Dear Broom Knight

Valera stared coldly at the group: "Charles, don't you have any news on your end?"

"They are still in the probing stage," Charles replied softly. "How could Rosalind, living in the depths of the palace, possibly know too much about the changes in Green Maple Valley over the past five years!

Her plans must have deviated, and it's even very likely that she can't even start the first step.

So, these people are almost all selling off the good things in their hands at bargain prices in order to exchange them for some detailed introductions from the adventurers."

"Adventurers?" Valera asked hesitantly, "What can they say?"

After Green Maple Valley was directly divided into inner and outer valleys, no outsiders could enter their core area.

Not to mention adventurers.

Moreover, because Valera had entrusted many things to Miklo, the guardian knights in the valley rarely dealt with adventurers outside.

And people's hearts are the hardest to judge, even if they all wear sobriety bracelets and their clothes are embroidered with various defensive magic patterns.

So they simply only communicate with people with higher Maple Leaf badge levels.

Otherwise, they would be particularly indifferent, ignoring everyone except for legitimate transactions.

Anyway, their stores all have clearly marked prices, and there are no discounts no matter how much you buy.

As a result, there are rumors outside that the people of Green Maple Valley only recognize badges and not people.

But this is true in a sense. The higher the Maple Leaf badge level, the more it proves that this person recognizes Green Maple Territory!

Such a person is of course worth giving a good look.

Therefore, Valera didn't come forward to explain.

So, don't say they don't know anything. Even if they are really smart enough to discover some clues from the slightest hint, such intelligent adventurers are unlikely to say anything to this group of people who are obviously probing for information.

"So, they are still at the first step!" Charles smiled wryly, "Even if I have many ways to investigate their whereabouts and set up a dragnet around them, I can only watch like this when they haven't started to act."

Charles even hoped that this group of people would figure it out sooner and then act quickly.

In fact, he and Valera also needed a battle to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

After all, it has been a full five years since Lorry's initial act of establishing authority, and obviously some people are beginning to stir.

It's not that they are not afraid of Lorry anymore, but they are wondering if they can find any loopholes in Green Maple Valley.

Valera and the Great Banyan Tree are very strong together, but not that strong for top adventurers.

After all, they are not level 16.

Moreover, in the eyes of many people, the reaction speed of magical plants is very slow, slow enough for them to quickly sneak attack and then leave quickly.

In the past year, the prying eyes on Green Maple Valley have obviously increased... It may also be that some people have calculated just how huge Green Maple Valley's turnover is.

Valera takes the income to the Baron's Castle to report to Cheska every half month.

Moreover, in order to have some communication with the knight camp on the Great Cliff, their reporting time is basically fixed.

Before that day, if they could rob this income... This is a turnover that even the White Dragon King can't help but envy!

Who else would want to fight to the death on the Great Ice Mountain, and be chased by suddenly and rapidly proliferating ice dogs every once in a while.

Although these so-called top professionals are generally stuck after level 13 and can't go up, they don't think that Valera, who comes from a noble family and doesn't have much combat experience, can withstand a joint attack by many people.

But the adventurers are probably too scared by Lorry's reputation. Even if their eyes are about to pop out with greed, and they have turned over countless ideas in their minds, maybe they have even thought of dozens of results of how to beat Valera half to death, they are just waiting for someone else to act.

Even though they all failed to get the Maple Leaf badge for various reasons, and have already been labeled with the title of 'evil adventurer', they are still hesitant, wanting to act several times, but regretting it when the time comes.

They are playing it very happily with their hesitations, but Valera is really going crazy.

Every time she feels those covetous eyes from the sky, Valera is fully prepared for battle.

Unfortunately, the magic bead Lorry gave her... is actually a magic potion sealed with a very thin layer of beeswax.

Lorry didn't know how he did it, but he turned the potion that was originally like water into a honey-like liquid, and then completely sealed it into nail-sized beads with the beeswax of a very peculiar white magic bee that specializes in extracting honey from icefield lace flowers.

When needed, just put it in your mouth directly before entering the battle.

