Rickan stood outside the Temple of Death and let out a sigh of relief, Du Wei's matter has been solved for the time being, and he will not return the deposit, after all, he has been busy with his affairs for so long before, even if it is a little hard work.

Even if Boss Mott was really His Majesty Krylov III behind him, they didn't dare to touch the Church of Death, and now Du Wei lives in the Temple of Death, although the accommodation conditions are a little worse, but there is no need to be as worried as outside.

Even the escape from Greenridge can be done by the Church of the Dead - at least for now, he is the 'honored guest' of the Church of Death, no matter what his previous status is, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that he helped the Church of the Dead and the civilians of Greenland, which is enough to cancel out everything before him.

After all, he wasn't a felon, just a black marketeer who bought and sold military supplies, which was not a felony in the eyes of many clergy, and even some nobles.

Although the main credit lies with Rickan, Rickan didn't take anything except some money, perhaps because he felt indebted, so the Church of Death took the initiative to protect Du Wei.

Rickan didn't say that he and Dewey weren't companions, so Dewey was grateful to him and gave him a golden ticket with a face value of two hundred 'Latinia'.

This is where Rickan gets his nickname 'Mr. Yes', maybe he is not a good wanderer, but he is a well-known and reputable wanderer in the circle of adventurers in the Kingdom of Koloe, and because of this, he is very popular with adventurers, and if you want to form a team but lack wanderers, he will be the first choice in the minds of adventurers.

But it's because of his seriousness that he feels so tired now—even after a day's rest, Rykan still feels tired.

In the past few days, sometimes he even wonders if he should retire, being strong in this world means longevity, he is an extraordinary powerhouse, even if he is a rat clan, his lifespan can reach more than one hundred and fifty years, and the average rat clan, as long as he is over forty years old, he can be regarded as an old man, and the normal life limit is about sixty to eighty years old, but the average rat clan can't live that long.

And if he can live to the end of his life, it will be at least more than a hundred years later.

But now, he had the feeling that he might be old, and what had happened in the past few days had been too draining, whether it was the 'newbie' Merf or the necromancer's conspiracy the night before, he felt very tired.

But this is probably just a thought, he feels that he is tired is just a psychological effect, as a veteran adventurer, he has a way to adjust his mental state, as long as a few days he can adjust.

This trip to Greenland is generally profitable, even if he migrates to the Grim Wind Territory now, the money is enough, but he still wants to earn more, there may be dangers on the way, he wants to hire some adventurers to protect the migration team, he can't afford to hire mercenaries, but it is enough to hire some adventurers.

Rickan, who has already planned what to do in the future, feels full of energy again, for his family, for his wife and eight cubs!

"Mr. Rekan, you're back!"

Merf, who had been staying at the inn as Rickan had instructed, stood up from his bed in surprise.

Since he decided to become an adventurer, he moved from his home to this ordinary inn, and because of the cheap accommodation and the proximity to the adventurer's union, many adventurers choose to stay here.

This street prospered because of the Adventurers' Union, and after Krylov III became king ten years ago, he ordered the streets of the commercial district to be repaired, because a metropolis like Greenland, it is impossible to rely on the production of local people alone, and only a prosperous business can keep Greenland prosperous from subsiding.

Emphasis was placed on the renovation of the streets and the 'Traveler's Street', and the subsequent arrival of merchants and adventurers further developed Greenland's commerce.

"Merf......" Rickan sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up a rag and wiped the soles of his feet, rat people generally don't wear shoes, and shoes are a burden for wanderers like him, so he has already prepared a rag.

He really wanted to fall asleep, but he wanted to use this free time to explain to Merf some of the adventurer's 'unspoken rules', whether he remembered it or not, whether he planned to follow it or not, it didn't matter, Rickan mainly wanted him to understand that as an adventurer, he couldn't just rely on the recklessness of his blood, he needed to learn to think!

Merf was already an adventurer - even if he was just a novice - no one would help him much, and Rickan would not be able to help him for the rest of his life, Rickan's task was only to make Merf a qualified adventurer, and the specific criteria were set by Rykan.

Obviously, Merf's father must have asked people to inquire about Rickan, otherwise he would not have been so comfortable asking Rickan to be his son's 'mentor'.

By lunchtime, Rickan was going to make Merf a rookie adventurer with enough 'adventurer sense'.

............

"Your Majesty, I wonder if you came to us for something?"

Krylov III looked at Cervantes in surprise, and after hearing the maid's question, he smiled, "Actually, nothing, but I want to confirm with Cervantes once more - are you really sure it's a 'demon'?"

Krylov III deliberately accentuated the word 'demon', and Cervantes nodded affirmatively, "Yes, Your Majesty, I'm pretty sure - it's a very powerful 'demon'!"

"Is it......" Krylov III took a deep breath and fell into deep thought.

Neither the black dragon nor the maid disturbed Krylov III's thinking, and in the end, Krylov III himself smiled bitterly and said: "I really feel a little ashamed, right under my nose...... My people didn't find any trace of the devil, but they did find that someone had summoned the 'devil'. ”

What the situation is, everyone knows it.

The black dragon may not know very well, but the maid knows that in Greenland, there are not a few mages who summon demons or summon devils, but since it can be mentioned by Krylov III, then it must be a very serious incident.

"It's not the Duke of Hell of the Thirteenth Layer of Hell, the situation hasn't been serious enough yet......"

Seeing the expression on the maid's face, Krylov III smiled and shook his head, but then he suddenly paused and sighed: "But after all, it is still very dangerous, a high-level devil lurking, and a ......"

Krylov III looked at the black dragon, and Cervantes said flatly: "I can't guarantee it, but the strength of the demon I sensed should not be much different from mine." ”

Krylov III gasped, feeling inexplicably frightened, and hurriedly asked: "Are you sure?

The legendary black dragon nodded, "There is no guarantee, but there is a great possibility." ”

Krylov III stared at Cervantes blankly, his mouth open, and finally swallowed the blame that came to his lips.

"I see......," Krylov III took a deep breath and sighed again, "thank you both for your cooperation." ”

After letting the servants send off the black dragon and the maid, Krylov III sat down, his face a little cloudy.

As a king, this kind of thing happened right under his nose, and although only a few people knew about it, he still felt that he couldn't hold it on his face!

Not only is there a high-ranking devil, but there is also a demon whose strength is close to or even reached the legend - and now 'they' are in Greenland!

Krylov III was very angry, what did the intelligence services do to eat? Although they were paralyzed by the Supreme Council, they had rebuilt it once before, and they all ate rice?

He was not the assassination the day before yesterday, and he was very suspicious of the Marquis of Elfaro and the Duke of Valho, who seemed to be people who would do such a thing.

After two days of investigation, there is still no clue, although the trace of a high-ranking devil in Greenland has been found, but who should be sent at such a time? What if it touches the fragile nerves of civilians?

"Cervantes ......" Krylov III suddenly remembered the black dragon, and then again fell into deep thought.