"Yes!"

Tucker thought for a moment and nodded.

Today, Tucker is a combination of his own appearance and the Witcher's Andre's appearance.

Coupled with Andrei's burly figure, plus Andre the Witcher has the habit of growing a beard.

Tucker's sideburns and beard were completely incapable of the teenager Tucker was supposed to look like.

"Huh? Ramour accent? You're coming from the Tower of La Morr? ”

As soon as Tucker spoke, Carlos grabbed the point.

And this is also the option that Tucker deliberately reserved for his identity.

"André Lamour" from Lamour is sure to have a Lamour's accent.

"Well, I'm over there in the Lamor Underground Block." Tucker nodded.

Suddenly Carlos became vigilant.

Even the necromancer "Amandy" not far away took a look.

Yes, that third-order necromancer who was always shrouded in the gray fog of death was Amanti.

"What's it called?" Carlos asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

You're waiting to check your account!

Tucker took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders.

He replied in a calm and indifferent tone.

"If you're not a sheriff or a patrol officer in St. Rand, I don't think I need to tell you my name."

"Even if you have a very strong sister, that's the same!"

Sure enough, Tucker's words instantly angered Carlos.

How to provoke Carlos, Tucker knows better than anyone.

His gaze instantly sharpened, and Carlos, who was holding down the anger in his heart, had already pressed one hand on the short knife at his waist.

"Impolite wizard, guess it's your witchcraft or my knife that's fast?"

"I can guarantee that I will be able to cut through your shield and give you two big mouths by the way when you cast a spell and chant, so that you can also understand how to speak well on the long street of Lamour."

"It's too late for you to apologize, bearded wizard!"

"Otherwise, you will be carried out and thrown on the road in a moment."

At the same time, Amanti, who was behind Tucker, pinched the necromancy without speaking of martial arts.

At this point, Tucker turned a blind eye to what was going on, and a look of indifference appeared on his cheeks, scrutinizing Carlos.

"Young people, times have changed!"

"Compared to the knife in your hand, I think it should be my steam revolver that is faster! Do you want to give it a try? ”

Carlos's heart froze as he glanced over.

See, inside the wizard's sleeve robe propped up by Tucker.

The cold muzzle of the gun, which contains the extraordinary properties of [Execution], is already aimed at Carlos.

This fourth-order transcendent steam revolver [Execution].

It was built by Baggins for Tucker.

Baggins knew that Tucker had extremely strong wizarding methods.

An ordinary self-defense type steam revolver is definitely useless, and it will not be able to participate in the battle at the level of Tucker at all.

So Baggins purchased a large number of [Execution] characteristic materials, and specially made a fourth-order powerful steam revolver for Tucker that can touch the soul at close range and execute and kill enemies who cannot resist.

Aim at close range and get into the soul with one shot.

[Execution], which was born specifically for execution.

"Hi...... Carlos, don't be cowardly, you bet he doesn't have a bullet in his gun. ”

"That's it, anyway, the revolver can't threaten your life, we have a priest here who can save you."

"This new wizard actually has a steam revolver, is this not confident in his own witchcraft? It's all spoiled by the ethos of Saint-Rand. ”

"That's it, the transcendents on St. Rand's side like to carry this kind of steam firearms, a group of bastards who don't talk about martial arts."

"Hi...... Wizard, why doesn't your revolver ring, let's give it a try! ”

At this time, the transcendents not far away were not afraid of the excitement and started to coax.

"These bastards!"

Carlos trembled with anger, and he felt that the execution characteristics of the revolver were very threatening to him.

"If you can put away your revolver, I might be able to treat you to a drink!"

At this moment, a loud but exceptionally clear voice sounded.

Shilor, who went to pay the head of the Bloodline in the back, has returned.

"More than willingly!"

Tucker smiled and directly stored the Transcendent Steam Revolver [Execution] into the Transcendent Bracelet.

The small confrontation was lightly resolved by Shilor's words.

The bartender also brought Tucker a new glass of oak and stone fruit wine in due course.

The transcendents not far away were disappointed that they did not see blood.

They like to watch the big scenes of their heads breaking and bleeding.

Looking at the wizard who was disarming directly in front of him, Carlos, who was hanging aside, felt that he had hit the cotton in a circle, and his already depressed mood was even more depressed.

"I don't remember that Ramor had a number one like you."

Tucker as he sipped Oak Stone Fruit Wine.

Shilor on the side looked over.

"I'm just a nobody, no match for your dazzling geniuses."

"And...... ...... has always been"

After taking a sip of his wine, Tucker talked about the past with a little wistfulness.

