"Yes!"
Tucker nodded after thinking about it.
Nowadays, Tucker is a combination of his own appearance and body shape and that of the demon hunter Andre.
Coupled with Andre's burly figure, plus the demon hunter Andre's habit of growing a beard.
Tucker's sideburns and beard no longer look like the teenager that Tucker should have been.
"Huh? Larmore accent? Are you from the Larmore Tower?"
As soon as Tucker opened his mouth, Carlos caught the point.
And this is also an option that Tucker deliberately reserved for his own identity.
"André Larmour" from Larmour would definitely have a Larmour accent.
"Well, I'm over there in the Larmore underground neighborhood." Tucker nodded.
Carlos suddenly became alert.
Even the undead wizard "Amanti" not far away also looked over.
Yes, the third-level necromancer who is always shrouded in the gray mist of death is Amanti.
"What's your name?" Carlos asked with his eyes slightly narrowed.
You are putting off checking your household registration!
Tucker took a deep breath and shrugged.
He replied in a calm and indifferent tone.
"If you are not the Sheriff or the inspector of St. Rand, I don't think I need to tell you my name."
"Even if you have a very powerful sister, it will still be the same!"
As expected, Tucker's words instantly became a bit confusing. This angered Carlos.
Tucker knew better than anyone how to anger Carlos.
His eyes became sharp in an instant, and Carlos, who was suppressing the anger in his heart, had already placed one hand on the short knife at his waist.
"Irreverent wizard, do you think your witchcraft is faster or my knife is faster?"
"I can guarantee that when you are casting spells and chanting, I can cut open your shield and give you two big mouths. Son, when I interrupt your spellcasting, I will let you know how to speak properly on Larmore Street."
"It's not too late for you to apologize now, bearded wizard!"
"Otherwise, you will be carried away later. Get out and throw it on the road."
At the same time, Amanti, who was behind Tucker, held on to the necromancy without any sense of martial ethics.
At this time, Tucker turned a blind eye to the situation behind him, with a look of indifference on his cheeks, and looked at Carlos.
"Young man, times have changed!"
"Compared with the knife in your hand, I think my steam revolver is faster! Do you want to give it a try?"
When Carlos took a look, his heart suddenly froze.
I saw it inside the wizard's sleeves held up by Tucker.
The cold muzzle containing the extraordinary characteristics of [Execution] was already aimed at Carlos.
This fourth-level extraordinary steam revolver [Execution].
It was specially built by Baggins for Tucker.
Baggins knew that Tucker had extremely powerful wizarding abilities.
An ordinary self-defense steam revolver is definitely useless and cannot participate in a battle at Tucker's level.
So Baggins purchased a large amount of materials with [Execution] properties, and specially made a powerful fourth-level steam revolver for Tucker that could touch the soul at close range and execute enemies who could not resist.
Aim at close range and shoot into the soul.
[Execution], specially designed for execution.
"Hey... Carlos, don't be a coward. Just bet that there are no bullets in his gun."
"That's right, the revolver won't threaten your life anyway. We have a priest here who can save you."
"This new guy is here. The wizards actually carry steam revolvers. Is this because they are not confident in their own witchcraft? They have been completely ruined by Saint Rand's atmosphere."
"That is, the extraordinary people from Saint Rand like to carry this kind of steam firearms. A bunch of bastards who have no martial ethics."
"Hey... Wizard, why doesn't your revolver ring? Give it a try!"
At this time, the extraordinary beings not far away saw the excitement and started to cheer.
"Those bastards!"
Carlos was shaking with anger. He felt that the execution characteristics of the revolver posed a great threat to him.
"If you can put away your revolver, maybe I can buy you a drink!"
At this moment, a small but extremely clear voice sounded.
Sirol, who went to pay the blood clan's head at the back, has returned.
"Very happy!"
Tucker smiled and directly put the extraordinary steam revolver [Execution] into the extraordinary bracelet.
The small confrontation was easily resolved by Xiluol's words.
The bartender also brought Tucker another glass of oak stone wine at the right time.
The extraordinary beings not far away were disappointed because they didn't see any blood.
They just like to watch big scenes of bloodshed.
Looking at the wizard who was disarming directly in front of him, Carlos, who was left standing aside, felt like he had been slapped on cotton, and his already depressed mood became even more depressed.
"I don't remember Larmore having a number one like you."
Tucker was drinking oak stone wine.
Sirol on the side looked over.
"I'm just a nobody, not as good as you dazzling geniuses."
"And... all the time..."
After Tucker took a sip of wine, he talked about the past with some melancholy.
