27.Haters?

"I seem to remember you being wanted as well? Fallen black magician." Murphy sneered back.

"So what? You want to die with me? Fine, I'm on the run every day anyway, being reported by you is just more trouble. But you, even if you escape the pursuit, will only be the same as me, say goodbye to a comfortable life, every day fear, how good, huh ..." Finally the middle-aged man dry and no laughter laughed twice.

After standing for a long time, Murphy finally compromised, she took out a delicate vial from somewhere and threw it to the middle-aged man, "This is what you want! Despicable human!"

The middle-aged man grabbed and seized the vial with one hand, opened it and brought it close to his eyes to take a closer look, and then smelled it, before revealing a satisfied look.

He pulled out a rolled piece of parchment, placed it on the table, got up and left the tavern without a word.

Murphy's chest rose and fell, the fire could not be dispersed for a long time, she hooked her finger and the parchment on the table fell into her hand, opened it and took a general look, she also left the tavern.

At night, Murphy transformed into a swarm of bats and flew into the air.

From the swarm of bats came her broken voice, "Damn werewolves! Damn wizards! All come to bully me, you all deserve to die! Go to hell-!"

...

Bayek, early morning.

Just after breakfast, Glenn's door was knocked on, he opened the door and it was actually the old man.

"I want to ask you to go to a place with me and can pay for it." The old man said with an expressionless face.

Glenn raised an eyebrow and thought slightly for a moment.

Today, besides feeding the pigs, it seems like there is nothing to do, so you can go and take a look at ... Making up his mind, Glenn nodded, "Yes, how much can you pay?"

"Three silver coins." The old man remained expressionless.

That is, three hundred copper coins, the old man is really quite rich ah ... Glenn immediately agreed, "When will you leave?"

"Wait for me outside the town." The old man said, and turned around to go back to his house.

Glenn shrugged his shoulders and simply cleaned up in the house before heading directly outside the town.

Once outside the town, he sat down at a rock and whistled.

A few moments later, the beast bumbled out of the woods and stopped sharply in front of Glenn and sat down.

"I have to go out, remember to get some hogweed to feed the pigs, I'll be back soon." Glenn rubbed the beast's chest and said.

"Woo?" The beast's one eye widened slightly, meaning: you're asking me to go catch pigweed?

"Yeah, can't I?" Glenn smiled sinisterly.

The beast helplessly bowed its head, indicating no problem.

"I'm doing this for your own good, usually you just either sleep or eat, now you're all round, it's time to exercise." Glenn patted its head and said in relief.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came from far away, and Gren knew that the old man had already arrived.

However, when Glenn saw the other party, he was stunned.

The old man was carrying two shotguns in his hand, a leather backpack of some kind of leather on his back, and was dressed in a standard hunter's outfit, coupled with that lanky and domineering figure!

Do I have to take something as well? Glenn looked at the other party, and then looked at himself all alone, with nothing but a simple set of clothes.

The old man just went out of the town and first noticed the beast with a huge size, his eyes released a bright light and said, "Good dog!"

This old man ... Glenn was speechless.

The old man suddenly turned to Gren and asked, "Is this your dog?"

Ge Lun nodded his head and acknowledged after a pause.

The old man's eyes seemed to flash a trace of envy and asked again, "What's its name?"

"Huh? Uh ... well ..." Glenn was stunned for a moment and held his tongue for half a day, but he couldn't even stifle a word.

He didn't give the beast a name, and he usually didn't need to shout the name, it was a direct order, should he make one up on the spot?

Seeing Glenn's reaction, the old man was actually a bit sad, he clenched his fist and proposed, "Why don't I help you get one."

"Good." Glenn agreed without much thought.

The old man circled around the beast and surveyed it, while the beast never dared to move without Glenn's order.

"Maybe ... it can be called Night Roar?"

The old man who had circled twice suddenly said.

"Night Roar ..." Glenn whispered twice and clapped his hands, "That's fine! Let's call it Night Roar."

He said to the beast, "Remember, your name from now on, will be Night Roar, got it?"

The beast Night Roar seemed to be satisfied as well, and excitement surged in his one eye, and revealed his interlocking fangs as he let out a whimper.

After explaining some more things to Night Roar, Glenn left with the old man.

The two of them traveled without words all the way to a yellow dirt road, where there was already a carriage waiting.

It was the humblest kind of carriage, which was a horse pulling a wooden board frame with two wheels.

The coachman was a short, stout man who had been grooming the horses at first, and when he saw Geren and the two of them coming over, he revealed an odd expression and said, "You're all together?"

One is heavily armed, one looks like he is out for a spring trip, how can he look at it, it doesn't look like all the way.

"Don't ask too many questions, do what you need to do." The old man's voice was cold and piercing, causing the horseman to shut up immediately.

Glenn followed the old man up to the carriage and sat down, and only then did he ask, "Where are we going? To do what?"

"To kill." The old man responded simply.

The coachman, who was ready to drive, scowled and stole a glance back.

"Haters?"

"Yes."

Glenn nodded and made no more noise, only the sound of the wagon moving and the horseman yelling.

...

Somewhere in an inconspicuous hidden spot on the road connecting Bayek to Dud, a group of men in knight's armor lay in ambush.

A figure with a thinner build than the others wearing knight armor trotted from the distance in the direction leading to the town of Bayek.

Barbour, who was lying down in the grass, narrowed his eyes and directly stood up.

The figure that came trotting saw Babur and immediately came to him, whispering something, Babur cursed after hearing it, and with that, he made all the other people in ambush get up.

"Go to Dunder, we'll rest there first and check back at night." Barbour ordered, and all his men answered in unison.

...

The carriage had a bumpy ride, traveling from morning until dusk.

Glenn had thought that the place he was going to wasn't far, so he could at least finish up and get home before nightfall, but now it seemed obvious that it wasn't.

"How much further is it? This trip doesn't seem like it's going to be short." Glenn propped his hand on his chin, feeling his ass turn upside down.

"Don't doubt it, you need to be prepared for a long journey out there, there's a good chance our destination won't be waiting for us." The old man said without looking up as he had been observing a worn map.

"Then you'll have to pay for all the food and lodging out there." Glenn said as he shifted into a comfortable position.

He now suspected that there was more than three silver coins for the trip, and he might have to consider a raise in the end.

"That's for sure."

At that moment, the carriage slowed to a stop, and Glenn assumed that the coachman was going to feed the horses hay and grain again, as he had done the last two times he had stopped, but instead the coachman said:

"Gentlemen, this is it."