The notice board in Cougainvillea is a collection of scars, as if it will fall to the ground and break into pieces any moment. The largest notice sheet showed a man and a horse, roughly the shape of a knight in a white cloak. The man's head was marked with a red cross, like an arrow target, and the horse's head had faded away. This notice, along with several advertisements seeking doctors, acted as a patch to the cracks.
"What I mean is," the man rapped his knuckles on the bulletin board, "can't - pass!" His other hand crept across the table, collecting the coins. "Did you see? There is a plague in the city. Let's go, don't say I'm out of breath! This is for your own good."
Bonin felt that they were not wrong, this guy was just greedy. But he would rather poison the other party than pay for it.
"We are here to seek medical treatment." .”
The corner of the man's mouth twitched. "There are no good doctors here."
"A not-so-good doctor is also a doctor. It's better than waiting to die at home." The adventurer turned slightly sideways. Brennan understood this and grabbed his chest with his right hand, bursting out with a heartbreaking cough. Poor acting. He thought to himself, blushing under his cloak at the exaggerated movement, but no one could see it. This was an idea that the mercenary came up with, allowing him to cover his face and walk into the town openly. "Have mercy, my lord. He is dying."
The man hesitated again and again, but finally agreed. They marched into the town amid thank-yous and coughs, leaving guards and notice boards behind.
"It's amazing," Bonin muttered. "You can actually take money out of the watchdog's mouth. What's your secret?"
"Of course it's all about sincerity."
"lie."
Xin Yi raised his eyebrows: "Don't believe it. The other person is from Xiangdou Town. He or his family is suffering from the plague, so he can sympathize with you."
Come on, this mercenary didn't tell the truth. Boning asked himself, when he sympathized with others, he would not allocate the limited medical quota to others. Maybe he secretly gave me more Black City coins, Bonin thought, as I pretended to cough.
"...You can't say that we are adventurers from Shimmer Forest."
Of course this won't work. Although Brenanin was not afraid of being wanted by the Eastmans, he did not need to attract attention at this critical moment. I have an important mission and cannot leak secrets for the sake of temporary glory. He made up his mind that if he was caught by Eastman's demon hunter in the future, he would never say a word...even if he died as an unknown bartending alchemist.
The flow of people in the town is not as good as a commercial street in Yotsuba City, and there are no street lights. The buildings are slender, shabby, and top-heavy, and every door and window is closed. There was wet mud under Brenanin's feet, and every step was very laborious. He regretted dismounting and walking. His companion looked at the graffiti on the wall with interest.
"There is no Church of Gaia here," Sin told him.
"No, no. After walking for so long, it would be better to stay in a hotel." Brenanin was thinking about the hot bathhouse.
The adventurer sighed. "There's no Lucia Church either. To be clear, I'm not coveting their ability to heat hot water." He turned into an alley. The melting snow flowed along the ridge of the roof and rained on the saddle. "It's not the church's job to spend the night with us, Bonin."
"The priest is not here, what do you want to say? They went to treat the plague. Well, you guessed it." They had already confirmed it when they entered the town's gate. There was a small outbreak of an unknown disease in Cougainvillea. Although it was not fatal, it could make people feel so weak that they could not get out of bed.
The alchemy potions passed down from the royal court are enough to deal with such minor problems. Brenanin paid no attention to the plague, only worried that passing traders would avoid the town and make their trip in vain.
"Did you see the statement on the notice board?"
"I saw it." Do you want me to say this? Bonin was so distracted that he forgot for a moment whether his companion was literate. Many adventurers do not know the common language. However, Xin should not be one of them. "There is no wanted notice from the Kingdom on it."
"Not yours, and no one else. In my opinion, the locals moved out together to make room for the advertisements for doctors. This is not possible. When we wait in Iron Claw City, the situation will be difficult to say."
Bonin agrees. "Let's go to the adventurer's restaurant."
He just wanted to find the missing Windrunner, so he could get in touch with the tower messenger. It's possible that the other person started paying attention to him before he found him. The Knox mercenary, the missing person commission, and the mixing potion, there are so many clues put together, I will definitely pay more attention to them.
