This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 82 82. Businessman
"Boss, is this really necessary?"

Dylan's question was filled with shyness and embarrassment.

"Nonsense, this is a long journey."

How much medicine would you have to carry if you didn't do it this way?

You can resupply along the way on land, but once you board the ship, are you really going to bring a whole case of medicine on board?

Dylan now has his clothes and pants packed into his duffel bag.

He was riding a horse wearing only a pair of shorts.

According to the eldest brother, this is called maximizing solar energy absorption by the largest area.

but,

We're only half a day's journey from Norwich now; it would be too embarrassing to run into anyone...

As the saying goes, what you fear most is what will happen to you.

Just before the sun was about to set, Dylan was about to be able to put his clothes back on.

Dylan, riding naked, encountered four strangers, but the situation was slightly different from what he had imagined.

In short, three men dressed like robbers are doing something very thuggish—robbing a man who looks like a merchant.

Although the merchant was on horseback, he was forced to the edge of a sloping hill by the three men, with nowhere to go.

The robbers seemed unwilling to hurt the horse, which is why they couldn't pull the merchant off immediately.

Dylan's arrival naturally attracted the attention of the bandits, but the three of them simply adopted a defensive posture.

No one jumped out to threaten him, nor did anyone intend to take him along.

These three were low-level bandits who hadn't even reached the silver rank; they could only rob ordinary people.

They will naturally choose their targets carefully when taking action.

Dylan, with his odd appearance, doesn't seem particularly nervous around them.

It's best not to provoke them if you can avoid it.

Dylan touched the longsword hanging on his horse, then slightly turned the horse's head to avoid the group.

"Uh, you're not going to help him?"

"Boss, I still have a long way to go, how can I take care of everything!" Dylan said matter-of-factly.

“Dylan…”

"Ok?"

Has anyone ever told you that you have double standards?

……

"Sir! Help me! I'm willing to pay two gold coins!" the merchant suddenly cried out to Dylan for help.

"Shut up!"

One of the bandits was clearly in a hurry, and he swung his chipped iron sword at the horse without caring whether it would hurt it.

As he swung his sword, the bandit caught a glimpse of blue out of the corner of his eye and instinctively hesitated for a step.

The next second, an ice pick grazed the tip of his nose.

Everyone looked at the naked figure on horseback, especially at the ring on his hand whose blue light had not yet completely dissipated.

"Skills...equipment..."

Those who possess skill-based equipment are not to be trifled with.

"Friend, there's no need to fight, let's leave now."

Seeing that Dylan seemed to have no intention of continuing the attack, the three bandits faced Dylan and slowly retreated.

Only after retreating far enough did the three of them take off running.

Dylan realized he had acted impulsively.

He wasn't wearing any gear; all he had on was his underwear and this ring.

At first, I thought I would just leave it alone.

Ultimately, I don't need two more gold coins right now.

But this damn muscle memory.

I used to put in so much effort to earn a few dozen silver coins, but now that I've got 2 gold coins that I can practically earn for free, I acted impulsively.

Ugh!
"Thank you so much for saving my life, I am so grateful."

The merchant rode over on horseback, nodding repeatedly in thanks, while Dylan simply extended his hand.

If this guy dares to renege on his payment, Dylan will take his place and rob him of everything.

Fortunately, the merchant had no intention of reneging. "Oh right, here you go." Soon, two gold coins were handed to Dylan.

Neither of them noticed that as the merchant approached, the strap of the backpack hanging by the horse's rump had already curled up slightly, ready to be pulled out at any moment.

Dylan accepted the money, and looking at the merchant who was still thanking him, casually offered a piece of advice:
"Don't try to save money on guards next time. The more you try to save, the more you lose. You'll end up saving your life sooner or later."

"Yes, yes, you're right." It was clear that the businessman himself was a little embarrassed by this.

Dylan took the money and was about to leave when the merchant followed him.

"Sir, may I accompany you to Norwich?"

"Aren't you from Norwich?"

Seeing Dylan looking at him with a hint of disdain, the merchant immediately and tactfully handed over another twenty silver coins.

"I then realized that the road was too dangerous. I think I should go back to Norwich first and hire two guards before setting off again."

Dylan wasn't short of money, but it was a bit too heartless to kick him out after only taking 2 gold coins.

It's only a half-day journey...

"alright."

Dylan had no choice but to reluctantly accept the silver coins.

Seeing this, the merchant smiled even more sincerely.

As darkness fell, Dylan decided not to continue walking.

After getting dressed, they found an open space with no shelter and started a campfire.

They did not choose to travel overnight, not because of the addition of a merchant.

Firstly, he lacks night vision and has to rely on his boss's fluorescent lighting even in the underground city.

Secondly, horses also need rest.

Under the triple moonlight, the two sat at opposite ends of the campfire.

Dylan put the dried meat he carried with him into an iron cup, added water, and simmered it into a small half-cup of broth for dinner.

Amidst the clanging of metal sheets, the merchant suddenly spoke: "Sir, I haven't asked your name yet. My name is Antony Neal."

"Just call me Dylan."

Dylan was a little indifferent; after all, they were just "teammates" for half a day's journey, and there was no need to spend so much energy making friends.

Although the businessman was somewhat disappointed, he didn't force a conversation.

He simply unscrewed the flask at his waist and took a few sips of its contents.

After Dylan finished eating the soup, the two went to sleep.

Dylan really didn't need to be on guard; he had scouts, and a whole host of detection skills were far more useful than his eyes.

The scout, now disguised as a backpack, is hanging on a tree branch, monitoring everything around him.

Especially this "businessman".

Name: Klorane

[Race: Shapeshifter]

[Level: LV36]

[Racial Trait: Shapeshifting (can freely change appearance, mimicking humanoid creatures, including the appearance, voice, and smell of a specific individual)]

Shapeshifters, I guess they should be considered demons...

This racial talent is equivalent to being born with an enhanced version of [Mimicry].

The human realm is truly a constellation of stars.

They had only traveled for three days when they encountered a scoundrel knight, a bandit, and a shapeshifter.

Dylan thought he had saved the merchant, but Lin Jun thought he had probably saved the three bandits.

This shapeshifter must have initially planned to kill all the bandits, and he definitely could have done it.

But he changed his mind after meeting Dylan.

This guy is no harmless type; he has quite a few attack skills on his stats, so Dylan would have a very hard time defeating him.

I just don't know what this guy's purpose is in getting close to Dylan.

Lin Jun has not yet revealed the true nature of the merchant, Dylan.

After all, it wouldn't be nice if Dylan always looked wary.

In the end, he's only level 36. If we spend more time keeping an eye on him, we won't give him a real chance to hurt Dylan.

Let's see what tricks it has in store for us!

(End of this chapter)