I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 67: Transformation
Dawn Town.
In a low house in the official area.
Li Wei walked out with a thick stack of documents.
"Theoretically, the information of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood is top secret, and we never disclose it to the public."
Freya put her hands on the nanwood table and said in a serious tone:
"But considering your special situation and killing more than a dozen robbers in a row, we decided to make an exception."
"But these materials cannot be taken away and can only be read here. Please forgive me."
Roger nodded in agreement.
When you open the file and read it carefully.
I have to say.
The intelligence system in Dawn Town is quite complete.
Whether it is the information of the Jonny Turtle or the information of the Red Sleeves Brotherhood, the summary is very rigorous.
After Roger read it through, he had a general understanding of the Red Sleeves.
As Freya said.
This is a group of robbers who occupy the mountains as kings.
Their leaders came from the sea, most likely pirates who came ashore.
Initially, their range was limited to the East Coast and Knights Avenue.
Gradually, their strength continued to grow.
After taking full control of the area east of Knights Avenue.
Their claws gradually spread to other areas, touching the edge of Paramount Manor at one point.
According to the description in the intelligence.
The headquarters of the Brotherhood of the Red Sleeves is hidden among the mountains in the countryside of Hall, and no one knows the exact location yet.
These robbers are real scum, murder and arson, **** and looting are commonplace.
They have been seen performing wicked sacrificial rituals in the mountains.
The scene is very scary and bloody.
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"Thank you."
Gently closing the dossier, Roger stood up to thank him.
"You're welcome."
Freya put her hand on the hilt of the sword, her expression a little helpless:
"It is our dereliction of duty to let the robbers disturb the peace of the farm."
"It's just that the Lord has been busy dealing with the enemy in the west recently, which gave them an opportunity."
Roger wondered:
"The enemy in the west?"
Freya nodded and said:
"You should have heard the name of the Lord of Evil Spirits."
"The necromancers entrenched in the burial ground are the biggest enemies of Paramount Manor at present, and the Lord Lord has been fighting against them on the northwest border for days."
That's right.
Roger nodded inwardly.
No wonder he didn't have a chance to meet the Lord Alan during this period of time.
Now he clenched his fists:
"This information is very useful to me."
"Thank you so much!"
Freya breathed a sigh of relief:
"That's good."
"We will send additional patrols."
"You have to be careful though."
Roger smiled faintly:
"It doesn't matter."
Li Wei worried about the tunnel:
"But didn't you say they've been eyeing you?"
Roger's right index finger was gently pulled on the nanmu tabletop, and the smile on his face was still light:
"Now, I'm watching them."
"Oh yes, Li Wei."
"Do me a favor."
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Five days later.
East of Knights Avenue, in the countryside of Hall, outside a fairly lively gathering place.
Roger walked briskly across a sewage stream.
A prompt appears on the data bar.
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"You Found Capone Manor"
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"It's finally here."
Although carrying only one cauldron, Roger stretched a little wearily.
This five-day trek.
Let him seriously reflect on the ultimate proposition of "why not learn riding earlier".
Tongma Town lacks horses, and there is nowhere to study.
Paramount Manor is a great place to learn how to ride.
Just before the matter of learning to ride has been put on the agenda, he has encountered several emergencies one after another, so that he still can only rely on his legs to travel long distances.
Nothing else to say.
The efficiency is indeed a bit low.
As for the skill of "domesticated animals", it can only be said that it looks beautiful, but the effect is mediocre in practice.
After being hit by a small elk somewhere in pain.
He resolutely gave up the idea of domesticating wild animals as mounts.
But the five-day walk wasn't all in vain.
At least he encountered a lot of Jonny Turtles!
These Jonny Turtles apparently don't know what's going on at the Paramount estate.
Seeing Roger walking on the road, there were people who came up to stop him.
This kind of behavior moved Roger to tears.
In the end, he reluctantly gave his palm and took his life in tears.
This way.
The number of Jonny turtles that died at Roger's hands officially crossed the 1,200 mark.
Even better.
Among them is an elite template Jonny the Turtle brother!
It gives Roger a rather rare feat.
