"What's going on?" Vieri's heart suddenly sank. Hannah was very thoughtful and would never make a mistake.
"A young man who may be a commoner has dragon-slaying level martial arts, a perfect hundred-man-killing weapon, and dares to enter the dangerous Crow Ridge Cemetery at the first soul level. Haha, if there is no weirdness, would you believe it?" Hannah took out a piece.
Wiping the dirt on the Bailing Staff with a handkerchief, "By the way, his magic stones are of very high quality, and together they are worth more than one hundred thousand Jindelans."
"Hey, is the legend true?" Vieri gasped, and then an uncontrollable joy appeared on his face.
"Are you talking about the legend that there are royal tombs buried under Crow Ridge Cemetery?" Fanny covered her mouth in shock, "No way?"
"Yes, it must be right. Don't forget that the leather armor he and the ghoul are wearing are very old and the style is very ancient." Hannah recalled every detail of Downton's body and became more and more sure.
"If you want to know the answer, why not just follow him." Vieri was eager to give it a try and wanted to catch up immediately. "This is a blessing in disguise, we are rich."
Even a fool knows that a group of tombs represents a huge amount of wealth.
"I don't think it's possible. If he discovered the tomb, he would definitely dig it up and explore it quickly. Why waste time saving strangers like us?" Fanny retorted, "If it were me, I would definitely not talk to others in case he was exposed.
What to do with the secret?”
"There are still some good people in this world." Vieri curled his lips towards Hamlet, and the meaning was self-evident.
Fanny rolled her eyes, yes, there was a knight full of moral obsessiveness in front of her!
Hannah hesitated. The other party saved the adventure group. Logically speaking, she should not plot against him, but the possible existence of the tombs made her unable to give up. If found, it would bring indescribable benefits to the family.
"I still reserve my opinion. Isn't it right to let him go? If he finds out the identity of Sister Hannah, he will definitely stalk her like candy." Fanny pouted, this kind of lack of moral integrity
She has seen too many men.
"If he asked for something in return, he wouldn't have asked our names, and you have consumed other people's magic stones, and he didn't even ask for compensation!" Hamlet, who had been silent, frowned and retorted, "I hope this is the case.
At this point, everyone should look for opportunities to repay him for saving his life, instead of trying to find out about the tomb."
"Idiot!" Fanny was too lazy to pay attention to Harley, curled her lips and muttered.
"It's my fault!" Hannah smiled bitterly. She didn't report Jose Hannah's full name just now because she was worried that the other party would know her family from the surname and ask for a high reward. But now it seems that they don't have it at all.
That means, "Don't worry, in the name of Jose's eldest daughter, I will repay him twice as much!"
"Bah, I don't care what you do? Anyway, I want to follow him, an unexplored tomb, what a pity to miss it?" Vieri spat, glared at Hamlet, clenched his two-handed sword, "Just now
I haven't settled the debt with you yet. If you hadn't insisted on taking those injured guys with you, we wouldn't have almost died."
"They are companions." Hamlet glared back not to be outdone.
"There is something wrong with you. Just because of your moral quirks, do you know that five more people died? They could have escaped." Vieri grabbed Harley's collar and pulled him in front of him.
He sprayed spit foam all over his face.
Harley was silent, his empty eyes looking at the sky filled with white clouds, his face full of remorse and confusion. He didn't want to give up his companions, but because of this decision, more people died.
"I will never team up with you again. Isn't it enough to hurt us once?" Fanny also joined the protest.
"That's enough, shut up." Hannah glanced at Hamlet, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, "The adventure group is on the verge of being destroyed, and there is no need to continue. Let's disband. Goodbye."
Hannah didn't wait for Harley to respond, turned around and started on her way back.
Vieri quickly followed, and after walking more than thirty steps, a heartbreaking cry suddenly reached their ears.
"Hey, look, that guy is actually crying." Fanny seemed to have discovered a new world, pulling on Hannah's clothes to ask her to turn around.
Harley knelt on the ground and kept beating the ground with his right hand, venting the powerlessness in his heart.
"Hannah, you can't be soft-hearted, you must always remember the lesson of this time!" Hannah did not look back, she held her right hand tightly, and her nails almost pierced the skin.
Compared to Hamlet who was wandering alone without support, Hannah remembered her father's teachings and knew what to do at this time.
"If Downton knew about his kindness and exposed the secret, I wonder how depressed he would be?" Vieri sighed, "Although I'm sorry for him, the tomb must be obtained."
"Sister Hannah is amazing. If it were anyone else, she would never see these details!" Fanny hugged Hannah's arm and rubbed her cheek. As for commoners like Downton, she didn't take it to heart at all.
