Bidding farewell to my companions, I immediately sought out Colonel Pekra, the commander of the garrison of the Valen Fortress, and reported to him what had happened to him in the forest mausoleum, and revealed the true identity of the Marquis de Meneval.

The words of the evil vampire leader on his deathbed disturbed my heart, and I always had an indescribable premonition of a terrible premonition, as if the world was about to be turned upside down, and a great catastrophe was about to befall me.

And all of this is related to what we are experiencing today. Colonel Pekla, still listless, spoke to me in a soft and slow voice, but what he said was very different from the old and deaf he appeared: "...... I had always found Meneval's identity suspicious, and at first I thought that he was strikingly similar to the portraits of his ancestors, which aroused my suspicions, and besides, no one had ever seen him as a child, and no one had heard of rumors about his family's daughters, which was so abnormal......"

“…… Thank you for saving my assistants, before that, I had lost thirteen of my best agents, and now I can conclude that it was the cunning vampires who maimed them. You have brought vital news, sir, that I have written a letter to His Majesty the King explaining the crisis here, and that they will soon send reinforcements here. Daremoth bless, hopefully everything is still in time to be saved......" With that, the Colonel stood up, faced the wall, and removed the saber that hung on the wall.

He stroked the scabbard like a father caressing his sleeping child.

“…… It will be a difficult war, the greatest crisis that the continent of Farvi has ever faced. For an old warrior, it came a little late......" he said, carefully pinning his saber to his belt, and standing silently at the window, looking out into the inky shadows of the distant mountains.

His demeanor was still tired, his figure was still rickety, and his weak countenance was out of place in his neat military uniform, but there was something warm in his gaze that made my heart boil with his gaze.

There was a kind of graceful demeanor hidden between his slightly furrowed eyebrows, which made people feel that even if the heavy responsibility fell on this middle-aged officer, he would not hesitate to take it bravely.

All this is very different from the Colonel Pekra that I remember. I thought he was an old and dull degenerate bureaucrat, but I didn't see a pair of wise and sober eyes hidden between his gray temples, and a brave and fearless soul of a soldier burning in his weak body.

Danger is like a touchstone for the soul, and perhaps only when facing it can we see a person's courage and integrity.

And I was so stupid that I deeply misunderstood a venerable chief by appearance, and instead believed in a scheming conspirator, and at one point almost lost my life.

In return for this mission, Colonel Pekra gave me a gift named Light steel shield for "observation bunkers". This is exactly the kind of defense I need now, and this steel shield will not only provide me with much stronger defense than the ordinary small shield that was completely destroyed in the forest mausoleum, but also

The "Watch" stat also improved my ability to observe and distinguish in combat, which allowed me to greatly increase my chances of parrying, giving me more chances to fully defend against enemy attacks without taking any damage.

For the first time, I felt that receiving a reward was such a shameful thing, especially such a precious reward.

I felt that I was not only unworthy of Colonel Pekla's reward, but that I should be punished for what I had done.

The moment I took the shield from the Colonel's hand, my face burned and I didn't dare to look him in the eye. By the time I left the colonel's office, he had already sat back at his desk, lost in quiet thought.

The western rays of the setting sun poured in through the window, enveloping the Colonel's figure in a cloud of subtle and deep light, leaving me with the wise and determined silhouette of a soldier.

Having said goodbye to the Colonel, I began to withdraw my due remuneration from the employers who had entrusted me with my work.

The Public Prosecutor, Mr. Faselli, and the City Patrol Officer, Sir Montella, paid in full

"The Missing Only Son" and

When I went to Mr. Faselli's house, little Fili, who was rescued by us, was practicing his swordsmanship diligently, and he said that he wanted to make one when he grew up

Fighters "as brave as Jeffritz Kidd". Later, I learned that when the Yangtze River Delta went to visit again, this little ghost said that he wanted to make one when he grew up

"Wandering gracefully like the Yangtze River Delta", and what he said about shooting the sun with a longbow is to become one

"A priest as holy as a longbow shoots the sun", I think this kid has the potential to grow up to be a great politician.

But the child's crystal-simple affection was more precious to me than the purse of gold that his father had given me, containing a dozen gold coins.

I returned the five pages of the lost tome to the temple of the fortress, but unfortunately, due to the influence of dark magic, the divine magic attached to these pages has completely faded and turned into ordinary pages, and the damaged tome will not be able to regain its immense divine power in its original condition.

But for the monks of the temple, it was clear that they valued the religious significance behind these pages.

In addition to the five gold coins, they also gave me a belt blessed with divine powers, which increases my strength by 18 points and increases my dodge chances.

I reported to the warrior trainers in the fortress that I had won

He praised me in a sentimental tone, and gave me a name

"Storm of Blades" skill. This skill allows me to deal intense damage to up to three enemies around me at the same time for fifteen seconds, which is very useful when I am being mobbed.

In fact, I felt that this rugged warrior trainer was a simple-minded, overly gullible person who didn't even ask me for victory

The token of the "cursed war spirit" believed me unconditionally just by listening to me. I guess that even if I didn't do anything, wander around the fortress and come back and tell him I've done my job, this stupid trainer might just as well teach me the skills of combat.

After all this was done, I returned to the city of Campunavia, back to the laboratory of my alchemical teacher, Mr. Edgwell, and eagerly took out the package that was hidden

"Drawings of the telescope" ......