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"To the southwest, about a hundred and thirty miles. (The text was first published in the Cabinet biquge.info)"

The short and cold answer made the entire lobby completely silent.

The deeper you go, the greater the danger.

This is the crudest and most primitive framework of rules in the Whispering Forest. And countless cave bears have used their lives to add detailed provisions to this framework.

For every ten miles out of the forest, the monsters you might encounter were a level stronger—kobolds and goblins who could only work together were nothing. Something like a jackal or an ogre that is not inferior to an army is already very common inside, but the ground in the jungle will gradually become swampy, and eventually tricky things such as wetland wyverns may also appear in this environment, and even in the deepest parts, terrible monsters such as petrified cattle and hydra lizards, which claim to be comparable to dragons, will also show their amazing ambush skills to outsiders who have ventured into it from time to time.

One hundred and thirty miles to the southwest undoubtedly meant entering the heart of the forest, which was already known as the forbidden zone.

So the guy who was eating in his hand, the mercenaries bowed their heads and said nothing, and after evaluating each other, some of them began to give up the temptation of those gold coins. But many more people are still making their own minds - after all, a thousand kingdom coins represent the temptation to wash your hands, buy a pasture and a group of good breeds, and live out your old age in peace.

And the bigger temptation is that the job seems to have a high chance of success......

Or maybe the depths of the forest are full of dangers, but a hefty bounty means you don't have to search in small squads, just like hunting. If a dozen, or even dozens of people move forward together, there is a relative guarantee, not to mention that there is a seemingly high-level mage and paladin as a backing, which makes this guarantee even more considerable-especially those holy warriors, although they are disgusting, but it is this arrogance that makes them absolutely not ignore the human race in the face of a crisis...... For all the guys on the mainland, at least those who have not committed adultery, these people will always be a relatively reliable guarantee.

Especially now, when the one who spoke out again broke the silence, it was also in everyone's hearts, adding a little weight to that guarantee.

"Okay, I'll take over this job with Baroque Night Rain. In the name of my beard, I will guarantee your arrival. He said, and after a brief pause, more than a dozen voices began to echo one after another.

"I'm also joining, in the name of the god of war. "Me too, in my grandfather's name......"

Obviously, the unkempt, burgundy beard was a powerful guarantee, not because it was dragged down to the waist, and was very well groomed, braided, and tied with several glittering brass rings on it. Rather, because it belongs to a dwarf - a dwarf's assurances made with his beard are always quite binding.

What's more, these sons of the earth are famous for their superb combat power.

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"To the southwest, about a hundred and thirty miles. Khaki, Gera and Lego are all in the way? And the dwarf who just arrived yesterday?"

Poplar Town is small, so rumors always spread as fast as the wind.

Especially in Old York's blacksmith shop, which is the largest and only one in Poplar Town. The function of repairing, buying and selling weapons made him the largest meeting point for adventurers in the entire town, except for the Hilton Express.

At this moment, several adventurers formed a half-circle in front of the stall outside the shop, babbling about simple news. The one who listened was the boy named Edward.

"About one hundred and thirty miles...... Is it?"

The boy's fingers gently ran over an old sheepskin...... The sheepskin was not very well made, and in some places it was soft and full of folds, while others were hard and glossy with a black glow, and only those who knew the seemingly messy lines and symbols on it knew its value—it was a map of parts of the Whispering Forest, not perfect in detail, but still strong enough to get through the areas where adventurers were currently able to appear.

This sheepskin is a priceless treasure for the burrowing bears around, but usually only the most experienced hunters can own such a map.

"Got it, I'll go too. A moment later. Edward nodded slightly. And this short speech made several adventurers smile happily,

"Then let's go too, it's rare to have these good players, maybe we can really make a windfall. ”

"yes, yes, I don't want a thousand gold coins, just get a few ounces of evening primrose in the forest, and fold it back halfway. ”

......

"Are you really going?"

The voice came from outside the circle of people, interrupting the gossip of several people.

The young man in the black aristocratic costume did not have an entourage like the average nobleman, but it seemed that he didn't need any pomp and circumstance - just approaching the stall, a few mercenaries had already shut up, and the next moment, they slipped away with a gesture tightly clutching their money bags.

"What are you running! Hell, I don't always collect taxes! What do these bastards think of me? I don't even respect a salute, I'm still a sergeant!" the young nobleman frowned, scolded hatefully, and then noticed that the man he was looking for had entered the room, and followed him.

