Although Roddy wandered alone around the continent before crossing, but he was known by countless people. Miss Sally in front of him was young and obviously not yet an adult. But just a few words made Roddy understand that the other party was definitely not a naive and simple girl. It can even be said that the other party's behaviour can already be called a standard aristocrat-the kind that is clever, greedy and not willing to suffer a loss. Speaking of which, including Soderol, it was indeed a headache for Roddy to meet two such smart people one after another. He didn't like the feeling that things couldn't be controlled in his own hands, but in this vast world, he was not the only one who thought he was clever. In the face of Sally's problem, Roddy quickly recited what he had said to Soderol before and waited for other's response. Speaking of which, in his memory, things like "orc raid" would be accepted calmly by such a wic
The torch was flaring. In the evenings of Finks Village, the villagers basically stayed at home. It didn't take long before the village’s 70% of houses received the notice, Roddy looked intently and found Ruger holding the torch and stepped forward. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the front with some doubt and could not help but swallow. Right in front of Ruger, a young man was talking seriously. The opponent was more than half a head taller than Luger, but his upper body was strong but not bloated. The sword was on the right, proving that he was left-handed. Wearing a second lieutenant badge on his chest, apparently the scout leader of Finks Village. At this moment he frowned and seemed unwilling to believe the content of the piece of parchment in front of Ruger, shaking his head frequently and shaking his hands, his face was a bit ugly. "I remember... Lieutenant Sordin doesn't seem to be able to write, right?" The youngster’s voic