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nCraftsmen Protection Association

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n“Boss, look! There’s a small house over there!”

nAs he spoke, he was about to walk over.

n“Don’t go over there, Mobley!”

nDean suddenly shouted at the tall man to stop his rash action.

n“Follow me immediately!”

nDean said as he quickly retreated out of the forest.

nMobley didn’t understand, but he still followed Dean obediently.

nThey continued until they completely left the forest.

nMobley couldn’t help but ask, “Why should we retreat? If it were up to me, we should set fire to this place! I can feel that this place is full of vitality. If this fire is strong enough, we might be able to advance a lot on the path of legend!”

nDean was also moved.

nBut very quickly.

nHe shook his head.” I’ve told you and the others in the Brotherhood many times. The most important quality of an arsonist is restraint! It is easy to surrender to the burning desire, but we need to restrain it.

n“Look closely at this forest. It’s obviously newly cultivated. And that hut. I just sensed the scent of a domain in the forest! This meant that there was at least a powerful Druid nearby, and Heiss was probably killed by him.

n“Before I know his level, I don’t want to fight a high-level Druid in his domain!”

nMobley scratched the back of his head and said disapprovingly, “But I’ve never heard of any powerful Druids in Rolling Stone Town.”

nDean looked at him. “The intelligence needs to be updated. We’ll stay outside tonight and enter the city tomorrow to collect intelligence. After making sufficient preparations, we’ll formulate a plan and then take action!

n” Do you understand?”

nMobley said resentfully,” Alright, alright. You’re the boss. I’ll listen to you.”

nThe two of them went around the oak forest.

nThey gradually disappeared into the night.

nAt the edge of the forest.

nMatthew’s figure quietly appeared.

nOn his shoulder.

nAn oak tree fairy was chattering about something.

n“These two people are not good people…It was very likely that they were Heiss’ accomplices, members of the Silver Frost Brotherhood.”

nMatthew glanced at the mission panel.

nThe progress of the maintenance mission was not updated.

nHowever, he did not let his guard down.

nIn his opinion, the system was not omnipotent. Perhaps only after he had collected enough information would the mission progress be updated.

nIn comparison.

nHe was more willing to trust his intuition.

n“Did you remember what those two looked like?”

nMatthew asked the fairy on his shoulder.

nThe latter revealed a smug expression, then rubbed Matthew’s earlobe hard, revealing an extremely enjoyable expression.

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nThe next day.

nSecurity Bureau.

nPa!

nTwo lifelike portraits were placed on Blake’s desk.

nBlake was still eating breakfast. When he saw Matthew, he wiped the bread crumbs off his beard and hurriedly asked, “Is there something wrong with these two?”

nMatthew nodded.” They might be related to the farm fire.”

nBlake stared at the portrait.” I understand. I’ll mobilize people to follow them secretly. If there’s really something wrong with them, I’ll take them down!

n” But today is the first day of the Spring Festival market. There are many people in the town, so I have to prioritize the safety of the people.”

nMatthew expressed his understanding.

nHe was not worried that Blake would not be a match for the two of them. The captain of the garrison team was already a peak Tier 3 Warrior at a young age. It would not be difficult for him to fight Heiss alone.

nMoreover, he had many members with excellent weapons and complete equipment.

nIt was common knowledge that if no magic professions were involved, in a situation where warriors were fighting each other, it would always be an irrefutable fact that the party with more people and better equipment would win.

nAlthough Rolling Stone Town was a poor and remote place, it never lacked elite warriors. After all, the Suki Family Lord was a level four warrior himself!

nThe only thing lacking here was Spell Casters.

n“These two paintings are not bad. Can you introduce the artist to me?”

nBlake said as he looked at the two portraits.

nMatthew couldn’t help but tease,” Oak fairies are probably the most picky creatures in the world when it comes to appearance, and their princess has the strictest eye. They prefer handsome young men.

n“As for you, Blake, you look at least forty years old…Unless you shave your beard, they might not even want to see you.”

nBlake was instantly displeased.

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n“Hey, don’t talk nonsense, okay? When I went out this morning, my mother even praised me for being very energetic!

n“And what’s wrong with my beard?

n“Don’t you think it makes me look manly?

n“As for my age, I’m only 24 years old this year!

n“The same age as you, Matthew!”

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nMatthew shrugged. “Say hello to Ms. Liz for me.”

nHe then left the security office.

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nTrade Area.

nFarm produce street.

nToday was the opening day of the Spring Festival market.

nThe residents of the farms and villages around Rolling Stone Town had gathered here.

nThe streets were crowded with people.

nMatthew squeezed through an ox cart full of white radishes and lettuce leaves.

nHe arrived at a corner of the market.

nUnder the shack.

nA young man with long hair was glancing at the waists of the people passing by with flickering eyes.

n“Jeff! Stop looking. No one can save you if you steal again!”

nMatthew slapped him on the shoulder.

nJeff was shocked.

n“Matthew, is that you? Uh, I don’t intend to steal anything. I’m just looking…”

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