This was not the most appropriate approach, as Brenanin knew. In fact, this is a bold move, and it is difficult to win the favor of the other party. But as Byrne expands, his time is running out. The Eastman Kingdom is next to the Brestatik Empire. To be honest, he feels that this small kingdom will not survive the end of the Frost Moon. By finding the Seven Bibles in just one month, the Liberation Legion can get rid of Byrne's shadow and truly rebuild the Golden Kingdom of the past.
Hopefully I can succeed. He thought in the shadow of his cloak. Sometimes he doubted—especially after coming among the Knox mercenaries—the consequences of failure. During the Restoration of the Legion, people only followed his lead, but Brenanin himself knew that it was his grandfather who really gave the orders. He surrendered to the Bures people, married his daughter to the Bures people, and finally allowed the Golden Kingdom to become the edge of the empire. King Hled III. People spurn him but are willing to follow my banner. Because of this, he had to hide behind his grandson and rely on Brenanin's identity as the Unknown One to maintain the Restoration Army.
But there are pros and cons. On the eve of the demon-hunting campaign, King Hled III requested support from the "Starless Night" in the Order's mouth, that is, the "Miststar Society". He was signed Brenanin's name. However, at the same time, my grandfather also communicated with the envoys sent by the Bures Empire to consider their surrender policy. Brenanin could not forget the days when he could not eat anything. If Hled III decided to surrender, he might save his life because of his kinship blood and spend the rest of his life in anonymity, but his compatriots of the Nameless Ones in the Restoration Legion would regard him as a heinous person. The traitors, one by one, were burned to death in the fire by their former colleagues.
Fortunately we won. Brenanin still clearly remembers the excitement when the coalition forces of Order were defeated in the Ice Land. "The association is victorious! Long live!" The messenger was his attendant Luke Nick. Bonin called him Little Eagle, and everyone called him that. The kid was only twelve, but that was before I left. Now he was supposed to become a knight and take his father's place in the legion.
Boning's thoughts drifted away for a moment.
That night, the grandfather was not as happy as the child, but he participated in the celebration and shed tears for the sacrifice of Kitty's father. Many people cried and laughed. Brenanin wonders how much of his grandfather's tears were genuine. In short, in the early morning, the old king quietly summoned Brenanin to the bedside and gave him two ways: either go to Bain as an envoy to pray to the undead lord; or go to Brestatik and agree to the emperor's conditions in order to obtain Legitimate principality.
Needless to say, the choice of going to Bain, the "Starless Night" in the eyes of the Seven Pillar Points, and the "Mist Star Society" in the mouths of mortals and unknown people, soon got rid of the secret society system and became a behemoth in the mysterious field. It is about to establish a The emerging mysterious empire. The "Washmouth Legion" was previously an ally of the Misty Star Society, and they jointly fought against the coalition forces in the demon hunting movement. They should also have the status of a lord on the territory of the empire. It was only when the Byrnes expanded to the north of Penniaio that the land where Washmouth was located was liberated.
When the time comes, all Brenanin has to do is kneel before the throne of the undead lord to fulfill his lifelong wish. He himself prefers this option, but unfortunately Byrne's expansion cannot be completed overnight, and the time for Washmouth's recovery has not yet come.
The second route considered another possibility: the Bains could only advance as far north as Brestatik. The lords stopped and began to find a balance between the pressure of order and the sharp increase in the number of internal affairs. And if the pressure from the Seven Fulcrums is too great - in fact, there are still two saints on the Order side - Byrne is likely to shrink the front, and the legion on the border of Bures will once again fall into the flames of war. If so, Washmouth may never be liberated. This is something Boning can't stand.
In the final analysis, Brenanin had no way to intervene in Byrne's expansion or not, and even his grandfather couldn't decide. However, Byrne could stop, but the "Washmouth Restoration Army" could not. Once the association fails, or even the situation reaches a stalemate, the interests of both the army and the legion will be harmed.
Grandfather is old. This may be the only opportunity in his life to regain the royal court, and he will never let it go. And Bures is a kingdom of mortals, not a fulcrum of order. For the sake of the vision of the Kingdom of Gold, Bonin thought that he might be able to form an alliance with even his life-and-death enemies.
When he arrived at the restaurant, Xin took the opportunity to tie up his horse and whispered: "Someone is following."
"I saw it." Brenanin had already noticed the other party's fire.
The mercenary tied the slipknot. "You go upstairs first later. By the way, do you have a potion that can make people tell the truth?"
