Lemongrass is not a wealthy village, and even though the Gate of the North has grown a lot in recent years due to adventurers, it has not enjoyed much profit. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the villagers showed some nervousness in their actions due to being harassed by monsters, most of them were still running for a living. Even though the temperature is no longer suitable for farming in the early winter, there are still many daily chores to keep busy.

Seeing a village woman drive a few piglets past him, Sir Leinster immediately stopped, and was not willing to go on until they had passed. At this moment, he frowned and looked at the path in front of him that was still dirty, and silently traced a circle of Rubik's Cubes beside him.

Soon, a gust of wind came from nowhere around his body Sir Leanster, and the filth that stood in his way was swept to both sides of the road in the blink of an eye. Not only that, but the magical breeze even swept away the dust that had been on the corners of the jazz's robes.

He was a nobleman, and he could casually use a spell to clear his way and keep himself elegant—despite this thought, Frick didn't show it on his face. No matter how abundant the magic power is, if you can use it in the details at will, you are not very sure whether your ability is enough to support its consumption, or you are used to spending your magic power in your daily activities.

At the same time, he noticed that Sir Leinster was not only using magic to prevent the garbage of the villagers' daily lives from soiling his body, but also leaving inconspicuous marks in places suitable for defense. It looked like a crow's feather, and the dull lines appeared in many places blown by the breeze, and then gradually merged with the background color, and finally disappeared into the air as if melting.

It was unclear what these fleeting marks meant, but Frick felt that Sir Leinster was getting to know Lemongrass and leaving a mark on important places. Although Urs Leinster claims that he needs the village chief's permission to lend a hand, in case the guy refuses his offer for some reason, he should be able to provide minimal support with magic that doesn't cause mutations.

And just as they were about to reach the village chief's house, Suval happened to come out of a nearby dwelling, holding a book that looked almost old. The moment he saw Frick, he straightened up and made a standard scrivener salute before slowly approaching him.

"It's a pleasure to see you back safely, Sierra Leone, I'll do as you ask......" As he approached, he put the book in his hand into the improvised satchel at his side until his attention was drawn to the unnatural breeze, "Uh, may I ask who this Mr. Wizard is?"

He may have seen Uls Leinster as one of the adventurers at first, but the breeze that spread around him and left traces of magic clearly changed his mind. His gaze followed the flow of mana, as if trying to determine what spells they were.

The young man's sense of magic was high, even among all the scribes Frick had ever met—at least better than him. In contrast to Frick, who can barely capture and manipulate magic, Suval can even discern the flow of magic.

With his level of perception, he should consider becoming a scrivener, but for some reason this young man chose to become a scrivener. With an innate sensitivity to magic, Suval quickly recognized that Sir Leinster was categorically different from other wizards.

It's not that there are no sorcerers who have taken the initiative to take the initiative to take risks, and Suval, who lives at the Gate of the North, has seen adventurers who claim to be different from each other in the past. But most of them don't have such powerful magic and don't cast spells on their hands to deal with everyday chores.

"I see, you are the descendant of Sierra Leone. ”

This is Sir Urs Leinster - when Frick was about to introduce Sir Leinster to Suval and briefly explain the encounter with him, the middle-aged nobleman who was still standing behind him suddenly stepped forward and took the initiative to talk to Suval.

"My name is Urs Leernst, and I am the head of the Raven Society. As he spoke, he took out the coat of arms and displayed it in front of Suval's eyes, "I came here to explore the traces of monsters, but I didn't expect that the situation would be more complicated than originally thought, so we must take appropriate action." ”

Speaking in a quiet but powerful voice, Urs Leinster briefly recounted his encounter with Frick and the others and what had happened since then, at an unhurried pace. Although he didn't deliberately emphasize his identity, he probably knew that he didn't think it was necessary.

Next, as if reading what Frick was thinking, he focused on encountering hordes of new species of monsters in the ruins cave. He didn't embellish his description, but chose to explain it in an accurate and academic way.

