An unprecedentedly high price!
Reynolds was so shocked that he couldn't help but rub his chin.
'I'm actually that valuable?
Why don't I just …
'No, no, I'm a devout believer of the goddess, the kind with a backbone. How can I have such thoughts?'
Fortunately, he quickly rejected the ridiculous idea.
Meanwhile, the mercenaries were still discussing Cranium Crusher.
"Compared to the bounty, I'm more interested in Cranium Crusher's rank."
Captain Gessen asked.
"He's at least a grade 6 Elite, possibly even a grade 7 Master!"
The Caveman Scout quickly replied.
"He was already this strong when he first came out. Now that a few years have passed, he should be at least grade 7, right? He might even be at the threshold of grade 8 Legendary … "
"And we're only at grade 5 …"
Captain Gessen couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile as he spoke.
'Emmmm, I don't even have a rank …'
Renault cursed silently at the side.
Clerics usually didn't participate in the rankings of the outside world because their strength and combat ability didn't depend entirely on their own efforts. They were limited by their own positions. If they couldn't become bishops, they wouldn't be able to use grade 6 divine spells. Their ranks were quite fixed.
Things like falling off a cliff after a sudden epiphany and breaking off an engagement in public wouldn't happen to clerics.
'But why would they care about my rank?'
Reynolds was curious as he continued to listen to the mercenaries' conversation.
"Captain, from what you're saying, you're not thinking of capturing Cranium Crusher, are you?"
The Elven Mage asked.
"Hahaha, it's a 2,000 gold bounty after all. It would be a lie to say that I don't want it. If there's a chance, of course I'd … Hiss …"
Gessen was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He quickly drew his sword and looked around nervously.
His instincts, which had been trained from dancing on the tip of a knife for many years, made him feel a strong sense of crisis at that moment. It was very clear, very clear, and almost like a real sense of crisis.
He had only felt this kind of feeling in a moment of life and death.
It was as if Cranium Crusher had heard his words and was coldly watching from the side, ready to jump out and smash his head open at any moment.
The other mercenaries had similar reactions. They immediately stopped chatting, reined in their horses, and slowed down their pace. They held their breaths and looked around nervously.
They didn't dare to dismount because they might have to ride away at any time …
But after looking around for a long time, he found nothing. There was only a quiet road and an equally quiet grove beside him, as well as Pastor Reynolds, who had an exceptionally amiable smile on his face.
After confirming that there was no danger, the mercenaries let out a sigh of relief.
"Just now, I almost thought that I would die … What exactly is going on?"
Captain Ge Sen asked with lingering fear.
"I have the same feeling, but there is nothing strange in the surroundings … Pastor Reynolds, do you feel anything?"
The caveman scout asked.
"No, what happened to you guys just now?"
Reynolds smiled and asked, as if he was still unaware of the situation and didn't feel anything.
The other mercenaries didn't say anything. Not everyone had the same instincts for danger, so they continued to talk about the strange sense of danger.
"Don't tell me it's because we mentioned Cranium Crusher and attracted his attention?"
"I've heard that some powerful existences can sense when others are talking behind their backs …"
The caveman scout asked.
"But isn't this a power that only Angels and Gods have?"
The Elven Mage added.
"I've heard that some powerful Demigods can also do it …"
"Don't tell me Cranium Crusher is already a Class 9 Demigod?"
"Ahem, anyway, let's not talk about him …"
Captain Ge Sen hurriedly said, as if he wanted to explain to Cranium Crusher from afar.
"I was just joking. No matter what, he is still a powerful existence. He is not someone a small team like us can covet. I was just joking …"
"And I also admire Cranium Crusher's style. Upholding justice, punishing evil, that is what a true hero should do! Just thinking about it makes me fascinated! Why would I chase after such a person? "
The other mercenaries also agreed.
"Yes, yes, I have always been a fan of Cranium Crusher!"
"I was a fan of Cranium Crusher when I was just born!"
"Let's talk about something else …"
Reynolds didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Am I that scary? Am I not elegant, easy-going, gentle, and kind?
Sigh, people have a lot of misunderstandings about me …
As for these mercenaries, he thought about it and decided not to recruit them into the church.
These people valued money too much!
And fighting and killing every day was not in line with the church's image of kindness.
But the business could still continue. Reynolds didn't mind having more ways to earn money. Although the days were getting better and he had a new church, he still wanted to build a bigger, more luxurious church in a better location. It would still require a lot of money.
While thinking, he patted Amelia's back, indicating for her to be quiet and pull the cart properly.
Amelia's eyes lit up just now …
Just like that, the group didn't talk much for the rest of the journey. They traveled in silence, and their speed was slightly faster than expected. At dusk, they could already see the outline of York Town.
York Town was located deep in the mountains, and there was only one road leading in and out. But thanks to the surrounding mineral veins, the town was developing quite well. It was beautifully built and had a population of more than 2000. Most of them were miners and blacksmiths.
There were no more accidents along the way, and no bandits or beasts appeared. It seemed like this was going to be a successful mission.
But when the group got closer, Reynolds suddenly pulled the reins in his hand and signaled for them to stop.
"Something's not right …"
He smelled something different in the air.
Captain Gerson didn't look down on his opinion just because he was young. He quickly stopped the group and had the Caveman scout come closer for a closer inspection.
The Caveman quickly dismounted and found a big tree nearby. It climbed up nimbly and looked in the direction of York Town.
The series of movements looked so professional that it almost forgot that it didn't even have eyes …
"The Caveman's hearing is a few hundred times more sensitive than ours. They can use the sounds they hear to construct images in their minds. Their ears are their eyes, and they can 'see' further and more than us."
Captain Gessen explained from the side.
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