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A few days later, Frey made the choice to join the Temple Guards. Then he became the next glorious soldier under Captain Jessica.

After all, it is a rare great swordsman, and the resources Frei gets are not much worse than Jessica. From time to time, Beta walked around the elven groves to the south, and mingled with the twenty druids.

These elves will be the guarantee of the growth of wetland food in the future, and it is necessary to have a good relationship with them.

As for getting along with the elves, with the experience of getting along with the Glinton father and daughter, Beta was at ease, and in less than three days, he let these druids treat him as an acquaintance.

Although it is not to the point of being a good friend, it will not be so scrupulous when it comes to chatting.

There is also a factor, and Emilia plays a big role in it. She gave full play to the agency of the position of 'envoy'. In the beginning, when the druids didn't trust Beta very much, they were in the middle of the story, stirring up the topic so as not to make the atmosphere awkward.

Without her, Beta would have had to spend a lot of time settling the druids at ease.

At the same time, Wokingtown's intelligence system reported that traces of the Temple of Life assassination team appeared to have been found outside the wetlands.

Wastewood City.

A caravan stopped at the city gate for inspection.

Several city guards turned over the wooden carts and looked at the goods on them. There were two carts of dry goods, three carts of furs, and two carts of weapons.

The weapons aren't in great condition, but they're worth at least one silver coin each. Several city guards each took a weapon from the wooden cart.

Then the leading officer waved his hand and said, "Pass, go." ”

The owner of the caravan looked angry and did not dare to speak, smiled, and asked his men to recover the canvas on the wooden cart, and then entered the city.

It's just that as soon as he entered the city, the expression of this ordinary-looking caravan owner immediately became calm, and the eyes of the people were quite indifferent.

The caravan found an inn to stay in, and the wooden wagon was placed at the back of the hotel. They were as careful as if they were returning a caravan, haggling with the innkeeper about the cost of lodging, and the food was very coarse, no different from an ordinary caravan.

But in the middle of the night, the caravan master and the four men appeared in the shadowed alleys, and no one saw how they had come from.

"It's close to Wojin City now." The caravan master's eyes became quite sharp, and even his ordinary countenance, which affected him, became gloomy: "But I don't know why, I feel very uncomfortable, as if I have seen a lot of eyes." ”

"This is Hollevin, the territory of the Cult of Fortune. It's normal to have more sentry posts. ”

"But I think the way ordinary people look at us is weird. Something seems to be suspected. ”

"Not only us, but also all the caravans, but also outsiders. It seems that I want to see if our foreign businessmen are fat? ”

"After all, all the caravans came over, and it seems that in their opinion, they can be regarded as sending them money." Someone explained.

"I think something is wrong anyway."

Listening to the discussion of his subordinates, the caravan master pondered for a while and said, "Tomorrow we will go out of the city as planned." But when I got out of town, I found a remote place and threw everything away. Take on the status of the second plan. ”

"Understood." Several subordinates nodded.

They have the right to discuss, but the final decision is naturally in the hands of their own leaders.

The next day, the caravan left Wasteforest City as planned.

Outside the city, they deliberately did not take the stone avenue built by the city, but walked the muddy trees that used to be. The road has been almost abandoned because it has not been walked for several years.

The wheels were crushed against a thin layer of snow, and they came to an uninhabited corner, with no one left or right, and the only whining of the winter wind and the occasional empty falcon chirped around the road.

A few people got into the woods, and when they came out, they turned into several beggars in ragged clothes, and several people nodded to each other, divided into two groups, and headed towards the wetland in different directions.

As the actual leader of the assassination team, an assassin close to the legendary level, Rofos felt very uneasy in the past two days. He always felt like a tsunami of things coming in all directions.

After disguised as a beggar, this feeling is much less. He breathed a sigh of relief, and walked on the stone road with his two subordinates.

In order to play more likely, he deliberately made himself and his teammates hungry last night, and now he is completely weak.

On the stone avenue, there are many caravans coming and going. Generally speaking, in winter, few caravans dare to run outside. After all, during the winter months, most civilians stay in the city, and the robbers go crazy if they don't have a food source.

As long as a caravan dares to appear in the wild, the robbers with noses as agile as wild dogs will definitely not let go.

But in Hollevin, this is not the case.

The robbers of Holevon were almost emptied by the Cult of Fortune and the Mercenary Guild. Even the rest of them hid in the deep mountains and old forests to hunt, and they didn't dare to come out casually.

