"Did you find anything?" the "weird-bearded uncle" with his weird hairstyle yawned heavily, pulling out a thick stack of files from under the counter. He was clearly awake www.biquge.info had barely had time to take care of his favorite blonde hair—this was the aristocratic hair color of Durau, those high-ranking and high-ranking people, who rarely intermarried with commoners, and even the down-and-out aristocratic families insisted on ensuring the purity of their blood.

But it is inevitable that one or two people with blond hair will appear among the civilians. The general explanation is that it is the noble blood of the ancestors who have regained their glory because of their noble personality, and the nobility will also look up to such people.

This "noble" man, squinting and combing his hair, looked like he was ready to fall asleep at any moment.

Byron handed him the caravan flag that had been wrapped around him at the beginning, and the two quickly completed the handover, and Byron took the mission statement he handed him and laughed.

A mechanical voice sounded softly in his head: Detection mission, done. Byron opened the quest panel and quickly saw his degree of completion, and sure enough, he couldn't reach 100% without the head of a goblin.

[Path of the Jackal]: 80% completion

[Quest Description]: As more and more people disappear into this trail, the local lords have issued bounties in the Adventure Guild.

[Reward Item]: 10 gold coins

[Bonus XP]: 75

He raised the wizard's level to level 2, instantly filling up the already empty mana and increasing the maximum mana by two points.

Stats instantly change to XP: 58 (Wizard Level 2: 0/200)

Mana: 10/10

As the wizard's level increased, Byron felt that the whole world became clearer in front of his eyes, he closed his eyes, and a vague feeling made him know that the uncle in front of him was looking at him suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why he got the task statement, so he suddenly became stunned.

So Byron opened his eyes and smiled at him, the uncle was stunned, and then asked: "Byron, are you interested in going to the cemetery to see, two days ago, Daddy Ait's grave was dug by tomb robbers, and he came to me in a hurry and issued a task to reward tomb robbers." However, someone passing by the cemetery saw the decomposing body of Daddy Aite wandering around the cemetery, so the mission was changed. ”

Byron looked in the direction of his finger, isn't it the skeleton mission posted on the door, but it's clear that this guy is talking about rotting corpses, zombies and skeletons are still different, right?

"When the rotting corpse is called a skeleton, how do I not know?" Byron stared at him with an unkind expression.

"Uncle Strange Beard" spread his hands and said helplessly: "You know, that guy Aite, poor and picky, blocked me at the door for several hours, for the sake of old friends for many years, so ......"

"So, you're here again to trick us poor adventurers. Byron shook his head and refused, "Let's go to the temple for help." ”

After his father's death, Aite was reluctant to ask the priest to pray, so he dug a pit and buried his father's body in the cemetery, and now he is in big trouble - cleaning up the corpses that have come alive in the cemetery is not within the responsibility of the priest and the guard, and if they want to do it, they have to spend a lot of money.

The uncle begged one last time, and Byron shook his head and withdrew, joking, the money Aite gave was not enough for him to buy a bottle of holy water. And carrying an ordinary sword that has not been wiped with holy water to cut zombies...... This kind of idiot probably hasn't been born yet. It is estimated that the quest for the [Graveyard Skeleton] will be hanging there forever.

Byron didn't ask "Uncle Weirdbeard" for news, because this guy was notoriously unheard-of......

It's hard to imagine that the person in charge of the Explorer's Hall would be so "unworldly".

First, there are very few mercenaries and adventurers in the town. Since the last guy who reported information was beaten out with a stick, Byron has only been here once in a while.

Second, this guy only cares about eating...... So there are rumors that he eats children, of course Byron will not admit that this is a story he made up, otherwise where would his prestige among bear children?

He continued along the path, and not far away was the Chablis Tavern. Early in the morning, of course, there are no customers there, but if you give the boss a few copper coins, he can tell you all the miscellaneous things that the lord farted in public at dinner yesterday morning, regardless of etiquette. Of course, whether it is true or false is up to you to judge.

A wooden house in front of it, more than twice the size of the others, is the tavern. On the old door, a round log sign swaying in the wind hangs from a piece of wood, and a large oak barrel is outlined in black earth lacquer on the dull wooden surface.

Byron pushed the door in, and he should have seen two long wooden tables by the window on the right side of the cabin, where the morning sun was shining through the glass window on the dusty floor, and at the counter, Chablis, the miser, was flipping through the yellowed ledger to make sure that the accounts had been counted last night.

