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The deer legs are flipped over the campfire, the fat drips, and the venison gradually becomes golden, soft and fragrant.

Edith sniffed the smell of flesh in the air, and her saliva was about to water. She stared intently at the barbecue, as if the venison would fly away in the blink of an eye. She remembers the last time she ate meat was more than half a year ago, on the occasion of the Festival of the Sun, when a kind hunter gave her a small piece of wild boar. Edith reluctantly looked away and looked at Albert, who was concentrating on the barbecue, her eyes narrowed into crescents. She had never been happier than she was now, as if she had just eaten a big spoonful of blueberry jam and her heart was so happy.

It feels good to have her father's love, little Edith thought to herself.

"It's ready to eat, little glutton. Albert smiled, cut off a large piece of meat, and handed it to little Edith.

"Albert, you're so nice. Edith smiled and took the roast, but didn't eat it. "Grandmother, be careful. She placed the meat on her grandmother's plate.

"Thank you, dear. Grandmother stroked Edith's hair. "Mr. Albert, thank you for the sumptuous food you have prepared. Grandmother nodded to Albert, and though she couldn't see, she could hear where Albert was.

"You're welcome, ma'am, have you forgotten? Albert chuckled.

"You're a good boy. Edith's grandmother nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. She was so happy that she didn't have to worry about Edith's future anymore.

"Thank you for the compliment, ma'am. Albert said, cutting off another large piece of venison and putting it on Edith's plate. "Edith, listen to me, and quit her job on the ranch tomorrow. You're still a kid, your time should be spent playing with other children, stop worrying about food, I'll make you worry about food and clothing. He told her.

"Hmm. Edith smiled, heartily laughing. No child is not playful, and the mature and sensible Edith is no exception.

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The sun rises in the east, and the radiance of God shines into the world.

Albert left the house with the skinned deerskin on his shoulders, intending to sell it at the town's market to buy some necessities.

I don't know how long it took for Albert to see an old town. Of course, it seems a bit inappropriate to call it a small town. To be exact, this is a very large village, without even a moat, and the jagged wooden stakes form a simple low wall, and it is not difficult to guess the depression in it. However, Albert didn't care about the economy here, and he didn't worry that no one would buy deerskins. He knew very well that there would be rich people wherever he was poor, and he was confident in his skinning skills.

Albert walked the rutted, dirty loess road, looking for the location of the market.

Suddenly, a bulletin board at the corner of the street caught his eye.

The bounty quest at the top of the bulletin board is actually a bounty for him, and the maximum bounty is as high as 1 million gold coins.

The Pafia Empire actually issued a commission to the Mercenary Guild, Albert smiled, with such a high bounty, he even had the urge to arrest himself.

Despite the high bounty, the bounty looks ridiculous, more like the Buffia Empire is doing. In order to demonize him, the portrait on the bounty mission is ugly and hideous, and does not resemble Albert at all except for his hair color. The other portrait of the half-dragon was identical, but he couldn't be transformed into a half-dragon now.

Albert shook his head and turned away, ignoring the sarcastic but thankful bounty.

After arriving at the bustling market, he looked for a more remote vacant seat. No way, he came a little late, and the good positions have already been occupied.

Looking at the yelling vendors around him, Albert couldn't help but laugh. Presumably the only magician who made a living from hunting, he shook his head, spread the deerskin on the cloth, and waited for business to come to his door.

Despite Albert's poor location and lack of violentness like the other vendors, the well-complete deerskin still attracted a lot of onlookers.

Many people came forward to inquire and bargain, and in the end, the deerskin was sold to a merchant for a high price of 80 copper coins.

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After buying some salt, vegetables, and bread, Albert used the remaining 30 copper coins to buy two new clothes for Edith and her grandmother, as well as a small puppet sewn from rags and filled with cotton wool, which the little girl would love. Albert was carrying a large bag in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised a curvature, and his steps sped up a lot, and he couldn't wait to see the happy appearance of the little girl.

I don't know how long it was, but it was already afternoon when Albert returned to the village.

Far away, he saw little Edith sitting on the stone pier of the ranch in a daze, which made him a little surprised, and he didn't know why the little girl didn't resign.

Albert quietly came behind the little girl, and the two sheepdogs did not bark this time. "My little princess, what are you thinking?" he took out the little puppet and shook it in front of the little girl's eyes.

