The sun at noon hung high in the sky, and the originally blue sky transmitted a piece of golden sunlight, which swayed throughout the Fire City and the rolling mountains, making it look like a bright golden light. Even the air was transformed by the hot golden light.

It was distorted and blurred, and the entire Chanchel street was like a rippling lake surface, with ripples shaking and twisting.

On the street, no one looked up at the blazing sunshine. The coachman in the round hat was trying hard with both hands to stop the horse from running around, while the other side was cursing in a low voice. They did not expect to get here, under the reins.

The horse's mane suddenly stood upright, its nose snorted, white water vapor spurted out, and its strong limbs trampled uneasily on the surface paved with granite stones.

They felt like they were shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying purgatory. Although they were surrounded by a sultry climate, their whole bodies felt an inexplicable biting coldness, their feet felt weak, and waves of fearful emotions washed through their hearts.

Let them keep widening their eyes and trample on the ground.

"Finally put it back." Grant covered his chest and put the Bow of Will back into the reserve space while no one was paying attention. He understood that the reserve space with the ability to isolate the breath would definitely be able to suppress the negative effects of the Bow of Will's spirit.

The effect was hidden. Sure enough, tens of seconds after being released, those restless horses gradually returned to calm.

Since the mental power of adults has reached 1, they have little sense of mental suppression within the range. Only ordinary horses are inexplicably affected, including ants walking in the cracks in the ground. The mental sweep they face is even more intense.

, like a wild storm, almost all of them were crushed to death after Grant withdrew the Bow of Will.

"Hey, the horse is ready? It's really strange. It's better to leave here quickly."

"This horse is really weird. Is it because the weather is too hot?"

Many coachmen found that all the horses had returned to normal, and after muttering to themselves, they quickly drove their carriages away from the place.

Seeing that everything was normal, Grant headed towards his home and planned to conduct some basic tests on the Bow of Will in the basement to understand its power including every detail. This was a necessary homework for Grant.

When he was a mage in the game, he conducted various tests on the enchanted weapons in his hands, including investigations on power, spell casting speed, etc.

Only in this way can the weapon's strength be fully utilized.

"Snapped!"

Feeling a sudden heavy weight on his shoulders and being slapped by a dark and rough palm, Grant immediately turned his head and was shocked to find two mercenaries behind him laughing. They seemed very relaxed and were trying to say hello to Grant.

"Hey, Grant, you didn't come to the Rose Tavern for ten days. I thought you died somewhere." The blue-haired and green-eyed mercenary spoke proficiently in the southern language of Mars. Fire City

Strictly speaking, it belongs to the north, and the mercenary in front of me was once a soldier of a nobleman. It was only because of the war that he moved to this place and finally settled here.

On the other side, the mercenary with sunken eyes and a hooked nose was smiling friendly, his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were raised a little unnaturally. It seemed that he was not very good at greetings. He would quickly withdraw his hand after extending his hand to indicate. He usually

I like to sit quietly in the corner and listen to the stories Grant tells. I have no deep friendship with him, and I don't know how to say hello appropriately at the moment.

"Edie, Hyde, why are you two here?" Grant was slightly surprised, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Hey, aren't we waiting for you to give us a story? You know, we have been waiting here for ten days, just to find you and bring you to the Rose Tavern to tell the story. How about you? Let's go now.

"

With a slightly fat body, Hyde, who had blue hair and green eyes, said with a smile, holding Grant with both hands, preparing to lead him to the tavern. Behind him, Edie was speechless, covering his forehead with his hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He understood.

This friend in front of me is good at everything, but he likes to tell lies with open eyes. Who would believe that a person would stand here for ten days just waiting for someone to find a story.

The stunned Grant didn't care. He originally planned to finish studying the Bow of Will, then go to the Rose Tavern to complete the final story, and also go to the blacksmith shop to order a batch of fine steel bows and arrows.

"Okay, let's go now. I'm really busy with something recently."

After Grant put down his hand without leaving a trace, he followed Hyde and walked towards the Rose Tavern.

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Rose Tavern.

After Grant stopped going to the tavern to tell stories for a long time, the business of the entire tavern also declined a bit. A few people left here to find a tavern with a wider variety of alcoholic drinks. After all, they were here just to enjoy Grant telling stories.

In the quiet tavern, on the gray and yellow counters on both sides, mercenaries in twos and threes crowded there, whispering, with a rare solemn expression on their faces. Even the owner of the tavern, the old man "Guangmingding", was close and listening.

"Did you hear about it? Martinez was cut into pieces by a group of wild beasts in the Gaienyi Forest. He met a tragic end. I heard that the entire body was torn into pieces by the wild claws. It seems that only one head was preserved.

Come down."

"It's really miserable, but how is his team? Even Martinez, whose strength is comparable to that of a quasi-knight, was eliminated. I don't believe those mercenaries can survive."

"This seems to be because of a young boy."

They chatted in low voices, and the tavern owner next to him showed a look of sadness. In his mind, the stingy Martinez who liked to take advantage of others stood in front of him, arguing with him about the money spent on drinks. But this did not erase it.

Regardless of his nature, he is still a good person. When faced with a crisis, he will always be the first to rush forward.

"It's a pity that this mercenary, whose strength is close to that of a quasi-knight, can be dealt with on the outside. I hope my benefactor can bless him to live peacefully in the sky." After blessing him in a low voice, the tavern owner continued to scrub the crimson wine glass and washed it.

The wine glasses were placed on the counter, still arranged.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and many people turned their heads to look at the door.

A head of gray curly hair is on top of his head, like a bird's nest. On his round face, two huge eyes sweep everywhere, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. On the gray-black Suizi armor, there is a

There is a lifelike fire mark hanging on it, which is the symbol of the leader of the fire mercenary team and Martinez's team.

"Captain, I, Conard, will help you finish the last thing." Conard said to himself, then walked to the counter, signaled to the tavern owner, and showed a friendly smile: "Hello, boss, I am Martinez.

A mercenary under the captain. I came here mainly because some of the promises he made during his lifetime were not fulfilled. This time I am here to help him fulfill his promise."

The people around him, including the boss, were a little stunned, vaguely remembering Martinez striding up to the counter before performing the mission and promising them that he would definitely buy them a drink after returning from the mission. However, everyone was used to his big words and all

I don't care, but now that I think about it, I can't help but feel a little sad.

"How did he die specifically?" the tavern owner said smoothly. He still didn't believe that Martinez could die so tragically with his skill.

"This is what happened..." Conrad spoke, and the people around him came forward to listen carefully.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that everyone showed a hint of sadness and surprise at the flaxen black-robed young man. They thought that the young man could possess such terrifying skills, which were probably close to those of ordinary knights. Unknowingly, with

The memory of the young man telling stories overlapped, but when he thought about it, he shook his head with disbelief on his face. After all, he was a master of ordinary knights, and could not be a thin young man telling stories.

"When~~"

At this moment, the door was opened again.

"Hey, Old Man Hyde, I'm bringing Grant this time. You can give me a glass of Malang." A carefree voice came from outside the tavern. (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!