September 14th.

Nolan Village.

Six days have passed since Rody left the monastery angrily, and nearly half a month has passed since he left Nolan Village.

For Roddy, who has reached level 10, his life path has undergone a crucial change - on the contrary, at the edge of the Everta territory, the peaceful Nolan Village remains the same as before.

, always maintaining its own unique tranquil atmosphere.

The sheep were driven back from afar by the herdsmen, because the new harvest day was approaching, and the farmers had begun to prepare for the autumn harvest. At this time, they had harvested the new oats and packed them in bags.

Afterwards, part of it was left in the village for the scouts' horses to eat, and the rest was given to Butler Anderson to deduct taxes.

Roddy's departure did not bring any changes here, and this was the effect he wanted to achieve - at this time, many people in the village even did not know the fact that the leader had gone to Hollier City a long time ago.

, in their eyes, the scouts are very busy all day long, running here and there, rushing here and there, with only one or two faces missing, no one notices them at all.

At noon, the resting farmers looked at the training scouts in the distance by the low wall, shouting several times from time to time, while Aunt Susan and a few children brought cold water from the well and waited for the training.

The completed scouts quenched their thirst.

The scout team, which was so lazy a few months ago that it only had the function of "basic rice", has now undergone earth-shaking changes, and the attitude of the villagers towards them has turned 180 degrees - not only because of the nature of these scouts

My mental outlook has changed greatly, especially because of the "accident" that happened a few days ago.

Around September 12, the village was attacked by thieves.

In these days, "thieves" sounds very high-end, but to put it bluntly, they are actually hard-working people. The title of "big thieves" has long been lost in the wind. I don't know how many years ago, the development of the Karen Kingdom has been pretty good.

Wealthy, plus a good year,

Being a robber is sometimes worse than being a farmer, so there are far fewer thieves than a few decades ago. The remaining ones who are still "working" hard are probably really oppressed by the lords. Although there are not many such people, they are

You can really do anything.

A hungry person can be as ferocious as a wolf, so even a dozen haggard bandits on skinny horses would do unimaginable damage to villages and towns - but when this group of tough guys rushed into the village with knives the day before yesterday, they probably

They never imagined what they would encounter...

The timid villagers who were hiding in their houses didn’t see what exactly happened that day. Anyway, when they realized that the battle was over, they only saw the shattered and shapeless corpses of thieves lying on the ground, and the roaring and roaring bodies of heavily armed men.

Twenty-nine scouts passed by.

From that day on, the villagers' attitude towards the scouts completely changed.

At this time, the villagers were curiously watching these scouts perform a queue change drill - the fifteen scouts in front of them instantly transformed from a chaotic formation into a wedge-shaped charging formation within ten seconds of sprinting, and then rushed through seven

There were eight rows of scarecrows, long swords waving, and the ground was full of dummies that had been chopped into several pieces. This superb combat skill made the villagers cheer loudly, and there was also a sparse applause.

"Everyone rest!"

After the last few exercises, Soderol gave the order to rest. The sweaty soldiers dismounted and took the water and towels handed over by the villagers while talking and laughing, while Carter enlivened the atmosphere.

After a few words, the people gathered started a singing competition, which seemed like "the military and civilians unite as a family" - and this was also the task that Roddy once arranged for him.

"The afternoon training should still be based on yesterday's training?"

On the other side, Ruger put aside the short bow he was carrying, wiped his sweat and asked Soderol.

"No, there are some changes. The training plan left by Roddy said that it will start to change today. The battle against infantry is almost done, but there is still a lot of room for improvement in the battle between cavalry and cavalry," Soderol flipped through the pages.

The parchment in his hand said, "The bucklers that I asked Dick and Stan to help make in the past few days are almost in place. We can start riding combat practice after they are installed tomorrow, but Roddy emphasized..."

The two of them sat aside and discussed some "technical issues". It was obvious that they had a tacit understanding with each other, and they reached an agreement without too much nonsense. Not long after, Soderol asked Dick to bring those iron-wrapped items.

A wooden round shield, and a group of scouts explained how to use it after wearing it.

However, before the afternoon training could even begin, an urgent letter sent from Houllier City caused Soderol to directly change the training arrangements.

In this era, the fastest method of communication was carrier pigeons, but carrier pigeons were difficult to popularize. There were no pigeonhouses for civilians in a small place like Nolan Village, and the pigeons in the lord's manor were all used for food.

, so in the end, sending letters can only rely on the most primitive "messenger".

In most cases, only kings and nobles have full-time "messengers" to deliver messages. However, Holier City, as the first city in the Everta territory, still has "messengers" for civilians and businessmen to deliver messages, but even

In this way, it still took five days for the information from Holier City to reach Soderol.

"Level 1 alert, all personnel ready for battle!"