Used on stalkers? Such a waste. Bonin shook his head. Only the church's mantra potion has such power, and the priests' seal on the formula is so tight that he has no way to start. If necessary, people rely on buying.
But then he remembered that there was no church in Sweet Pea. I saved a lot of money.
"Let's go." Xin stepped aside and pretended to go to the bar.
Brenanin stepped around him and climbed the stairs, still feeling a little apprehensive. He glanced back with his peripheral vision and saw the mercenary suddenly turned around and was about to rush towards the pursuer... Xin suddenly raised his left hand.
A crossbow arrow pierced the arm guard with a whoosh, the arrow hit the iron sheet inside, and its tail hung on the thick leather. This was as fast as lightning, without warning, and almost impossible to guard against. No one expected that the pursuer along the way would actually have a crossbow in his hand! Burning suddenly felt something was wrong, and hurriedly threw himself forward, jumped over the stairs and fell into the house.
He felt a sense of fear. If this stalker had evil intentions and suddenly attacked on a deserted corner or on a quiet street...he couldn't guarantee that he would be unscathed.
Below, Xin had unplugged the crossbow arrow and pulled out his sword with one hand. The crossbow was unable to fire continuously, and the mercenary knew this very well. He didn't even make a move to dodge, and jumped directly into the bushes outside the fence. Suddenly, branches flew from the stable and the hedges were torn to pieces. The guests in the restaurant looked sideways.
The blade of the sword passed by, breaking the broken leaves and branches with one slash. A hibiscus tree suddenly grew taller, revealing its head under a green turban. The stalker was forced to reveal himself. He threw away the crossbow in his hand and drew his sword to block it.
Xin Yijian slashed his weapon, and the follower had to retreat, looking shocked. The mercenary followed his movements forward and somehow came to his left side. The opponent had not yet stood firm and tried to raise his hand to parry, but the mercenary swung his sword and pointed the blade at the enemy's chest as fast as lightning. The stalker froze.
At this moment, Xin's left hand also grabbed the enemy's arm. With just a squeeze, the sword fell from his hand and was inserted between his feet.
This series of movements was so fast that Boning had no time to react. He stood up and hid by the window. He was just about to use the "Universal Quality" to control the elements for remote support... when he realized that the battle was over. Xin Zheng pointed his sword at the prisoner and walked towards the restaurant.
Not having to worry about unnecessary things is the greatest advantage a fellow traveler can bring. The alchemist was glad that he chose Xin. With him here, I can completely focus on my own business... The mercenaries walked into the house, and the adventurers cheered in unison.
Bonin was startled. "you know……?"
"No. We just met today, but I did a great job." Xin smiled slightly, "And no one likes robbers with crossbows." He turned around and tied the prisoner to the door, this time with a tight knot.
These people have no knowledge. The alchemist told himself. He quickly forgives them for their fuss. I have to admit that mercenary Xin is so agile and skilled that he ranks among the best even among the real adventurers His Highness Brenanin has seen. In fact, most people can't even dodge when faced with a sudden cold arrow, let alone use the iron plate of the arm guard to block it.
The guests were full of praise for the talent's battle, and everyone looked at him. Boning was feeling nervous about this, but on the other hand, Xin had already decided to treat each of them to a glass of wine and paid the bill with the prisoner's wallet. He suddenly doubted his judgment of his fellow travelers.
Seeing the business coming in, the boss gave up his plan to call the militia guards and provided an empty table for interrogation. The corner of the prisoner's mouth twitched, and he could only watch the two parties reach a consensus.
"What's your name?" Xin asked, "Who sent you here? Do you have any accomplices? Who sold you the crossbow?"
At first, the prisoner wanted to save face and showed an air of refusal to surrender. The mercenary was not in a hurry and fed him drink after glass until the prisoner choked. When he was groggy and gagging, the mercenary used a dagger to wake him up and repeated the questions.
Under torture, the stalker revealed the truth. He described in detail the entire process of following them from the moment they entered the town, and also made public the methods used to select targets for robbery. He recounted what he was thinking without concealing it, making people immersed in it. And as soon as the mercenary picked up the wine glass, he started to howl.
"What a loyal and unyielding little thief." The boss chuckled, "See, he will answer whatever you ask at this time. I have the credit here, a barrel of cheap good wine, and teaching people to speak the truth. Who can say that it is not the case? ?”
