Two days of sleeping and dining in the open air.

The real king who was trying to make ends meet finally arrived at a station outside Songmu City.

This inn is not on the road leading to Pinewood City at all.

You even have to go in a big circle to get there, during which you have to pass a big river and a steep cliff.

At first, I couldn't figure out why Pratir had to travel so far.

After arriving, I met the owner of the inn, and I understood immediately.

The owner of the inn was a strong Mediterranean man, wearing heavy armor. A scar extended from his jaw to his collarbone. It was hard to imagine how he survived such a horrific wound.

At this moment, Platir was chatting with the big Mediterranean man. The real gentleman and Claudia were leaning next to the carriage, flirting with each other. In fact, their attention was on Platir.

Above the conversation with the inn owner.

"Mr. Dornas, how is your health lately?" Platir took a breath from his cigar and exhaled the smoke from his mouth into the morning frost.

"My lord is very good." The inn owner named Dornus nodded.

His voice was deep and hard, as if there was something wrong with his vocal cords.

"However, there have been a lot of changes in Pinewood City recently."

"Oh?" Platir looked solemnly.

"Businessmen" like them, whose affairs are shady, hate variables the most.

"Please also tell me carefully about the specific changes that have taken place in Pinewood City."

"A group of strange adventurers came to Pinewood City." Dornus put out the cigar in his hand, stopped talking, turned his head and looked at Moyu Hunben Zhenjun expressionlessly, and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

Platir nodded slightly to Dornus, indicating that the True Monarch Moyu Hunben could be trusted.

With Platir's guarantee, Dornus felt at ease, and then continued to share information.

"The equipment and weapons of these adventurers are very fancy and have different shapes. They like to engrave patterns on their armor that have no effect but look gorgeous. Some even add magic lamps to their swords and shields. Our people asked them

, they actually said this was to make their weapons look more shiny..."

Platir: "???"

The true gentleman who is trying to catch fish: "..."

"Are there actually such adventurers?" Platir's expression became more serious. He touched his chin and said in a gloomy tone: "If that's what you said, they are indeed very suspicious. What else?

Is there anything else suspicious?"

"Well..." Dornus was silent for a moment.

"Also, these adventurers like to inquire about things. My people told me a very outrageous thing. They said that an adventurer chased an eighty-year-old woman in the south of the city and asked about the mission all afternoon.

The old woman had some mental problems and actually assigned a bunch of tasks to these adventurers. At first, the old woman had nothing, just a shabby house. Now two days later, she not only lived in the best wealthy area in the north of the city, but also

He even adopted a group of professionals as his godsons."

Platir was silent.

He is tempted to define these adventurers as threats.

But he felt that it was a bit insulting to his intelligence to so casually define these brainless weirdos as threats.

The mood of Zhenjun, who is trying to fish out his true nature, is completely different from that of Platir.

It was so complicated in his mind.

It's been a long time since I met another player.

When he heard Dornas' description, he didn't think about the players at first.

But as Dornas said, these "adventurers" are very keen to ask for tasks.

He was absolutely sure.

These weird adventurers are the players of Winter City.

I'm about to see those old friends from before.

It is inevitable that Zhenjun, who is trying to catch a fish and mix things up, will feel excited.

His previous narrow escape experiences in Devil's Eye and Whirlwind Dune left him with an unspeakable feeling of loneliness.

Despite Claudia's company, he is ultimately a player.

For a long time, I have been separated from those players who behave in an exaggerated manner, have ridiculous names, and talk about "f*ck" all the time.

He has gradually felt that he is somewhat out of touch with his real life, as if he was an NPC in the game.

However, he clearly understood that he was not.

This sense of separation and disharmony often kept him awake at night.

But fortunately, all this will be over soon.ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

"It's hard for me to understand everything you said." Platir sighed in confusion.

But standing in front of him was Dornus, the leader of the intelligence organization under the lord.

If the person standing here was not Dornus, he would have chopped that man down with his sword.

His countless missions were all connected with the owner of the inn in front of him.

And this seemingly ordinary bald man is actually a very powerful Templar.

So everything that happened in Pinewood City is true.

No matter how outrageous it is.

"Be well prepared. The situation in Pinewood City is not optimistic. Those adventurers are likely to go for adults, so you should also pay attention." Dornus patted Platir on the shoulder and turned back.

In his own tent, his task is to connect intelligence and ignore other things, so as to prevent problems in his intelligence network to the greatest extent.

In fact, trusting that "super sweet fruit" mercenary group today is considered an exception.

This is mainly because things in Pinewood City are not a secret.

A little inquiry will give you an idea.

Those risk-takers are too showy.

Every tavern and every table in Pinewood City is talking about their affairs.

A quarter of an hour later, Platir set off again with the caravan, aiming directly at Pinewood City.

No matter what happens in Pinewood City, he must complete the mission.

However, he removed all the luxurious decorations from the carriage.

The guys who followed the caravan were also ordered to put on tattered leather armor.

The majestic war horses were replaced by old horses at the inn, and even the wheels of the carriage were replaced with old ones, making a "crunching" sound when pressed on the gravel road.

The flag of the caravan was also changed.

From the mighty and domineering black truffle caravan, it was replaced by a wandering caravan without a name.

As for Platir himself, he did not enjoy the ride in the carriage.

He was riding a horse, hiding his figure under his hood, and his face had been carefully dressed by Dornus to ensure that his parents would not be able to recognize him in front of him.

But the real gentleman who is trying to catch a fish wants to laugh.

To be honest, he couldn't tell with the naked eye that the old man Pratir had been made up into an elegant and easy-going middle-aged fat man.
Chapter completed!