Before leaving, Michael also bought several purification scrolls made by the Church of the Goddess of Fortune, each costing 20 gold coins.

Compared to the 40 gold nar arcane missile scroll, the purification scroll is half cheaper, but Annan remembers that the commission reward for clearing the nezumi is only 1 gold and 50 silver.

"We don't have a pastor."

Michael explained, "If we don't buy it, get plague or even corruption, our lives will only be worth 1 gold and 50 silver." ”

"Not even 1 gold and 50 silver, Mr. King of the North." Francois politely interjected, "Our commission may also be stolen by hyenas." ”

"Hyenas?"

Annan was accustomed to Francois calling himself by this exaggerated title. Failure to stop has nothing to do with vanity...... At least most of it has nothing to do.

Because of this, the surrounding guests will "hear Annan's identity in shock and incredulity", so as to make themselves known by more people.

"It's literal." Michael gave Francois the opportunity to explain.

Hyenas are also mercenaries, but they specialize in the despicable things of this title: they will jump out and grab their prey when other mercenaries are tasked with a crushing victory, a dead end, or a defeat for both.

When he was about to check out and leave, the tavern guy said that the meal was free, and the boss wanted to treat the king of the north to this meal.

Michael boldly said that "the king of the north doesn't need to be treated" and refused, and the boss also rejected Michael with "he is proud to invite the king of the north".

They almost fought over who would come for a treat, but Annan stopped and accepted the boss's kindness.

Annan sat in the carriage with Michael and Deella, Francois and Kadalina in the family carriage behind, and Klein rode alone on a heavy horse.

The rat infestation is located on a deserted farmstead. The farmer who had cleared the farmland had left because of the diversion of the Puroni River, which flowed down from the snow-capped mountains, and a group of rat people far away from the tribe had taken over the area. Concerned about contaminating the downstream water source, he commissioned a request to deal with the rat man as soon as possible, and then contacted a scavenger to dispose of the body.

Michael stood in front of a low hill and looked out at the farmstead on the riverbank in the distance. There are no signs of corruption, and no rat colonies—

"It's the best outcome."

Michael says that the nesting area of the Corrupt Nezumi is covered with disgusting and troublesome slime mycelium, and staying in it for too long is in danger of corruption.

Rats are another level of trouble. Whatever it is, it will be difficult to deal with the number of terrorists thrown together. When thousands of rats converge into a tidal wave, even elite professionals can only flee.

But for Klein, who was armed to the teeth, it was just a game of rat stomping.

As he approached the farmstead, Annan saw the rumored infamous nezumi.

Just like lizardmen and kobolds, rat and humans have no more in common than walking upright. The rodent rat head is a mixture of a mouse and a mole, covered in gray, dirty coarse hairs. They are unclothed, with their bare tails trailing behind them.

The team of two casters approached the farm and attacked the dozen nezumi as they panicked and sounded the "death knell".

The battle was devastating, and it didn't seem to have played a role in running in.

Even if Annan didn't do anything, even if Deella was only guarding Annan.

Klein rushed into the rat colony like a giant beast, the weight of the armor plus the speed, and the impact of hundreds of pounds was all borne by the first nezumi. When it was hit, its sternum shattered, its internal organs were tattered, and it died instantly, like a skeletonless rag doll sprinkling foul blood and knocking down the nezumi behind it. Klein then wielded his hammer and slaughtered with a weak attack that the nezumi could not scratch on the steel armor.

Kadalina wandered on the edge of the farmstead, and instead of rushing straight into the rat colony, as she had silently spoken, she swam on the edge like an assassin, and with two two-handed daggers, she reaped the life of the rat-man like a scythe in a wheat field.

With a longbow in hand, Francois unexpectedly and reliably stands on the outskirts of the battlefield, nailing the nezumi too close to his companion with an arrow.

Michael couldn't find a chance to make a move, so he tried to get closer, ready to put an arcane missile to cheer up.

A nezumi suddenly rushed towards Michael. Even the barren cognition of the rat people knows that the caster is weak in melee combat.

"Be careful!"

Annan knew that it was impossible for Michael to be killed by a nezumi, but he still subconsciously reminded him. Then he saw that Michael waved his staff at the nezumi and smashed it into the head of the rat man, and the hard skull was like a hypochondriac and smashed deep into it.

Staff vs. skull, staff wins.

At the same time, Klein knocks down the last nezumi and smashes the hammer to finish it off

The sunken nezumi stared at Annan with hatred, blood pooling into pools beneath him, and let out a piercing low, death-threatening sound.

"What does it say?"

Annan guessed it was a curse or something, but didn't know why he was looking at himself......

"I don't know, it's not important, don't care."

If these nezumi were really capable, they wouldn't have wandered here.

They briefly searched the farm, which was about to be flooded by the diverted Puroni River, and found human bones buried in dung.

It is not known if the farmer was attacked, or if the nezumi ate the homeless man living on the farmstead.

Observing a few seconds of silence for the dead, Annan's attention fell on Michael Staff.

He had just finished unleashing his cleansing spell, and his blood-stained staff was back to new condition.

"Why is your staff so ......?"

Heaviness? Hard? Powerful? Annan found that his vocabulary was still too small.

"I put on a ramming angle." Michael said.

"Are you talking about the angle of impact as I understand it?"

Michael swung his staff a few times, tearing through the air like a long hammer.

"Striking angles can increase my abilities, so why don't I do it?"

"I understand." Annan said.

If he had a gun, he certainly wouldn't mind firing a cold shot between summons and enemies after releasing his magic.

"You're really good at homeopathy!" Passing by Kadalina, she praised Michael and said, "Many of the fighters I've seen aren't very skilled. ”

Then he laughed at Annan's timid appearance like a fart who had been stepped on his toes.

"Don't listen to her, you're brave, for a boy fighting for the first time."

Francois came out to protect Annan at this time: "You are not qualified to say Your Excellency Annan. I killed at least five...... Six nezumi, what about you? ”

"Do you remember how many bottles of wine you've drunk?" Kadalina asked rhetorically.

Annan didn't pay attention to it, he looked at the turbulent and clear river dozens of meters away - he used the outline of the 30 years of Pron River East and Thirty Years of Purney River West in "Law Breaking the Sky", but this was the first time he had seen it.

It's not as wide as it might be, because it's just a tributary.

(End of chapter)