"Scott Benard?"

Hearing this name, both Wren and Angelica couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

This name, in the Western Continent, can be described as thunderous.

Warrior Monk Scott Banend, Master of Banende.

One of the most powerful legendary warrior monks in the Western Continent, like the national teacher of the Aurora Dynasty in the Eastern Continent, the warrior monk Memphis, is a legendary warrior monk with a professional level of about 45, and it can be said that he has almost touched the ceiling of mortals.

However, according to the research of those plot party players in the previous life, Master Ban Ender followed the path of the traditional sworn warrior monk, that is, by making a harsh oath and strictly abiding by it, so as to gain more powerful strength with the power of the oath; Master Memphis, on the other hand, follows the path of the legendary Monk Panyun, who lives alone in a monastery built on the Ridge of Sighs, sharpening himself while monitoring and suppressing the gods and evil creatures that have been sealed away throughout the Far East.

As we all know, this Ridge of Sighs, which separates the eastern and western continents, was formed at the beginning of the Third Age, the battle between the elven gods and the giant gods.

In that mountain range that towers into the sky, the god kings and gods of the giant god system are sleeping, and the gods who once ravaged the entire main substance were born from the corpses of these gods!

"I didn't expect you, Sister Ash, to be a disciple of Master Benend."

Angelica's gaze at Ash was full of adoring little stars.

When they entered the small room, they realized that the yellow light was emitted by the oil lamps standing at the corners of the desk.

After disposing of the loot, Wren and his party walked through the spacious dragon breeding ground towards the passage at the other end.

This is what the two of them deserve, and Wren doesn't need to be humble at this point.

Leoson Erlanzer touched his big bald head embarrassedly, then glared at Ash on the side, and said:

"My junior sister is like this, she likes to show off her mentorship when she goes there, and she also invites two Duoduo Haihan. As for the matter of the Dragon Witch Sect, my sister and I will report it to our teacher and Master Benend. If you come to Esmore City in the future, you can go to the Temple of the Rage Fighter to find Mr. Antar Frum, who, like you, is a paladin dedicated to justice and goodness. He'll take you to the monastery."

Saying that, Wren briefly told the warrior monk about his experience in the past two days, and finally said:

Wren stepped forward, only to see a simple map of the area around Rahal City drawn on the top piece of paper, with various colored arrows marking the villages that the Dragon Witch Cult had attacked and plundered in this area.

There was a hint of excitement in the old mayor's tone.

"It's good that the quality of the paladin is still worth trusting. My brother and I are practicing at the monastery in Esmoor, and when you get there, just ask the inhabitants of the city, Sister Daria's monastery, and they will show you the location."

"You mean, the Dragonwitch Cult has evacuated from this area?"

Before the feast was over, Wren received another piece of good news from the Mayor of Nighthill that after two days of hard work, the caravan of the halfling Sodick had finally repaired most of the damaged roads, and if nothing else, they would be able to leave for Rahal City tomorrow morning.

….

"I ......"

"Wren, whether I will eat or drink spicy food in the next few years depends on this money, you can't swallow it privately!"

She can comfort herself with being a novice ranger, but she understands that if she can't improve her strength as soon as possible and close the gap with the Holy Warrior, then she, who can still look at the other party now, will have to look up to the other party as time passes.

Wren took out all the items in the medium-sized dimensional bag and put them in Angelica's dimensional bag, and then put the three big and one small four dragon eggs in it.

In the living room of Mayor Nightmountain, when he saw the half-elf assassin beside Wren and Angelica, Leoson Erlanzer couldn't help but thank the two.

She nodded solemnly, folded the paper, and put it in her pocket.

"Don't worry, I want to come to you guys who have been staying in the wild for the past few days, and you haven't found anything tasty, so I asked the kitchen to make a little bit of a night owl, and everyone talked and ate. Oh, by the way, and I prepared a plate of fried dried fish for that owl, and I will serve it right away."

"Senior brother and I will report the seriousness of this matter to the teacher."

"No, Mr. Nightmountain, your quality is evident in the fact that you dare to take the lead in fighting those wild creatures and cultists."

The mouth of the eater is short, and the hand of the taker is short.

The old mayor shook his head, and then pulled out a bag.

In her mind, it was a very remarkable and proud thing to be able to worship under the legendary Master Benende.

"It's your stuff, and nothing will be missing from you, so you can rest assured."

If that's the case, then he's Andre Wren next!

Glancing at the handwriting on the paper again, and keeping the words "Dragon Well" firmly in his heart, Wren handed the paper with the plan of the Dragon Witch Cult to Ash on the side, and said solemnly:

When Leoson Erlanzer led Ash away, Mayor Nighthill leaned out of the side hall and asked with a smile:

"The two of you have worked hard these days, I wonder if you have found any news?"

"Don't worry, young man, after this lesson, the whole town will pay attention to this." Mayor Nighthill nodded, his tone a little emotional, "It's a pity that Hemmer Town is still a little too far away from Rahal City, otherwise the townspeople wouldn't have suffered such a catastrophe......

