In the underground tomb of Gigg Town, Viscount Tranka was kneeling on one knee, reporting the information he had found in a low voice:
"Sir Ansadin, the subsequent batches of information have been verified. It is confirmed that the only threatening target in Paar territory is that Knight Wellington. The rest … is not a concern."
"A bunch of scattered soldiers and dozens of pampered Templars. Of course, I won't take them seriously." Ansadin's dry finger tapped on the parchment beside the table and said, "Blake will solve all the problems at night, but I have a question – why can't we find the whereabouts of that Roddy?"
"Sir, he seems to have refused the title of baron and chose to go alone …"
"Ridiculous."
Ansadin snorted coldly. He had seen the greed of humans. He did not believe that anyone could refuse the temptation of glory and wealth. But what the scout captain thought was no longer important. The puppets that arrived with Blake in Paar territory would naturally deal with these "bastards".
Tranka was afraid that things would change, and added, "Sir, that Knight Wellington … is not weak. He can even be called one of the two strongest knights in Efta."
"Ha …"
Ansadin smiled disdainfully, turned his head to look at the magic circle that represented all the puppets, and said coldly, "What strongest … In front of the powerful puppets, they are all weaklings."
In front of him, the magic circle with blue light flashed with thirteen nodes, representing the thirteen puppets he sent out this time.
These were not the skeleton soldiers that ordinary people thought could be smashed with a club. "Skeleton soldiers" belonged to the "Necromancy Summoning" system, and the strength of the "Puppet System" was that the summoned puppets were not completely controlled by the necromancer. Instead, they had their own battle consciousness according to the materials they were made of, and the more precious the materials, the more powerful they were.
Over the years, Viscount Tranka had accumulated a great deal of wealth for Ansadin, and at the same time exchanged it for countless materials that were enough to summon powerful puppets. Therefore, the puppets preparing to attack at this time were far stronger than those of the same level.
Ansadin glanced at the magic circle. The magic crystal in the center was steadily supplying energy. 'Puppet' didn't require a necromancer to have a high spiritual requirement. The only drawback was that it consumed a lot of energy. But 'Tycoon' Ansadin really didn't lack money …
After letting Teranka leave, Ansadin was ready to rummage through some formulas, because Teranka had just brought a piece of news: a lot of precious herbs had suddenly appeared in the trading market of Gigg Town.
However, it seemed that the owner of the medicinal ingredients did not intend to sell them directly. Instead, he wanted to pay for the labor fee and directly take the finished product. He even offered to provide half of the medicinal ingredients for the potion. This made Ansadin, who valued a few of the medicinal ingredients, quite concerned.
Needless to say, Teranka had already started to buy them.
Flipping through the old book, a black crow with scarlet eyes cawed twice outside the entrance of the underground tomb. Ansadin turned his head, and a strange smile appeared on his rotten face.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Senior Magda seems to be very pitiful."
After saying that, he stepped out, raised his hand and let the black crow fly to his shoulder, and walked towards the place where Magda was hiding outside Gigg Town …
*****
In the evening, Paer Town.
After the chief butler of Viscount Tranka, Blake, arrived here, the atmosphere in the town was much livelier than before. The commoners looked at the carriages parked outside the town with envious looks on their faces. Although the new lord was always silly, his heart was still good. A few days ago, when the temperature dropped, he actually sent people to distribute a lot of bread to the beggars. Obviously, this kind of behavior left a good impression on the commoners.
So seeing that the lord had an income, the civilians naturally wondered if the lord was going to give them some benefits or something.
But what surprised them was that the scouts who were training on the drill ground were all gone. Those who came out to greet them were the Holy Knights who used to live like princes. These armed forces that belonged to the church were well-equipped and looked good. When Butler Blake saw them, he sincerely admired them and praised them for their bravery, which made the Holy Knights feel so proud that they almost wanted to fly to the sky. Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The group of knights had the same thought at this time: The group of scouts worked themselves to death, and when it was time to show their faces, they did not even have the qualifications to show their faces. So damn sad!
The surrounding civilians also had similar comments about this – "Why didn't the group of lads come out? Could it be that they have stage fright? "
"It must be that the lord thinks that they don't look good, and is afraid that the butler will look down on them!"
"That's right, those guys are like mud monkeys every day. It's really not right to pull them out to stand here."
These words made the Templar Knights and the guards feel even more proud. After all, they had never participated in a battle. They were only selected strong men. Their swordsmanship and horsemanship were good enough. Who would want to risk their lives in a battle?