A caravan passed them, and there was a middle-aged man on it, and when he saw the three beggars, shivering in the cold wind, he threw down two pancakes.

One of them had been bitten by someone, and there was still a little saliva remaining.

Rofos picked up both pieces of bread with a look of ecstasy. He bowed down to thank the people in the carriage, then divided the two pancakes into three portions and gave one to each of his subordinates, while he took a bite of the saliva-laden pancakes.

Although he was very sick to his stomach, his face was full of smiling faces that only when he ate delicious.

I am an assassin, and I have no feelings, and I have no shame.

The middle-aged man who threw down the pancake left in the carriage satisfied, his face full of satisfaction that he had done a good deed, and maybe he would save someone's life.

The three beggars continued on their way.

Their destination is the next city, Lake City. Spend the night in Lake City, and then set off the next day to enter the wetlands.

In the evening, they reached Lake City and joined another group.

In a dark and uninhabited alley, they found an uninhabited, collapsing wooden house that served as a temporary shelter.

It is normal for beggars to live in such houses.

"Tomorrow we will officially enter the wetland, and we must be more cautious in all our actions." Rofus lowered his voice and said softly: "The Pope sent us here because he was determined to kill Beta. A few of us, as long as we find an opportunity, it will be easy to kill Beta. He is a pope, and he is young, even if he has legendary strength, he is not an embroidered pillow. ”

Several others chuckled.

As we all know, most of the post-teachers are really strong on the surface, but if they really fight, it would be good to be able to play sixty percent of their abilities.

The power of the popes is given by the gods, and they are more adept at internal affairs than at battle.

Rofos was already very close to the legendary assassin, as long as he was allowed to get within twenty meters of the so-called Pope, he would definitely have the confidence of killing with one blow.

Killing a legend may allow him to break the shackles and become a true legendary assassin.

At this time, a subordinate suddenly said, "Boss, don't you think it's strange? ”

Rofos looked at him, frowned, and said, "If you have something, just say it." ”

"It stands to reason that there should be a lot of beggars in every city. Why is it that the closer we get to wetlands, the fewer beggars we see in the city? ”

"Could they all freeze to death...... In such weather, beggars with nothing to eat and clothes to wear are not professionals. It's no wonder if you don't freeze to death. ”

But Rofos's brows furrowed even deeper, his heart was already a little uneasy, and the words of this subordinate made his heart beat even more.

At this time, a few men with lanterns came to the vicinity, and when they saw the Rofus men, they came and looked at them carefully by the light.

Several people stood up, pretending to be a foreign beggar, and laughed wryly.

I have to say that their acting skills are very good, and there are no flaws at all. When they laughed, their bodies were still shivering, as if they were really cold.

"Who are you?"

"Beggars from Wasteland City, come here to see if there is any way to live." Rofos bent over and said, looking extremely humble.

"Oh." The man came nearer, looked at them, and said, "Then be disciplined and don't make trouble here." ”

"Understood, understood." Rofos nodded vigorously.

"Gone." The middle-aged man who asked just now waved his hand directly and left here.

After the lights disappeared, several people sat down, and their expressions became gloomy again.

Although it was only a small episode, Rofos felt more and more that something was wrong. The heart is beating faster.

No, no!

Something went wrong, something must have gone wrong. His hands unconsciously stretched out, clenched, stretched out and clenched.

As an assassin, especially close to the legend, he has an extremely high instinct for danger.

The surroundings are quiet, quiet excessively, not even a beggar.

Wait a minute...... No one?

At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in Rofus's head, and he finally knew that something was not quite right. The closer you get to Woodland, the fewer beggars there are in the city here.

And in this city, there are almost no beggars left.

The man asked him where he came from......

"Let's go!"

Rofos jumped to his feet. The other assassins were a little strange, but instinctively followed him out.

But as soon as he reached the mouth of the alley, he saw a group of mercenaries and a team of temple guards walking at the same time.

At least hundreds of people. None of them lit torches, as if for fear of disturbing some people.

Walking in front of these two teams of people, Huo Ran was the ordinary people who asked just now.

"That's them." When the ordinary people in the lead saw Luo Fus and the others, they shouted anxiously: "It's those people who dare to say that they are beggars from Wasteland City." ”

At this moment, Rofos and the others couldn't care about hiding their identities. The individual instantly turned into a black shadow and flew into the dark alley.