Punk found a small hotel and stayed in, but this obviously affected the hotel's business. When the hotel guests saw a mage checking in, they chose to leave one after another. The hotel owner always had a "forced smile" expression when receiving punk. Facing strangers with powerful power, they felt the pressure brought by the higher level of souls, ordinary people were almost instinctively afraid.

Punk didn't care about the feelings of these ordinary people, so he walked into the room calmly.

Looking at the shedding wall and greasy bed, Punk's keen hearing and heard the squeaking of mice, he couldn't help but shrugging, "Who else travelers are not focused on saving or destroying the world, and there is no one who has to save and save like himself." Punk sighed that he did not spend money with big money because the mission of the Magister Union was not paid any money except for the qualification to purchase apprentice knowledge. Punk still remembers what the old magi told him, "Knowledge is priceless, and there is a generous organization that shares knowledge like the Magister Union."

In fact, Punk knows that the old mage is right. There are many mage organizations such as "Santalin Club". Not only does it require various rigorous assessments to join, but the exchange of knowledge is not as easy as "selling" like the mage union. Punk also knows why professionals want to find a mentor, not only because they can get guidance, but also because it is too difficult and slow to "buy" the knowledge to cultivate by themselves.

Punk felt that after his cultivation path was on the right track, he had to consider finding a mentor. After all, even if he had the blood of an ancient elf, his life span was very long, but if he did the tasks endlessly - on the one hand, no matter how much time he had, he could not be wasted like this, and on the other hand, it was too dangerous.

But now, Punk, who is in an "economic crisis", has to complete this "Grove of Dead" mission first...

Punk finally decided not to think about these messy things first. He decided to buy some food. After all, he would set off to do the task tomorrow, and then he would inevitably sleep in the open for several days. He had to have a good meal now. Besides, he was actually quite looking forward to the special food in this world.

"Actually, I'm a foodie at heart!"

Punk sighed and walked out of the hotel.

Under the illumination of various lanterns, the streets of Conora City are very bright. Punk found that people's nightlife in cities in this world is actually quite rich.

In a small square, there was a handsome bard telling the story of a war in a distant kingdom. There were many young people and children listening carefully next to it. There were also some chefs who put unknown meat steaks on a large grill, and the boiling heat was lingering around. Of course, there were also the aristocratic carriages that were speeding past, regardless of the goods of many vendors being scraped to the ground.

Punk found a shop selling barbecue. The uncle of the shop generously handed over a skewer for punk to "taste". Punk was not polite. After quietly using a "secondary detection of toxicity", he took the skewer of oily barbecue. The barbecue was covered with a layer of sauce that exuded a rich aroma. The outer skin of the barbecue was golden and crisp, which made people's index fingers tremble at first glance.

Punk bit off a large piece of barbecue in one bite. The juicy pieces rolled on the tip of his tongue, and the smooth texture made Punk very satisfied. Finally, Punk bought barbecue filled with kraft paper. Seeing that the barbecue was wrapped in thick kraft paper, the aroma still made the surrounding canine animals drool. Punk decided not to think about the task today and enjoy the food first.

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The barbecue was eaten by punk for one night, but I don’t know when the punk’s mission will be completed. Although punk can do some prophetic spells that can help find the “Grove of the Dead”, punk feels that the help that his apprentice-level spells can get is very limited. After all, “Grove of the Dead” is a target with magical power and may have been artificially blocked.

"I hope I can have good luck, otherwise I have to prepare for "swimming around the small wasteland". Punk, standing in front of the city gate, sighed in his heart. Seeing that the bigger sun "Cicasa" had already emerged from the horizon, he checked the only magic items on his body - the robe and staff, and finally took a large bag of dry food he had just bought from the hotel owner, then set off and walked towards the wasteland.

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The time of searching always passes quickly. Before we know it, the suns, one big and one small, have set, and three moons of different colors have appeared in the night sky (Feren has three moons, namely: the Moon Blue Moon - Gar, the Wind Moon - Thor, and the Semi-Mechanical Moon - Doraush Eye). Now Punk is far away from Conora City. He is standing under a distorted dead tree, frowning and feeling the result...... I don't know how many times it has detected. The moonlight shines Punk's figure mysteriously and gloomy.

Previously, Punk's detection of "road, direction, and "the forest of the undead" always obtained some messy information similar to "direction deviation", "there is something moving", and "the fruit trees in the south have no fruit". However, this time the detection......... he obtained a little different information - "The direction of Thor's return can be used."

Punk touched his chin and thought for a while, "The whirlwind moon - Thor's return should refer to its rise (Ferren's moon, the sun rotates around the Ferren plane), and what can someone use it? Is that man related to the undead woods? Or can he help him?" In the end, Punk decided to try it according to the prophecy prompts. After all, he did not feel any danger in the prophecy message. If he wandered around like this, he might have to wander around the small wasteland of Aegma!

Punk gave himself a night vision surgery and looked up at the moon. Because of the gloomy weather, the three moons were not only bright and conspicuous, but Thor and Gal were covered by thick clouds, leaving only a little light that appeared in the night sky.

"It seems that it will rain..." Punk sorted out the brim of the robe hood, letting the shadow cover most of his face, and then walked northwards, the direction of Thor rising.

On the dark and quiet wasteland, the dew filled with tender wild grass wet the leather boots. After walking for two hours, Punk suddenly saw a little light in the distance. In the dark night when he used night vision, this light was particularly conspicuous.

Punk once again filled the secondary mage armor with energy, and then approached the light.

I saw a young girl with eyes sitting on the grass, with a bonfire burning quietly on the ground. The girl was wearing a white robe, and there was a golden badge carved with a new sun on her chest. Her legs were neatly placed on her legs. The girl seemed to have not noticed the arrival of punk. She folded her hands with devout expressions and murmured some prayers such as "Thank you for the eternal morning light" and "I pray for the glorious redemption".

Under the swaying light of the bonfire, the girl's beautiful face looks holy and gentle, cute and kind, and at the same time... disgusting! At least that's what Punk feels.
Chapter completed!