The lord is red again

After the magic ring was broken, people could no longer gain power from it, but the method of drinking potions to obtain certain special effects in a short time still existed.

"This thing is not cheap, what does it do?" Lind asked.

"In a certain period of time, run faster? More powerful? Make you not tired?" Old Cherry scratched his cheek helplessly, and the sound of Old Skin being scratched sounded like the sound made by Lind scratching the soles of his feet: "Only 100 gold stamps!"

"Old Cherry, my money is not blown by the wind."

At least it is a little harder than picking up money on a windy day. It is not easy to guide players to work.

He had lamented that Old Cherry suddenly became a good person, but he didn't expect that the other party was waiting for him here.

Compared with drinking a bottle of potion, he hoped to buy more useful things.

Old Cheri sighed, "This was given to me by a lady a few days ago. She said that this bottle of medicine is worth at least 100 gold stamps, and I must sell it. She will come to get the money in two days."

"Does Roning have a daughter?" Linde wondered. Apart from Mayor Roning, he really couldn't figure out who Old Cheri would be afraid of.

He is the big manager of the vendor market, and countless people coming and going have to look at Old Cheri's face to do things.

"The mayor is not married, and she has no relationship with the mayor," Old Cheri whispered, "but she is a witch who can brew all kinds of magical potions. The mayor needs her to make some things, like the bottle you see, but no one will spend money on this kind of thing."

You know it's a waste of money, but you still let me buy it!

"If the player knows, he will definitely buy it," Linde muttered in his heart, then shook his head and said, "It's a pity that I can't use it."

100 gold stamps to buy this thing is not cost-effective, so he decisively refused and turned away.

Looking at his departing figure, Old Cheli couldn't help but sigh, and then looked at the furs that he had just bought back without much bargaining.

Fur is indeed a hot commodity.

If someone else came to sell, Old Cheli would definitely bargain to death, but a discovery made him feel that he couldn't offend Lind, and even had to show some goodwill.

Because Old Cheli found that these wolf skins were very fresh, and they should have been killed within a day or two.

Killing more than 20 jackals in a short time, Lind must have a very terrifying team!

People always have to leave a little way out for themselves.

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The area of ​​Prey Town is actually not as large as that of Star Dragon Outpost, with crowded houses and narrow paths.

Lind asked the soldiers to guard the purchased supplies, and he wandered around alone.

The river water under the small stone bridge has not dried up yet, but it is only ankle-deep, and it is difficult for any fish and shrimp to survive in it.

Half of it is a dilapidated ruin, which reminds people of the doomsday scene when the magic ring was broken.

In front of us was a tall house where the mayor of Prey, Ronin, lived. It was said to be built like a castle and could accommodate more than a hundred people.

The door was open, and a carriage slowly came out of the door.

A group of dwarfs were crowded in the carriage, with bruised faces and noses, looking very miserable.

There were many people watching the excitement. It was a rare time for everyone to rest when it was almost dusk. They didn't have to worry about their work during the day, and it was not time to shiver in their houses at night.

"It was a dwarf circus. I heard that they were responsible for performing for the mayor. It seems that they messed up the performance."

It was difficult for ordinary people to survive in this world, let alone a group of dwarfs.

There were many malicious speculators in the crowd. Seeing a group of dwarfs who couldn't carry anything on their shoulders or hands just acted stupidly on the stage to live better than themselves, quite a number of people felt unbalanced.

Lind didn't care about this group of people. His eyes passed the ruins and looked at the church in the distance.

As the state religion of the Kingdom of Rand, the Church of the Sun is like a dandelion seed that spreads across every corner of the world. Some larger towns can see it.

Lind hopes that the Church of the Sun can still function normally, at least so that he can contact Goliath's family, or his ex-girlfriend who has been out of touch for two years.

But when he walked to the door of the church, he no longer had hope in his heart.

The famous stone statue of "The Song of the White Knights of Everfrost" collapsed, the wings inserted behind it broke, and the spider unscrupulously pulled the web to define its hunting range.

Walking past the collapsed stone statue blocking the road, weeds grew in the cracks of the exquisitely paved stone road.

This is a mutant plant with strong vitality. They can grow in any environment, but at the same time, no creature can get any nutrition and value from it, and taking it will make them confused and fuzzy.

Perhaps the only meaning of their existence is to tell passers-by that the land here used to have some nutrition, but we came here to take root, guess what? Now it is a wasteland.

The door of the church opened a gap.

Lind looked up and saw the huge church door that was three people tall.

The relief on the lintel was a figure wearing armor and riding a dragon.

He pushed the church door, making a dull sound.

Walking into the church, there was surprisingly no pungent smell of dust.

The evening sun shone in through the broken stained glass windows, making the interior of the church dim, but not so dark that nothing could be seen. There were several statues inside.

The one closest to the broken window was a statue of one person tall. The man had a giant sword thrust diagonally into the platform at his feet. At the same time, he stretched out his head and let the giant sword stick to the back of his neck in a diagonal manner.

There's movement behind you!

Lind turned his head subconsciously, and an old wrinkled face appeared behind him at some point, staring at him expressionlessly.

He got excited and jumped away.

This is an old nun, dressed in black robes, with unblinking eyes, looking more like a dead person than a living person.

The old nun's voice was high-pitched as if she had been working in the church for many years, as if she was singing something: "That's the Storm Rider, which represents repentance and bravery. He is distressed that he failed to save the baby at the junction and is willing to behead him." Atonement for one’s own head.”

Linde thought to himself: "Then he has quite a bad temper."

The old nun asked: "Are you a believer who comes to worship?"

Linde did not answer. He himself was not a believer at all, whether before or after time travel.

He said directly: "My friend is a clergyman of Goliath Sun Church, but I can't contact Goliath right now. I would like to ask what the current situation is there?"

Although he wanted to show his attachment to his ex-girlfriend, Linde knew very well that he had only traveled through time not long ago, and he didn't care much about the false marriage in the corner of his memory.

He just wants to know the current situation in the distant capital, whether anyone has organized a stronger force, whether His Highness the Prince has any plans to reorganize the country, and... the information left to the player about the undead.

Linde, who was unable to defeat monsters and upgrade, had his only advantage in intelligence.

It seemed unlikely that the other party would know useful information, but since he was here, he still planned to get more detailed and useful information. After all, this was the Church of the Sun.