Elven Reaper

Silent all night.

The next day, Bartlett went to the ticket office and wanted to buy a ticket, but the door to the ticket office was locked.

Bartlet called twice, but no one opened the door, so he had to scratch his head and return to the hotel.

Akto has simply done some simple processing on the small bar diagonally opposite the ticket office, so that the appearance of the bar does not look out of the ordinary.

There are no permanent law enforcement officers in the small market town, and the World of Warcraft incident occurred yesterday, so the tragedy in the bar has not been discovered for the time being.

Akto killed a group of robbers who tried to rob and kill him, a few cruel, ugly and whimsical human beings. They brought all this on themselves and deserved it. Therefore, Akto has no burden in his heart for these things.

"Go directly to the station, don't wait here." Akto's voice rang.

Bartlet was depressed: "But I haven't bought a ticket yet"

Akto had already left first, leaving a figure behind him: "Follow me, believe me, you can take the bus without a ticket."

Bartlett looked up at his back: "Ah oh oh."

The station is in the northwest corner of the town.

This relatively smooth dirt road in the town connects to the dirt road leading into the distance.

To Akto's surprise, there were actually surviving drinkers from yesterday's bar waiting for the bus.

When the three or four drinkers saw Akto, they all got excited subconsciously and stepped back, not daring to look at him.

Akto smiled. It seemed that although he saved their lives yesterday, he also scared them.

At about 9:20, a car finally arrived.

Yesterday Akto learned that this is a rural area with very inconvenient transportation. Often a minibus starts picking up people at six in the morning and goes to three or four towns. It will only set off after it has picked up people. .

This minibus is not old, it is red, its size and shape are not much different from those on Earth in its previous life, and it can carry about thirty passengers.

The luggage rack on the roof of the car is already full of luggage, tightly tied with a brown rope net, making it look bulging.

The car door is like a room door, opening outwards and with a lock. This made Akto couldn't help but smile.

Seeing all three people getting in the car, Akto was the last one to get in the car.

The driver at the front of the car said impatiently: "The last one to get on the bus should lock the door."

Akto turned around and held the wooden door, using the pin on the door frame to thread it through.

They were lucky. There were still a few empty seats in the car, which was more than enough for four people.

The minibus turned around and drove onto the dirt road leading outside.

Akto lowered his head to check the structure of the car. This car was started with a magic circle.

So how many magic arrays are needed for such a car?

There are blue pleated curtains on the windows.

Little Richard and the old woman Laura sat in the window seat, with happy expressions on their faces.

It was probably the first time for Richard to ride in a car, and he was full of curiosity about everything.

He touched here and knocked there, but his movements were always gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking something.

Suddenly, he opened the pleated curtains and saw a piece of colored paper like a poster taped to the window.

Akto saw the piece of paper almost instantly.

That's a wanted poster

The colorful wanted poster has the heads of two people printed on it, one male and one female. The pixels are quite clear.

The man is thin and the woman has enlarged pores on her face.

Those were the bar owner Hank and the conductor Miranda.

He quickly looked down again.

Below the avatar it says in common language:

These two are robbers who have been around for many years. They are both third-level fighters. They have committed many kidnapping cases and their methods of committing crimes are extremely cruel.

They are very cunning and good at disguise, and have escaped from the hands of the government several times.

It is hoped that the general public will report to the local authorities as soon as possible if they encounter these two people.

Anyone who provides clues will be rewarded with three thousand Delian coins.

Whoever kills two people will be rewarded with five thousand German coins.

Whoever captures the two alive will be rewarded with 8,000 German coins.

Akto couldn't help but shake his head and smile, feeling grateful that he had done something for heaven.

Richard pointed to Miranda's head in surprise and said, "Isn't this the conductor aunt?"

Neither Laura nor Richard seemed to be able to read.

Richard turned to Bartlett and asked: "Barlett, do you know what is written below?"

Bartlett raised his head suddenly and said in a vague voice: "I don't know the words either."

Akto saw that the giant hammer warrior's face was pale and he looked like he was about to vomit at any time.

Motion sickness

Sure enough, it is the same in every world, motion sickness does not distinguish between gender and body type.

At this time, a sloppily dressed middle-aged man came over, passed Akto and others, and walked to the back.

"Come on, give me all your tickets. Let's start checking tickets. Wake up if you are sleeping." The sloppy middle-aged man took out his lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth with two "pops".

Passengers on the bus handed him the tickets they had bought in advance.

Thick smoke billowed out from the cigarette in the middle-aged man's mouth, and the choking smell of smoke filled the car.

He confirmed the tickets one by one and walked to Akto step by step.

Akto frowned slightly and handed him the ticket in his coat pocket.

Laura and Richard also hurriedly handed him the tickets.

Only Bartlett's strong body sat on the cramped seat, his head lowered in discomfort.

"Where's your ticket?" The middle-aged man smoking a cigarette patted Bartlett's broad shoulder.

Akto answered for him: "He made up the vote. How much?"

The middle-aged man who checked the tickets raised his eyebrows and looked at Akto. He was slightly surprised. What a beautiful young man.

Moreover, this young man looks very well-groomed. He should not be a poor villager from the countryside.

It should be possible to extort money.

"Fifty thousand German dollars for extra tickets," the middle-aged man checking the tickets said arrogantly, blowing a puff of cigarette into Akto's face.

Akto's hand that took out the money froze, and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

He was not angry because the middle-aged ticket-taker asked for 50,000 German dollars.

Instead, he actually blew a puff of smoke from a low-quality cigarette into his face.

Akto raised his eyebrows and stared directly at the middle-aged man checking the tickets. His voice was slightly cold: "Fifty thousand, yes. But I have three conditions."

"Oh, what's the condition?" The middle-aged man checking the tickets crossed his arms and looked at him with a playful expression.

Before Akto could say anything, the car came to a sudden stop, and the driver in front came out with very impatient words: "Rubin, if you give me the money, let him sit down. If you don't, let him get off."

The dirt road was built along the edge of the Sil Forest, parallel to the edge of the forest, about two kilometers away.

Outside the car window is the desolate wilderness and the endless, dark Sier forest.

Akto sneered. It seemed that the driver and the ticket collector had cooperated many times.

One of the lions asked for a big price, and the other cooperated with the threat of parking. This blackmail was already perfect.

Akto's voice was very soft, but his words were clear and his tone was very firm: "First, put out your cigarette. Second, open the car window. My friend is a little carsick and uncomfortable. Third, apologize to me." "

Most of the passengers in the car were wearing shabby clothes and had messy hair. They seemed to be honest mountain people.

The ticket collector looked surprised at first, and then his joking smile became wider.

He grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow and black tartar, and smiled in a hoarse voice: "Hahahaha, what are you talking about? I apologize to you. You can't tell the difference between a king and a king, right?"

The driver in front also smiled and said: "Rubin, it seems that this handsome guy doesn't appreciate your kindness. Should we leave him in the middle of nowhere?"

Rubin, the ticket collector, blew another puff of cigarette into Akto's face: "Handsome boy, do you know that a young man like you spoke to me like this last time? Do you know what his fate will be?"

The driver also left the driver's seat and walked to the back. The two stood facing Akto who was sitting on the seat.

Rubin, the ticket collector, continued: "Unfortunately, he was abandoned in the wilderness. As soon as the sun went down, he was eaten by wild beasts and only a pile of bones was left."

Akto raised his eyebrows slightly and saw bright lights flashing on the waists of the driver and the ticket collector.

Is it a dagger?

The threat is already very strong.