As a 'babysitter', Rickan wants to be competent enough so that he can get more money from the 'parents'.

Although these ignorant young masters and young ladies want to go on a 'real adventure' instead of preparing to clean up the equally disgusting undead in the stinking sewers like they do now.

"These are also part of the life of an adventurer!" said Rickan at the forefront, "Adventurers who only spend the day exploring dungeons and ruins only appear in the saga, it takes time to travel, it takes time to find a suitable caravan, adventures also need money, repairing equipment, buying equipment, buying props, etc., many things need money." Exploring dungeons can make a lot of money, but it's dead, and there's a lot of possibility, and no one can guarantee that they won't die except for the protagonist of the saga. ”

Some people are disdainful of the rambling Rickan, but others are interested in the story of Rickan as a 'veteran adventurer'.

But Rickan didn't want to say much, just said "arrived" and then closed his mouth.

He still remembers what the parents had for their purpose, not to get them interested in their adventures, but to make them disappointed in the profession of adventurers.

The silent guards guarded their young masters and young ladies, and they were even a little wary of each other, and they were not surprised at all because they had seen a lot of vigilance, but they were a little curious about the relationship between the parents, because now the relationship between these 'young masters and young ladies' still seems to be quite good.

The stench emanated from the sewer sewage, but the heirs and guards of the nobility wearing filter masks focused on the movable bones and floating spirits in midair.

The guards clenched their weapons, but the faces of their guards were eager to try.

Don't expect these pampered nobles to be considerate of their guards, they certainly don't want to be adventurers to make money, not to increase their experience, but to simply yearn for the protagonists of the saga - in other words, most of them think of themselves as the protagonists of the saga!

Wandering mages who survive as adventurers also wear leather armor, but that's to increase their survival rate.

In fact, if they could, the wandering mage didn't want to wear leather armor, like these spellcasters now, wearing brand new leather armor, the leather armor was full of exquisite beauty, but the actual protection was ...... If this wasn't enchanted leather armor or leather armor made from the skin of powerful and transcendent beings, Rykan didn't think it had any protection.

Just like most of those legendary stories are written by 'literati' who have not really been adventurers, the real adventure career, even the adventure of a legendary adventurer, should be more boring, rather than the kind of article full of romantic fantasy.

The 'novices' who had no hidden skills attracted the attention of the skeletons and wraiths, and at this time, the young master and the young ladies were still arguing about who would deal with the undead.

Wraiths and skeletons had rushed over, the guards had clenched their weapons, and their snorts had become heavy, but the reaction of the prepared Rykan was the opposite.

He didn't put down the small bow and crossbow in his left hand, but with his right hand he pulled out the iron pickaxe pinned to his waist, weighed it, felt the weight of the iron pickaxe, and gently pressed the pointed end against the ground.

"The caster steps back, keeping the spell, an enemy that doesn't require the caster's action, and the warfighter takes two steps forward, raises his shield, and stands in a line, ready to meet the onslaught of the skeletons. ”

If they were left to argue, they might have to fight in a hurry—not to death, but the guards might be injured, and then they would have to go deeper, and it would be humiliating to have a combat power in this kind of battle.

Even the guards are novices, and their combat experience is useless against the undead!

If you let them do their jobs, it is better to let them stand in a line with their shields raised, or they may be in chaos when the skeletons attack.

Before they arrived, Rykan had them smear their weapons with holy water, but only half a bottle at most—advice from 'veterans' always got the novices excited, so they did just that.

When these people lost Ruikan's figure in their eyes, those young masters and young ladies became even more excited.

There is no doubt that this is a powerful and experienced veteran adventurer!

Wraiths are not difficult to deal with, but they are 'relatively eternal', even if they are destroyed once, they only disappear temporarily, and the existence of wraiths is supported by hatred for their murderers, they will never be destroyed until the murderer is dead, and if the murderer dies, then they will also die instantly.

Wraiths are troublesome undead creatures with terrifying screams, and Rykan doesn't believe in the tenacity of those young masters, so he plans to deal with them directly, and then help them destroy the skeletons.

Rickan didn't care why the wraith was wandering around instead of looking for its enemies, there were at least double digits in Greenland, and there were only about three wraiths that could successfully find their revenge over the years, which was the number of 'boring people'.

The Iron Pickaxe was attached to the 'Power of Shadows', and the power from the Shadow Plane was corroding the ordinary iron pickaxe, bursting out of the darkness, and although the Wraith had discovered him, Rykan resolutely swung the pickaxe down.

"Ahh

The wraith's screaming came to an abrupt halt as Rykan backhanded upward, and the power of the shadow directly caused the wraith to temporarily disappear into the main material plane.

And at this time, the impact of the skeletons has also arrived!

The excited expression of the 'young master', who was protected by the two guards, froze on his face, and an indescribable fear was revealed in his eyes.

The rotten flesh that had not yet completely fallen hung on the skeleton's face and body, still wearing tattered clothes and equipment, and carrying a rusty sword in his hand, making a "Karakala" sound in the dimly lit sewers.

These walking skeletons are more zombies than skeletons!

Their skin is still tightly wrapped around their skeletons, and their moist hair, which has rotted and not completely fallen off, clings to their heads.

There are even mushrooms growing on the shoes and shoulders......

It's not the same as the skeleton they have in mind!

Fear made them feel cold, their bodies began to tremble, their feet seemed to be completely disobedient to their commands, and their necks were as stiff as a block of ice.

The guards also sensed that something was wrong with their 'young master', so they moved their steps slightly, leaned forward, and blocked the front.

Some skeletons have swords and shields, others only daggers, but without exception, they are all very intimidating in appearance.

The silent nezumi leaned in from behind, lifted his pickaxe, jumped to his feet, and rolled in the air, knocking open the head of a skeleton with the force.

At the same time, the crossbow in his left hand shot out, shooting down the night monster above his head, this disgusting monster he had discovered early in the morning, but in order to scare these 'natural nobles', Rykan did not tell them about the existence of this monster.

"Ahh

The dead beast of the night fell, and the unaware noble heirs screamed, and the guards turned around, only to be nearly decapitated by the skeleton in distraction from the battle - if it wasn't for Rykan tripping the skeleton with an iron pickaxe, then it wouldn't be 'almost'!

Two of the 'young masters' threw down their weapons and crouched down with their heads in their hands and wept bitterly because of the screams of the crowd behind them, but one of them burst out with great courage and anger and rushed forward with red eyes.

With the help of Rickan, this 'young master' ...... No, it should be said that the novice, with the assistance of the guards, who were apprehensive and angry, defeated the skeletons.

Although his hands and feet were weak because of the excessive force, the novice still laughed.

Rickan glanced into the depths, sighed slightly, and then turned his head and said, "Congratulations, you rookie, you survived the first battle, there are many newcomers who have 'ambition' but no ability to fall at this level, and now you have at least proved that you are capable." So, do you want to move on?"

"Nope. After laughing, the noble young master shook his head, and said with a relaxed and embarrassed voice, "Mr. Rickan, you should have been invited by our father, right? We used to be naïve and thought it was easy to take risks, but now look at them," he said, looking back, "I suddenly felt that taking risks is not such a beautiful thing. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Rickan!"

Ruikan looked at the young master who had suddenly grown up in surprise, he lowered his head slightly, and said words of thanks.

This young man full of self-confidence may become a big man in the future!