Soderol took Rody's letter and after confirming that the handwriting and wax seal were correct, he immediately issued the order in accordance with the above instructions: "Everyone should equip all weapons and armor, bring shields, and prepare horses. Ten minutes later

Set off!"

The scouts immediately got busy. The curious villagers didn't know what was going on, but they just felt that... these young people had a different kind of momentum when they became serious.

This momentum seems to be much more powerful than those dragging knight masters.

****

At the same moment, in the city of Holier, Bishop Rubens's team was slowly driving into the city of Holier.

The crowds on both sides of the road noticed the difference in this convoy, and those who were a little better informed knew what this convoy meant. Ordinary people just looked at it at first, but soon the devout believers who had received the news started to notice.

Some of the main roads were immediately surrounded by water. If it were not for the two teams of Templar knights riding tall horses that opened the way for the convoy, it would have taken several hours for the Archbishop's convoy to reach the monastery.

Believers chanted slogans, prostrated on the road where the carriages passed, and even kissed the dirty rut marks - in an era of underdeveloped information, the power brought by religion was often so amazing, and people longed for the power of gods.

To protect myself, I gave up my faith.

There are all kinds of people in the crowd of onlookers, believers, civilians, city guards who maintain order, gentry, nobles, guild members from various industries, etc. Among them, naturally no one will notice a person in tattered clothes.

A middle-aged man who looked like a homeless man.

Wearing a tattered robe that reeked of sweat, Roddy no longer carried his viera around to sing and tell stories. Instead, he completely abandoned his identity as a "minstrel" and instead disguised himself like this

, lurking in the city.

After being identified by Bishop Benjamin, although he had some doubts about the reputation value of his "Rose Cross" that was not decreasing but increasing, he also understood that it was definitely not a wise move to continue using the identity of "Bard", so he

On September 10th, he bid farewell to Boss Hu Ke's Pig Head Bar and stayed in another inconspicuous hotel. He spent some time walking around the city every day to record information, and more often, he went outside the city.

Adapt to new arrows and short bows.

Francis is still cowering in Moria Manor, so Roddy has put all his hopes on the speech in the city square that he will definitely attend on the 20th, and for this he has been making a lot of preparations, in addition to bringing Soderol and

All the scouts were called over, and what he did most was to adapt himself to the weapons in his hands as quickly as possible.

Although Rody has excellent archery skills, he cannot adapt and adjust immediately to the subtle differences between bows and arrows, so he does not dare to be sloppy at all in such a matter - a person who can be at the forefront of all players is extremely skilled.

It’s not just the ruthlessness and talent, but what’s more important is such a cautious and steady mind, and the persistence that ordinary people can’t match.

In six days, Rody has completely adapted to the short bow. When he learned that the Archbishop's team had entered the city today, he rushed over immediately. Because of his sloppy appearance, believers occasionally regarded him as a beggar.

He even waved and gave him some copper coins, while Rody bent down and thanked him like a real tramp.

He is like a precision-operated machine, and his state is almost the same as at the peak of the game - focused, abandoning all distracting thoughts, and everything he does has extremely strong purpose and directionality.

Underneath his tattered robes, Roddy watched from the street as the Archbishop's team disappeared around the corner. The crisp sound of the Templars' hooves hitting the road was masked by the noise of the crowd. He carefully counted the number of people and calculated the entire team.

The fighting power, the whispers in the noisy waves are inaudible——

"Twenty-four Knights Templar."

"Miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers."

"Four priests, advanced to about level 5"

Pedestrians crowded on the street, and Rody squeezed among them. His ears were filled with countless blessings, sighs, and conversations. Within a few minutes, all these gradually disappeared as the team disappeared around the corner.

Standing on the spot sorting out the information he had just received, Rody glanced at his "combat posture column", his expression gradually returned to his usual indifference, and he turned around and disappeared around the corner.

Speaking of which, Roddy has already made a qualitative leap in strength at this time, because he has obtained a real IMBA "advanced profession" - "Demon Hunter".

This feeling is the same as winning five million by buying a lottery ticket. Even though six days have passed, Roddy still has some "unbelievable" emotions in his heart.

The moment he clicked the upgrade button, the "mysterious necklace" on Roddy's chest completely shattered. The crisp "snap" sound was the sound the necklace made when it self-destructed. When he discovered that his body had changed, he

The "Character Attribute Column" has inexplicably added an advanced career column for "Demon Hunter"!

Roddy never imagined that he would encounter a situation that was completely different from that in the game, but whenever he opened the "Character Attribute Bar", next to "Legion Soldier, Level 10", it would clearly read "Demon Hunter, Level 10".

"Level 0".

"Demon hunter" is a profession that Roddy had only heard of on the official forum of Rifted Earth before - and the only thing he knew about it was that it was cut down and split into several because it was too powerful.

There are many professions, one of which was Roddy’s highest-level “Ranger”!
Chapter completed!