That night, Angelica lay in her little bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

A meal, the guests and hosts on both sides enjoyed themselves.

"Shut up! Your character, as a senior brother, don't I know it? Do you want me to talk to the teacher?"

The whole room was empty, except for a writing desk and a stool, on which there were only a few books and a few loose papers, except for two oil lamps.

Wren said.

The three of them glanced at each other, Angelica nodded slightly, indicating that they didn't find any traps, and the three of them walked in.

Is this an indirect challenge?

Paladins also need wealth to arm themselves and maintain their equipment, otherwise how to uphold justice and destroy evil?

….

"Okay, just rely on your words, young man, old man, I want to toast you, come, do it!"

What everyone doesn't know is that Master Ben Ender has many disciples, and her teacher is only one of them, or the kind of apprentice who leads the arts.

Originally, he turned a blind eye to himself sneaking out of the monastery to play, but now he hangs himself on the beam of the monastery as soon as he finds out......

As for who it will be handed over to in the end, that's two words.

Three messages, a total of 750 Golden Eagle Coins, the value of intelligence is reflected in this way.

The half-elf assassin opened his mouth, but finally decided that silence was golden.

"This time, it's really thanks to Miss Ash, without her, we wouldn't have been able to discover the conspiracy of the Dragon Witch Cult so smoothly."

"Take this to your teachers, Sister Dalia and Master Benard, and trust that they will make the right judgment."

"Here's the thing......

On another piece of paper next to the map, a column full of numbers was written, and there was some handwriting on it:

"Everything will be packed up and transported through the Cloud Giant's Flying Fortress to the Dragon's Well in the Northlands. My superior, the generous Lady Dragon, Lady Rezmir, allowed me to keep a pearl necklace, a ring, and some inconsequential little stones as Mundas's burial, which of course might also be some little cutie trophy. Finally, good luck to my former colleague! - Landrosa Green Fury"

"So Ash told you......

Wren haggled, took the bag containing the golden eagle coins, and handed it to Angelica, who was sitting next to him.

She is not a disciple of Master Banender, her old

The teacher is.

"Thank you, thank you, you two, for finally finding my naughty junior sister!"

Why was I able to slip out of the kobold's rope?

It's not been trained in a monastery!

After listening to Ash's account, Angelica looked at the half-elf assassin with a hint of sympathy.

Ash emphasized, somewhat depressedly.

As he spoke, Ash clenched his hands into fists and threw his hands towards Wren's pitiful hand.

After these adventures with Wren, she had a faint feeling that her strength could not help Wren much, and even faintly dragged him back.

Ash pursed his lips and said dissatisfied.

"Acemore City? That's a coincidence. It just so happens that when I'm done with all these things, I need to go there for something."

Wren nodded and agreed.

"That piece of paper contains some plans for the Dragon Witch Cult, and I have given it to Miss Ash, hoping that this piece of paper will attract the attention of Sister Dalia and Master Benend."

The old mayor said with a smile.

Looking at the signature in the lower right corner of the paper, Wren raised an eyebrow.

This kind of future is not what Miss Ranger wants.

…………

"My teacher is just one of the many disciples of Master Benend."

Leoson Erlanzer glared at him, and decisively took out the majesty of being a senior brother.

"Young man, this is your reward, a total of 750 Golden Eagle Coins, you can take a look."

Wren told the old mayor about some information about the Dragon Witch Cult that was related to Hemer Town.

….

That's a bit too miserable, isn't it?

"Well, then, tell us the address of the monastery where you practice, and when we dispose of the spoils, we will go to you and give you your share of it."

"If nothing else, that's true. However, Mr. Mayor, the town's garrison needs to be further strengthened, after all, there are many wilderness creatures outside of the town."

The Fighter of Wrath is another name for the god of courage and justice in the mortal world.

"That, Senior Brother, I ran out of the Dragon Witch Sect's camp on my own, and it has nothing to do with the two of them, and besides, if it weren't for ......

Six hours later, the sky was getting darker, and the three Wren were back in Hemer.

After passing through the zigzag passage of less than fifty meters, the exit of the cave was faintly visible, and at the same time, another one-person-wide hole appeared on the stone wall of the passage, and there was a faint yellow light flashing in the cave.

And since the teacher entered the disciple of Master Benende, her requirements for her apprentices have become more and more stringent.

The young dragon's residence, the Sea of Emerald Trees, was northeast of Esmore City.

So saying, the old mayor motioned for the servant to bring a sumptuous dinner.

Taking the paper and glancing at its contents, Ash's expression became serious.

What I want is to stand side by side with Wren on the top of the mountain and look out at the scenery of this world, not that he is at the top of the mountain, and I am at the bottom of the mountain......

For the first time, there was an inexplicable sense of crisis in the girl's heart.

It's just that how to catch up with the footsteps of the holy warriors, she was a little confused when she walked out of Fanlin Town for the first time.

This night, Miss Ranger had a rare insomnia......

(End of chapter)

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