A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"You know Mr. Bray?"

"It really is him! That makes it much easier to find him." Katrina clapped her hands.

A butterfly made of magic dances gracefully before the white horse.

"Just follow this butterfly."

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Bray spent several days sightseeing in Vinicado, visiting all the attractions.

After watching too many youth-themed dramas set in academia, Bray was getting a little tired of them.

Lux should probably end her trip soon and return to the capital.

Bray was also thinking about when to return to the capital.

The cost of living in Vinicado is not low.

This port city has many tourist attractions, making it difficult to spend money without visiting them.

"..." Bray stood dejectedly on the folding chair, too lazy to even move all day.

However, Bray was lost in thought, pondering Nisha's words.

Just as Bray was pondering what Nisha had said not long ago, a huge dark shadow fell from the sky.

A loud neighing of horses rang out, causing Bray to involuntarily lift his right eyelid.

Bray adjusted the eye patch over his left eye and stood up from the folding chair.

“Mr. Bray!” Two melodious voices, as sweet as nightingales, rang out.

One voice was heroic, the other charming and alluring.

But after Bray saw the person's face clearly, his lips twitched.

They're all acquaintances.

“I told you, we’ll meet again,” Katrina said playfully, her delicate finger touching her lower lip.

"Huh?" Bray tilted his head, indicating his confusion.

“Please help this city!” Nisha pleaded earnestly with Bray.

"Huh?" Bray tilted his head, a little confused.

However, he quickly realized what was happening.

Are they sea creatures? Definitely sea creatures!

“This time the sea creatures are too strong… there are three second-tier sea creatures… no one can withstand them.” Nisha lowered her head, feeling somewhat ashamed to face Bray.

"Hmm? Uh? A second-tier sea creature?" Bray stroked his chin, tilting his head up in thought.

Second-tier sea creatures... what are those?

Bray had no idea that sea creatures had a class system.

The tomb keeper, Ms. Mira, who wished to remain anonymous, had only told him about the existence of the Bray Bronze.

There was absolutely no detailed explanation.

“Only Mr. Bray can help this city,” Nisha said through gritted teeth.

"What... is second-order?"

As time went on, more and more customers came to Redip's booth.

Redip got busy, his hands never stopping for a moment.

I casually wiped the sweat from my forehead; facing the grill was definitely not a comfortable thing.

Aside from the oppressive heat emanating from the grill, the smoke alone was unbearable for my eyes.

"Dove," Redup wanted Dove to bring him some ingredients.

But after calling out, Redup realized that Dove didn't respond.

In the past, Dove would definitely have responded immediately.

"Reading a book?" Redup frowned, assuming Dove was engrossed in his reading and hadn't realized what was happening.

So Redip turned around, wanting to call Dove one more time.

However, when he turned around, the words seemed to get stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them for a long time.

Dove has disappeared.

During the brief moment that Redup greeted the guests, Dove disappeared from the bench.

"Dove?" Redup called out unconsciously.

When someone goes missing, everyone will instinctively call out, hoping to get a response.

However, most of the time, there is no response.

The surroundings were noisy, but Dove's lovely voice was nowhere to be heard.

"Hey, boss, I want to order grilled fish," the customer next to Redip urged impatiently.

However, Redip was clearly distracted and did not reply at all.

This made the guest very unhappy.

"What a mess!" the customer cursed, and strode away.

The service at this stall is absolutely terrible.

Redip was completely unaware of the guests' departure and was still in a state of shock.

But this state didn't last long. Redup came to his senses and quickly scanned the surrounding crowd with his deadpan eyes.

No, no, no, there's no trace of Dove anywhere.

Redip's first thought was of human traffickers, and the thought sent a chill down his spine.

He was actually a little scared and flustered.

"Bang—" Redip ran straight out of his stall, knocking over his grill in his haste.

"Holy crap, what are you doing!" A passerby who almost got hit by the grill cursed angrily.

"Excuse me," Redip said casually as he passed the passerby.

Upon discovering that Dove was missing, Redip did not hesitate to abandon his stall and begin searching for Dove in the vast Vinicredard.

