, and the town had long been accustomed to throwing swill buckets outside the fence the next night in the town tavern or something. It also includes garbage, which can be disposed of along with the swill. Usually the carriage would come early the next morning, but it rained this morning, so it was late.

The guards at the gate of the town naturally stepped forward to negotiate, and two orc slaves got down from the carriage. Five big and three thick, two fangs on the side of the mouth are upturned, green horseman, the bare upper body shows strong muscles, but also shows the whip marks on the top, the lower body is a pair of tattered pants, walking barefoot. If these orc slaves stand up straight, they are half a head taller than the average human race. However, the Terrans stipulate that they must bow their heads at all times, and that they must not be taller than adult humans.

Most of the beasts living in the human race are slaves, they have long been domesticated, and the beast nature on their bodies has basically disappeared, leaving only servility. There are also many tribes within the beast clan, but no matter which tribe, they all have brute force and are good at work. Generally, one orc is enough to top three people, and this kind of dirty work is the most suitable for them to come. However, they also eat a lot, which is usually enough for three people.

According to the procedure, the two orcs paid the money, put down the two empty wooden barrels, and carried the swill buckets into the car. There was no communication either, and the bucket of swill seemed to be a little fuller than usual, but they wouldn't ask too much.

After a moment of loading, the two orcs drove away silently, and the guards would not talk nonsense with them, and returned to their posts on their own. The town was as peaceful and tranquil as ever. After a few moments, Little Spoon came up alone and asked the guard again if there had been any such thing as a bard, and the guard replied no. Little Spoon had no choice but to live in the town first, just coming and going in the rain, his clothes were wet, and he also needed to change and wash.

In the evening, the wagon with the swill bucket finally arrived at the nearby city of Stanbings. Of course, the guards of the big city are much stricter, and the two orcs must also get out of the car to be inspected and show their passes.

Although this is the mainland of Lou Paule, other countries on the border will never invade here. However, within the country, there are also fiefdom entanglements of the aristocracy, and private soldiers often engage in small-scale armed fights, and there are also gangs and factions between the city lords and city lords, and contradictions and confrontations. In short, this is also a very complicated situation, and the search in the main city is also very strict, even if it is a swill bucket, they have to poke it twice with a stick.

Suddenly a person stood up in the bucket, and the vegetable leaf soup was splashed everywhere. Everyone at the city gate was horrified, and the guards immediately drew their swords and shouted: "Who is it?"

"Bard!" replied, his eyes glazed out of the soup, and he was still wiping them desperately.

"What are you hiding in a bucket of swill?" asked the guard.

"In search of inspiration. The other party barely finished wiping it, and he could finally see his face clearly.

"Kevin?" recognized him by one of the captains of the guard, who had been on the road all year round, and had been to this city. Most people who have been to the tavern will still recognize him.

"Hey, it's me. Kevin crawled out of the bucket of swill with some difficulty, emitting a sour smell, and the guards couldn't help but take a step back.

"Bards are not easy. The captain of the guard still had a look of disbelief on his face, but since he knew each other, it was much easier to talk.

"Well, the protagonist of my most recent novel was dodging assassination in a bucket of swill," Kevin replied casually, "so I decided to squat inside the bucket myself and feel what it was like." ”

The guards looked at each other and were amazed. But since he wasn't a fugitive or a suspicious person, there was no reason to stop him from entering the city. The captain raised his hand and waved it to indicate the release.

But Kevin shook his head: "I won't go into the city, I'll walk around the city." After saying that, he had already walked outside, leaving the guards and civilians talking about it.

If you want to get rid of the assassin hunt completely, you can either go to a place where no one knows you, change your profession, or seek a shelter, or jump out and fight with the assassin guild.

The third method is undoubtedly impossible, and it only belongs to the protagonists who pick up urinals. The first method was actually too difficult, and Kevin decided to find his own shelter anyway. But many people in Stanbing City know him, and his vegetable soup is too eye-catching. I originally wanted to mix in the swill bucket and come out again on the farm, but I didn't expect the gatekeepers to check it so strictly.

If the other party's intelligence is fast, I am afraid that he will already know his whereabouts at this time. And there are many rules in the teleportation point in the city, and people who are not neatly dressed are not allowed to enter. Before you want to go in and teleport directly, you have to take a shower first. Where should I go to take a bath? Who in the city will receive a person with a body of soup? I can only solve it outside the city.

By the way, Kevin hasn't eaten since last night, and he's been hungry for a long time. It's also good to have some game in the wild.

