For his future destination, Butian has made a complete plan.

He now has a three-year life talisman to do, so time is precious to him. He wants to make good use of these three years to quickly improve his strength to a certain level, after all, the divine dragon Nikootos, just by hearing the name, he knows that he is a bullish being.

If you want to complete the ultimate task of this article, it can be said that there is a long way to go, and Butian has to plan carefully and figure it out slowly.

First of all, he had to leave here and enter other more developed big cities, Butian needed to have a certain understanding of this world, and secondly, he had to find out a bit of information about the Divine Dragon in those cities with developed civilizations.

When the purpose of the first step plan is completed, Butian plans to go to some dangerous areas where Warcraft live.

That's where he can really get stronger. After all, with the upgrade system that comes with him, he can gain experience points by killing Warcraft, and if he can upgrade a few levels, then it will also add a huge weight to the completion of the ultimate task in the future.

Finally, and finally, the crux of the whole program. He needs to get a good set of equipment, regardless of whether this is a game or reality, Butian doesn't bother to think about it, he only has one task now, and that is to survive.

The attribute bonus of equipment can strengthen his strength, and strength is the key to his urgent need to improve, so, in order to survive.

In order to live

At a bar in the small town of Watersey, Bu Tiandi heard the news he wanted.

According to a skinny old man sitting at the bar counter with a red wine snort.

The nearest major city to the town of Watersey is Sparta, and it would take a full two weeks to get there, even by horse-drawn carriage.

On the way to Sparta, you will pass through three small towns and a medium-sized city, Lagash.

The only horse shop in Watsea that provides carriage service is located in the northwest corner of the town, and it only takes one silver cal to hire a carriage and a groom to serve you for a week.

In other words, the cost of the trip to Sparta was only two silver karls.

After hearing the news, Butian no longer hesitated, and immediately set off for Ma Xing.

"Knock Rub" "Knock Rub"

On the bluestone street leading to the city gate of the small town of Wattsey, the sound of horses' hooves mixed with the "wheeling" sound of the rolling wheels of the carriage came from far and near.

A groom dressed in a blue cotton shirt with black trousers rolled up sits in the driver's seat of the carriage with a whip in hand.

The groom was a young man, with short red hair and a freckled face, who skilfully steered the carriage through the streets.

Two sturdy brown horses strolled gracefully through the streets of the town of Wattsea toward the East City Gate, with their long manes fluttering, pulling a black wooden carriage steadily.

Pedestrians passing by the town avoided the side of the street when they heard the sound of horses' hooves, and in a respectful manner, bowed their heads and saw the carriage pass by.

For these ordinary townspeople, those who could afford to sit in a carriage were rich and powerful aristocrats, and they were reluctant to sit in a luxurious carriage with a silver karl that they could earn in a year.

Bu Tian leaned on the carriage of the carriage, sitting in the rickety carriage and playing with the silver sheath sword in his hand.

After hiring a carriage and a young coachman in a horse shop in the northwest corner of the town, he had only two silver carax left on him.

But it didn't matter, he had already inquired that in this strange land called the Fran Continent, powerful people don't have to worry about having no money to live.

Because as long as there is some strength, you can choose to join the ranks of big forces similar to the mercenary union, and receive remuneration at the cost of completing various tasks.

Like in the bar in Watters Town before, Bu Tian saw two powerful guys. Listening to others, it seems that it is a low-level 1-level martial artist with the title of reserve mercenary.

After a little inquiry, Bu Tian knew what the so-called reserve mercenary title meant.

It turns out that as long as the strength has reached the lower level 1, they are eligible to go to the mercenary union to apply for the title of reserve mercenary. As long as you pay a little money and complete a task issued by the Mercenary Guild, you can obtain this title and become a member of the Mercenary Guild.

In addition to the mercenary union, there is also the more powerful Council of Wizards, and the mysterious League of Thieves.

The power of these three behemoths spread throughout the entire Flange Continent, and under them, there were many large and small forces. There are even rumors of more powerful and ancient forces, but this news does not seem to have been confirmed.

Thinking of these three huge forces that spread throughout the entire Flange Continent, Bu Tian smiled dumbly.

Where is this going on, what kind of martial arts mercenaries, even magicians and thieves have come out.

"Hey, little Thomas, there's business coming to you again. ”

A clear and rough voice with a hint of greeting interrupted Butian's conjecture.

"Haha, Uncle Carlo, this is a big business, and it is rare to find a gentleman in the small town of Wattsea who directly charters a carriage for two weeks. ”

The young man named Thomas in the driver's seat of the carriage smiled brightly, and he showed a mouthful of white teeth, and he replied to a middle-aged guard at the city gate wearing leather armor and carrying a long sword at his waist.

"Oh, it seems that this gentleman must be a gentleman of stature, and you should be honored, well, get over it." Don't delay this gentleman's trip. ”

The middle-aged guard named Carlo stopped interrogating him after a moment of surprise and happily let him go.

"Then Uncle Carlo will see you back. ”

Thomas smiled and nodded to the guards, whipped his horse, and steered the carriage through the low city gates.

The middle-aged guard watched as the carriage drove out of the town, then continued to turn around and began to patrol left and right.