"Hey, I haven't paid yet," a customer called out, holding up banknotes.

But Redip didn't care, he didn't even look back.

"People these days don't even bother to make money." The customer who wanted to pay reluctantly took back his banknotes; it wasn't that he wanted to dine and dash.

"He's even abandoning his stall, he must be crazy." The customer muttered to himself as he watched Redip run off like a shot.

Redip heard what the person behind him said, but he didn't respond at all.

The most urgent task is to find this little girl, Dove.

Redup covered his left hand; he had been in such a hurry that he had burned his hand when he pushed the grill.

Does it hurt when you get burned? It definitely hurts.

He had no time to care about any of that right now, and his dead fish eyes remained unmoved by the pain.

Redip doesn't have a clear direction in finding Dove right now; he's like a headless fly.

Redip understood this principle, but he also understood that clues had to be found by himself.

Do you expect the clues to be neatly placed somewhere for me to retrieve?

"Have you seen a little girl with blue hair?" Redip grabbed the middle-aged man and asked him this question.

"No." After a moment of confusion, the middle-aged man pushed Redip aside and replied.

"Have you seen a little blue-haired girl holding a map book?" Redip, having failed to find the person, didn't give up and continued to ask the next person.

"Never seen it before." But the next person still answered Redip with disdain.

Redup, wearing a greasy apron, is certainly not very likable.

Have you ever seen...?

But even after repeated setbacks, Redip kept asking.

If you don't ask, you'll never find Dove; if you ask, at least you might find it.

Redip ran very fast, and he was covered in sweat.

He carefully searched every corner of the street and asked every passerby around him.

Panting heavily, Redip bent over, bracing himself on his thighs with both hands, and stopped running.

"Where is this girl?" Redip's eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot, unable to relax.

"Hey, young man, are you looking for a little girl with blue hair?" An old man tapped Redip on the back with his cane.

Redip, who had been tapped on the back, looked at the old man with a puzzled expression.

"I'm asking you, are you looking for a little girl with blue hair?"

“Yes.” Redip nodded slowly.

"Not long ago, I saw a woman running with a little girl in her arms in an alley," the old man said, shaking his cane and raising an eyebrow.

"That little girl, if I'm not mistaken, should have blue hair."

“!” Redip’s breathing became heavy.

"Where?" Redip asked urgently, a flicker of emotion appearing in his dead fish eyes.

This man cares a lot about this little girl, even though they haven't spent a particularly long time together.

But the little girl held an unexpectedly high position in the man's heart.

"You ask me where she is? How could I possibly know?" the old man said irritably to Redip.

It seems Redip has lost his temper.

"I saw that little girl about fifteen minutes ago."

"They've probably been taken far away by now."

"So, what's the general direction?" Even without a precise location, a vague direction is better than nothing.

"Now that you mention it, I vaguely remember that woman carrying the little girl ran towards the east dock."

The old man looked as if he had just realized something, and tapped his cane on the ground with a crackling sound.

"Thank you," Redip said, then headed straight east.

"Keep it up, young man." The old man waved his hand, then walked slowly with his cane.

As he walked, the old man approached the shadows, and his hunched back gradually straightened.

The tattered fisherman's clothes blurred like foam, then transformed into a neat tailcoat.

"Thump—" The cane, no, it should be called a walking stick, struck the ground.

The old man transformed into a young man with a straight back in the blink of an eye.

The young man somehow acquired a wide-brimmed hat.

The hat was easily placed on their heads, and the young man began to kick his little shoes and dance.

"It's really touching, a heartwarming little story between an ordinary person and a mixed-race child." Jonathan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I wonder if you can catch up with that assassin lady?" In the sea city of Vinipado, Misala's figure was like a black mist, elusive and constantly moving through the streets and alleys.

She was holding a little girl with blue hair tightly in her arms.

Without a doubt, this child is Dove, who was abducted.

Without making a sound, Misala knocked out the unarmed Doffin and took him away.

Doffin had no combat abilities whatsoever; she was just like an ordinary little girl and did not demonstrate the strength expected of a Bronze Saint.

Even children of the Bronze rank are quite formidable.