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Looking at Burdin's strange eyes, Garcia couldn't help but look at him more.

What does his look mean?

Does the name San Enibaldine have any special connotation?

Burdine also noticed Garcia's eyes, grabbed his unkempt hair as if nothing had happened, and changed the subject: "I see you are from the North, how could you think of escaping to Badibila? What mistakes have you committed? ?”

"This doesn't seem important, does it?" Garcia frowned.

"It's not important, but I've already finished what I wanted to ask. Your rations will arrive soon, but you have to chat during this time, right?"

Burdine shrugged, looked at the silent Garcia, and looked around, "Well, since you don't want to say it, let me tell you. Anyway, maybe we have only met once. If you..."

As he spoke, he paused, sighed, and said to himself: "If you can meet that person..."

"who?"

"Well, I don't know. It might be a man or a woman. Who knows."

Burdine walked a few steps away, squatted down, gently held a plant in the field, and praised: "Look at it, how beautiful it looks."

Garcia narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced past him at the village not far away, and finally fixed his gaze on the thick joints of his fingers.

Having grown up fighting almost since childhood, he knew that this was definitely a seasoned warrior.

Only long-tested warriors can develop such thick and somewhat deformed joints through years of struggle.

It is precisely because of this that he is particularly strange. He is clearly a warrior holding a sword tightly, but he behaves like an old farmer in the fields.

It had to be said that this was a bit too inconsistent and always made him feel that something was wrong.

Seeing his vigilant eyes, Bodin laughed, "Don't be nervous, kid, I just felt a little emotional for a moment. After all, people like us always hope to spend the rest of our lives in peace and tranquility..."

"But this is Badibilla." Garcia responded.

Inexplicably, he became a little anxious. He didn't know why, but he seemed to feel something was wrong.

"Yes, this is Badibila," Bodin sighed. "Here, being able to die peacefully in bed is a luxury. Sometimes, I do think that maybe I really did something wrong. …”

At this time, Bodin stood up slowly and looked at the village not far away in confusion, "What's going on? Where did that lazy guy Jonas go to be lazy?"

The chat between him and Garcia has been going on for a long time. Even if Jonas walks slowly, it's time to come back, right?

He yelled at the village chief, but after a long time, he didn't get any response.

The village is silent.

At this time, even Garcia understood that something might be wrong, and his expression became a little serious.

It is said that there are as many strange phenomena in Badibila as wild flowers on the roadside. This time, he really saw it.

"Okay, Mr. Garcia, you have two choices now. One is to go back to the village with me to see what happened. In this way, you will gain my friendship and even our friendship. Of course, you can also choose Second, leave here as far away as possible, but unfortunately, I’m afraid you won’t get your intelligence fee..."

Burdin began to move his body, making final preparations before the battle. A sharp aura emanated from his body, even causing Garcia to subconsciously look away.

"Perhaps, you can come back and take a look in two days. By the way, as long as I am not dead, the intelligence fee will still be valid. Of course, if everyone in the village is dead, maybe you can step on my body and secretly get more. Don’t worry, I’m not stingy enough to die thinking about these rations, I hope I don’t become an undead creature.”

"Are these your last words?"

"Perhaps." As he said this, he clasped his palms together at a place diagonally above and prayed softly: "May the Holy Sword hang forever..."

The next moment, the air fluctuated slightly, and a shining sword appeared silently in mid-air. Correspondingly, a slightly illusory long sword also appeared in Bodin's hand.

"This is... the Hanging Sword?"

Even if Garcia comes from the North, he still knows the name of the Hanging Sword.

What surprised him was why he saw the hanging sword in a place like Badibila?

Shouldn’t the investigators of the Hanging Sword be operating in the Kingdom of Algrant?

Moreover, shouldn’t the investigators of Hanging Sword be investigating those fallen nobles?

Why would he appear in a place like this?

It looks like he has been here for a while.

Bodin nodded, solemnly reminding him, and seeming to confirm, "This is indeed the Hanging Sword."

Before he finished speaking, he ran towards the village without looking back.

Following his steps, the illusory sword shadow in his hand responded silently, while his aura was rising steadily. Garcia watched as Burdin broke through the tall wooden wall like a sharp blade and crashed into it.

Through the hole in the wall, he saw the scene inside the wall, and vaguely saw the creeping black mist.

Because he was a little far away, Garcia didn't know what kind of cult aura the black mist corresponded to, but he just glanced at it from a distance and felt restless and even gave birth to indescribable fear.

The feeling of powerlessness brought about by this fear was so real and strong that it even made him unable to control his emotions and almost went crazy!

It was only then that Garcia realized that the surroundings were eerily silent.

He clearly saw Bodin breaking through the wooden wall, but he didn't hear any sound.

The image and sound seemed to be completely separated at this moment.

Just as he was carrying the bag of dry food and preparing to escape from this hellish village, his intuition made him take a step back and subconsciously look back.

A bright sword shadow falling from the sky completely occupied his sight. It was difficult to tell whether it was a beam of light or a sword, or both.

Under the glare of the bright light, Garcia had to squint his eyes in pain, and even began to shed tears physiologically. His vision was blurry, and he could only see flowing golden patches of color.

Finally, in the absolute silence, he heard a sharp howl, like the squeak of some kind of insect,

This cry hit Garcia's mind like a heavy hammer, making him feel dizzy.

The real feeling coming from his body made him realize that this was not just a shock to his soul, the earth was indeed shaking like water waves.

Something was crawling back and forth underground, creating shocking ravines on the ground.

The originally flat terrain could only bow its head in front of this force comparable to a natural disaster.

What shocked Garcia even more was that something seemed to be about to come out!

As soon as he had this idea, he saw a huge earth bag arching up somewhere in the distance, and dozens of pale pink tentacles eagerly emerged from the earth.

That is……

The huge figure finally poked its head out from the soil, its light brown body like a hill covering half of the sky, even making the sky dark.

There is no need for extra movements or roars to prove oneself, just the part that sticks out of the ground is enough to prove its power.

Garcia suppressed the fear in his heart and spat rudely, not knowing whether to complain or to vent, "Damn it!"

Earth-burrowing demonic insect!