Heine parked the carriage next to the "Enchanted Leather" and asked the guards to watch over it, and then walked.

With his years of experience in RPGs, this place is a little less dense than a tavern.

That's the main purpose of his visit.

There's nothing more reassuring than listening to a strategy and looking for a task.

"What hand crossbow? Elaborate. ”

Brother Yang couldn't help but start asking.

"A self-charging magic hand crossbow, venom armor-piercing arrows, up to five, it seems that there is no chance."

"It's okay, it's just a crossbow, we can't just press him to trigger the mission."

Teacher Xia was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "Actually, there is a plate armor belt enchanted with slight thorns on this street, which is also considered ...... in the early stage."

"I think this magic hand crossbow is very important for you, we should be proactive."

"Fuck you, do you still have a face-changing in the knight's skill bar?"

"I call it sincerity."

Teacher Xia was powerless to complain, but the words of catching sheep also inspired him.

"We can indeed be more proactive - you said that since he accepted our premise of 'fighting autonomously', wouldn't it be reasonable for us to trigger memories in certain scenarios?"

"You mean to pretend to be a high-level NPC revenant in the McKara region?"

"Yes, it's free mode now, and you stand still when you walk to the door of 'Poisonous Spider's Kiss' later, attract that alchemist out, and whether you can trigger the plot depends on this buddy's understanding."

"Why me?"

"The hemolytic wood used for the cutting board of Boss 3 (Hunter), what hemolytic hemp, hemolytic grass and the like only grow near the haunted farm, that is the dungeon area, normal people dare not go, he will borrow your cutting board in the name of research, and then start the plot."

Brother Yang was alert: "You won't dismantle my shield, will you?" ”

"That's a good question, I don't know."

"Huh?"

"I was wanted when I dug up the tomb of the Seventh Master, and the first 10 levels were spent in the Whispering Forest, so it depends on his understanding."

"Then why am I standing still?"

"Well, maybe you're the old father of this shopkeeper who died in battle......"

“…… Yours is the real thing. ”

At this time, the three of them had slowly approached the "Kiss of the Poisonous Spider".

When he reached the door, the sheep suddenly stood still, and Heine deliberately walked a few steps before turning back in surprise.

At this time, the alchemist Rowan had already walked out, and he also frowned and looked at the tightly wrapped skeleton in front of him.

He recognized it as the undead.

"Is this your servant? Come in and talk. ”

Rowan returned to the house, and Heine followed him after feigning hesitation.

There were no customers in the store, but it was as deserted as yesterday.

Heine automatically ignored this when he stepped on the spot yesterday, and chose the "Bottles and Cans" pharmacy not far away, but he didn't expect there to be a plot here.

"You're from the Boneyard?"

"Yes."

"My name is Rowan, I don't like to be polite, so I just said it bluntly - your servant has something on me that interests me, make a price."

Heine's gaze swept over the sheep, as if in thought.

"Teacher Xia, how is this different from what you said?"

"Don't panic, this NPC is at most level 5, or a life profession, you can kill him with a flying shield."

"And then Heine is wanted to go to the Whispering Forest to spend the first 10 levels?"

"You see, the world line is closed."

Heine couldn't laugh or cry, but his face remained calm.

"What you're interested in has to do with Hunter Gittier?"

"You ......"

Rowan's breathing was noticeably heavier, and there was hostility in his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, Hunter died last night."

"What?"

"The bone-burying ground was razed to the ground by the holy light that fell from the sky, and the academy no longer existed."

"How is that possible...... No, Holy Light......"

Luo Wen's face changed suddenly, he put his hands in his hair, and said bitterly:

"That Githil is dead? He's dead? So where do I go to find hemolytic grass, damn it, I managed to escape from that place! ”

"Let's talk." Heine said, "Maybe I can help you." ”

……

Half an hour later, Heine left the Spider's Kiss with two vials of paralyzing toxin.

The communication was smooth, and he not only received the task, but also received a part of the reward in advance.

Teacher Xia sighed with emotion: "I really envy this buddy's understanding and eloquence, if there was him in the team at the beginning, how could we fight so many senseless fights...... It has long been in the first echelon. ”

"Makes sense, after all, you are below the professional level in your brains, and you can even fight the quartermaster before I join."

Heine scratched his head when he heard this, what kind of players are these......

Rowan's story isn't complicated.

He was born on a haunted farm run by the Githil family, where he spent the first thirty-two years of his life before escaping for nearly a year.

In addition to working for the Githilers, the farmers of the Haunted Farm also serve as experimental material.

Because he was good at mixing potions, he was selected into the manor at the age of fifteen, and not only became a mage apprentice, but also a family, and soon had a lovely daughter.

But later he learned that his wife had long been infected with a blood curse, and his daughter was a test subject for the genetic study of blood curses.

Her mother's cushioning allowed her blood to be medicated, and the potion Hunter used to deal with the bone-burying teacher was added to it - which is why Sheara is still unconscious.

Heine first asked the other party to study the cutting board, but unfortunately most of the properties of this thing were changed by the potion, and it could not be used in the medicine.

So he agreed to go to the Haunted Farm and bring some hemolytic herbs back.

Both for the follow-up to the magic crossbow and for the healing of Thiara.

He didn't reveal that there was also a patient lying in his house, so Rowan naturally cried gratefully and gave two bottles of poison on the spot.

During the conversation, Heine repeated Rowan's words in the form of rhetorical questions, allowing the two players to listen to the whole story.

The two did not disappoint Heine either, quickly linking the quest to the Haunted Farm, stating that "this quest came just in time, and I went back to the Haunted Farm like home".

Now I have to go.

Heine handed the poison bottle to Mr. Xia and carefully instructed him how to poison the dagger, just like teaching a kitten to poop in a litter box.

……

All the way north on the carriage.

Heine instructed the sheep to sit next to him and drive together.

He decided to give the other party a certain amount of freedom, but before that he had to show enough hesitation.

On the other hand, catching sheep is also very nervous.

"What should I do, Mr. Xia, I feel like I'm going to turn into bone powder."

"On the other hand, you're the first skeleton to prepare for the next one."

"I thank you......"

At this point, Heine pondered and spoke.

"Headmaster Garay says I'm not a necromancer.

"The effect of the Soul Rebuke Curse is to prevent the mage from communicating with the geyers of the underworld, so this curse is of little use to me.

But he mentions spirits, which are a stronger class of the dead, who are born with a good sense of battle, and which do not die after death...... I think you're supposed to be a spirit, too, and you're very good.

"The person who can summon spirits is a psychic, and I hope that I will one day be worthy of that title - knowing souls.

"I don't know why you're stopping in front of Rowan's store today.

"I asked him about the shop, and he said he had taken it from an old man who had a son who had died in battle, and he was a great lad who was affectionately called 'solid backing' by his teammates.

"I don't know if you're related to him, but I must admit that you're just as reliable."

The gentle words were blown away by the early autumn wind.

Heine was silent, and the two of them were perhaps silent for a long time.

In the middle of the night, Heine sighed.

He patted the sheep on the shoulder: "Go in, just like a psychic trying to communicate with your summon, but obviously failing." ”

Catch the sheep and return to the carriage, and it took a while before he spoke.

"Am I a pass?"

"I think so."

"Isn't that more obvious next time?"

"I think so."

Heine also breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, this story is not made up in vain.