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The two didn't wait too long. Soon a middle-aged man wearing armor walked out of the village, carrying a bag of flour cakes and a water bag casually in his hands.

Because he was in Badibila, he didn't seem to take care of his appearance. He had a rough beard, and his hair was messy and fluffy, almost covering half of his face.

But his eyes were bright and sharp, and at first glance they looked like two sword blades protruding from a tuft of hair.

When Garcia subconsciously looked at the slovenly man, he also found that the man was looking at him.

He wasn't looking at it casually, but seemed to be looking at it with a sense of scrutiny.

"Boding, why are you here?" The strong man scratched his head, "This man just came to buy some dry food, and he has no intention of joining our village."

"I just came over to take a look," the man named Bodin said angrily, "I haven't been outside for a long time."

The strong man shrugged, casually took the dry food bag from Burdine, opened it, checked it, and handed it to Garcia, "You can order a little, this is about ten days of rations, don't say it's not enough, we But I specially added an extra piece of bread."

At the end, he deliberately emphasized his tone, showing a hint of warning.

As one of the village's inspectors and traders, he has seen too many unruly visitors.

He prides himself on being experienced in dealing with these matters and believes in the wise saying that fists are always more concise and efficient than words.

Garcia carefully opened the bag, patiently took out the bread and water, inspected it in front of the strong man, and finally nodded: "It's really no problem."

Although he does not have the means to detect toxins, his life experience and intuition from the North allow him to keenly sense potential threats.

Even if it is not 100% confirmed, it is enough to cope with the current situation.

Seeing that Garcia did not react excessively, the strong man nodded with satisfaction and glanced at Bodin, "It's no problem. Hey, believe me, you will definitely come to our place next time. Compared with us The dry food in the village and other places is just a stinky mess.”

With that said, he walked away with the war hammer in his arms, but stood not far away and looked at Garcia quietly.

Garcia frowned and subconsciously looked at the man named Bertin.

"Yes, I have some questions to ask you." Bodin nodded, turned to wave to the strong man, "Thanks, Jonas."

"What do you want to ask?" Garcia put the ration bag aside and looked at Burdine with interest, but secretly he did not relax his vigilance.

Although the deal was completed and there was indeed no problem with the drinking water, who could ensure that the two of them would not take advantage of their wealth?

Isn't the cost of murder and robbery lower than gold coin trading?

"I saw a gold coin. It was a gold coin from Algrant. It was very new, which means it was recently exchanged from the treasury. The nearest place to exchange gold coins is Leiden City. Where did you come from?" Bodin asked Jia. Thea showed it, and it was exactly the gold coin that Garcia had just given to the strong man.

Garcia's pupils shrank and he subconsciously glanced at the strong man not far away.

You know, he was on guard the whole time, but he still didn't see when the strong man handed the gold coin to Bodin.

Not to mention anything else, this method alone is enough to prove the strength of Bodin and this strong man.

If they really have thoughts about him, he might suffer a little loss if he is caught off guard.

"Relax," Bourdin said with a smile, even though his beard hid his expression. "We don't mean any harm, at least I don't. I just want to know something. In Badibila, there are very few people. It can bring reliable information from the outside world, but you..."

He sniffed gently and gave Garcia a meaningful look, "... relatively clean. Although I smell the smell of human blood from you, in Badibila, no one is allowed to have blood on their hands. Woolen cloth."

"Is this a deal?" Garcia asked, looking at Burdin seriously again.

"Okay, I can say a few words in the village. As long as the information you give is accurate, I can provide you with more food rations, and even... provide you with a temporary residence."

"Then how do you know I'm not talking nonsense?"

Under the cover of his thick beard, Bodin chuckled, "Maybe you can try it in front of me?"

"Just communicating here?" Garcia looked around, and there were only the strong man and Bertin around.

"I invite you to communicate in the village, do you dare?" Bodin shrugged, "Has anything big happened in Leiden City recently?"

"Yes, Lord Bars is dead."

"Dead? Is Balth dead?" Bourdin's tone was filled with surprise, but he quickly concealed it, "How did he die?"

"It has something to do with the cultists..." Garcia deliberately cut off his words and pointed to the ration bag at his feet.

"Jonas, go back to the village and please bring another ration." Bodin also understood and turned to Jonas and said.

"Be careful, Burdine," Jonas glanced at Garcia and warned: "Boy, don't even think about doing trouble under the nose of Uncle Jonas!"

After saying that, he swaggered away with his weapon on his shoulder.

Looking at Jonas walking away, Garcia then said: "Bars tried to use the power of the cult to advance, but in the end he died."

"Killed by whom?"

Bodin subconsciously asked, but he immediately reacted, "No, why do you know this? Unless you..." He looked at Garcia again, a trace of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Silver level can actually kill gold level Baers?" He murmured, "You didn't lie?"

"I didn't say anything." Garcia shrugged nonchalantly, "I just came to Badibila to look for something."

Bourdin naturally understood what Garcia meant. He just smiled and nodded, his eyes moving, not knowing what he was thinking, "I'm very happy that you haven't told a lie so far. Although you have hidden something from me, but This is as it should be.”

Bourdin said, looking at the surrounding fields and the lush and healthy crops growing beside him.

"Then who are you?"

"Me? Does it matter who I am?" Burdine withdrew his gaze and looked at Garcia with interest.

"Then why are you so concerned about Layden City?"

"There are some things you should know, but there are some things you shouldn't know." At this point, Bodin suddenly hesitated, looked at the village behind him hesitantly, and murmured: "Maybe you should know …”

"What?"

"My name is San, San Eniboding. People often call me Bertin. You can also call me that."

As he said this, he stared closely at Garcia, trying to catch a hint of shock on his face, but in vain he found only a blank look of complete ignorance.

On the other side, Garcia found a trace of disappointment that was carefully hidden in Burdin's eyes.

Thanks for the tip of gentamicin~

p.s. I accidentally discovered that I had done something stupid, and there was something wrong with the ordering of chapters.

Fortunately, the impact on the reading experience is not particularly big... TAT