However, at the moment.

The room was littered, with scattered wooden tables piled up in one corner, and a tall middle-aged man with a big belly sweeping the glass shards on the floor. His head was wrapped in thick gauze, his thick brown hair hid the wounds, and his face was swollen. Apparently, he went through some torture last night.

In the past, this tall and chubby guy has always been on the dominant side in fights, and it seems that it was not one or two who attacked last night.

Chablis heard the door open, looked up, and his eyes lit up instantly, and he let out a happy sigh, and threw the broom in his hand to the ground.

"Byron, you're back. ”

"What's going on?" said Byron, who had a moment to jump on the counter and sit down, looking deaf.

Chabliton was as if he had found an organization, full of energy...... Begin to state the ten counts of hooligans and bullies.

To put it simply, last night, a few hooligans came in to drink and beat up a few regulars here, and he ran to dissuade him, of course, those hooligans beat him up too, and also extorted him a "huge sum".

"You can't solve a few little rascals, tsk" Byron's expression of hatred for iron and steel pierced Chably's heart deeply, his face turned red, and he scolded angrily: "Damn little brat!"

Since Byron's appearance is slightly inclined to the oriental face, he looks unusually young. When he first arrived in Vic, Chablis taught him not to harbor unrealistic illusions, that adventurers are not so easy to be, etc.

However, as Byron became active in the village, he probably accepted Byron as a wild mage (a mage with no official lineage). But she still keeps calling him a little brat, or a damn little brat.

"Do you want me to teach them a lesson, but it's time for you to pay for it this time. Byron jumped off the counter, and it was too uncomfortable to sit on it.

"No need. Chablis's face froze, and he shook his head: "There's no need to provoke them. By the way, I still owe you wages. ”

He ran two steps to the counter, and suddenly remembered that there was no penny left, so he said, "You wait first, go and get you the money." ”

"Wait a minute, Uncle Chablis, I've come to you on business. Byron didn't insist on it, and it might be counterproductive to teach the scoundrels a lesson.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to know what's going on in the town these days. ”

"You mean?"

"It's all the things you've heard and seen these days. Byron said with a serious face, but the next moment Chabli crushed his seriousness.

"Oh~ This thing, you have to add money. ”

Byron's face darkened instantly.

"Just kidding, what are you doing so seriously, little brat. Chablis laughed, feeling his depressed mood improve.

Byron ate brown bread and listened to Chablis babble around the wooden table, only occasionally interrupting his trivia of trying to describe the physiognomy of certain women.

When he heard that the bully of the Lucky Friend had begun to collect taxes from the townspeople, and that he was collecting more, Byron stopped chewing and asked suspiciously, "What about the tax collector?"

"It is said that the guy escaped with the money, and the garrison has issued a wanted warrant. ”

Byron still remembers that every time he held the gold coin in his hand, the tax collector with the ledger rushed out of a place he would never have imagined, and stood in front of the young man with a face full of anger, as if Byron had taken advantage of the lord's great advantage, and stretched out a hand: "Have you paid your taxes?"

That guy might be dead......

And a servant who often came to the tavern, the manor, said: In the manor, there are already bullies of lucky friends living in it. And the baron's personal guard turned a blind eye.

Finally, Chabli concluded. "The town can't stay anymore. ”

Byron nodded in agreement.

"Amos said he had to leave as soon as possible, and asked me if I wanted to come along. ”

"So, you agreed to come with him?" Byron's eyes widened.

Chablis lowered his voice and glanced left and right with thief eyes: "Of course, what Amos said, you know. ”

"A middle-aged man full of affection. ”

"Huh?"

Byron shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head to take a bite of the soft black bread, which was not a conversation of the world.

"Thanks, I have something to do, so let's go first. Byron picked up the gold coin that Chablis had placed in front of him, and stood up.

Byron pushed open the wooden door, and the pedestrians outside hurried by with their heads down, all with worried faces on their faces. He clenched the money bag in his hand and decided to find someone.

He quickly paced to the door of the grocery store, but the door was closed, Byron knocked hard, and shouted a few times, before a balding middle-aged man opened a crack in the door, and his squinting eyes were full of impatience: "Byron, buy something?"

As soon as Byron said "no...", the other party closed the door.