"The wine in this store is watered down! That guy definitely choked," his regular customer revealed.
"Damn it, even if I mix wine into the water, you still have to drink it."
Some of the guests were laughing and some were noisy, but there were only a few people in the restaurant. In special times, business in the town is not good. But Xin agrees with the water and wine thing. "A really drunk person won't answer questions." The mercenary said briskly, "So he is pretending. Sooner or later he will let go, so it is better to pretend to be drunk. I just give him a way out."
interesting. Bonin thought to himself that adventurers have many tricks up their sleeves, and Xin knew them all very well.
Opposite them, the prisoner was blushing, kicking his legs, and glaring viciously at everyone. "If you knock out his front teeth, he'll loosen up."
"That's too slow. When dealing with people who are bound to speak, you should be considerate of their mood."
Considerate, eh? Probably the prisoner wouldn't thank him. It was obvious that this guy was pretending to be honest and was only waiting for revenge when he was released. "How to deal with it?"
"Go find the person who sold him the crossbow. This thing is quite exquisite, it should be imported."
"I mean himself."
The mercenary seemed to have just remembered this. He walked up to his stalker and slit his throat with a knife. Blood splattered on the dining room table and seeped into the cracks in the wood. The restaurant fell silent. Then the restaurant owner erupted into a flurry of expletives.
After going out, Bonin told him: "Soon there will be rumors about foreigners killing people in the street."
Xin was unmoved. "I don't think so. Everyone stays at home and rarely goes out. The notices on the bulletin board were all from a long time ago. Envoy Bain? It's like a lifetime ago." He shook his head. "Let's go and settle things."
They resettled. Before leaving, Xin re-cocked the crossbow and gave it to Bonin for self-defense. "I thought you would let him go." The alchemist couldn't help but mention the dead man again.
"He told everything he could about: the routine of robbing outlanders, the places where stolen goods were sold, the dens of accomplices in the town, and some assassination business. Why keep him?"
This is the truth. Bonin thought. Better to kill him. Did I think Xin would let him go?
In Yotsuba City, some people will also bring special commissions to the Knox Mercenary Group, asking adventurers to kill enemies or competitors. Their pay was very generous, but Xin never did it. The mercenary would rather be the nanny of the children, leading a gang of kiddies through the streets to catch thieves. Based on this, Bonin believed that this young mercenary would have inappropriate sympathy. But he was wrong. In any case, Xin is not older than me, but he has been an adventurer longer than me.
There's only one problem at the moment. "What if he lies?"
"No one can lie to me."
There are two blacksmith shops in Sweet Pea, located on separate streets from each other. After the adventurers inquired, they found that the one selling crossbows was not one of them. Bonin realized that the stalker had told the truth: he had bought the crossbow from the caravan.
"The town is full of plague, and there will be caravans stopping by?" Brenanin didn't understand.
"They came early, before anything happened."
"What do these unfortunate people come to sell?"
"Furries and spirits from the South. Oh, it's not what you just saw. What the locals drink is almost water...Iceland has an improved version of Edwin pure brew. One cup can teach you to drink until dawn."
Boning looked interested: "Has the formula been changed?"
"It's still a mortal's wine, not an alchemical creation. However, it has been transformed and has an extremely high alcohol content. It is considered the signature of the Southern Kingdom."
"Why has no one mentioned it to me?" The headquarters of the Knox Mercenary Group is in the Four Leaf Territory.
"Because it's very expensive." The mercenary couldn't help but smile, "In fact, it's very expensive. Every adventurer you see, including me, can't afford it." He put away his smile. "We'll talk about the wine later. After completing the commission, there may be a chance. I'm going to the caravan to take a look. You better take a shower first?"
Boning was already prepared: "I still want to take a look. I mentioned it before, the bug eye potion. But I need you, uh, can you..."
"...Give you a hair?"
"That's it," the alchemist said cautiously. Among mythical creatures, mere hair can also serve as the medium for certain minor curses that cannot be given lightly. But this is common knowledge among the lowest adventurers: Cursing is dangerous, leaving hair behind or giving away personal items is equally dangerous, and those with ulterior motives will use them against themselves.