"I am an unlucky person."
"During that great escape, I didn't even have time to run to Saint Rand. Those damn dark suns were chasing me so fiercely that my wizard robe was torn. It was bitten to pieces."
"Fortunately, my physique is strong enough and my escape speed is fast enough. Of course, my escape speed is still slower than that of the assassin."
Carlos, who was eavesdropping on the side, couldn't help but be startled.
He felt that the other party did it on purpose, but he had no evidence.
"With no choice but to be chased, I had no choice but to go to the Black River Valley."
"Black River Valley?" Shiloh paused.
"Some time ago, there was a lot of movement in the Black River Valley."
"Yes!" Tucker took a long breath and said with a slightly complaining tone.
"You see, my luck is so bad sometimes."
"I met a kind-hearted shepherd who took him in when I went to the Black River Valley, and I raised sheep there for half a year."
"I finally sold the money, thinking I could come to the Holy Land. Rand lived a good life, and even hoped to find a girl from Saint Rand to live with me."
"As a result... I just sold the sheep and almost died in the Black River Valley."
"The terrifying puppet thread at that time was almost choked. It filled all my vision, and I was dragged into the depths of darkness, and death and darkness almost swallowed me up."
"I was really just a little bit
close to death." "Then, suddenly, those weird The thread disappeared, and there was light illuminating my path forward."
"Oh! The great three-eyed god, I was almost moved to tears."
"A miracle, that is definitely a miracle!"
"I dragged on My exhausted body fled the town by the river valley and that damn horrible place."
"I spent the most difficult days deep in the cave with the group of sheep huddled together."
"What happened next, You should also know."
"And I only found out after I came to the Black River Valley for a while."
"It was Tucker the Blasphemer. He killed that damn puppet master. He did a great job."
"Thank you to the great Three-Eyed God. , thank the blasphemer Tucker."
"I saved a life."
Tucker's face was filled with a smile.
Tucker's vivid explanation made many extraordinary people around him unable to help but listen.
"You shouldn't have come here to inquire about the blasphemer Tucker, right?"
Carlos asked in a lowered voice at this time.
Tucker glanced at Carlos and said angrily.
"Although I'm a bit unlucky, my mind is very clear."
"Is the blasphemer Tucker something that a transcendent of my level is qualified to inquire about?"
"A war at that level is something that a low-level transcendent like me can't handle. Can anyone participate?"
"The biggest characteristic of me is that I have self-awareness."
"What I hope most now is that I can find a local girl from St. Rand, preferably one who has a house locally. ."
"In this way, I don't have to worry about the damn rent."
Tucker's righteous remarks made many extraordinary people look at him with disdain.
As a second-level wizard, Fanfan is somewhat ambitious.
I dare not say that I made a lot of money in Saint Rand.
But at least after paying the rent, I can still have some money left in my pocket after I get drunk in the pub.
Unless you have some bad habits.
"So... did you come to the tavern to find a girl?"
Xiluol's tone was slightly unkind.
"Of course not."
Tucker braced his back.
"After coming to Saint Rand, my luck seems to have gotten better."
"Although I hope to find the Saint Rand girl in my heart, but before that, I need to earn more magic gold."
"But the underground is really too dangerous, and I don't want to run into a dead end when escaping. That damn bad luck will happen. I don't know when it will happen."
"I heard that there is a Larmore Mutual Aid Association here. ."
"I hope to get some magical drawings about the deeper parts of the dungeon from here."
"And, during the recent period, the location information of the werewolves and vampires in the dungeon."
"In this way, after I enter the underground, I can also know more about them . Be safer."
Tucker's words made Shiloh suddenly confused about the strange wizard in front of him.
You can tell him that he is awesome, but he actually wants to eat the soft rice of the Saint Rand girl.
You have to say that he wants to eat soft food, but he actually dares to go deep underground to hunt those vampires.
A strong soft-boiled man, a very strange combination.
Looking at Shiloer who was thinking.
Tucker said in time: "I know that information is very important, so I can pay magic gold for it."
"Of course, I hope you can make it cheaper. I don't have much money."
He looked up and down at the slightly tall figure . Some burly supernatural wizard.
Hillor had already stood up and said, "No, that's not important information. I'll give it to you for free."
"But there is a condition."
"What condition?"
"You have to hand over the hunted vampire head here."
"Of course, this is kind help, not a mandatory requirement."
"Because part of the income from the vampire heads or werewolf heads paid here will be given to Lamore Street, which will make us here Better be built."
"Deal!" Tucker nodded crisply.
(End of chapter)