"I found it! I found it!"

Early in the morning of the third day, a scruffily dressed adventurer stormed into an adventurer's camp.

In order to find the remaining cultists, the adventurers and mercenaries had already held their breath, and even stationed directly in the field at night.

For the Hunter and Ranger had found some of the traces left by the cultists in their haste, and these traces showed that they were not too far from the cultists who had been hidden.

Many had barely gotten up when a spellcaster-like adventurer broke into their camp.

The adventurer's head and trousers were covered with leaves and weeds, and his clothes were cut by branches, but he was so excited that he rushed in with his hands raised.

"I've found it! I've found the cultists!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clutched his chest and bent down, half-crouched on the ground and gasped for air.

After he finished catching his breath, he swallowed his saliva and moistened his throat, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him, he grinned, "I...... I've found the cultists! Really, right ahead!"

The adventurers in the camp looked at each other and shook their heads, not believing him.

"Really! I'm telling the truth!"

The spellcaster saw that the adventurers didn't believe him at all, and hurriedly said, "It's right ahead!

"You're alone?" asked a warrior who stood up, looked him up and down.

"No, no, no......"

The caster hurriedly waved his hand, looking eager, "I got separated from my teammates, and I accidentally bumped into the group of cultists. Really, I promise, what I said is true!"

"'Scattered'?" the warrior narrowed, his right hand climbing up to the handle of the weapon.

The warrior was not alone, but the adventurers and mercenaries in the camp stood up and drew their weapons.

"Goo-toot!"

The caster swallowed in fear and took out his spell book, "I, I'm a warlock, but I don't have the money to do 'bloodline purification', so I can only become a wild mage to make money." What I said is true, because my father was a scholar and I learned a lot from a young age, and I wanted to become a warlock for the sake of my descendants!"

The spellcaster, in a 'momentary hurry', turned his background upside down, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he shut up.

The warrior grinned and put away his weapon.

This statement may seem full of loopholes, but when it comes to which one is more popular, Warlock or Mage, it is naturally 'Warlock'.

If you can become a scholar, then you must have some spare money at home, and you also have enough knowledge, and generally speaking, it is not impossible for a scholar to become a mage.

The power of a 'warlock' can be passed on through blood, but a mage can only pass on knowledge, and not every descendant of a mage can successfully become a mage - if only a few tricks can be counted as a 'mage', it will be different.

If they were not mistaken, it must have been his father who sponsored him to become a wild mage, but there wasn't enough money for him to prepare for the 'bloodline purification ritual', so he stepped out and became an adventurer.

It costs a lot of money to carry out 'bloodline purification', but if you become a wild mage, it doesn't need to spend too much money, and there should be enough books at home for him to read, so it is not impossible to become a wild mage.

Lev sneered and put down the spell book in his hand, he didn't lie about it.

Before he was a teenager, he did have a scholarly father, and he did choose to become a wild mage to make money because he didn't have the money to prepare for the 'bloodline purification ceremony'.

His father had the money to make him a low-level wild mage who was popular with many adventurers, but he didn't have the money to let him carry out 'blood purification', and he came out of the house with such naïve fantasies.

But that was decades ago!

At that time, he didn't know his identity, and he was excited to think that his ancestors had produced some big people and experienced some magical things.

That's true, because his ancestor 'Boone' replaced the original Tyrannical God and became the legendary figure of the new generation of Tyrannical God.

He became a 'legend' as a 'godborn warlock', but in this matter, he felt that if he still used his original identity as a disguise, it would be more realistic, and fortunately he never lost this spell book, which may be his 'luck'!

"Hey, boy!"

Lev scrambled to catch a water bladder that had been thrown over, and then heard the warrior laugh: "Wash your face first!"

"Uh, good, good!"

Lev didn't frown, he knew that they were still doubting him, so he poured out the water from the bladder and washed his face, washed the dust and sap off his face, and smiled at the adventurers.

"Hiss......"

Although this 'little warlock' may look scruffy, the face is enough for many adventurers to risk having their heads cut off.

"Hehe, that ...... What, what's wrong?" Lev shrunk his neck and scratched his face writhingly, his fingers with dirt between his fingers smearing three mud marks on his beautifully freshly washed face, which made the adventurers frown.

"Oh, it's okay!" the warrior came back to his senses and changed the subject, "By the way, young man, you just said you found those cultists?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The warlock seemed to remember what he wanted to do, and nodded excitedly, "I found those cultists—ahhh

Lev was 'so anxious that tears were about to come out', and he slapped his head with his hand in a sad face, "What should I do?"

"It's fine!

The adventurers had basically believed Lev's words, only to hear the warrior laugh: "Hunter, ranger, you don't have anything to eat for breakfast, are you ready?"

"For the bounty!" shouted the adventurers with their arms raised in excitement.

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

Lev didn't need to explain anything, and the adventurers were able to imagine for themselves what he had 'been' experienced.

An adventurer, a newcomer, desperate to prove himself, then in the confusion of thinking, it is not impossible to speak upside down.

In fact, the two adventurers who 'protected' him had been knocking on the side, with a kind smile on their faces, as if casually asking about his past experiences.

Lev would smile shyly at this point, and then tell them about his own experiences, those real experiences!

Before they had even reached the position he had pointed out to them, they had already believed him.

"Found it!"

The hunter standing in front waved his hand back, and the adventurers rushed over to take a look, and suddenly their eyes lit up.

"At least eight ...... No, more than 10 people!"

The warrior turned around and happily patted Lev's somewhat thin shoulder, "It's about the same as the one we found earlier, boy, you're doing a good job!"

"Hey, hey!"

Lev smirked and touched the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed, but a little proud.

It's like a kid getting a show for the first time!

Then, the warrior turned around and encouraged: "Guys, the bounty offered by the maid is 'life or death', and the bounty of Baron Vageler is 'the shame of the family must be washed away with death', and the two bounties do not conflict, that is, if we can kill them, then we will be able to get two bounties - are you ready?!"

"For the bounty!" the adventurers cheered again.

Wagler ...... Kill people?

The realization in Lev's eyes flickered, and then he waved his arms and cheered: "For, for the bounty!"

In the voice, there is a childishness and sharpness unique to teenagers.