"I'm an unlucky man."

"I didn't even have time to run to St. Rand during that great escape, those damn gloom and evil falls, the chase is really fierce, and my wizard's robe is torn and torn."

"Fortunately, my physique is strong enough to escape fast enough, of course, the escape speed is still worse than that of the assassins."

Carlos, who was eavesdropping on the side, couldn't help but be stunned.

He felt that the other party was doing it on purpose, but he didn't have any evidence.

"I was chased and helpless, so I could only be forced to go to the Black River Valley."

"Black River Valley?" Shilor paused.

"Some time ago, there was a lot of movement in the Black River Valley."

"Yes!" Tucker let out a long breath and said in a slightly complaining tone.

"You see, my luck is so bad sometimes."

"When I went to the Black River Valley, I met a kind shepherd who took me in, and raised sheep there for half a year."

"I finally sold it for money, thinking that I could come to St. Rand to live a good life, and even hoped to find a St. Rand girl to live with me."

"The result...... I just finished selling sheep and almost died in the Black River Valley. ”

"At that time, the terrifying puppet silk thread filled almost my entire vision, and I was dragged into the depths of darkness, and death and darkness almost swallowed me."

"I was literally close to dying at the time."

"Then, all of a sudden, those weird threads were gone, and there was light illuminating my path."

"Oh! The great three-eyed god, I was almost moved to tears. ”

"A miracle, that's definitely a miracle!"

"I dragged my tired body and fled the town on the edge of the valley, from that damn horror place."

"I was in the depths of the cave, and the sheep were huddled together for the hardest days."

"You should know what happened next."

"And I only found out after I came to the Black River Valley for a while."

"It's Tucker the Blasphemer, who did a great job killing that damn puppeteer."

"Thank you to the great Three-Eyed God, and thank you to Tucker the Blasphemer."

"I got my life back."

Tucker had a smile on his face.

Tucker's eloquent elaboration made many transcendent people around him can't help but listen.

"You didn't come here to inquire about Tucker the Blasphemer!"

Carlos asked, lowering his voice.

Tucker glanced at Carlos and said angrily.

"I'm a little unlucky, but I'm in a clear mind."

"Is Tucker the Blasphemer qualified to inquire about a transcendent of I'm a powerful being?"

"Is that level of war something that a low-level transcendent like me can participate in?"

"The biggest characteristic of me is that I am self-aware."

"What I hope for most now is that I can find a local girl from St. Landers, preferably the one with a house in the area."

"That way, I don't have to worry about the damn rent."

Tucker's righteous and stern soft rice made many transcendents cast disdainful glances.

As a wizard who is already a second-order, Dan Fan is a little self-motivated.

I dare not say that I made a lot of money in St. Lander.

But at least after paying the rent, after getting drunk in the tavern, you can still have some in your pocket.

Unless, there is some bad fetish.

"So...... Did you come to the tavern looking for a girl? ”

Shilore's tone was slightly unkind.

"Of course not."

Tucker leaned up on his waist.

"After coming to St. Lander, my luck seems to have changed a little better."

"As much as I hope to find the girl of St. Landers in my heart, before I can do so, I need to earn more magic gold."

"It's a bit too dangerous underground, though, and I don't want to run into a dead end when I run away. That damn bad luck, I don't know when it's going to strike. ”

"I heard the news that there is a Lamor Mutual Aid Society here."

"I'd like to get some magic drawings of the dungeon's deeper layers from here."

"And, in recent times, the location information of the dungeon werewolves and bloods."

"That way, I'll be safer when I go underground."

Tucker's words made Shirol suddenly unable to understand the strange wizard in front of him.

You say he's amazing, he actually wants to eat the soft rice of the Saint-Landers girl.

You have to say that he wants to eat soft rice, he actually dares to go deep underground and hunt those blood clans.

A strong soft rice man, a very weird combination.

Looking at Shilor in thought.

Tucker duly spoke, "I know that information is important, so I can pay for it." ”

"Of course, I hope you can be cheaper, I don't have a lot of money."

Looking up and down, this slightly burly transcendent wizard was looking up.

Shilor had already stood up and said, "No, that's not important information, I'll give it to you for free." ”

"But there is one condition."

"On what terms?"

"You're going to hand over the hunting vampire head here."

"Of course, this is a well-intentioned help, not a mandatory requirement."

"Because, part of the income from the vampire head or werewolf head paid here will be handed over to the street of Lamour, which will make our place better built."

"Deal!" Tucker nodded crisply.

(End of chapter)