In "Riding", Roddy has used a lot of similar BUF scrolls, but even in 597 when he was a 59-level Ranger, the most advanced scroll he used was just a blue "excellent" "power of the Lion King" - and the effect of that scroll was to increase 20 strength and 180 physique, lasting for 6 minutes.

From here you can see why the effect of [Morochi's Blessing] is so amazing: Generally, the scroll lasts 15-6 minutes, while this scroll only has 6 seconds...

If its duration is 6 minutes, it may be a legendary scroll with the word "orange", but obviously this thing is powerful, but if it is true to "practicality", it does not destroy the balance of the game.

Although the effect sounds amazing, [Morochi's Blessing] is just a disposable consumable after all... and because it does not have an effect similar to "magic immunity", if you are not lucky after opening it, you can only watch this epic scroll completely waste...

In terms of effect, although "strength improvement" is inevitable, how many people can fully adapt to the large number of skills they suddenly gain after a sudden increase in level? It was over in 6 seconds, and it was not too late to understand the "skill description".

So for ordinary people, the most important function of this scroll comes from the attributes that increase after level increases and the attribute double bonus of 100.

But Roddy is not an ordinary person, but rather a few guys who can bring this scroll to the extreme

Holding this scroll, Roddy felt that the gains he had gained in Hollier City for a month were beyond imagination.

He raised his head and looked at Soderol's frowning look. He smiled and asked, "By the way, you should have known about the Baron's merit award, right?"

When talking about this, Soderol was silent for a moment, but his tone changed a little and said with some resistance: "I... don't understand what you do."

In fact, no one would understand Roddy's choice - just this afternoon, Roddy rejected the Duke of Angma's request to grant him the title of "baron" and instead gave it to Soderol, who was originally of aristocratic blood... Although Angma finally agreed to his request, he was obviously a little dissatisfied with Roddy's choice.

"You will understand these things in the future. I explain now, you don't understand them either. You can treat me as a guy who likes to retreat behind the scenes to engage in some conspiracy. Isn't this more acceptable?" Roddy lifted the curtains in the carriage, looked at the wall where torches were lit in the distance, calculated the distance, and added: "Of course, I don't mean to control you as a puppet, I just hope that we scouts can have a good place."

What a smart person, Soderol, naturally understood that Roddy might have some of his own difficulties. He even remembered that Roddy had said similar words when chatting casually in that hotel. After thinking about this for a while, he sighed helplessly: "Since you have made this decision, I will work diligently to be this lord."

"I know what you are worried about." In the dim light, Roddy's expression at this moment was indistinguishable in the shadows. "You are afraid that as your status changes, the originally simple things will deteriorate... Brothers who are born and die will be greedy for comfort and lose their ambition, or - one day, you, me or these once familiar comrades will become enemies?"

Soderol replaced the answer with silence.

"Actually, this kind of worry is right. I have had this idea, and it is precisely because of this that I decided to let you be this baron."

Roddy's voice was not hidden, so Ruger, who was driving, could hear his voice, "You have a big picture, you have received more education than all scouts, and are familiar with the operation of the territory, so the lord lets you be the most suitable one. But this is just something on the surface..."

He paused and continued: "The death of Sarota does not mean that the orcs will not show such a leader with invasion; and after we solve the problem of the undead the day after tomorrow, Ansadin, the Tasman Kingdom, will definitely come to cause trouble. These are two problems. Besides... B Cross, the pagans may not have too much movement in the short time, but they will eventually find some clues and come to the door."

"Look, orcs, undead, and infidels may threaten our lives at any time. What kind of leisure do you think will live next? Farming and sheeping sheep to enjoy the happiness of women?"

Roddy shook her head, her voice seemed very deep in the slight noise of the carriage: "If we don't work hard, we will end up with no bones..."

Such words made Soderol and Ruger, who had already relaxed, silent. If Roddy had not pointed it out, they almost thought that the days ahead would have been smooth sailing.

Not to mention them, the remaining scouts had the idea of ​​"going back to enjoy the peace after all this". Carter even discussed with others how to collect rent if he had a few acres of fertile land...

"After all... this is the era of war."

As Roddy sighed softly, the carriage slowly disappeared into the dim street corner.

September 25th.

In the Cobb Forest, the assassin team disguised as "Jit Trading Company" is still moving forward at a slow pace.

It is autumn, and it is the last active period for wild beasts in the forest before wintertime. Therefore, when walking on the road, you often encounter hunters or mercenaries who enter the forest to hunt. Occasionally, one or two blind elks or wild boars will rush to the front of the moving team, and the consequence is that they are directly hunted by caravan mercenaries.

However, these guys who were originally deceased would not eat the fat fresh meat at all, but just exchanged some information with other teams they encountered-

"Mr. Magda, I just got the news that Hollier City has suddenly imposed a curfew recently and only the West Gate is open during the day."

With his bald head leaning forward, Derby bowed to report the news to Magda who was sitting in the car. The "Wind" sitting in the car closed his eyes and rested slowly opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Why?"

"I heard that on September 20th, the original speech was interrupted by a group of pagans, and many people died. The speech is being held again today, and the Duke of Angma will hold a medal ceremony tomorrow, so the military movements in the city have been quite serious these days... I must have been scared by the previous incident."

While saying these words, Derby also quoted the inquiry: "It is said that the bishop and the admiral of the Roman Cross were almost killed directly in the square by the pagans. I guess they were afraid of losing this old face."

Magda's eyes turned out the window, and after a moment of silence, he replied in a low voice: "When did the last time the contact point news arrived?"

"One hour ago, sir." Derby took out a piece of parchment paper, which was sent by someone from the eyeliner hidden in the market in Hollier. "The inside line that Lord Ansardin installed in the city only knew that we would arrive on the 26th, but he didn't know how many of us were, and what we were disguised as..."

