The morning breeze blows through the town, the rich aroma of toasted bread mixes with the smell of grass, farmers and carts with hoes pass by on compacted dirt roads, and the laughter and scolding of women fetching water from the town's wells and the first shouts of shops breaking the silence of the town. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Oak Town, like many other towns in the Padre region, is built on a hill basis, with the monsters of the nearby valleys and the magic of oak being the main source of the town's economy, but Oak Town has something unique about it.

The young wanderer, in his twenties, looked at the crooked sign outside the tavern - oh!

Such taverns can be found in almost every town, but this is the first time Besco has seen such a unique name.

In the early morning, there were no customers in the tavern, and the tavern owner, Canon, wiped the counter with a rag, a tall, muscular bearded man with a scar on the corner of his eye, supposedly from his previous time as a mercenary.

Hearing the sound of the tavern door being pushed open, Canon glanced up at Besco, a small wanderer in leather armor, a level of tanning that made the gray-brown cowhide soft enough, and then set with dense metal rivets, a small round shield fixed to his left arm. The short bow was fastened behind him with a buckle, and the blade of the rapier passed through half of the scabbard.

Kanon noticed that this guy had a pair of nimble hands, this is an adventurer with a certain amount of experience, no matter what kind of experience it is, and subconsciously raised his vigilance.

"Oh, young adventurer, I don't think I've ever seen a face like you, did you just come today?" asked Canon enthusiastically.

Besco shrugged his shoulders to the tavernkeeper, sat down on a small round barstool on the tavern counter, and placed seven copper coins on the counter: "A glass of ale and a loaf of bread." ”

Canon placed Besco's order in front of him and swept the money into the counter drawer. "Do you want to know something, young man?" quietly asked.

A glass of ale was four copper coins, two loaves of bread, Besco paid seven, and one was equivalent to the intelligence fee.

"My employer asked me to buy this year's 'red apple'. Besco tore off a piece of black bread and chewed it, "but he only gave me some vague information - cut." Aristocrats who don't know anything. Can you tell me what this so-called 'red apple' is all about?"

Besco wasn't going to keep things secret, so it didn't hurt to reveal them.

"Then you're in time. Kanon secretly estimated the value of this piece of information, and then continued, "It's been almost twelve years, and every summer, a tribe of goblins sells a magic apple to the villagers, which is said to cure all diseases. ”

"It's kind of amazing. Besco's expression seemed a little unapproving.

"Don't take this for fake. Canon wiped his big rough hands with his apron, "Little Cookie, oh that's the little little pastor in our town." None of the incurable black blood can be cured directly. ”

"A condition that needs to be eliminated from an intermediate disease?" Besco's expression became serious, "How much will it cost if you want to buy it?"

"The price of the first few transactions was about 50 gold coins, and it wasn't that high. Canon said casually.

Besco finished his bread and ale, and hurried to his feet, going to check with the priest of Oak Town.

Oak Town has a resident population of less than a hundred, most of whom are human, but also two or three halfling families, and the dwarves have a blacksmith shop at the entrance of the town. "Little Cookie" Necole and her old father are the only two gnomes in town.

There were no formal churches or monasteries in the town, except for a clinic opposite the blacksmith's shop. At the same time, he accepts the prayers of the townspeople to Elvis, the god of light.

Along the solid pavement, Besco walked to Nexel's clinic and pushed the door open.

The dwarf's house design is no different from that of a human, except that it is much shorter, and the ceiling of less than two meters makes Besco have to pay more attention so as not to run into something hanging on the roof.

A wooden table was leaning against the wall. The quill was casually inserted in the pen holder, the medical notes were neatly stacked together, and it was not Nerkel who sat behind the wooden table, but an old dwarf man, who was Nerker's father.

The old dwarf saw Besco and motioned for him to sit down first.

Besco sat on a small wooden bench. His eyes kept looking around.

After a while, a side door opened, and a female dwarf in a priest's robe and a red-eyed human lady stepped out, and from the fabric of the dress and the precious metal ornaments on it, the sharp-eyed Besco knew that it should be a relatively wealthy merchant family.

"Thank you for your willingness to listen to me. The merchant lady said to Pastor Nex.

"May our lord Elvis bless them, Lady Herclairy. Pastor Naixel drew a prayer cross in front of him.

Ms. Kelvin Herclley placed two gold coins on the table and hurried away with a handkerchief wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Necker tilted his head helplessly to see her away, saw Besco sitting on a small stool waiting, and asked him, "Is there anything wrong?"

Besco quickly stood up and saluted Nex as a sign of respect for Elvis' priest.

"I'd like to ask about the 'red apple'. Besco said bluntly.

The dwarf lady nodded, "You're an outsider, aren't you?"

"Quest items. Besco said simply and directly.

Nex shook his head, "Do you know what that is?"

"I don't know, I just need to get it. Besco spread his hands.

Priest Nekor sighed, "Actually, I don't think it's a good thing, although the energy contained in it is compared to a mid-level divine art, I can still feel that there is some ominous aura in it." There have been villagers who have obtained red apples to plant pits, but when they grow taller enough to mysteriously disappear, if you want to know any details, I suggest you meet Rhoda, who is the deputy sheriff of Oak Town, and who has obtained the magic apple, and should know something specific. ”

Besco thanked Pastor Nex and slowly exited the clinic.

The young wanderer was a little irritable, and the legend of the Magic Apple in Oaktown attracted more adventurers like Besco, which was noticeably more crowded than the average town, and there were four or five of their fellow outsiders - locals and outsiders were actually easily recognizable, especially for the observant wanderers, and there were obviously more traveling merchants, who came for the red apples nine times out of ten.

Besco took the task of Baron Sansta, and the task gold has eighty gold coins, which is a lot of money, in addition to the fifty of the red apple, there are still thirty, the most important thing is that this task is very easy, just running errands, but if he fails in the task, he will have to pay ten percent of the liquidated damages.

He wanted to know the value of the so-called red apple, and if many people thought it was worth paying more for, then he would have to consider whether to do something else.

"If you can't buy it...... No, no, those who bought the red apple will definitely hide it as a treasure. Intercept the goblins selling red apples?That's a viable note, but how much power do those goblins have?" Besco struggled.

"Hey, Besco!" Besco called out to him as he struggled.

Besco looked left and right.

"Yes, it's just calling you, this way. "Some playful girly voice.

Besco turned to look and saw two people, one tall and one short, on the corner of the street.

The dwarven warrior with his face buried in red beard had a horned helmet on his head, and the heavy scale armor provided adequate defense, and several kilograms of dwarven heavy axes hung from his waist, and he carried a heavy wooden shield behind his back, which was not something that a wanderer like Besco could use.

Taller was a ranger girl with a bow and a dagger on her back, a pair of white wings tucked up, and her long hair tied up in a ponytail for easy movement.

"Bearded man, Shirley, why are you here?" met his friend, and Besco was a little surprised.

On a previous mission, they had worked very well together.

"We were passing through here. Shirley also said happily, "I was going to go to the southern mountains to hunt some wild boars, you know that the skin and meat of that thing are very popular, and there are long-term unlimited tasks hanging." (To be continued.) )