"More than ......" He knocked hard again helplessly, and the bald middle-aged man cracked a crack in the door, with a hint of anger on his flabby face: "Byron, if you don't buy anything, get out of here, wait until those guys are called, you and I have no good fruit to eat." ”

Byron had no choice but to take out a gold coin and shake it in his hand.

So the greedy guy immediately let Byron in, and then looked left and right at the door, and after making sure that no one was following, he closed the door.

"Don't be so cautious, I'm a regular customer. Byron cried out as soon as he entered.

The balding middle-aged uncle let out a disdainful snort from his nose: "You adventurers, don't you help whoever gives money? ”

"Why, I feel like you're talking about yourself......"

"Shut up, say what you want, I'm going to pack my bags. The bald uncle urged.

"Got it, I want one, well, Uncle Amos, do you think it's better for me to use a knife or a sword?" asked Byron, licking his face.

"Haven't you always used a sword, though your swordsmanship can make people laugh off their big teeth. ”

“...... Then I will have a sword, a bag, and a cloak, and a rope, and wool, and oil, and ......," Byron counted on his fingers.

The bald uncle's thin eyebrows erected: "Can't you just say that the equipment is lost?

"Hey, hey. Byron laughed and recounted his time in the Goblin Cave.

"That idiot Sam was there, too, I thought he was killed. The uncle shook his head: "You shouldn't have come back." ”

Byron raised his eyebrows, and the main event came.

The uncle continued: "The situation is terrible now, and the baron should be imprisoned. ”

Byron nodded, and rightfully so.

"Those lucky friends guys are nothing more than a bunch of low-level hooligans, but. The uncle glanced at Byron with his triangular eyes, saw that he was in good spirits, and then continued: "A wizard has come recently. ”

Byron sat up straight.

"The wizard seems to be looking for something in the manor, but that's not my concern. The uncle narrowed his eyes: "Those lucky friends' bastards dare to hit Ariel's attention, I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

"Those bullies?" Byron waved behind him, and a girl with braided hair was hiding on the wooden staircase with blue eyes open, greeting Byron through the fence.

Amos turned around, and the girl stuck out her tongue mischievously and hid upstairs.

"Hmph, look, my daughter can't marry a down-and-out adventurer like you. "The uncle's nose is crooked, and the two guys dare to flirt in front of him!

Byron said with a smile and a smile: "Uncle Amos, in my hometown, it is normal to greet each other like this. ”

The uncle snorted angrily and stuffed hemp rope and water bags into the backpack for adventurers.

"By the way, uncle, this time, I came to you to ask about stealth skills. ”

Amos's eyes gradually turned cold, and he stared at Byron for two seconds: "Stealth is not as easy as you think, and besides, you are looking for death." ”

"You're underestimating me. ”

"You must be looking up to yourself, you saw the [Graveyard Skeleton] quest posted on the bulletin board (Adventurer's Hall), right?"

"You mean...... Who is that wizard?"

Amos nodded, sneered and said, "That's right, it's a necromancer, and he has two skulls on his cuffs. ”

Byron shuddered, and that was the sign of the 2-ring mage. He's just pathetic now, mage apprentice.

What's more, the other party is a wizard who specializes in the undead system, and a wizard like Byron, although he can use the spells of every spell faction, has not grown, but he is the weakest. Necromancers also have the most restrained and stealthy summoned creatures, the undead, and stealth is tantamount to death in front of these creatures who can look directly at the fire of life.

Byron quickly made a decision - to escape. This town has absolutely no strength to compete with that necromancer, and even if the two priests of the temple shoot together, they will not be able to survive a few rounds under each other's hands.

There was no mood to chat anymore, and the two completed the transaction in silence, but Byron added a little more, after all, he was leaving here, and he had to be prepared for a long trip.

He quickly went out of the house, intending to go back to the tavern to get some fresh food from Chablis, and the dry food in his backpack was harder than brown bread, a dark dish that Amos had concocted.

Byron followed the path to the Chablis tavern, where the wooden door was open, and a young man was leaning against the empty barrel in the doorway, looking him up and down with ill-willed eyes. Byron immediately recognized the other man's identity from the red clover imprinted on his arm with a soldering iron. The group of hooligans and bullies of the Lucky Friends.

A handful of young people in the town have joined the Lucky Friends, after all, in their opinion, it is a very face-saving thing to be able to make people feel scared and awe.

Chablis's screams could be heard faintly in the tavern, and Byron's face changed slightly, and he stretched out his right hand.