The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

Two days of camping and meals.

Moyu Hunben Zhenjun finally arrived at a station outside Pinewood City.

This inn is not on the road to Pinewood City at all.

It even takes a big detour to get there, passing a big river and a steep cliff during the process.

At the beginning, Master Zhenben couldn't figure out why Platyer had to travel so far to come here.

After coming here, seeing the inn owner, Master Moben immediately understood.

The owner of the inn was a strong Mediterranean man, wearing heavy armor, with a scar extending from his jaw to his collarbone. It was hard to imagine how he survived such a terrible wound.

At this moment, Platyer was chatting with the big guy in the Mediterranean Sea, and the real gentleman and Claudia were leaning against the carriage, flirting with each other, but in fact, all the attention was on Platyer Talk to the Innkeeper.

"Mr. Dornas, how is your lord doing?" Platyer took a sip of his cigar, and exhaled the smoke into the frost mist in the morning.

"Your Excellency is very good." The inn owner named Dornas nodded.

His voice was low and difficult, as if there was something wrong with his vocal cords.

"However, a lot has changed in Pinewood City recently."

"Oh?" Platyer looked solemnly.

"Businessmen" like them, whose affairs are not visible, hate variables the most.

"Please also tell me carefully about the specific changes that have taken place in Pinewood City."

"A group of strange adventurers came to Pinewood City." Dornas snuffed out the cigar in his hand, stopped the conversation, turned his head to look at Moyuhunben Zhenjun expressionlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Platyer nodded slightly to Dornas, indicating that he can be trusted to be a fisherman.

With Platyer's guarantee, Dornas felt relieved, and then continued to share information.

"These adventurers' equipment and weapons are very fancy and have different shapes. They like to engrave patterns on their armor that are useless but look gorgeous. Some even add magic lamps to their long swords and shields. Our people asked them , they actually said it was to make their weapons look more shiny..."

Pilates: "???"

True Monarch: "..."

"Is there such an adventurer?" Platyer's expression became more serious, he touched his chin, and said in a gloomy tone: "If it's what you said, they are indeed very suspicious, besides these? Is there anything suspicious?"

"Hmm..." Dornas was silent for a moment.

"Also, these adventurers like to inquire about things very much. My people told me a very outrageous thing. They said that an adventurer chased an old woman in her 80s in the south of the city and asked about the task all afternoon. That The old woman has a problem with her mind, and she assigned a bunch of tasks to these adventurers. At first, the old woman had nothing but a dilapidated house. Now two days have passed, and she not only lives in the best rich area in the north of the city, but also I recognized a group of professionals as sons."

Pilates was silent.

He was tempted to define these adventurers as threats.

But he felt it was a bit of an insult to his intelligence to define these mindless weirdos as threats so casually.

The real king of Moben is in a completely different mood from Platyer.

He thought it was a complicated thing.

Haven't met another player for a long time.

When he heard Dornas' description, he didn't think of the player for the first time.

But as Dornas said that these "adventurers" are very keen to ask for tasks.

He is absolutely sure.

These eccentric adventurers are the players of Winter City.

It's time to meet those old friends.

It is inevitable that the True Monarch's heart will become excited.

The previous experience of narrowly dying in Devil's Eye and Whirlwind Dune made him feel an unspeakable sense of loneliness.

Despite Claudia's company, he's a player at the end of the day.

For a long time, I have been separated from those players whose behavior is exaggerated, whose name is sculpted, and whose mouth is full of "shit".

He has gradually felt that he is a little out of touch with his real life, as if he was originally an NPC in the game.

However, he clearly understood that he was not.

This sense of separation and disharmony often keeps him awake at night.

But fortunately, all this will soon be over.

"It's hard for me to understand everything you said." Platyer sighed in confusion.

But standing in front of him was Dornas, the leader of the intelligence organization under that lord.

If it wasn't Dornas standing here, he would have cut that person down with a single sword.

His countless missions were connected with the owner of the inn in front of him.

And this seemingly ordinary bald man is actually a very strong Templar.

So everything that happened in Pinewood City is true.

No matter how outrageous it is.

"Be prepared. The situation in Pinewood City is not optimistic. Those adventurers are likely to go after adults, so you should also pay attention." Dornas patted Platyer on the shoulder, turned and returned In his own tent, his task is to be in charge of receiving intelligence, and ignore other things, so as to prevent problems in his intelligence network to the greatest extent.

In fact, trusting that so-called "super sweet fruit" mercenary group today is considered an exception.

This is mainly because things in Pinewood City are not really a secret.

You can get a rough idea with just a little inquiring.

Those adventurers are too flamboyant.

Every tavern, every table in Pinewood City is talking about them.

A quarter of an hour later, Platyer set off again with the caravan, aiming at Pinewood City.

No matter what happened in Pinewood City, he must complete the adult's task.

However, he removed all the luxurious decorations on the carriage.

The guys who followed the caravan were also ordered to put on tattered leather armor.

The majestic war horses were replaced by old rough horses at the post station, and even the wheels of the carriage were replaced with old ones, which creaked on the gravel road.

The flags of the caravans were also changed.

From the mighty and domineering black truffle caravan to a wandering caravan without a name.

As for Platyer himself, he did not sit in the carriage and enjoy himself.

He was riding a nasty horse, hiding his figure under the hood, and the face inside had been carefully dressed by Dornas to ensure that his parents would not be able to recognize him in front of him.

But True Monarch Moben really wanted to laugh.

To be honest, he couldn't tell with the naked eye that the old man Platyer had been made up into a refined and easy-going middle-aged fat man.

But for the players, Platyer's name will never change.