In fact, this is almost impossible to do in the mortal realm. The threshold of curse is much higher than that of ordinary occultism, and it is a unique method for wizards or most special professions. Therefore, laymen spread lies and take precautions, but in fact their opponents simply cannot do it. People who are extremely afraid of curses often do not understand the truth of their fears.
Of course, Brenanin can do this. Through magic potions, many curse effects can be reproduced. The mercenaries would definitely not know this.
Xin agreed. "This somewhat proves that I haven't lost my hair recently." He sighed as he pulled out his hair. "Otherwise you'll pick it up."
Suddenly, he began to feel like he was making a mountain out of a molehill. Xin is well-informed, unlike his fellow adventurers who go out to rob the mysterious items after touching them. Perhaps he knows the difficulty of the curse, so he has no worries, but this move means trust.
Again, I didn't want to test him. Boning silently took over the hair. Why should I feel guilty?
It's a "singing girl". The alchemist knew in his heart that I wanted to use magic potion to control the Knox mercenaries. For a moment, he actually felt guilty for his thoughts. Am I still a nightingale? Besides, why didn’t I think of collecting their hair?
His thoughts were confused for a moment. "I've thought about researching hair potions."
"It sounds more promising than completing the commission. No wonder I approached the alchemist to do business before. After hearing the quotation, he thought I was a liar."
"This is impressive."
In the potion's field of vision, getting information requires looking up. Bonin simply lay on the bed and watched Xin go to the other side of the town. Mercenaries not only know their goals, but also know how to approach them. He walked through the market, got into the tent, squeezed between two open-air stalls, and finally arrived near a motorcade. He then approached the boy who was looking after the horse, started chatting, and got a new crossbow arrow as big as a palm from the boy. Judging from their facial expressions, the two parties were having a great time talking. The whole process takes less than ten minutes.
"Damn it." Bonin muttered softly, "You are almost like a compatriot of mine." This skill is more like the innate power of an unknown person than the communicative skills of an ordinary person.
The mercenary naturally did not answer. In fact, he couldn't hear Bonin's words. The effect of the potion is vision only, and it's one-way.
No one could answer his questions, and Brenanin couldn't imagine his thoughts on finding the missing person. In a strange town, with no map or guide around, you can accurately find the target you decided on temporarily. How on earth is this done?
I accepted the commission to find a long-lost Windrunner in order to get in touch with the Tower Messenger and his Bible. Bonin thought dumbfounded. But with a partner like this... maybe we'll actually find him in the end.
In the field of vision, the exchange between Xin and the boy finally alerted the caravan members. A tall man who looked like a coachman came over and shouted silently with his mouth wide open.
Bonin made out the mouth shapes of the words "boarskin," "curse," and "business," and the two sides appeared to be discussing unrelated matters. Suddenly, Xin interrupted, his vision suddenly pulled back. The alchemist saw the coachman reaching for the mercenary's collar and realized that Xin had angered him.
When the coachman spoke again, he spoke twice as fast, and Bonin could only make out a rough outline. This guy mentioned "farmers who die of old age", using very vulgar words. He also mentioned "fire", "south" and a convoluted word. Bonin repeated it, and the syllables seemed familiar.
"Violation... is not included..." He grasped the meaning of the word in an instant, "the nameless one."
No wonder it feels familiar to me. The alchemist quickly cheered up. They brought up the Nameless One! Are there any of my compatriots in town?
Bonin eagerly hoped to interpret the follow-up, but the communication ended there. I don’t know what the mercenary said, but the tall man kept shouting and dancing. Xin raised his finger and pointed at the carriage, and he immediately became furious. The boy stared at them in fear. Behind him, the guards rushed out the door with short spears.
The next scene was as expected, both parties started fucking. Brenanin saw a caravan guard stabbing him with a spear, but the mercenary nimbly dodged it. The tall coachman swung his whip angrily, but was grabbed by the gloved mercenary and couldn't get away. He looped the whip around his arm several times and twisted it violently. Instead, he dragged the other person swaying closer, causing him to collide with the guard.
Seeing this, the boy finally stopped watching and tried to run to the camp to call someone. The mercenary was tying up the two adults with a riding crop, and used one hand to hold the boy down. He kicked and hit him hard, but to no avail.
"They'll drive you away," Bonin said when he saw Xin.
