I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

　　 Roger walked west along the bank of the Sierra River for a while.

　　 The number of underground warthogs is increasing.

　　 The rivers in some basins have overflowed, forming brand new tributaries or ponds.

　　 That scene was really shocking.

　　 Roger looked at the upper reaches of the Sierra River, unable to imagine what happened.

　　 The Sera River is very quiet, and it feels like there are no living things within a few miles.

　　Wang Qishu could not obtain information, and Roger did not dare to divination without authorization.

After 　　 stayed for a while, he could only walk back.

　　 On the way back, he saw a tall man on the shore.

　　 The man, like him, is carefully observing the dead pig on the river.

　　 Roger walked over and greeted:

"Good morning."

　　 "Good morning." The man's accent is a bit rigid, and his tone is also very formal. It seems that he is not a native of the manor.

　　 His clothes are not like ordinary adventurers, but they are very different from merchants and farmers.

　　 is more like an official in Dawn Town.

　　 "Very shocking, right?"

　　 The man turned his face and smiled.

　　 He has a sculptural face, a straight nose, a full forehead, and a pair of nice dark green eyes hidden under his deep-set eye sockets.

　　 His lips are always pressed tightly, with a sense of determination.

　　 Even the sparse hair with a precarious hairline is combed in full order, revealing a certain unspeakable stubbornness.

　　 Only this one.

　　 Roger vaguely guessed the identity of the man.

　　 "Indeed." Roger looked at the dead pig on the river and shook his head gently:

　　 "This kind of thing is completely beyond my knowledge."

　　 "It's reasonable." The man stared at Roger calmly, as if he was reciting the lines of a stage play when he spoke.

　　 "I once heard a story."

　　 "Under the buried ground, there is an open dark world; in the southwest corner of the dark world, there is a moss plain, and this kind of underground warthog is everywhere on the plain."

　　 "Every winter, a large number of underground warthogs gather in groups, and they run all the way, facing the south."

　　 "The warthog herd is overwhelming and unstoppable. Even the master of the dark world: that cunning and powerful two-headed black dragon dare not face the fierce impact of hundreds of thousands of warthogs."

　　 "During that time, all the predators would avoid the warthog herd. They swept through the endless underground plains, all the way to the southernmost part of the dark world."

"The southernmost part of the dark world is an underground river called Bonderi. White fog often rises on the dark river, which is strange and unpredictable. Warthogs will rush to the Bonderi River one after another-but you know, the underground warts Pigs don’t know how to swim, so the warthog that rushes down first will only drown."

"In view of the physiological structure of the warthogs, after drowning, they will quickly float up and become a small piece of duckweed on the river surface; so latecomers can step on the corpse of their companions and continue forward until they become part of the duckweed. ."

　　 "As it goes back and forth, one day, on a flat river, the warthogs will use their bones to build a pontoon bridge. Their companions will have the opportunity to reach the south of the river bank. But things are not that simple."

　　 "There is a strange white mist on the Bondari River. The white mist will kill all intruders, without exception."

　　 "We still don't know how many lucky people in the annual Warthog Migration have successfully stepped on the bones of their companions to reach the other shore no matter how much they paid."

　　 "We only know that the unsuccessful warthogs are here."

　　Speaking of which.

　　 The man fell into a long silence, seeming to be thinking, some seeming to be reminiscing.

　　 Roger was attracted by this bizarre and somewhat shocking story.

　　 The two stood there stiffly.

　　 It looks like two poor worms who have been caught in the human hold technique.

after awhile.

　　 There are rustling footsteps not far away.

　　 "Alan Dominic."

　　 "Your Excellency must be Master Roger."

　　 The man came back to his senses, and generously extended his hand to Roger.

　　 For Roger, this etiquette is too long.

　　 He subconsciously grasped Alan's hands-they were a pair of very thick hands, and they were very warm, giving people a strong sense of security.

　　 "Just call me Roger."

He said.

　　 Alan said sternly: "For a martial artist who rescued the manor from the tortoise infestation, "Master" is a very decent title. "

　　" And on the way back to the manor, I also heard the legend of "White Feather Fei Xia". "

　　 Facing Alan’s praise, Roger suddenly blushed.

　　 Maybe he is too serious.

　　 Roger told himself.

　　 "Just call me Roger."

　　 He chose to reply to the machine.

　　 Alan frowned, and it took a long time to relax:

　　 "Well Roger. I am willing to make an exception for you."

　　 Roger let out a sigh of relief.

Other people in the manor called him Master Roger in that native accent. He felt that there was a kind of simple and intimacy; but in the serious tone of Brother Alan, he always had a kind of MLM master who was repeatedly ridiculed and ridiculed. illusion.

　　 "Master Alan, why are the warthogs migrating south?"

　　 Roger brought the topic back to the topic:

　　" And if the Bonderie River is the upper reaches of the Serra River, then the so-called "monster theory" will not be self-defeating, right? "

　　 Alan straightened her back, her tone a little softer:

　　 "At least in my opinion, the claim that there are monsters at the bottom of the river is closer to nonsense."

　　 "In the 13-year observation log of the Lord's Mansion, there is no trace of monsters."

　　 "As for the warthogs' motives, I am afraid only the warthogs themselves know."

　　 "But we do have some immature speculations. The specific research results require further investigation. I hope Hayward can bring me the latest hydrological data when I return."

　　 Roger nodded with interest, and then stopped asking questions.

　　 When we first met, Alan had actually revealed a lot of information to him.

　　 I won’t say the truth or not.

　　 These are not accessible to ordinary adventurers.

　　 Although he is very interested in the secrets of Serra River, he also knows the scale of interpersonal communication.

　　 The two chatted for a while, nothing more than the customs, weather and food of the manor.

　　 Alan is indeed a very smart person.

　　 He is very polite and eloquent. In just a few words he can get the goodwill of others——

　　 is different from the idioms used by scammers~www.NovelMTL.com~ Alan’s words can always get to the point of the topic and point to the root of the problem, which makes people listen with awe.

　　 For Roger, Alan’s thinking habits have many similarities to him, and they are not like the natives of Mystra at all.

　　 This made him a little curious about the origin of the other party.

after awhile.

　　 Roger led Alan, and Freya, who stopped not far away, strolled around the farm.

Although 　　Sunro Farm is dilapidated, the natural scenery is still good.

　　 Freya was prepared and thoughtful, brought her own food, and the three of them simply had a picnic near the forest to the west.

After 　　, he returned to Roger's house.

　　 The two chatted all afternoon.

　　 At dusk, Alan reluctantly left under Freya's repeated eyes.

　　……

At night.

　　 Another guard came to visit, saying that it was a thank you gift from Lord Alan.

　　 Roger opened it, and there was a sticky note for "White Feather Fei Xia" posted on it, which made Roger feel embarrassed.

　　 is a martial arts cheat book.

　　……

　　 "Superb martial arts cheats (sliding shovel

　　……

　　 saw the name.

　　Roger's face turned strange.

　　 "Is this going to give me a wave?"

　　 But he still habitually turned on the lookout technique.

　　……

　　 "Sliding Shovel: Pingsha School Town School Peculiarism, Founder Black Tiger"

　　 "Description: A martial arts sliding shovel with 196 kinds of alterations. It has a strong effect of breaking armor, disabling and finding opportunities. It is a unique skill that Master Black Tiger has learned in his life.

　　 "Requirement: Comprehension 15/Master at least 3 Qi orifices"

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