"Albert, you're back. The little girl suddenly looked back and smiled as bright as a flower, as if nothing could make the little girl sad. "What is this?" her eyes quickly caught the little puppet in Albert's hand.

"It's a puppet, do you like it?" said Albert.

"Hmm. Edith nodded vigorously, proving the truth of her words. "For me?" she asked him.

"Of course. Albert nodded. "It's a gift for you, but not now. After speaking, he restrained his smile and looked at the little girl seriously.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" said Edith, looking at Albert timidly. "If I upset you, please tell me. She cared more about Albert's feelings than about the Muppet.

"No, Edith, you didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to ask you a small question. Albert brushed aside the bangs that were in Edith's way and realized his mistake. He was a little annoyed, he really shouldn't have made such a joke. It may not be much to the other children, but Edith, who has lost both parents, cares a lot about what others say, especially what people she cares about. "Don't look at me with fear, we're family. He reminded her and handed the puppet to the little girl.

"Thanks, I thought you were angry. Edith smiled again, she was really afraid that she had done something wrong, that Albert would hate her, that she would not want her.

"Can you tell me why you didn't quit?" said Albert in the gentlest tone of his life.

Edith shook her head and hung her head.

"We are family. Albert crouched down and stroked the little girl's black hair.

"The farmer did not agree with my resignation. Edith looked up. "He's going to kick us out of the village. She looked at him, her voice low and inaudible.

"Rest assured, no one can drive us away. Albert saw the fear in Edith's eyes. "I'll leave my resignation to me. He swore that an imperceptible glint flashed in his eyes.

"Actually, I like this job. Edith shook her head, a little insincere. "I'm serious. Seeing that Albert was indifferent, she emphasized it again. The farmer's two guards were stronger than the ploughing ox, and the farmer himself was also very powerful, and all the disobedient villagers were severely lectured. Although Albert is a magician and much more powerful than the villagers, there are many people on the other side, the little girl thought to herself, she didn't want Albert to be hurt.

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Albert came to the only two-story building in the village.

He raised his hand, but instead of knocking, he swung his fist into a large hole in the wooden door.

Albert broke down the door and looked around. "Where's the farmer?" his gaze fell on the servant who had fallen into a stupor.

The servant looked at Albert, and then at the smashed wooden door. "Building... Upstairs. He swallowed and stammered, fearing that he would be the next to crush.

"Thank you. Albert nodded and walked up the stairs. Arriving in the hallway on the second floor, he listened for a moment and pushed open a door. What catches your eye is a fat and bloated middle-aged man, with a strong man sitting on either side of it. "Which one is the farmer?" asked Albert with a blank face.

At the same time, two strong men stood up and walked slowly towards Albert. "Who am you?" the obese middle-aged man frowned, sensing the other party's magic fluctuations.

"Do you want to talk, or do you want to fight first. Albert glanced at the two strong men who were getting closer, and then at the farmer. Judging from the fluctuation of vitality, the strong man and the farmer were both apprentice martial artists, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"I'll have to see if you're qualified. The farmer smiled lightly.

Albert nodded, not continuing. He can sense the opponent's strength, but the opponent's strength is too low, and he can only sense energy fluctuations, not his specific strength.

At this moment, two strong men smashed their fists. Albert smiled and threw his fists together, smashing the two strong men back, almost falling out of the window.

"Am I eligible?" Albert clapped his hands and looked at the dumbfounded farmer.

The farmer came back to his senses, looked at the two guards with broken arms and rolling on the ground, and nodded in a daze. "What do you want to talk about, sir?" he said, squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Edith. Albert said indifferently. "Mr. Farmer, you are such a great man that you threaten a five-year-old child. He stared at the farmer, and there seemed to be a flame in his eyes, flickering and dimming.

"I ......" the farmer tried to defend something, but he was speechless.

"I won't embarrass her again. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then changed the conversation and said seriously.

"I hope you keep your promises. Albert nodded, then whispered a few words as a fireball erupted, smashing a large hole in the wall.

When the farmer saw this, he sat down on the ground, and his face turned pale with fright, and he did not expect that a magician had come to this small village in the middle of nowhere. "Rest assured, Your Excellency the Magician, I will keep my promise. He swore by it.