Netheril’s Brilliance

Wheat bread is really mellow and delicious. Punk was sitting at an old long dining table, cutting a plate of wheat bread into nearly equal cubes with a knife.

Your Excellency is really good at eating.

The baron gently put down the fork in his hand, and the iron fork did not make any sound when it touched the dinner plate.

For the official conversation between the two, Kane next to him was obviously very impatient. Although he stopped dancing and talking nonsense because of his father's majesty, the movements of his hands did not conceal the anxiety in his heart.

From the corner of his eye, Punk saw that Kane was cutting the bread on his plate into crumbs with a hand speed that almost appeared afterimages, and he couldn't help complaining about the Baron:

Are you really biological father and son? This personality is too different!

However, Punk also carefully discovered that although Kane cut the bread quickly and ruthlessly, he surprisingly did not touch the bottom of the plate, and there was almost no sound during the whole process.

I want to see if the father and son are singing a show.

Punk quietly used a secondary toxicity test before putting the cubed hard bread into his mouth. Only a cautious mage can live for a long time. Punk has always been cautious, but he noticed that he was concentrating on making bread crumbs Kane paused slightly. Obviously Kane discovered his little trick.

Punk chewed the bread in his mouth calmly, and a wheat scent mixed with the earthy aroma permeated his mouth. Although the taste of the bread was still hard, the fine grains melted in his mouth just like massaging his tongue. Glutinous wheat milk... Punk has to admit that a large part of his appreciation for this bread is not polite.

Since the bread was so delicious, Punk simply ignored Kane who had stopped making bread crumbs and the baron who was still sitting upright. He cut another piece of bread and put it in his mouth, and then concentrated on tasting the bread.

Time passed by, and there was a strange silence on the dining table. Punk slowly finished his share of bread with the standard noble dining etiquette, while Kane was already extremely bored and carved the remaining half of the bread into a Lifelike squirrel.

The baron waited meticulously until Punk had eaten up all his share of bread, and then said unhurriedly:

Master, do you want to go to Conora City? It's the closest city to here, but you still have to go through a large wasteland!

That's right. I heard that the food there is quite famous. I wanted to go there to enjoy it. I didn't expect to taste the delicious bread here. I am already looking forward to the city of Conora.

Punk replied with a faint smile.

Indeed, the food in Conora City is delicious and full of characteristics. I went there once when I was a child, and I still miss it until now.

The baron gently rubbed the corner of the table with his hand a few times with a nostalgic look on his face.

Please~, that place is rich in sandy pig leather, okay... Kane next to him finally couldn't help complaining.

stare…………

stare…………

Under the gloomy eyes of the Baron and Punk, Kane seemed to want to say something, but in the end he decided to bow his head silently and continue to add details to his sculpted squirrel.

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The scene was once very embarrassing...

...My eldest son will also go to Conora City in the near future, why not go with Your Excellency?

The baron who was silent for a while said abruptly!

Punk couldn't help frowning when he heard this. The baron's words were quite abrupt. Now he and Kane don't know each other. Even now, he is still three-point hostile and seven-point wary of this seemingly incomprehensible knight. However, the baron seemed to be completely unaware of his request for cooperation, which was very unreasonable no matter how you looked at it.

Kane next to him also stopped carving the squirrel at this time. He looked at his father with a helpless expression, put his hands on his chest, and curled his lips in obvious dissatisfaction. clang sound.

Maybe Mr. Baron doesn't know much about the power of professionals... but if it's just a small wasteland... the strength of apprentices is relatively guaranteed.

Punk spoke to the Baron in as tactful a tone as possible.

Perhaps Mr. Mage... doesn't know much about the recent situation in the Maude Wasteland, but if he just heard about some undead... I think it's better to have a little more protection.

The baron also said in a tactful tone.

And according to my businessman friend, there is an entire forest that has been corroded by the breath of the undead. The forest is full of skeletons walking around. I think it's better for Mr. Mage to think carefully about the power of professionals. .

... Undead? Punk didn't care about the baron's slightly mocking tone, he was recalling the information about the undead in his intellectual memory.

There are many kinds of undead, most of them hate all the living, and their strength is also strong and weak. There are no more than three sources of them:

The first type is created by professionals by means of summoning, synthesis, etc., and the strength of the undead produced in this way is directly linked to the maker.

The second type: born from the undead plane, but unless there is a special reason for this undead, it is difficult to come to other planes, especially the positive energy plane is very repulsive to all negative energy creatures.

The third type: the natural generation is catalyzed by the gathering of soul power carrying a lot of negative emotions. The representative is the commonly known ghost and resentful spirit. However, this kind of undead generally has low power, so it just scares ordinary people.

But... even if the baron's businessman friend exaggerated, in fact, what was eroded was only a small forest, which can only be achieved by at least the strength of the trainee level!

Punk thought silently.

According to Lao Tzu, no matter what kind of undead he is, we can't afford to provoke him, can't we hide it? Besides~, Lao Tzu cultivates bright fighting spirit, and those skeletons that are absolutely restrained are not to be missed!

As he spoke, Kane gathered a little grudge on his nails, and easily carved a villain with a sword on the wooden table.

Punk ignored Kane's bragging, and he continued to ask the baron: May I ask when your friend told you about the news.

A few days ago...... Calculated according to the time, my friend should have returned to Conora City, but he is usually not very popular, and he has no money or power. He is just a small businessman. Even if he reports to the church, Those clerics with their eyes above the top probably won't believe it either.

The Baron saw that Punk wanted to ask if there would be a group of gods who shouted purify everything from the church to participate, so he had no choice but to cut off Punk's idea of ​​taking advantage of it.

Speaking of which, the villages in this area are very remote. On weekdays, this old friend of mine brings a small caravan to and from time to time. This time, he unexpectedly encountered undead. However, this old friend of mine still has an old problem of curiosity... ...If you are not sure, you will put yourself in danger...

The baron looked distressed, but this time it didn't look like it was fake.

Punk pretended not to hear the Baron's hint that he hoped to help save his friends, but in fact, according to him, it had nothing to do with him whether he lived or died. And Kane just muttered a few words perfunctorily, Got it, got it. It was obvious that he didn't want to pay attention to the dead businessman either.

Punk thought about it seriously. He is not a mage who is overwhelmed. It would be extremely dangerous if he bumped into an apprentice-level strongman. At least the chances of escaping will be much greater, no matter how bad it is, there will be a target to distract the pursuers.

When he raised his head, it happened that Kane was also looking at Punk with a profound vision.

Looks like I want to go together, Punk thought to himself!

Then it will be a happy cooperation. In the end, Punk said to the Baron, who had returned to his calm expression, with a smile on his face, while Kane shrugged his shoulders, expressing no objection.