Late at night, in front of the walnut door of the study of the Lord's Castle, South Rissyus.

Reinhardt, the head of the guard, was half-kneeling on the woolen carpet, and the faint sound of quarrel reached his ears, and the clay man bowed his head and silently looked at the blood-stained pieces of cloth in his palm.

The guards were unable to escape the raindrops of the giant tree, and he ventured back to find no survivors.

The former's corpse had become completely fragmented and completely uncontrollable, and the chief of the guard, who did not dare to stay for long, cut these pieces of cloth from the remains as a memento of their existence.

That must be the monster circulating in the South Richsyphus area, right? He thought to himself.

According to the legend of the inhabitants of South Risifus, there is a gluttonous and tyrannical monster in the inaccessible forests of the south, with a huge body like a hill and hair as hard as steel, which occasionally sneaks into the town in the middle of the night and eats ten disobedient human children (as the parents of South Rissyphus say when teaching disobedient children), but fortunately, due to its lethargic nature, most of this monster hides in unknown caves deep in the forest.

If Shi Junjun knew that Wangcai was a monster that would eat children in the legend of the Sipheus people in Nanri, most of them would have leaned back and turned up with laughter, and then sneered at the other world's claim that an oversized golden bear was regarded as a monster that eats children.

But for the chief guard and the scruffy little red-nosed old man, they really witnessed the legend come to life before their eyes.

Therefore, the brown-robed magician Mikhail and his first reaction when they saw the monster was to run away, and the fate of the guards who were slow for a moment was a clear proof of the strength of the legendary monster.

"Little Robinette, how many times do you have to repeat this old man, you idiot!"

The sloppy red-nosed little old man jumped like thunder:

"That's a legendary monster! Got it! A powerful monster that has lived for hundreds of years! There have been countless adventurers who have fought against it for hundreds of years, but it is still alive and well! A monster that has survived hundreds of years under the crusade of humans, even an idiot understands how powerful it is, but you fool dare to put it to death? ”

It was not so much a quarrel as the unilateral chatter of the brown-robed magician Mikhail, and Viscount Robinnet, who was the object of protection, was completely unable to speak in this situation.

"And judging from what happened to us that day, this legendary monster is very likely to be the protector of the goblin village."

The little red-nosed old man, who paused on the floor with his wand in his hand, added viciously:

"Your failed actions against the Goblin Village are most likely to lead to the monster's retaliation, and many of the villages and towns bordering the forests of South Rissyphus do not have a Kingdom garrison! Even if there were, the weak soldiers who were out of breath just by running a few steps were no match for that mighty monster! ”

"And I was worshipped by the Conrad family to protect the personal safety of your little Robinette, not to fight with monsters of that level!"

In the end, the brown-robed magician sat down in his rocking chair in his study angrily, and demanded an additional 500 gold coins per month as compensation for the possible battle he had to fight the legendary monster.

"All your requirements will be met." Viscount Robinette by the fireplace agreed to his request without hesitation.

Mikhail, the brown-robed magician who had not expected that his almost unreasonable conditions would be satisfied so quickly, narrowed his eyes and began to look at the young nobleman in front of him in a different light.

"I'll add an additional three thousand gold coins as your reward." The latter said in a tone of humility that could hardly be called humble, "As long as you complete my little request." ”

"Wipe out the goblin village and take back that human girl?" After calculating in his heart for a few seconds, the little old man shook his head without thinking, "With the price you gave, you can't do it." ”

For South Risifus, which is located in the southernmost province of the kingdom, where industry, commerce, and handicrafts are not very developed, the annual tax that agriculture can pay as a major industry is quite limited, and 3,000 gold coins is almost equivalent to the entire tax that the entire South Rissyphus can give to the lord in a whole year.

It's just that for a magician who has been wearing a brown robe for more than 20 years and has a great hope of changing into a gray robe in his lifetime, 3,000 gold coins, although it is not a small number, is not enough for Mikhail Grezhshev, who is known for his life, to face a legendary monster.

In fact, with the strength of a brown-robed magician, it is not impossible to kill such a monster, but this sloppy little old man is not good at fighting, and there is still a big gap between the price to be paid for doing so and the reward of receiving three thousand gold coins.

"If nothing else, remember to deliver five hundred gold coins to me in three days, or I'll be back at Conrad's house on the fourth day."

As he spoke, the sloppy little red-nosed old man had already gotten up and was about to turn around and leave.

He had a clear picture of the local finances of South Risifus.

Three thousand gold coins was almost the limit of what little Robinette could come up with, and the request for an additional five hundred gold coins a month would probably not be able to last more than half a year.

As for whether the latter will be resentful because of this......

The concubine of a noble family in the countryside is just a concubine, and even the title of viscount cannot be hereditary to future generations, where is it worth worrying about a brown-robed magician.

"Please wait."

Hearing the sound of the young nobleman panting behind him, the sloppy little old man couldn't help but sneer in surprise.

Could it be that little Robinette still has a price to come up with, or is this fool who always can't control his lower body so ignorant that he dares to make a move on himself?

Robinette von Conrad pounced on his desk, opened three locks in a row with the key that fit him, and unloaded the last mechanism, carefully picking up a small red velvet box that was heavily protected inside the desk, placing it behind the table, and reluctantly pushing it in the direction of Mikhail, the brown-robed magician.

The red-nosed sloppy little old man, who felt the breath of the red velvet small square box, began to show an unconcealable frenzy in his eyes after a short period of shock.

"This is what my mother left me, and you should know the value of the contents of this box."

Mikhail, the brown-robed magician, did not answer, but his eyes had already revealed everything.

This young nobleman from another world with his knuckles bared his teeth and struck a word:

"If you can fulfill my request, I will give you what is here."