On the wide official road in the suburbs, the horses' hooves are trampling, the sound of clattering is continuous, and the wheels are relentless.

In the slightly swaying carriage, Butian was quite bored and reclined on the leather bench in the carriage.

His left elbow rested under his head, his eyes half-squinted, but his right hand hung down and slashed in the air as he slashed the Krititian imitation sword. The shaky wagon, which was not very steady, made him a little annoyed.

"Phew, damn it, taking a long-distance bus is the most torturous method. He frowned and grumbled.

Time seems to be so long and difficult, but it will always sneak away inadvertently.

Approaching the evening, a bright moon stood in the sky, like a cold goddess who escaped from the mortal world, cold and arrogant and graceful.

Thomas's skill in driving the carriage was commendable, and there were no accidents.

Butian lifted the curtain of one of the windows of the carriage and took a deep breath of the night, the cold air with a faint moonlight made his whole soul feel comfortable and peaceful.

"Alright Thomas, let's drive here today, and find a place to camp nearby. Rest for the night and continue your journey early tomorrow morning. ”

Putting down the curtain, Butian said lightly to Thomas outside the carriage.

"Yes, sir, I'll be happy to serve you. ”

Thomas replied respectfully, and pulled the carriage to a sparsely wooded area near the official road.

Pushing open the wooden door panel of the carriage, Butian bent over and walked out of the carriage.

Thomas, having tied the reins of the horse to the branches of a tree, hurried to meet him, and pulled out the stool from under his driver's seat and placed it neatly under the carriage.

"Don't bother, Thomas, I'm not a bad old man who can't walk. Butian jokingly said to the busy Thomas.

"This is what I should do, sir. Thomas bowed, still humble.

Bu Tian shook his head helplessly, knowing that in this world with strict hierarchies and class concepts deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, he could not dissuade others from being eclectic.

After all, in the Fran Continent, strength is still paramount, and weak ordinary people should be in awe of rich and powerful nobles or powerful warriors.

Not everyone is like Butian, who has strong strength but is kind to an ordinary person, a little short-tempered, and has a perverse personality, and even treats ordinary people as grass mustard.

Stepping on the sedan chair, Butian slowly stepped off the carriage.

The moonlight was like water, falling down, draped over his velvet robe, fluorescent, like a dream.

The roaring bonfire dispelled the chill of the night, and this place was located northwest of the Crook Principality, where the cold snap from the Strait of Yahiri always passed for the first time of the year, and then covered the entire Crook Principality, plunging this small country in the northeast of the Holy Alliance into a snowy winter.

It is now late autumn, the season of God-given fruits recorded in the oracle texts of the French continent.

At this time of year, the poor people of the French continent are busy harvesting food and thanking God.

"Smack" "Poof"

From time to time, Thomas added firewood to the bonfire, and with a few strokes, the crackling firewood was blown by the wind, and it was like the most devout worshippers of the legendary Vulcan cult dancing happily.

The throbbing red fire light shone on Butian's face, making his knife-like hard cheeks look dark and uncertain at the moment, but those narrow eyes were as bright as stars at this time.

"Sir. There is one thing I must tell you the truth. ”

Breaking the silence of this moment, Thomas looked at Butian with a solemn and serious face on the side.

Turning his head to look at Thomas with some doubts, Butian immediately smiled and said, "You say, what's important." ”

As if infected by the smile on Butian's face, Thomas's solemn and serious face also relaxed a little.

He stirred up the campfire, as if sorting out what he was about to say.

"Because of the spurning and exclusion of the entire Holy Order Alliance, the development of the Thieves Alliance in the territory of the Holy Order Alliance has been difficult, so some low-level thieves who are not powerful have taken risks and began to play cameo robbers in various regions of the Holy Order Alliance.

Some of these small bands robbed caravans and pedestrians in various countries of the Holy Order Alliance.

Some gangs with large numbers of people began to accept more difficult assassination missions, from which they received large rewards.

Therefore, on this trip to Sparta, we should be extra careful of these evil guys, if we really meet these outlaw villains," Thomas said this, he had already gritted his teeth a little, obviously hated these robbers, and then he looked at Butian with an apologetic look.

"If you do meet these outlaws, please forgive me for my offense, sir, and you should decisively give them the money, so that you may be able to save your life. ”

Thomas said helplessly and apologetically, his eyes looking sincere and clear.

Butian looked at him quietly for a moment, as if he wanted to get to know him again, but finally said something that made Thomas breathe a sigh of relief.

"I see, Thomas, thanks for the reminder. ”

"Thank you for your forgiveness and understanding, sir, this is what I should do. ”

Thomas bowed his head and said respectfully. His eyes seemed to flash a faint fluctuation.

Nothing was said all night. The night passed quickly amid the sound of insects chirping.

The next morning, Thomas buried the embers of the smoking campfire with earth, and busily fed the horses some grass, and quickly settled breakfast himself.

Although he wondered why the young gentleman had not eaten since yesterday and to-day, he did not ask. In his mind, the gentleman must have eaten the dry rations he had brought with him in the carriage.

The wheels roll, and the journey to Sparta continues to begin the day. Butian sat in the bumpy carriage, quietly watching the scenery outside the window of the car quickly retreating backwards.

Will it be smooth sailing?