Listening to his description little by little, Suval's face became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is true that he has not seen real monsters a few times, and he does not know how much substantial damage the so-called "beast plague" will cause, but he can still feel the unnatural presence of those monsters from Sir Leinster's words.

Associative power and sensibility are as necessary as memory to become a scrivener, and the ability to organically integrate information and present a certain image in the mind is the basis for the use of words, but it is also due to the influence of both that a scrivener may be affected by an unnatural atmosphere and lose his mind.

"The village...... Have you been targeted by this monster...... It really doesn't get any worse than that. As if to hide his uneasiness, he tried to stand as straight as he could, but his unconsciously rubbing his fingers revealed his uneasiness, "Sir Leonster, thank you for your willingness to come to the aid of the village, I, no, my senior and I will contact Curator Black immediately." ”

Sir Leinster's description is only a retelling of the previous scene, so Suval does not feel the fear that Frick had felt before. Although his face was a little gloomy from the uncomfortable feeling, he could barely suppress the trembling of his body in response to Sir Leinster.

Before heading out, Flick asked him to go to the resident scrivener's house to read the literature, hoping to learn about the surroundings of the village and what had happened recently. Seeing that he brought a lot of records and books, he should have obtained more valuable information than expected.

He did learn a lot from Lemongrass's resident scribe, but its "value" was far less than close contact with a physical threat. There are many young scafners who aim to be armed with scriveners who want to join the investigation team, after all, the opportunity to confront dangerous monsters is precious to all aspiring researchers, even if it can put them in danger themselves.

As for Suvar, he did seem to be panicking, and after learning that Lemonglas had been targeted by a large group of high-risk monsters, he felt that it was more important to report to him as soon as possible what had happened in the village than to complete the work arranged by Curator Black.

It wasn't too late, the light of the setting sun was still shining on the road leading to the Gate of the North, and it was supposed that the garrison would patrol the road as well. As long as you can return to the Gate of the End of the North to communicate the discovery of Lemongrass to Curator Black, you will definitely be able to get his help.

Because they had been chartered for the whole journey, the carriage they had come in was parked in the stables of the hotel, waiting for them to finish their work before returning. Imagine it, probably thanks to the fact that the coachman didn't know how dangerous the monsters that the villagers were guarding were and took their reactions as a joke.

Although the scheduled date for their return to the Gate of the North was tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the coachman apparently would not mind their request to return overnight. Although the road conditions were not good, Suval and Frick would have been able to reach the city before midnight if they had set off in a horse-drawn carriage at this time.

However, Frick, who guessed Suval's thoughts, immediately put forward a negative opinion: "No, if you leave Lemongrass in a carriage now, it is very likely that you will be attacked by monsters in the middle of the road." Even if the garrison patrolled along the road, it would not be possible to take care of every point. ”

On the surface, Lemongrass's surroundings remained calm, and there was no sign of dangerous monster activity, and the garrison obviously wouldn't devote too many people to patrolling around. In this case, rushing back to the Gate of the North overnight may actually face more dangers than usual.

Those monsters are "smart" enough to rely on harassment to drain the villagers' energy, and they will certainly not let anyone go to the Gate of the North to ask for support. If a monster attacks you on the way back, the rental carriage and the people on it will be torn apart in a few clicks.

It might be called suspicious to say it, but Flick thinks they should take a more secure approach if they want to get the message out there. Just as some sorcerers can command their own messengers as messengers, scriveners have some techniques that can achieve similar results.

"So let's decide. ”

After Frick had made his suggestion, Sir Leinster nodded, "I will go and negotiate with the village chief here to show my will and sincerity, and you and your juniors will get in touch with the library as soon as possible, and make it clear that the current situation may lead to a beast disaster." ”

What awaits them next may be a tough battle, and if they want to gain an advantage in such a bad situation, they must rely on complete preparation. The village was so vulnerable that they had to make reasonable use of their resources to minimize the damage caused by the beast plague.