I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Dawn Town.

In a low house in the business area.

Li Wei came out holding a thick stack of documents.

"Theoretically, the information about the Red Sleeve Brotherhood is top-secret information, and we never disclose it to the outside world."

Freya pressed her hands on the nanmu table and said in a serious tone:

"However, considering your special situation and the fact that you have killed more than a dozen robbers in a row, we decided to make an exception."

"But these materials cannot be taken away, they can only be read here, please understand."

Roger nodded very cooperatively.

Dang even opened the file and read it carefully.

have to say.

Dawn Town's intelligence system is quite complete.

Whether it is the information about Johnny Turtle or the information about the Red Sleeve Brotherhood, they are all summarized very rigorously.

After Roger read through it, he had a general understanding of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood.

As Freya said.

This is a group of robbers who occupy the mountain as king.

Their leader came from the sea, most likely a pirate who came ashore.

At first, their range of activities was limited to between the East Coast and the Avenue of the Knights.

Gradually, their strength continued to grow.

After completely controlling the area east of Knights Avenue.

Their claws gradually extended to other areas, and once touched the edge of Paramount Manor.

According to the description on the intelligence.

The headquarters of the Brotherhood of Red Sleeves is hidden among the mountains in the countryside of Hall, and no one knows the exact location yet.

These robbers are real scum, murder and arson, rape and looting are commonplace.

They have been seen performing wicked sacrifices in the mountains.

The scene was horrible and bloody.

...

"Thanks."

Gently closing the file, Roger got up to thank him.

"You're welcome."

Freya put her hand on the hilt of the sword, with a slightly helpless expression:

"It is really our fault to let the robbers disturb the tranquility of the farm."

"It's just that the lord has been busy dealing with the enemies in the west recently, which gave them an opportunity."

Roger wondered:

"The enemy to the west?"

Freya nodded and said:

"You should have heard the name of Lord of Evil Spirits."

"The necromancers entrenched in the Boneyard are the biggest enemy of Paramount Manor at present. Your lord has been fighting against them on the northwest border for days."

I see.

Roger nodded secretly in his heart.

No wonder he didn't have a chance to meet that Lord Alan during this period of time.

At the moment he clasped his fists:

"This information is quite useful to me."

"Thank you so much!"

Freya breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's good."

"We'll send more patrols."

"But you still have to be careful."

Roger smiled lightly:

"No problem."

Li Wei said worriedly:

"But didn't you say that they are already eyeing you?"

Roger's right index finger was gently moving on the nanmu table, the smile on his face was still calm:

"Now, I'm the one following them."

"Oh yes, Levi."

"Do me a favor."

...

five days later.

To the east of Knights Avenue, Hall Country, outside a fairly lively gathering place.

Roger stepped briskly across a stream of dirty water.

A prompt came from the data bar.

...

"You discovered Capone Manor"

...

"finally reached."

Although he was only carrying a cauldron, Roger still stretched a little tiredly.

This five day hike.

Let him seriously reflect on the ultimate proposition of "why not learn riding earlier".

There is a lack of horses in Tongma Town, so it's fine if there is no place to learn.

Paramount Manor is a very suitable place to learn riding skills.

It's just that the matter of learning riding skills has not been put on the agenda, and he has encountered several emergencies one after another, so that he still can only rely on his legs for long-distance treks.

Don't say anything else.

The efficiency is really low.

As for the skill "Taming Animals", it can only be said that it looks beautiful, but the effect is mediocre in practice.

After being bumped by a small elk somewhere, there was a dull pain.

He resolutely gave up the idea of ​​domesticating wild animals as mounts.

But the five days of walking were not all fruitless.

At least he encountered plenty of jonny turtles!

These Jonny Turtles obviously don't know what's going on at the Paramount estate.

Seeing Roger walking on the road, there were even some people who came up to block the road.

This kind of behavior moved Roger to his bosom, and tears flowed in a mess.

In the end, he reluctantly gave his palm out, and accepted his life with tears in his eyes.

Thus.

The number of jonny turtles who died under Roger's hands officially exceeded the 1,200 mark.

Even better.

There's also an Elite Template Jonny Brother!

It gave Roger a rather rare feat.

...

