Invisible space spreads out from Townsen's perimeter, enveloping the entire house.

He could sense that the house was empty.

This is not surprising, even low-level wanderers can hide their bodies by escaping into the shadows, and powerful wanderers are able to walk directly in another world, only showing some of their bodies when attacking.

Tang Sen's ability to use the surgical fruit is also to avoid things like Barn said, if the other party is really standing beside him at this time, and they all have attack intentions, through the ability, Tang Sen can move away in time.

Of course, Tang Sen didn't think that the other party would act so directly regardless of good and evil, judging from the description of Naomi Hanni by the two, even if the other party was not from the good camp, he felt that he was in the orderly camp.

Otherwise, she would never have been able to live in Neverwinter for so long after revealing her position.

The priests and paladins of those temples, especially the paladins, could not tolerate a speck of sand in their eyes, let alone allow an evil man to exist under their noses.

With his preparations ready, Townsend walked straight to the wanderer's house.

Seeing this, Barn gritted his teeth and hurriedly followed.

Tang Sen walked to the door and knocked politely: "My name is Tang Sen and I am an adventurer. ”

"I don't have any ill intentions, I'm just here to recruit you to join my team."

Not surprisingly, there was no response.

Tang Sen didn't care either, he just wanted to explain his intention and avoid being attacked at the first time.

"It's a bit rude, but I know you're listening, so. I came in. ”

He turned his head to Barn and said, "Just wait outside, by the way, watch Trihy, don't let her run around." ”

With that, he stepped through the door and into the house.

Before he could see the layout of his surroundings clearly, Tang Sen felt an incomparably cold feeling enveloping him, as if some incomparably evil and powerful being was looking at him with malicious eyes.

Will die, if you stay here any longer, you will definitely die!

Every organ of Tang Sen's body instinctively wanted to escape from this place, but he forcibly stopped this urge, and did not even show the slightest look of horror on his face, maintaining the calm before entering the door.

"Is that how it feels? No wonder Neverwinter is so terrible about the rumors of the wanderer. ”

Through the space created by the surgical fruit, Tang Sen clearly felt that there was no malicious existence around him at all, and everything was just his own feelings.

"Whether it's a fellow who wants to come in and steal, an assassin who is about to assassinate, or even an adventurer who strays here, I'm afraid that because of this irresistible feeling of fear, they will choose to flee directly, and even leave an indelible shadow later."

This is not the ability that a wanderer should have, it should be some kind of magic item related to evil gods or demons that the other party has obtained.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

The corners of Tang Sen's mouth hooked slightly: "Do you plan to scare me off in this way?" ”

"At least not directly."

He was always looking around, and was even ready to summon Daisy and Smaug, and if the other party was hostile, then Smaug could make his debut in this world.

He walked to the table in the foyer and sat down, and said, "I've heard your stories, but those don't matter to me. ”

"I want to go to the Eternal Wasteland in search of a relic of Netheriel, I need a guide who knows the Eternal Wasteland well, and a wanderer who can handle it, and you are the most suitable person in Neverwinter."

"So, make an offer."

With that, there was silence all around.

No one responded in the empty room, as if the owner wasn't at home at all.

Tang Sen waited for a moment before continuing to speak: "Since that's the case, then I'll make an offer for you." ”

He stood up, walked to the open space of the foyer, took out a dimensional pouch from his waist, turned it upside down, and then thought about the wealth rune in the palm of his hand.

"How about 10,000 dragon coins?"

As he spoke, the tinkling gold coins poured out of the dimensional bag, quickly piling up into a small mountain bag.

The room suddenly turned golden.

After waiting for a while, there was still no response from the surroundings, so Tang Sen smiled: "It seems that you think you are worth more." ”

He toppled the dimensional bag again, and more gold coins fell out with a clatter.

This time it was longer, so much so that the gold coins began to roll down and spread scattered all over the hallway.

"Fifty thousand dragon coins."

Townsen's tone was still calm, his feet on the gold coins on the ground, and the metal crashing sound of jingling bells sounded.

However, the pouring of gold coins did not stop, as if Townsend had expected no response, until the entire foyer was covered with a thick layer of gold coins, making the dilapidated room enough to dazzle everyone.

"Now it's 100,000 dragon coins."

Townsend said, "I'm curious how many gold coins you can hold in this house. And how much value can be coveted. ”

At this moment, a dagger suddenly and silently stretched out from Tang Sen's back, across Tang Sen's neck, and a slightly hoarse female voice sounded in the room: "I'm also curious-"

"What price would you pay for your life?"

"Priceless." Townsen's voice sounded on the other side of the foyer, and the figure in place had disappeared in an instant.

"I thought you'd just stab it down, what made you not do it?"

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Tang Sen's mouth, looking at the figure in front of him who had finally appeared.

This is a woman who is shrouded in shadows, and no face or figure can be seen, except for the hand holding the dagger, whose skin is pale and delicate.

She didn't answer Townsend's question, just lowered the dagger, leaving the last skin hidden in the shadows.

"Get out of here with your money, I don't accept employment from others."

"Doesn't it seem that money can impress you?" Townsend looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the kitchen cabinet, where there were a few pieces of the cheapest black bread, and some leftovers that had apparently been eaten once, but had not been thrown away, and were no longer recognizable to be anything.

"You don't look rich." "Or much poorer than I thought," he said. ”

"You only need to pick up one of the gold coins on the ground to be able to enjoy a good meal, and if you take them all, then you will not be short of money for the rest of your life."

"And, you know, I was able to give more."

The temptation in Townsen's tone did not impress the other party, and the woman just repeated again:

"Get out of here with your money."

"Or leave your life behind."

(End of chapter)