"Alas, these two people finally left." Ravens looked at the two people who were gradually walking away, and mentioned the completely unconscious Wilma behind him.
"Let's go to the Adventurer's Association for business. I've seen a lot of people looking at us with malicious eyes. I don't want to kill people in the town." Ravens's vision is very sharp, although this road
Even though it was early in the morning, there weren't many people there, but he still caught those lurking in the dark corners.
Before this, the landlady had already hinted clearly that accepting this commission would cause dissatisfaction among many people, but she didn't expect that they would come to her door so quickly.
"No, don't go to the Adventurer's Association." Art grabbed Ravens' sleeve, looked at the corner where there was a vague movement of people, and said in a low tone: "Go directly to the Baron, in case someone comes to the Adventurers
The association is blocking the door."
"Go to the Baron?" Ravens looked a little puzzled and said: "I have nothing to talk about with this kind of noble. You know, the money they pay for a meal is enough for me to complete the witch hunting promotion trial. Besides,
Yes, even if I block the door, as long as they don't hold weapons, I can still knock down a dozen people."
"Do you still have a promotion trial?" Art didn't expect Ravens to suddenly throw something strange.
"Ah, you have nothing to do with this. I can't negotiate with the nobles anyway." Ravens shook his head and replied.
"Then just shut up and don't talk. Just do whatever I tell you." Art chuckled: "You just act as a silent, cold, and ruthless demon hunter who only knows how to kill monsters and chop them into pieces."
Man, take money, how cool is that."
"Well, that's really cool, but I feel like no one will ask me to play cards anymore." Ravens sighed and said in compromise: "Okay, okay. I'll just keep silent. You will lead the way to the Baron's place."
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"That's right." Art nodded happily, and then took Ravens along the river towards the upstream area.
From the description of the map in my mind, the baron's mansion is located at the easternmost edge of Bielage. It is a three-story building with high walls and guarded by soldiers. But because I only visited it once when I went to buy an identity several years ago,
I don't even pass by it on weekdays, so I don't know the other details.
Slowly walking up the river, ignoring the gazes of passers-by, the two of them carried a doll on their backs and finally arrived at the local lord's mansion.
"We're here, it should be right here." Art pointed at the building in front of him and said. Although he didn't believe it, there were no other buildings around.
This lord's mansion is not as luxurious as Art imagined. The materials used are ordinary, yellow stones unique to the desert. The only difference between them and civilians is that these stones have been polished smooth.
Quite a few.
In addition, there is a flower bed like the town center square within the wall, but it is much smaller in comparison.
"Stop, you are - wait! The one they are carrying is Miss Wilma!" Fortunately, the two guards standing at the door saw Wilma on Ravens' back at a glance, saving the two of them.
Gone a lot of trouble.
"Yes, we are the ones who accepted the commission, and now we are here with this doll." Art stepped forward to negotiate.
"Child? Forget it, open the door quickly! Miss Weimar was seriously injured! Call the repairman over quickly!" The guard shouted towards the inside, and not long after, the iron door behind him was opened.
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"You two come in first, the Baron will come to you. You follow me." The guard motioned to Ravens and Art, and brought them into the mansion.
"This iron gate looks like it has gone through a lot of wind and rain." When passing by the iron gate, Art noticed that there were many dents and scuffs on the door that had been hit by blunt objects. It was obvious that someone had been attacked here.
"Hey, it's nothing. They're just a bunch of mobs who are as stupid as pigs." The leading guard glanced at the child behind him and said, "I think you are a smart child, but don't listen to the nonsense of those guys. You
Just know that the Baron is always right."
"Really? The Baron is so powerful."
"Of course." The guard seemed a little proud of this rainbow fart. It seemed that the baron here was really capable. It was not easy to make his subordinates think about themselves so much.
Although the mansion was not very luxurious, it had a very large interior space. After going up to the second floor and passing several rooms, the guard finally led the two of them into a room.
"Okay, here it is, put Miss Wilma on the wooden platform inside." As soon as he finished speaking, the guard opened the door.
As soon as he entered this room, Art's eyes lit up.
"Wow, what kind of place is this?"
This room, from ceiling to floor, is filled with a variety of dazzling new tools and materials that have never been seen before. Although it looks a bit like a torture chamber at first glance, this does not count to Art.
What, the desire to explore the unknown far exceeds reason.
"Hey kid, don't touch me!" A roar came from a small door not far away, and then, a pair of big hands picked up Art and threw him on a spring mat not far away.
"How did you guys let a kid sneak here?!"
After being scolded, Art finally recovered a little and looked towards the source of the sound.
"Well, I'm really sorry, but it was this child and this... white-haired gentleman who brought Miss Weimar back."
The one who scolded the guard was...well, a lady.
Judging from the appearance, this is a seventy-year-old grandmother with obvious shield characteristics. However, her hair is still as bright as fire, but it is tied up in a single ponytail quite casually.
back.
She was wearing a heavy robe, and various tools should be hung on the skirt of the robe. Art had never seen these tools before, but it was not difficult to guess their functions.
"Vemma is back? Oh my god, why are you so broken..." After being reminded by the soldier, the repairman finally noticed the badly damaged Wilma lying on the table.
Although there was a hint of anxiety in his tone, it didn't seem serious.
"Oh, it seems that this body can no longer be used... I wonder if the soul stone has been damaged again..." As he spoke, the repairman casually took off two long tools that looked a bit like screwdrivers from his clothes, and then took them
One on each side was inserted through the ear hole. Although Art didn't feel anything, the two guards behind him and Ravens unnaturally covered their ears.
Then, with a snap, even Art's heart couldn't help but fluctuate this time.