I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Roger walked west for a while along the banks of the Sierra.

The number of subterranean warthogs has not increased but decreased.

Parts of the watershed have overflowed, creating entirely new tributaries or ponds.

The scene was truly shocking.

Roger looked up the Sierra, unable to imagine what had happened.

The Sierra River is very quiet, and it feels like there are no living things within a few miles.

The qi-look technique could not obtain information, and Roger did not dare to do divination without authorization.

After staying for a while, he could only go back.

On the way back, he saw a tall and straight man on the shore.

The man, like him, was carefully observing the dead pigs on the river.

Roger walked over and took the initiative to say hello:

"Good morning."

"Good morning." The man's accent was a bit rigid, and his tone was very formal, as if he was not a native of the manor.

His clothes are not like ordinary adventurers, but they are very different from merchants and farmers.

More like the affairs officer in Shuguang Town.

"It's shocking, isn't it?"

The man turned around and smiled.

He has a sculpture-like face with clear lines, a straight nose, full frontal bones, and a pair of beautiful dark green eyes hidden under the deep-set eye sockets.

His lips are always tightly pressed, revealing a firm meaning.

Even the thin hair with a precarious hairline was combed in an orderly manner, revealing some kind of indescribable stubbornness.

Just this one glance.

Roger vaguely guessed the identity of this man.

"Indeed." Roger looked at the dead pig on the river, shaking his head gently:

"This kind of thing is completely beyond my cognition."

"It's reasonable." The man looked at Roger calmly, as if he was reciting the lines of a stage play when he spoke, with a serious look:

"I heard a story once."

"Under the Boneyard, there is an open dark world; in the southwest corner of the dark world, there is a mossy plain, and the plain is full of these subterranean warthogs."

"Every winter, there's a massive herd of subterranean warthogs running all the way, facing south."

"The warthogs are coming so fiercely that even the ruler of the dark world: the cunning and powerful two-headed black dragon dare not face the violent impact of hundreds of thousands of warthogs."

"At that time, all predators avoided the warthog herd's path. They swept across the endless subterranean plains, all the way to the southernmost reaches of the Dark World."

"The southernmost part of the dark world is an underground river called Bundari. White mist often rises on the dark river, which is strange and unpredictable. The warthogs will rush to the Bundari River one after another-but you know that the underground Warthogs don't know how to swim, so the first ones to go down just drown."

"In view of the physiological structure of warthogs, after drowning, they will quickly float up and become a small piece of duckweed on the river surface; so the latecomers can step on the corpse of their companions and continue to move forward until they become part of the duckweed themselves .”

"Going back and forth, one day, on a gentle river, the warthogs will build a pontoon bridge with their own bones. Their companions will have the opportunity to reach the south of the river bank. But things are not that simple."

"There is still a strange white mist on the Boundary River. The white mist will kill all intruders, without exception."

"We still don't know how many lucky ones in the annual warthog migration successfully stepped on the bones of their companions to reach the other shore no matter what the cost."

"All we know is that the warthogs that didn't succeed are all here."

Speaking of which.

The man fell into a long silence, as if he was thinking, sometimes reminiscing.

Roger was attracted by this bizarre and slightly shocking story.

The two stood there stiffly.

It's like two poor people who have been hit by the immobilization spell.

after awhile.

There were rustling footsteps not far away.

"Alan Dominique."

"Your Excellency must be Master Roger."

The man came back to his senses and extended his hand generously to Roger.

For Roger, this etiquette is too long gone.

He subconsciously grabbed Alan's hands—those were thick hands, and they were very warm, giving people a strong sense of security.

"Just call me Roger."

He said.

Alan said sternly: "For a martial artist who saved the manor from the tortoise, "Master" is a very appropriate title. "

"And on the way back to the manor, I also heard the legend of "White Feather Flying Man". "

Faced with Alan's compliment, Roger suddenly felt a blush.

Probably because he was too serious.

Roger told himself so.

"Just call me Roger."

He chose to be a reply reader.

Alan frowned tightly, and it took a long time to relax:

"All right Roger. I'd like to make an exception for you."

Roger breathed a sigh of relief.

Others in the manor called him Master Roger with that local accent, and he felt a sense of simplicity and intimacy; but in Brother Alan's serious tone, he always had a kind of MLM master who was hung out to mock and flog corpses repeatedly illusion.

"Master Alan, why did the warthogs migrate to the south?"

Roger brought the topic back to the main topic:

"And if the Boundary River is the upper reaches of the Sierra River, then the so-called "monster theory" will be self-defeating, right? "

Alan straightened his back, and his tone was a little softer:

"At least in my opinion, the claim that there are monsters at the bottom of the river is closer to nonsense."

"In the 13-year observation log of the Lord's Mansion, there is no trace of any monsters."

"As for the motives of the Warthogs' actions, I'm afraid only the Warthogs themselves know."

"However, we do have some immature guesses. The specific research results need further investigation. I hope that when I go back, Hayward can bring me the latest hydrological data."

Roger nodded knowingly, and didn't ask any more questions.

When they met for the first time, Alan actually revealed a lot of information to him.

Leaving aside the truth and falsehood.

These are not accessible to ordinary adventurers.

Although he is very interested in the secrets of the Sera River, he also knows the proportions of interpersonal communication.

The two chatted for a while, nothing more than the customs, weather and food of the manor.

Alan is indeed a very smart man.

He is very personable and eloquent, and he can gain the favor of others with just a few words——

Different from liars' usual words, Alan's words can always cut to the crux of the topic, pointing directly at the root of the problem, the kind that makes people feel awe after hearing it.

For Roger, there are many similarities between Alan's speculative habits and the natives of Mystra.

This made him a little curious about the origin of the other party.

after awhile.

Roger led Alan, and Freya, who stopped and watched not far away, walked around the farm.

Although Senluo Farm is dilapidated, the natural scenery is still good.

Freya was well prepared and brought ready-to-eat food, and the three of them had a picnic near the forest to the west.

Then I went back to Roger's house.

The two chatted all afternoon.

At dusk, Alan had no choice but to leave under the hint of Freya's repeated eyes.

...

At night.

Another guard came to visit, saying that they had sent a thank you gift from Lord Alan.

Roger opened it and saw that there was a sticky note on it as a gift to "White Feather Sniper", which made Roger embarrassed for a while.

Underneath is a martial arts cheat book.

...

"Superb Martial Arts Cheats (Sliding Shovel)"

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See the name.

Roger's expression became strange.

"Do you want me to slide up to send a wave?"

However, he still habitually opened the look-out technique.

...

"Sliding shovel: Pingsha Pai Town Pai's top school, founder Hei Hu"

"Description: The martial arts sliding shovel contains 196 different moves. It has extremely strong effects of piercing armor, incapacitating and finding opportunities. It is a unique skill that Master Heihu has learned in his life. It is a great killer in actual combat."

"Requirement: Comprehension 15/Master at least 3 Qi Apertures"

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