Suddenly, the alchemist realized that he had been concentrating on observing the stranger and had no time to pay attention to Xin's mouth shape. The first person to mention the word "Unknown One" was not the other party, but the mercenary who had been with him all the way!
In the other side of the field of vision, the boy's movements slowed down, as if he was persuaded. Brenanin was just the opposite. His heart was beating violently and he had to force himself to calm down.
"You didn't dare tell anyone, did you? Is he your father? 』
"You hit him!" "The boy's voice must have been very loud, and the mercenary immediately pinched his face.
"You are too sensitive. This is not how the Nameless One hides. ” While holding the boy down, Xin untied the two adults. The guard fainted, and the latter struggled for a long time, but even Boning could see that if he didn't let go, they would never be able to free themselves no matter how hard they tried. "I was just asking a question, but you rushed up to challenge me. ” He smiled and seemed to feel a little funny about his choice of words. "I'm not a demon hunter. Besides, now that Bain is sending messengers everywhere, I dare not offend you. 』
These words brought back a glimmer of reason, and Boning gradually calmed down. Thinking about it carefully, I didn't show any flaws at all, and no one could guess where I came from. I just thought too much.
The driver looked at Xin warily, but stopped taking action. It seemed that he either accepted the mercenary's explanation, or accepted the fact that "challenging" the opponent would mean getting beaten.
"When will the caravan set off?" 』
"have no idea. They haven't decided yet. "The boy was still in the hands of the mercenary, the coachman replied gloomily. "What do you want to do?" 』
"Ask me again later." ” Xin emphasized the right to ask questions that he had fought for. "You're not going to leave with the caravan, are you?" 』
The coachman had no choice but to respond: "That's right." You see, my son... there's something wrong with him. 』
"He has extraordinary talent, but he doesn't know how to use it yet. 』
"right. Since you call this talent, you should understand..."
"I mentioned fire, but only to scare you. Xin sighed, "I don't really want to kill anyone." I want to communicate peacefully with you, okay? I will also let your son... uh, stop chewing! You almost ate the glove, and there's still the buyer's blood on it. ” As soon as his hand loosened, the boy immediately knelt on the ground and retched. I'm afraid he tasted blood and understood that what the mercenary said was true.
He was threatening the child, and Bonin looked at the scene with amusement. An old trick. Special skills. This kid is quite good at dealing with brats.
The coachman was really frightened and did not dare to step forward. Bonin saw him questioning the buyer. Sheen tells them that he attacked him in front of the restaurant and betrayed the origin of the crossbow in order to be forgiven. His statement succeeded in creating a common target of hatred for both parties, and neither father nor son cared what happened to the buyer. The atmosphere became a little more harmonious.
They were starting to be led away by him, Bonin thought. What an idiot. He sells creations with the fire talent at will, and even has people come to his door. Bonin was almost reluctant to admit that father and son were his compatriots.
Fortunately, they are also valuable. After this incident, the alchemist has clearly seen the attitude of his companions. The mercenary, like other adventurers in Knox, has no prejudice against unknown people and usually avoids trouble at most. Under the Seven Pivot Points, this is already kind of friendly. Bonin decided to win his support and make his plan more convenient.
By the same token, the behavior of this father and son cannot last long in the country of order. Under the vision of the potion, Boning saw Xin and became suspicious: "Is he born like this, or has he been like this recently?" 』
"It just started recently. ” The coachman replied, “We have been working in the Chamber of Commerce and doing business with the team. As we were passing through Cougainvillea, Ding suddenly got a fever. When he woke up, he helped me fix the wheel. 』
"Good craftsmanship. 』The mercenary pulled the boy up from the ground and helped him stand firm. "If we had met earlier, my carriage could have been saved." 』
"Damn, I taught him this!" I thought he was enlightened..." What the coachman said was too fast for Bonin to make out. "...He played with scissors and horseshoes, and then he gave me a dagger!" There's no way I could...I never...and he didn't use an anvil at all. 』
The mercenary nodded: "The nearest blacksmith shop is a few streets away. The only one with anvils and bellows." Apart from this, there were no signs of forging on the child's hands. 』
"I...we plan to stay. ” The coachman whispered, “We are unfamiliar with the place here, Xiaodian... My son can be a blacksmith, and no one knows where his things came from. 』
"Good craftsmanship can make you full." Xin agreed. Brenanin couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when he thought about his evaluation of his alchemy skills. I thought you had some sense, and at least the praise was sincere. "But why in Sweet Pea?" I heard there is a plague in the town. ” asked the mercenary.