Downton, who didn't know that he was being targeted by Hannah and his entourage, was heading towards Morning Mist Town at a high speed. He was only thinking about quickly replenishing supplies and then rushing back to the dungeon to practice.
The Robinson trio will not give Downton too much time. Once they discover that he is still alive, they will pursue him relentlessly.
The nearest horse farm to Chenwu Town is twenty miles away, close to the North Valley Lumber Camp. The owner of the horse farm, Lyman, is a retired military officer. Except for his bad temper, he is a nice person.
Lyman often contacted his comrades and delivered letters and packages a lot. By chance, he discovered that the mail brought by Downton was always as good as new, so even if he added a few more silver coins, he was always named to be responsible for it.
Downton said hello to the servant, and after walking a few steps, he saw Lyman riding a magnificent black horse, galloping past like a gust of wind on the circled racecourse track.
After running for three full laps, Lehmann slowed down and let his mount run over with brisk steps.
"Ha, how does our first postman in the West have time to hang out in my little place?" Lyman teased Downton and touched the horse's neck, "How about it? Are you interested in riding it for a while?"
Because of Downton's serious attitude towards emails, Lyman had always had a good impression of him and wanted him to work at the racecourse, but he didn't agree.
"Uncle Lyman, I'm here to buy a horse." Downton said with a smile, "Are you willing to let me ride Black Jack?"
"Of course not." Lyman laughed and stroked Black Jack's mane affectionately, just like he did to his family.
This sturdy man in his forties is so straightforward and never hides anything he has to say.
"But you are an exception, how about it? Have you changed your mind? Come work here? Double the salary mentioned last time." Lyman looked at Downton. Although he was far away from the battlefield, his two words
His eyes were still as sharp as a bloody steel knife.
"Sorry, uncle!" Downton was embarrassed, but still refused. He had heard some rumors about Lyman, which were not very good. He didn't want to get entangled with his uncle.
"Forget it, everyone has his own ambitions." Lyman sighed. It was a pity to give up such a good talent. "Let's go and take you to see the horses!"
The stable covers an extremely large area, with a length of 200 meters alone, which allows it to house up to 100 horses!
To keep out the cold at night, the stables were covered with bedding. Although the horse manure was swept clean, there was still a strong smell of manure.
Lyman had long been accustomed to this kind of environment, and even took a deep breath, his face full of intoxication.
In the stables separated by fences on both sides, there are tall horses standing. Their hair is combed softly and neatly, and they look extremely handsome.
"Are you spoiled for choice?" Lyman is always full of pride for his horses. "If you are going to ride a horse to deliver letters, choose a horse with good endurance."
"No, I want a racing horse, one that can sprint quickly." Downton bought the horse not only for transportation, but also to prevent the ghouls from chasing them, so that he could get rid of them in the shortest time and enter the hotel.
Portal.
"Then this horse can run one lap only five seconds slower than Black Jack!" Lyman took a few steps and pointed to a large maroon horse to Downton, introducing its advantages.
"Uncle, besides Black Jack, which is the fastest horse here?" Downton didn't want to waste time. Black Jack was Lyman's darling and he would definitely not sell it, so he could only settle for the next best thing.
"Of course it's the Black King." Lyman led Downton to the largest stable. Just by looking at the treatment, you knew it was extraordinary.
"How come the names you gave are the same as those famous war horses?" Downton smiled. Both Black Jack and Black Emperor are famous mounts, and their owners are all successful and famous people.
"Hehe, it sounds handsome." Lyman grabbed a handful of grass and put it into the manger. "Look, he has a tall body, a long and beautiful neck, and a flexible step. Riding it, even the most difficult
The journey will also become enjoyment.”
The big black horse snorted and looked at Downton with its huge eyes.
"I want it!" Downton stretched out his hand and stroked its back. With just one glance, he fell in love with the Black King.
The whole body is covered with long strips of bulging muscles, every muscle is full of strength, but it does not look bloated, but has smooth and well-proportioned lines.
A simple shake of the head and step of the Black King will make the mane sway, revealing a docile temperament.
"Although it is a crossbred horse, there is no doubt about its excellence... Uh, what? Bought it?" Lyman was frothing as he spoke, but when he heard Downton's words, he suddenly got stuck and looked at him in shock.
He said, "What did you buy?"
"I said I bought this horse."
The Black Emperor seemed to know that he had a new master, so he stuck out his tongue and licked Downton's face.
"This horse is worth 20,000 golds, are you sure?" Lyman's original intention was just to bring Downton to appreciate the war horses and find someone to share his joy of raising horses. He didn't think this young man could afford it at all, so he called him No.
A postman is just a joke.
Downton is famous among those young postmen. In other places, he is a worthless poor boy.
"OK!" Downton nodded solemnly, with a curve on his lips, "Uncle Lyman, don't worry, pay in cash!"