Jaime ...... I've said it many times, we're a small place, and there are unimaginably many powerful people in the world...... You're too reckless in what you did today. ”

It wasn't until he walked into a room behind the shop that Edward sighed and said in a low voice: "If it were ordinary paladins, of course you could suppress them with your status as a hereditary viscount, but you didn't think about it, this guy ...... How much strength does it take for that sword to completely split the crow's horse, along with the horse's armor, and what a good weapon? Besides, the jewel-encrusted emblem, have you ever seen that thing before? Is a guy like this that you can deal with with with your aristocratic status?"

"Alas, it took dozens of days to lay out, but at the last moment, it fell short, and you don't have any anger in your heart? And just because he is a holy warrior, how do I know that he will draw a sword from a nobleman like me? But even if he draws a sword, it's nothing, can he really attack me with divine punishment? If you want to scare Uncle Ben, he is still decades away!"

The big lama sat down on a chair, and the young nobleman grinned dissatisfiedly: "But in the end, it was really ...... Ed, why did you have to apologize to me? I was completely on your face. ”

To this complaint, the teenager named Edward did not answer.

He was opening a chest in the room and pulling a bow out of it.

It was a short bow that adventurers loved, and this kind of beast tendon horn and hardwood zuò had always been a good weapon for mercenaries, light and powerful, and although the effective range was usually less than a hundred feet, it was the most suitable weapon in the woods.

So the young man of the nobility fell silent. Quietly watching the hunter scrutinize the bow, and then using a long bowstring, at the end of the bow arm, with two small wooden wheels, made a strange appearance.

Years of interaction with the other party had made him know the habits of this young man who was a few years younger than himself, the King of Hunters of Poplar Town, who was always engrossed in arranging his weapons, especially this bow.

So he didn't ask until Edward had put his bow in his quiver, then fastened the strap at a proper angle behind his back, and then took it off.

"Are you really going to go with them......? Very strong, so, aren't you afraid that they will go deep?"

"You saw it...... They took all the cave bears around them, and I'm here now, and there's nothing to do...... And this trip, you should be able to get a lot of things. ”

The hunter did not look up, but continued to take out a broad belt made of cowhide zuò and tie a sheathed sword around his waist. And then speak:

"It's true that they're likely to go very deep, and they won't take the usual route, so I'll have to follow them if I want to make a fortune, and, don't forget, I'm almost fifteen...... The entrance threshold of the Royal Capital Magic Academy has not changed, and if you still can't get that number, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future......"

"That mage's abilities are pretty good...... Unfortunately, it seems that you can't get any interest from her at all......"

The word magic academy made the aristocratic young man frown deeply, and finally couldn't help but speak: "And you still haven't given up that idea? Why bother? Even if you can make a lot of money, I won't care about you, but you think that with your talent that even Old Link denies, you can really touch the edge of magic? Why waste your efforts for something unrealistic?"

This statement is very straightforward, and it is a bit hurtful to be straightforward.

But the young hunter just tugged at the corners of his mouth, not wanting to refute...... Because he knows the meaning of the other party's words, or haughty, but also sincere.

And because, most importantly...... This is the truest truth.

The world he lives in now, the world that is said to have been created by two giant serpents and perfected by the gods, is a world of magic and swords.

But in this world, the people chosen by the magic web will always be a very small number of people in the crowd, those who wield supernatural powers, or really just the legendary children of heaven - although the doors of magic are said to be open to all, you must cross that threshold to truly get a glimpse of the beauty...... And unfortunately, for most people. That threshold is a cliff that can be climbed and crossed in almost a lifetime.

In order to truly possess talented seedlings, even a genuine ** master will personally walk out of his mage tower, but those who have no talent, even if they have the most outstanding mentor and the value of the wealthy, can only wander in a few steps within that gate.

Edward, on the other hand, is likely to be the least talented of the group of people who have no talent.

Not without effort, not without contempt and humiliation, but with facts.

Grim, true, icy facts.

Mage's apprentice, sorcerer, poet...... There are too many mercenaries wandering around Poplar Town, trying to get a bit of luck out of the Whispering Forest, and there are not many of them with supernatural abilities, however, so far, Edward is still only Edward the Skinner, Edward the Jungle Scavenging Wolf, the King of Hunters in Poplar Town, and the Deputy Edward of the Garrison, not ...... Edward the caster.

It's not that he didn't work hard, it's just that so far, he has been proven by countless people that he doesn't have that kind of talent.