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"Longevity and Longevity (3rd Ring Specialty): Every year your age increases, your luck increases by 0.1"
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Roger pondered.
This is probably "the older you get, the luckier you get"!
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Roger walked slowly through the territory of "Capone Manor".
This is the only gathering place nearby that hasn't been destroyed by the Red Sleeves.
Because of the owner of Capone Manor.
He is the third leader of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood.
This place is a mixed bag, everyone has it.
The security is so bad that when you walk on the road, you will be hit with a sap at any time.
But there are still a lot of people gathered here.
Most of them are poor people who have lost their villages.
Roger's target is a bar called "Tuna and Beauty" on the estate.
Intelligence display.
It was a semi-public outpost of the Red Sleeves Brothers in Capone Manor.
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Night.
In a smoky bar.
The air smells of bad tobacco and pungent alcohol.
The debauched cries come and go.
Someone came out of Lao Qian and was caught in the back alley, and there was a scream.
There was also a woman without a trace who scolded and pushed the man away from her, and turned his pockets vigorously; the latter was motionless and breathless.
The regulars do what they love to do indifferently.
The bartender also yawns lazily.
Occasionally, he would come out and drive away the little girls who were entangled with the guests.
In this chaotic atmosphere.
A foreigner with a nervous expression suddenly pushed in the door.
Someone whistled softly.
A pair of malicious eyes stabbed like a hyena smelling blood.
"I'm looking for old Pete."
The man grabbed the collar and spoke nervously and trembling:
"I know the rules, give me the cheapest drink."
The bartender couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. He quickly handed him a glass of water mixed with some wine, then pointed to the innermost box and said:
"That's old Pete."
"Young man, a piece of advice, if you can't come up with anything good, you're dead tonight."
The young man shivered again, lowered his head and drank the wine.
Immediately afterwards, he carefully passed through the crowd and approached the box.
"I have something to sell."
he said suddenly and loudly.
Looks too nervous and out of control.
A man and a woman are sitting in the box.
The man is fifty or so, with a horse face, aquiline nose, prominent cheekbones, and a look that is not easy to mess with.
The woman is beautiful, but her makeup is heavy.
When the foreigners shouted at the box, she still showed most of her upper body.
"Are you deaf when I think I am?"
Old Pete shoved the woman sitting on top of him away and dragged the man into the box.
"Sorry, sorry!"
The foreigner was so frightened that he almost cried.
"Fuck you, what the **** is this?"
Old Pete swears.
"It's the treasure I found in the old house."
The man hesitated for a moment and pulled a corner of his clothes away.
It was a dark statue.
The monsters on the statue are realistic and delicate, like the work of a certain craftsman.
Old Pete's pupils shrank slightly.
"Gargoyle?"
"Let me see."
He rudely grabbed the statue and examined it carefully.
The Outlander stood cringingly at the foot of the wall, staring at old Pete.
The latter looked up and gave the woman a wink~IndoMTL.com~ The woman snorted softly.
Then he walked slowly to the outsider's side, put his arm on his shoulder, and exhaled like a blue:
"Don't be nervous."
"We're in serious business."
"If it's a really good thing, it's not less than a cent."
She pulled the stranger and sat down slowly.
"I'll go to the experts to find out."
"You are waiting for me here."
Old Pete suddenly said this and left the box with the statue in his arms.
"But my..."
Before the foreigner could finish speaking, he was persuaded by the woman.
Bang.
The box door is closed.
The woman smiled seductively and wrapped herself around the stranger like an octopus.
From an unobserved perspective.
The gleam of the blade gleamed faintly between her fingernails.
The woman just wanted to make trouble.
Right now.
The sudden, severe pain pierced her brain!
The woman opened her mouth sharply.
I can't even catch my breath!
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Pingsha martial arts!
Knee bump!
Next second.
Roger covered her mouth with his left hand.
A blue light flashed in the palm of his right hand, and the Green Falcon Sword came out in response, mercilessly stabbed the woman in the opposite direction!
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"You killed Vicky (human assassin/elite)"
"You earned 30 XP"
"You have gained 26 points of chivalry"
"The Execution Order reward is being obtained..."
"You have acquired a feat from Vicky - Disguise"
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