As the night gets darker, it is generally considered that it is not advisable to hunt at night, but there are no beasts here, and it doesn't matter. There is a creature of black-haired chickens here, and it is also a rare game. Black-haired chickens only come out at night, so there are many villagers here who go out to catch chickens at night.

However, this kind of chicken is very agile, and it is not so easy to catch it. If you had lit a torch to look for it, the chicken would have run away. Many villagers are looking for it, but whether they can find it depends on luck.

A black-haired chicken sold to the hotel is worth 3 silver coins, which is a small fortune for the average farmer. Kevin didn't expect such good luck, he just planned to pick some wild fruits and mushrooms to satisfy his hunger.

There is no need to light a torch for lighting, and you can easily get a lot of mushrooms by rummaging through dark and damp places. In just a moment, he held a pile in his hand, and walked to a small stream to wash it. Finding some dry firewood in the woods is the hardest part, as it has just rained.

Kevin had no choice but to cut off some of the damp bark of some of the branches that could still be used, cut off part of it with his wood knife, and then found some down to use as a starting material, emptied a piece of land by the stream, and began to build a fire.

Kevin once tried to drill wood for fire, which was a very tiring job, thankfully not needed today, he had a magical flint. This is a special item for magicians, and when the magic power is condensed, it will naturally give birth to a flame. Normal use can guarantee ten years of damage, strictly speaking, the same material as the spar core used to make the staff, but this thing is a waste material, and it is used to make flint.

With this thing, it is naturally not a problem to start a fire. After a while, the flames were already raging, and Kevin put the wet wood on the side to bake it, and then put it in when it was dry, believing that cooking the mushrooms would not be a problem. Now there's only the bowl left.

But this is the least of a problem for the magician, and a magic shield has been formed with Kevin's left hand open. Gently enlarge the concave surface of the magic shield, then scoop water into the nearby stream and set it on a fire to bake.

Magic is cast in the form of spells or formations or some other way, and the magic released is generally fixed until level 7 mage. One spell corresponds to one magic, and only after level 7 can you have a deeper understanding of the true meaning of magic.

For example, a magic shield must be released on the side of the hand, presenting an arc-like surface, which can cover half of the body at the maximum, and cannot be smaller than your own hand. After becoming proficient, you can recite silently, but silent recitation is also recitation. As long as it is a magic shield spell, it must be released, unless it is mispronounced or level 7 or higher. Legend has it that magisters above level 7 can mold magic shields into their own statues, and shape them into everything imaginable.

But one thing is inevitable, the power of the magic shield is difficult to greatly improve. Not even the Grand Magus could change that. Of course, the Grand Magus can release thousands or hundreds of shields in an instant, and the pressure can crush the other side.

Kevin is currently only a Level 1 Magician, popularly known as the Magic Apprentice level. To be honest, he has been practicing magic for 20 years, but unfortunately, his physique is inherently unable to accept any elemental power. No matter how much you practice, you can't release a level 2 spell. This constitution is very common on the mainland, and almost 60% of magicians are like this. They have no chance of progressing, and can only use magic missiles and magic shields forever.

Kevin's ambition to become a bard is also largely for this reason. Because he felt that he could no longer become a strong mage, he could only retreat to the second.

However, even a level 1 mage can make a lot of changes in a limited number of spells, and he can also give a lot of convenience in life. It's not difficult to transform the magic shield into a bowl-sized one. Although Kevin has a hard time accepting the elements, he can feel the elements, so that the fire element below can better pass through the magic shield, and it is not difficult to cook mushroom soup. This kind of bowl is more effective than ordinary iron pots.

Although he is a level 1 mage, his spiritual power has been cultivated for many years after all. In this regard, he is no less than a mage of the same age, and he is not tired at all from holding a magic shield.

But even if the pot is good, after all, it is only boiled mushrooms in plain water, and there is no salt, so it is estimated that it will not taste too good. But in order to fill the stomach, I don't care about these things.

In a moment, the water boiled, Kevin held a shield in his left hand, put mushrooms in his right hand, and added firewood, and was very busy. Suddenly, a farmer came over from the woods and was curious to see what Kevin was up to. Instantly shocked, he flew up and kicked Kevin's shield directly.

The soup splashed again, the mushrooms spilled all over the floor, and Kevin sat there stunned.

"It's poisonous!" roared the farmer.

Kevin: "......" (I've been traveling for 10 years, can I still not know what mushrooms are poisonous and what are not?)

"Tsk, you stink," the farmer said, covering his nose, "I'm leaving." ”

Kevin: "......"