But along the way, Sodelor frowned slightly. He was very clear that the scouts would not stop training just because of the arrival of a big shot, even if the Dukes Of Angmar came. The only one who had the authority to order them was Roddy who had just returned …
Could it be that there was an accident?
Sodelor was a steady and cautious person. He could think of such details while chatting with Blake. If it were anyone else, they would not be able to do it. But along the way, he did not see Roddy at all. He only saw Wellington in front of the baron's mansion as if nothing had happened.
"The dinner has been prepared. Butler Blake just needs to rest here for a while."
Sodelor was born into a noble family. Naturally, he knew the habit of flattering and flattering each other. Viscount Tranka's status was not low, so Sodelor gave him enough face. Blake touched his goatee and looked pleased. He also threw out a lot of flattery and then walked into the baron's mansion with the two guards.
Wellington stood silently at the side. The characteristics of a "Ghost Knight" made him seem invisible. But when he looked at the two guards, his eyes flickered slightly. When he turned around, he found Roddy's figure in the crowd not far away.
"Interesting."
Wellington was not young, and he had a more thorough understanding of the affairs of the nobles. But in his opinion, this Blake did not have much purpose. At most, he came with a stick and a carrot to dampen Sodelor's spirit.
After all, as the new lord, Sodelor was too young. He had no foundation and no experience. It was normal for an "old noble" to come and bully him.
With this in mind, Knight Wellington did not take Blake seriously. After all, with his status, he could face Viscount Tranka without any pressure. He turned his head and was thinking about the consequences of the scouts' training. But suddenly, he looked up and felt a shadow flashing in the distance.
Looking carefully, he found a delicate figure in a cloak standing on the roof of a tailor's shop looking around. The tailor downstairs was shouting at her, but the veiled woman did not care at all. She just glanced at him indifferently, turned around and jumped over another wall. Although she was agile, Wellington shook his head and left with a sigh.
"Where did this kid find such a lunatic …"
*****
Roddy, who was ridiculed by the Ghost Knight, was not relaxed at this time. Although he was a little nervous, after seeing the butler Blake, he instinctively raised his guard.
Roddy was very clear that the biggest difference between him and others was that he could see the "System Interface." The existence of the "Surrounding Characters Status Bar" had helped him avoid many disasters, and now … the bright red font of Blake and the guards made Roddy have to make various plans.
He was not sure if the other party was hostile, but there had to be a reason for the abnormality. It was not a bad thing to be cautious. Therefore, within half an hour, he had ordered all the scouts to enter the state of 'Level One Combat Readiness'. They had even put on metal armor and hid in several warehouses in the town. Even the warhorses had been prepared.
If something happened, they would directly attack. If nothing happened, it would be a drill.
After doing this, Roddy also sent someone to inform Sodelor and Wellington, and even specifically asked someone to hide the weapons in the banquet hall. On the other hand, he asked the Holy Knights and Temple Guards to maintain their original appearance, so that they would not reveal any flaws.
Ruger and Carter solemnly accepted the order to lead the team. Rody, on the other hand, seized the time to go to the room that Sodelor had already arranged for him. His' belongings' from Norland Village had already been moved over. In fact, there were not many old things. The room was very simple, the furniture was very new, and there was a basket next to the table. Roddy hurriedly walked over and confirmed that it was the egg that he had obtained in the "Death Swamp". Of course, this time it was not an egg, but a "snapping turtle."
This snapping turtle was not much different from the wild snapping turtles that Roddy had seen on TV. It was also very small, not even half the size of a palm. There were some edges on its head, and the shape of its shell was sharper than that of tortoises, but that was all.
A "Ranger" could have a maximum of four pets. Usually, he could only bring one with him in battle, and the rest could be kept in the "Stable." It was the same for "Witcher." Roddy thought for a while, then directly chose the "Taming" skill from the Skill Bar and began to "Tame" this snapping turtle.
Although it was small, it was still a "Magical Beast." Roddy did not expect this little turtle to bring any advantages in battle, but he valued the skills that it could add to his skills.
The snapping turtle was stupid, and in addition to the cold weather, it was motionless like a stone. It did not resist at all as it accepted Roddy's taming. The process was surprisingly smooth. A faint light flashed, but Roddy suddenly groaned.
A mysterious force crashed into his mind, making him feel as if he had been hit with a stick. But then this feeling gradually disappeared, and then it disappeared without a trace.
"That's it?"
Roddy looked at the snapping turtle that was looking up at him, and a frame appeared in front of him — [Choose a pet name]
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