When such words are spoken, many possibilities are eliminated - obviously Derby never believes that the identity of this team will be exposed.

As the highest decision-maker of the entire team and the main executor of the assassination, Magda had just flashed a little suspicion in his heart, but because of the confidence brought by his strong strength, the unobvious sense of crisis quickly disappeared with the Derby report.

"Ha... I'm just a lord of a small city, and it's not worth my attention."

Magda finally made a decision in his heart and waved his hand and said, "The team continues to move forward and strives to arrive early on the 26th. If he can catch up with the Duke's medal ceremony, then he will do his best to complete the task directly.

This feeling is like going to a place to kill a chicken and then turning around and leaving. It sounds like being too confident. However, as a derby who is advanced to the level 2 of the "assassin" level, he does not think that Magda's words have any "arrogance". He still bows his head and salutes respectfully, and then jumps out of the carriage to deploy orders.

It was early morning and at this time tomorrow, the convoy would arrive in Hollier City.

At the same time, above the city square of Hollier City, Sally finally became a "priest" in the sect under the official statement and appointment of the Supervisor. Between the rose petals, wearing the blue and white priest robe, she was smiling and accepting the blessings of the believers and the Supervisor.

The grand speech actively inspired the emotions of the believers. After the cheers continued until the end of the ceremony, the Bishop of the Superintendent took a carriage and began to "bless" the city of Hollier. More than a thousand believers followed the carriage and walked through the broad main road in a mighty way, the gorgeous carriage, the mighty guard of honor and the believers who followed devoutly formed a unique picture of the times.

The rich fragrance of roses floated on the road, and the panic caused by the "Viridian Cross" was gradually calming down. Shortly after the general bishop's carriage passed, the Duke's House convoy, which was opened by Titus and the Wellington Knights, also appeared on the road in the city, but they did not follow the general bishop's team, but turned on the road to the West Gate.

The heavy carriage drove smoothly on the avenue. In the carriage, the red wine liquid in the goblet was rippling, reflecting the face of Roddy, who was sitting opposite the Duke.

"Sally's matter has come to a conclusion, so I'll feel much more at ease."

Duke Angma didn't speak loudly, but his tone was a little lonely, perhaps because he remembered the past, or because of the upcoming parting, the old man did not seem to deliberately cover up this emotion in front of Roddy. When he looked out the car window, he gently shook his wine glass and asked, "By the way, in tomorrow's plan, a group of people and convoys are prepared separately by the North City Gate... Is it for me?"

"Yes, Lord Duke, that's the last way out."

Roddy raised his eyes slightly and said bluntly: "If the worst happens, we will naturally arrange for you to leave here. The road from the Duke's Mansion to the North City Gate is the smoothest. If you leave the North City Gate, if it goes smoothly, you can reach the Boer Fortress within one day."

When such words were spoken frankly, Angma was lifting the wine glass to taste the soft wine in the glass. However, with the action of drinking, some of the sighs flashing in the Duke's eyes were not seen by Roddy.

"When I was in war, I never thought about which way I would escape from..." Angma smiled after putting down the wine glass, but there was no sign of ridicule in his words. "The lord left his capital. Such a thing is a shame. What if I choose to refuse?"

"Then I can only say...you will not choose to refuse now."

Being able to sit in the same carriage with the Duke is enough to show Angma's importance to Roddy. Although the two are much older, the conversation does not seem to be much different at this time. Roddy's answer is a bit casual, but he points directly to the point of the key words like his archery - "I don't deny that 'There is anything wrong with death in gloriously, but now Sally can't support the territory of Everta... So if I really face the choice of life and death, I don't know in the future, but now, you will definitely not refuse the opportunity to live."

This is the statement, without any doubt.

After hearing this, Angma smiled and sighed, silently admitting that Roddy's words did come to light - but he then pointed to the parchment in Roddy's hand and asked, "I have always been a little confused. Why is the core of this plan not surrounding you? Your strength..."

"This battle cannot be participated in by my level. If you want to dominate the situation, it may only cause trouble."

Roddy shook his head, "When the number and strength of the enemy are unknown, the current plan can only ensure the maximum 'adaptation, and success or failure, the variables are not what I can predict at all, so what can be done is to make all preparations and do my best. If you succeed, everyone will be happy; if you fail, I can guarantee that the Russiflon family can make a comeback at any time."

After hearing these words, Angma nodded in praise, drank the red wine in one go, and said softly: "Okay."

It's just a word of evaluation, but the weight is self-evident.

Although Roddy's statement sounds too objective and rational, Angma understands that reality is like this... Romanticism is just a cover. When war comes, there is never any room for fantasy for success or failure.

"After Rubens' parade, all the temple guards will gather here," Roddy verified the plan for the last time, and then placed the parchment aside, "Next... I can only hope that everything goes well."

The carriage stopped in front of the west city gate. Roddy got out of the car and walked to the sun, only to see that he was wearing the military uniform of the "City Defense Team" at this time, and there was also the emblem representing the "squad leader" on his chest.

Carrying a short bow, the scimitar at his waist was replaced with a standard long sword. There were many pieces of "Sabbaker Set" under the military uniform. The ring that was extremely lethal to the undead was worn on his hands. [Morochi's Blessing] scroll was placed in his pocket - as before every mission began, Roddy checked all the skill bars and experience status bars, waved his hand to close the list, and opened the "Peripheral Character Status Bar" and "Peripheral Item Status Bar".

His eyes swept over the dense words that appeared around him. He took a breath, turned around and made a "everything is normal" gesture to Duke Angma, then walked towards the tax collection office outside the West City Gate, replaced the soldiers who were originally responsible for tax collection registration, and relied on the stone wall under the city gate to start waiting silently.
Chapter completed!