After half an hour of hard chewing and swallowing, Francis drank the soup and finally finished cleaning up the coarse bread.

The texture and taste of coarse bread can be described as a little softer rotten wood, and not as soft. Francis now misses the food at the mansion so much that he doesn't eat coarse bread even in the most difficult times.

"How many monsters have you cleansed?"

There are almost no hunters in Akita Town now, so the waitress asked curiously; "Ten?"

"I've never counted, and the number doesn't matter to survive."

"That's a hundred."

Of course, there weren't that many of them, but Francis was getting closer, "Not that much, just killing so many monsters won't make me understand the scarecrow's grunt." ”

Francis then asked how much it would cost to buy a similar horse in the town, and the waitress muttered for a moment, thinking that ten Kinreel would be enough to buy it.

The total reward was fifty goldriel, and it seemed that Francis still had a surplus of forty goldriel, and he left the Harvest Tavern with the last words rather satisfied; "Since the scarecrow has been following me, tell Vincent to make a good call, and let him draw the scarecrow."

The waitress agreed without hesitation, explaining how happy Vincent would be when she learned the news.

Francis pushes open the door to the tavern and finds the townsfolk gathered in the center of the town, draining the mayor in the middle.

The townspeople were discussing what had happened to another town that was relatively close to here, and a monster locust plague had descended, and everyone in Akita Town was now worried.

"Alright! Ladies and gentlemen, despite the recent increase in ghosts, luckily we have recruited guards in time to guard our crops. Before he could finish speaking, the mayor saw Francis coming out of the tavern, and pointed to Francis and continued; It's the gray-eyed kid who has two brushes. We need to trust Mr. Francis to take out the monsters and disasters before they strike, so that our harvest season will not be the slightest different from previous years. ”

With that, all the townsfolk looked back at Francis neatly.

They saw a man with blue-gray eyes, calm and resolute eyes, wearing a black coat and carrying a sword at his waist and a gun on his back, Francis just dressed up to put some of the townspeople at ease, and they all thought- Hey! This guy looks like he's doing this.

Some people are also thinking that if he dares to eat even coarse bread, the monster will naturally have nothing to fear.

The noise and suspicion subsided, and the mayor finally had no more trouble calming the panicked townspeople, and he still had a little gratitude to Francis for coming to the town.

The mayor saw that the mood of the townspeople was relieved, so he told everyone to go back to their homes, to take care of the crops, and to strike the iron.

The mayor of the town kept up with Francis's pace, and his attitude was much calmer, and gave him a general introduction to the situation in the town next door, and said bitterly at the end; "Without the crops, I don't dare to think what the tax collectors will do."

He immediately looked at Francis and thought that the town really needed a reliable guard for a long time. Francis is not a member of the church, but he has enough strength to be the most suitable person, the mayor of the town asked thoughtfully; "You don't seem to have a family yet, this town is pretty good, stay here and I can introduce you to a few good girls."

Francis even had seven children to support.

"The intentions are good, but I'm not really interested."

The mayor sighed regretfully and did not continue to convince Francis. Francis later brings up the scarecrow to the mayor, but the mayor says it's impossible.

"Ever since my wife left me, I've hated hunters terribly. But when I see you, I wonder if I should let this hatred end here. ”

Mayor Mare's tone was heavy, and he often asked himself now why things had turned out the way they were.

He loved his wife as much as he loved this town.

"I can tell at a glance that your coat seems to have been specially woven for you, and the craftsmanship is better than hers." Mayor Mare's eyes sink into fond memories of the past.

Francis's black coat is made of plum, which is comfortable and well-fitting to wear, and can be considered very good against blows.

Francis pondered the mayor's wavering emotions about hatred for a long time, and said; "It is arrogant to make a person unconditionally let go of hatred, it's just that in the world, pain is the norm."

The mayor nodded and said nothing, and the two of them had already walked back to the edge of the wheat field, and the mayor told him to take care of it and let Francis return to his haystack.

Francis did not rush to rest, but instead picked up the black sword and began his second tour of the barley fields of the day, and he was determined to be rewarded with fifty gold riel. But for a moment, Francis felt that he had become a scarecrow in this wheat field to drive away the pest birds.

There were a lot more crows than usual.

Francis, who was on patrol, was surprised to see Vincent running through the wheat fields with his sketchpad on his back, and he came to chase the scarecrow again. Vincent seemed to see the scarecrow, so he stepped forward and tried to catch up, but he was tired and panting and still found nothing.

As if he was used to not being able to find it, Vincent looked calm and not disappointed at all.

It seems that the waitress at the Harvest Tavern hadn't told Vincent about what Francis had asked to keep for him, and Francis hadn't told him now, he looked tired now, so let's wait for the waitress to tell Vincent.

Francis brushed aside the straw, crouched down and said to Vincent with a smile; "Maybe the scarecrow can't chase it, and we'll have to wait for it to see you."

This sentence is not Francis nonsense, but his personal experience, and the scarecrow really never let him go.

Vincent saw that it was Francis, and said with a wry smile; "Maybe, but I'm not going to wait at home." After saying that, he expressed his happiness to Francis that the mayor of the town had allowed Francis to stay.

Francis straightened up and said; "The mayor doesn't sound grumpy, and he seems to love the town, which is a good thing."

Later, Francis took Vincent to inspect the wheat field, during which Francis saw that Vincent was very familiar with this large endless wheat field, unlike Francis who could not find the way back to the haystack without leaving a mark.

While chatting, Francis suddenly heard a small sound in the wheat field, and he immediately raised his hand to signal Vincent not to speak. Then Francis lowered his body with the black sword and slowly touched the wheat field, and then rushed in at once.

A fierce sound of a sword piercing flesh came from inside the wheat field, and finally after a painful monster scream, Francis dragged out with a huge monster corpse.