"Hmph, magic is just a thing, if it's really as omnipotent as those mages say, then why are there so many mages who still have to obey the command of His Majesty the Emperor?...... As long as you have the right in hand, it's not easy to get a few mages to escort you?I really don't understand you, if you follow me, you will ...... in less than twenty years."

The silence of his companion embarrassed the young nobleman, who knew that he had spoken too much. So I hurriedly began to clumsily cover up:

"And you know, the deeper you go, the more dangerous it is, you're not a mage, you can run back with a portal......! What's the trouble, what about so many things in the city?"

"My eldest young master, don't underestimate my ability, and don't let me underestimate your ability, okay?"

The young man who tied the long sword around his waist raised his head and showed a smile: "The method of training those cubs, you have almost learned it, and the negotiation with the merchants in the south, as long as you know the bottom line, it is estimated that you will not lose much, this year's new fields have been reclaimed, the pasture has been raised, the insufficient part can be purchased, and the rest is waiting for people to grow slowly, and this matter is not in a hurry." As for me, you think I'm a rookie in the woods for the first time?"

But......" The young nobleman wanted to say something, but in the end found his words a little untenable.

"I've said it a long time ago, you can't always rely on me, can you?"

With a choking sound, the black and thin young man waved his hand and pulled out the long sword in his sheath, and waved it in the air: "I can't stay in this place for the rest of my life, and I have no interest in managing the eating, drinking, and Lazar of a group of lords, you already know it." And this qiē will be, and can only be your own responsibility, I have always believed that Master James is not a fool. Or do you think I'm not right?"

"Hell, you ...... it."

The infrequent expression of Xiàn switched to a non-trivial teasing, Lord James was a little annoyed for a moment, he blushed, and wanted to respond with a curse, but in the end he still didn't spit out the unlucky word, just turned away, and threw down a complaint: "Okay, okay, you'd better come back early...... Otherwise, your old man's iron shop can still sell something, but the inn will have a lot of signature dishes......

......

Walking out of the gate, the young nobleman waved his hand vigorously.

As his closest friend for eight years, James didn't want Edward to leave - if it weren't for him, his own territory in the middle of nowhere, even in the wilderness, would never have prospered, and he would have been a country aristocrat who ate and waited for death, and finally achieved nothing......

And now, the annual tax of this small town has reached thousands of gold coins, and this alone is no less than or even surpasses the so-called rich territories in the middle of the kingdom. The direct donation in Old York's blacksmith is a multiple of this figure...... And he could see that the other party still had a lot, maybe even unimaginable, of all kinds of novel plans, which could make this place richer and become an independent place, and it was not impossible for the existence of a small kingdom.

But eight years of getting along also made James know how obsessed the young man who was younger than himself was with magic.

It's nice to have a magician as a subordinate, but everyone knows it's not realistic.

In fact, although the age limit for students in the Academy of Magic is fifteen years old, I have never heard of a mage who really started his studies at this age and achieved success...... True geniuses begin their formal studies at the age of ten or so, and there are even some who show their talent at birth, and that is the true expression of a true mage, who is called the chosen son.

Edward should be called a genius.

For business and business matters, his views even surpass those of many old businessmen who have been rolling in the field of interests for more than ten years, and he even has unique insights on running territories and training soldiers.

However, genius is obviously not something in common, those weird runes and awkward spells are definitely not something he can understand lightly, and in the past few years, the spellcasters among those adventurers have also expressed a negative attitude towards this child's talent.

Hopefully, after seeing the hardships of those things at the Academy of Magic, he will be able to retreat...... Until then, hopefully he'll come back safe this time.

The young nobleman comforted himself so in his heart. But he still couldn't help but wonder......

Edward was so shrewd, what if he did get away with it, and his stubbornness and burning thirst for spells were hopeless...... If he really saw that little bit of vague hope, this guy would most likely be buried in the academy for the rest of his life, between those boring books and low-level spells?

Until then, what if he doesn't come back this time?

But dissuasion is clearly pointless...... In the past five or six years, he had already discussed this issue with him dozens of times, but in the end, Edward had used all kinds of theories to refute his reasoning, which in vain increased his confidence.

It is said to be faith, but it may be closer to stubbornness.

"The outside world is not so simple, be careful to break the blood flow, no, turn into a corpse and come back......" James, who didn't come up with an answer in the end, could only mutter: "Maybe when this place becomes the center of one of the best commercial lords on the continent in the future, you will regret not having the opportunity to see it!"

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