This beeswax will directly semi-melt in temperatures above 30 degrees, but it can maintain a state of almost breaking, and it will not break even if squeezed by the lips and tongue, but if you bite it directly with your teeth, it will almost break with a poke.

With Valera's willpower, she wouldn't forget to bite it even if the battle was too intense.

Of course, if it's never used, you can spit the pill out after the battle is over.

When the temperature is below 30 degrees, the beeswax shell will quickly solidify again.

When Lorry researched this thing, he said with a smile that although he used it himself, there was nothing to be disgusted about, but it was estimated that it would only be used once or twice at most.

If you really encounter big trouble, don't worry about being clean or not.

Just rinse it with ice water after going back.

However, Valera actually spat out the same pill four times!

The last time, even Charles's face turned green.

Valera couldn't bring herself to look at the pill anymore, so she simply put it in the deepest part of her bag.

She would never take it out unless absolutely necessary.

But she still couldn't bring herself to throw it away.

Valera stared seriously at the several caravans: "Charles, do you think we can reveal something ourselves?"

"I think it's best not to do anything," Charles replied quickly. "You're not getting hot-headed because of that pill, are you? Sister Valera.

The Baron has repeatedly mentioned to us that we must let nature take its course and not do anything ourselves.

Although we are not stupid, but those gods, court forces, scheming is something that has been integrated into their blood.

We must not have sudden whims and use ourselves as bait."

Valera hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Okay, then let's wait for them to contact us themselves!

These two groups of people will run into each other sooner or later."

What those adventurers with impure intentions lack is a fool who dares to take action!

Rosalind sent so many people, she must have arranged some tasks for them, it is impossible to leave after inquiring about some news.

She reached out and touched the banyan tree beside her: "Miklo, I'll trouble you to pay more attention during this time~"

"No problem," Miklo's ethereal voice sounded in the ears of the two people, "I also want to try my skills!"

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"What to do?" A tall man with short brown hair walked into the warm tent, took off his white leather jacket, kicked off his shoes, and sat down at the low table wearing only thick white cotton and linen trousers.

Generally speaking, because the autumn in the Northland is always too cold, although the tents where the adventurers live have insulation layers underneath, they will still place chairs and low beds to keep themselves from being too close to the ground.

But these white-robed people's tents only have sheep wool mats and sheep wool blankets casually thrown on the ground, and a few thin quilts piled on the blankets in the corner... and a man lying there holding a quilt.

Sitting on the ground, wearing only a single layer of clothing, not only did a few people not feel cold, but they were all slightly sweating.

"The plains are really warm!" The middle-aged man who had been sitting in front of the low table did not answer his question, but let out a strange sigh, "Unfortunately, our king not only did not recover the lost land in the past, but also abandoned a great ice mountain."

"Why are you talking about this?" The young man who had just entered asked in surprise, "We who work for the Northland Princess, what face do we have to accuse His Majesty the King who has protected the kingdom?"

The middle-aged man sighed helplessly: "It's really tiring to talk to you!"

"You're thinking of a bad idea?" The young man turned to look at him, "Then just say it! Why are you dragging His Majesty the King into this?

He doesn't care about our conscience-stricken money-making."

"You've been in contact with the people from the ice side too much, so your brains are frozen?" The middle-aged man broke his defense, "We are standing on the land of the Northland, what's wrong with saying a little nonsense about His Majesty the King?

He himself doesn't care!

Can't you let me finish what I have to say?"

"But if we don't understand what you say, who are you saying it to?" The young man turned to look at the person lying down, "Bass, did you understand that sentence of his?"

"Huh?" Bass dragged the quilt and sat up, casually leaning on a pile of cushions, scratching his white-gold short hair, "You're asking me?

Aren't I the ice that Rogers said had its brains frozen?

I don't need to understand this, right?

Anyway, we agreed that you guys will find something to do and I'll take action, whether it succeeds or not.

I'm not interested in anything else."

"Carter..." Rogers looked helpless, "Are you back to cause trouble?"

"That Northland Princess..."

"Change your address."

"Oh, oh~ That respected Queen, what she said is all waste paper.

If we really do what she says, we can probably only become fertilizer for that banyan tree."