"Longevity and Longevity (3rd Ring Specialty): Every time your age increases by 1 year, your luck will increase by 0.1"

...

Roger pondered for a moment.

This is probably "the older you get, the luckier you get"!

...

He walked slowly in the territory of "Capone Manor".

This is the only enclave in the vicinity that has not been destroyed by the Red Sleeve Brotherhood.

Because of the owner of Capone Manor.

He is the third leader of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood.

There are mixed fish and dragons here, and there are everyone.

The law and order is so bad that walking on the road will take a sap at any time.

But there are still a large number of people gathered here.

Most of them are poor people who have lost their villages.

Roger's goal is a bar called "Tuna and Beauty" in the manor.

intelligence display.

It was a semi-public stronghold that the Red Sleeve Brothers had placed in Capone Manor.

...

night.

In a smoky bar.

The air smells of bad tobacco and acrid alcohol.

The wanton shouts came and went.

Someone cheated and was caught in the back alley, and immediately there was a scream.

There were also undressed women who pushed the man away cursingly and rummaged through his pockets vigorously; the latter remained motionless and breathless.

The regulars do what they love with indifference.

The bartender was also yawning lazily.

Occasionally, he will come forward to drive away those little girls who are pestering the guests.

In this chaotic atmosphere.

A foreigner with a nervous face suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

Someone whistled softly.

A pair of malicious eyes stabbed over like hyenas smelling blood.

"I'm looking for old Pete."

The man grabbed his collar and spoke nervously and tremblingly:

"I know the rules, give me a glass of the cheapest wine."

The bartender couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and quickly handed him a glass of water mixed with wine, then pointed to the innermost box and said:

"That's old Pete."

"Young man, I'll give you a piece of advice. If you don't come up with anything good, your back door will be blasted tonight."

The young man trembled again, lowered his head and drank the wine.

Immediately afterwards, he cautiously passed through the crowd and approached the box.

"I have something to sell."

he suddenly said loudly.

It looked too tense, a little out of control.

A man and a woman sat in the box.

A man in his fifties, with a horse face, a hooked nose, prominent cheekbones, and an unfriendly look.

The women are beautiful, but with heavy makeup.

When the stranger shouted at the box, she still exposed most of her upper body.

"Do you think I am deaf?"

Old Pete violently pushed the woman sitting on him away, and dragged the woman into the box.

"sorry Sorry!"

The stranger was so frightened that he almost cried.

"Fuck you, what the hell is it?"

Old Pete was cursing.

"It's the treasure I found in the old house."

The man hesitated for a moment, and pulled away a corner of his clothes.

It was a dark statue.

The monster on the statue is realistic and exquisite, like the work of a master craftsman.

Old Pete's pupils shrank slightly.

"Gargoyle?"

"Let me see."

He grabbed the statue unceremoniously and looked at it carefully.

The stranger stood timidly at the foot of the wall, staring at Old Pete.

The latter looked up and gave the woman a wink.

The woman snorted softly.

Then he walked slowly to the side of the stranger, put his arm on his shoulder, exhaled like a blue and said:

"take it easy."

"We're in serious business."

"If it's a really good thing, there will be no less than one point."

She pulled the stranger and sat down slowly.

"I'll go find an expert to identify it."

"wait for me here."

Old Pete suddenly said this, and left the box with the statue in his arms.

"But my..."

Before the stranger finished speaking, he was persuaded by the woman.

bang.

The box door was closed.

The woman smiled seductively, wrapping herself around the stranger like an octopus.

From an unobserved perspective.

From the crevices of the woman's nails, the glimmer of the blade was faintly revealed.

She just wanted to make a fuss.

At this time.

The sudden severe pain directly pierced her brain nerves!

The woman opened her mouth suddenly.

I can't take a breath!

...

Pingsha martial arts!

knee bump!

next second.

Roger covered her mouth with his left hand.

A blue light flashed in the palm of his right hand, and the Qingfu sword came out in response, stabbing the woman right through without mercy!

...

"You killed Vicki (Human Assassin/Elite)"

"You got 30 XP"

"You got 26 points of chivalry"

"Getting the killing order reward..."

"You have obtained a specialty from Vicky - Disguise"

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