Magicians never make wishes

Judging from the perception of the mental network, that figure could only be considered humanoid.

It was completely black, as if it were covered with an asphalt skin, and it did not have the complete limbs of a normal human, but its speed of movement was beyond that of ordinary people.

Ronan guessed that the corrosive power on its body must have come from its black asphalt outer skin.

"Captain, should we report this to the area manager?"

The drill rat looked serious. Ever since he stepped into the monster forest, he had always felt a sense of oppression, as if he couldn't breathe.

"This piece of bark alone proves nothing; without other evidence..."

Ronan turned to look at him. "It's probably not worth much, maybe not even anything."

"Captain, is this part of our territory too?" Evil Axe gestured towards the depths of the forest.

"It's only a short section, let's leave it for later. Let's go to other safe zones first."

The three of them quickly traversed the area.

Ronan activated his mental network to its fullest extent, but did not find any more similar black creatures.

I did see a few empty goblin nests, but the goblins inside had disappeared.

Otherwise, Ronan wouldn't mind taking out those nests as well.

A goblin is worth 3 silver wolves, and a den can earn up to 12 silver wolves.

If he spends money frugally, it will be enough for Ronan to stay in Moonless City for quite some time.

"Captain, what's the next step?" Evil Axe asked.

The appearance of a few pedestrians on the road indicated that the three had left the Demon Forest and entered the sphere of influence of Wuyue City.

Ronan saw someone avoiding him again, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he had just escaped from the monster forest.

A flood of emotions welled up inside me, and I felt a strange sense of nostalgia.

Even the old man walking towards us looks so much like the old man who injured his leg back then...

Oh, no, it's the same old man.

"Grandpa, we meet again." Ronan stepped forward and greeted him. "Do you still remember me..."

"A ghost! A ghost!"

The old man's leg wasn't injured this time, and he ran away for his life while yelling.

Ronan: "..."

It seems the old man has a good memory.

"This old man is so fast at his age, he must have been a master when he was young." A feeling of admiration welled up in Evil Axe's heart.

"Captain, did this old man offend you?" The Rat drew his dagger, eager to pounce. "Do you need me to help you catch him?"

"You're like a rat..." Ronan said earnestly, his arm around his shoulder.

"When you're old, having enjoyed all the riches and beautiful women in your life, how will you feel if no one bothers you anymore?"

"Very...happy?" the drill mouse tentatively replied.

"Emptiness! You will feel an emptiness you've never felt before!"

Ronan's forehead veins throbbed as he corrected him, "Therefore we should respect the elderly and care for the young, understand?"

"I understand..." The rat nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Do you want me to help you catch that old man?"

He had barely finished speaking when the thug punched him. "What the hell are you trying to do with this worthless old man?"

"You didn't listen to a word the captain said!"

"If you're going to arrest someone, arrest the kind who's living a life of luxury and have beautiful women, understand?"

"Oh, I see..."

Listening to their conversation, Ronan rubbed his forehead, having completely given up on trying to preach basic moral principles to them.

Following the map on the card, Ronan unknowingly arrived at a village.

The few scattered wooden houses and stone pigsties at the village entrance looked strangely familiar...

"Sir, what brings you here?" The village chief greeted Ronan immediately upon seeing him.

At this point, Ronan was speechless. After going around in circles, he had somehow ended up back in Jiuwan Village.

"Who are these two gentlemen?" The village chief looked at the dwarf and the halfling, appearing somewhat nervous.

"These are my teammates; we were just passing by." Ronan looked up at the darkening sky and then asked,

"Village chief, could you arrange for the three of us to rest for the night? We'll continue our journey tomorrow."

He pulled a handful of copper badgers from his money bag and stuffed them into the village chief's hand, figuring that should be enough.

The village chief took the money, beaming with joy, and said it was no problem. He immediately instructed the villagers to prepare an empty wooden house for the three of them.

"By the way, where's Parker?" Ronan asked.

"He went to the city, saying he can make money there," the village chief sighed. "We don't really understand, but making money is always a good thing."

"Has his wife already given birth?" Ronan remembered that Parker had mentioned his wife was about to give birth.

"Oh, right. She's given birth." The village chief tapped his head. "Look at my memory. I'm getting old; there are some things I just can't remember."

Ronan looked at the village chief's full head of white hair and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

I just hope he doesn't run into adventurers like the wicked axe-wielder and the rat-driller alone.

After seeing the village chief off, Ronan sat down and quietly practiced meditation.

Although each practice of the Starry Sky Meditation Method takes place at night, there are actually no additional benefits.

The starry sky is the starry sky that forms a universe in his mind.

In the outer space, the orbits of various planets can only serve as a reference.

Beside Ronan, the scoundrel leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed as he drifted into a light sleep.

This is a habit he developed over many years of adventurer experience, enabling him to react immediately in the event of danger.

It gives people a sense of reliability and peace of mind at first glance.

The burrowing rat, however, has vanished without a trace.

As soon as Ronan activated his mental network, he walked along the road and around the houses, and sensed the halfling who was hiding in front of someone else's window and spying on them.

He was about to drag the other person back when he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the familiar layout inside the room.

Upon closer inspection, isn't this the home of the hunter Khufu?

The hunter was paralyzed in bed, and his elderly mother should have already gone to sleep. At this moment, someone else was feeding him medicine.

The man had a limp and a disabled left hand, so he could only feed Khufu spoonful by spoonful with his right hand. He must have been a relative of Khufu.

It's really not easy for people at the bottom of society; just surviving is already a struggle.

Ronan sighed, stood up, and prepared to go out and call the drill rat back.

No sooner had I stepped outside than I bumped into the burrowing mouse that had manifested itself and run back.

"You little rat, don't wander around and look around in other people's villages at night," Ronan said, frowning.

"Captain, I've discovered that the villagers here actually have servants to wait on them!" Drill Rat exclaimed in shock.

Ronan stood in front of him and chopped him down on the head with a chop.

"You better behave yourself!"

"If you dare to act without authorization again, I'll deduct your team's share!"

Caught off guard, the rat was hit on the head. In pain, it could only obediently shrink into another corner, its eyes full of grievance.

Ronan felt it was necessary to properly discipline his team members to prevent similar unreliable situations from occurring during combat.

He glanced back at the evil axe; despite the commotion he and the drill rat had caused, he hadn't woken up.

He could even faintly hear very regular snoring.

no……

What happened to the promised light sleep?

What happened to the half-awake, half-asleep state I was promised?

What happened to the promise to react immediately?

What happened to the promise of reliability and peace of mind?

Ronan rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling that building the team was a long and arduous task.