"A plague is better than a demon hunter." "The coachman explained, "The people in the town said it was, uh, the Byrne envoys. They passed through here and brought the cold plague. This is that city in the south, Winnie Watts. Many people died there, uh, many like my son... They were burned to death, starved to death, and froze to death, so the undead cursed the land and the southerners, and they formed Cold plague. Xiao Ding also has talents, they will not harm my son. 』
"This is just your guess. 』
"Everyone says so. ” The coachman shrugged, “The detection station in the town is closed due to the cold plague, and demon hunters don’t come here often. They were all afraid that this was true, and that the evil spirits from the south were coming for revenge. In short, until now, when the knight in the white cloak is seen in Xiangdou Town, he will send someone to drive him away. 』
"It turns out that this is really the case. ” Bonin couldn’t tell whether the mercenary’s tone was a question or an exclamation. "Won't the cold plague kill people?" 』
"Only people who are about to die can't survive it, normal people can't. People in the town get sick and get better after they get sick. ” The driver didn’t care, “It’s just a fever. Just a fever. Curses are used by evil spirits to find hunters, and we have no grudge against them. 』
The mercenary was silent for a moment. "Speaking of which, have you ever been infected? 』
"not yet. The nails haven't grown yet, and I'm feeling better. But he can definitely get through it, isn't that right? 』
Your son will be killed by you. Bonin thought. A child wouldn't think of buying weapons for strangers. It's probably your idiot's idea. The cold plague won't kill people, so hunters have plenty of ways to make you unlucky. Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable again.
Even the mercenaries didn't give him a good mood. "last question. ” Bonin thought he was going to inquire about the wanted people in the kingdom. "Did the locals tell you about the formation of the curse and the cold plague?" ” But Xin actually paid attention to the rumors.
The driver frowned. "I forgot. Just a story. I dare not reveal the changes in Xiaodian. Where else can I listen to it? 』
"That makes sense. 』The mercenary pushed the small nail into the man's arms, and they quickly retreated, almost tripping over their companion's body. So Xin also helped him up and leaned against the frame. "never mind. We'll see you later. Oh, well, bye bye. 』
But the mercenary did not return. He changed directions and found the steward of the caravan where the unknown father and son belonged, claiming that he wanted to inspect their goods. Bonin couldn't hear their conversation, but he could see the steward's expressions ranging from shock to resistance to patience. Eventually, he gave in.
Bonin felt very uneasy, although the mercenary probably remembered the mission and was asking about the Western Party and wanted information for him. He thought of the many clues Xin had found in the village, as well as the unused "Song Girl" potion in his pocket. This mercenary may have discovered something. He agreed to my bug-eye observation. Was this a sign of trust, or was it because he was sure he was deceiving me? Bonin couldn't be sure.
To make matters worse, just then, the alchemist heard a knock on the door. He had to scrape off the ointment and go to the door to find out. "who?"
No one responded. Brenanin swallowed the paper window potion and peered over the side of the wall. There was no one or anything in front of the door, and the knock on the door just now seemed like an illusion.
The town of Sweet Pea is plagued by an epidemic, and it's hard to believe that this is a child's prank. He frowned and looked at the corridor, considering whether to go downstairs to search. It was more likely that the stalker's accomplice came to the door while the mercenary was leaving. If that were the case, Bonin would let him see what an alchemist could do.
But there was no one in the corridor on the second floor, not even the sound of footsteps. Even though it was getting late and the town should have fallen into silence, Boning could not help but feel a sense of trepidation. He returned immediately and was about to get into the room when he suddenly saw a mark under the door handle.
This can't be true. Brenanin thought. He instinctively stretched out his hand and touched the mark. The lines were newly carved and the edges were thorny. He found more details: the spiral represented the stream, the broken line represented the valley, the tiny speck was Venus...
How can it be? He traced the mark again, strange anticipation rising in his heart. Someone escaped and fled to Sweet Pea. Bonin never showed up, but was recognized. The person the other party recognized was not the adventurer being hunted by the Western Party and the once-famous alchemist bartender in Eagle City, but the leader of the secret society "Washmouth Restoration Legion", the unknown Brenanin Munro.
