I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 183 – Chapter 183: I want to pee!(3) _2

Chapter 183: I want to pee!(3) _2

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That Empire was not Talon, nor was it Aether.

In the research of the truth society.

It was a country filled with emptiness.

Some people said that the country was related to the ” curse.

Anyone who tried to enter the group of tombs would be cursed to never be able to escape.

Some people said that it was nonsense.

In these two statements.

Roger was more inclined to the former.

The reason was that he had once sensed the aura of a curse on a zombie who was pondering about life near a collapsed underground Palace entrance by the road.

All in all.

In the southern Cemetery, the underground meant absolute danger.

Roger wouldn't act rashly before he found a good brother who could provide resistance to curses.

The fourth was ” the speed of reproduction and growth of creatures is extremely fast.

In such a harsh environment.

This land could still support a large population and a large number of wild creatures.

The secret was in this abnormal natural law.

It wasn't just the crops on the farm that ripened quickly.

Including humans.

The reproduction and growth rate of all the animals here were also many times faster than normal.

There were elaphure herds that would occasionally pass by graydeer plain.

Everywhere they passed.

The roots of the grass were eaten clean.

But it would not take half a month.

The land swept by the Elks would give birth to new turf.

There were also deer hunters who tried to catch all the Elks in one fell swoop.

In less than three months.

On the deer hunting platform, one could see the figures of deer playing.

All in all.

This was a land where curses and gifts were fused into one.

The food chain here had its own system, the ecology was unique, and it had strong exclusiveness. The people here were also very xenophobicNear Union farm.

Roger had tried to make contact with people several times, but he had been coldly driven away in the end.

Later on, from the farm that he had saved.

Roger had heard about this phenomenon.

All those who were willing to leave lived near the autumn stream Fort, waiting for the opportunity to go south.

The remaining people.

They all had persistent feelings for this land.

Being xenophobic was just an external expression of such feelings.

He quickly went through the ecosystem of the southern Cemetery in his mind.

Roger came to a high point in the ” deer hunting terrace.

There was a Watchtower built by the deer hunters.

It was because of the withering cult.

This place had been deserted for a long time.

It just happened to benefit Roger.

In the darkness.

He quickly climbed up the top of the tower and looked into the distance.

Everything in the surroundings was clearly displayed before him.

There was nothing unusual around the deep frost cave.

Northwest.

A group of ” heartless disciples ” among the withered disciples were chasing the deer.

The southern riverbank was lit up by bonfires.

Roger frowned.

In his field of vision.

That area seemed to have been magnified countless times.

One by one, adventurers in armor appeared in front of him!

[prompt: you have discovered the camp of the Spring Festival church's crusade]

“What the hell?”

“Spring Festival church? Is it the church that is recruiting people on the streets?”

Roger, who realized that something had changed, jumped down from the Watchtower.

He rode the wind!

An hour later.

In the camp of the “Spring Festival church crusade.

In the bustling bonfire square.

Fresh venison was being cooked on the barbeque racks.

The smell of poor quality ale filled the air.

The sound of playing was endless.

In a tent nearby.

The faint sound of a woman sobbing could be heard.

The adventurers entering and leaving laughed wildly. At the edge of the square.

A one-eyed man was talking to a man in a cleric's outfit.

The burly man's face was filled with impatience.

However, his tone was still negotiable.

“Father, you have to let them vent .

“What? The God of farming and breeding? It was too f * cking complicated! Besides, what's so bad about being the God of breeding? Alright, alright, alright

…In any case, my Lord, true God.”

He chose his words carefully and said, '

“Your notice was too sudden.

I know the Spring Festival church has long disliked the withering cult.

But you just asked me to recruit people a week ago.

It's already pretty good that I can pull so many people here.

The official battle would take place the day after tomorrow at the latest.

My experience tells me that it's not enough to just provide wine and meat.

Only in this way would they be willing to work for you. Otherwise, why would they become mercenaries?

Wouldn't it be better to be a farmer on a farm?

I'll pay for it …”

The one-eyed man's voice was suppressed.

Because at this moment.

A middle-aged man in a Ranger's outfit walked past them.

The middle-aged man did not seem to notice the content of the conversation between the two.

After they strolled around.

He walked to an empty barbeque rack, grabbed some fresh venison, and started roasting it.

“Let's go over there and talk.”

The one-eyed man dragged the priest into the darkness.

He glanced at their backs as they left.

Roger continued to roast the venison without a word.

Along the way.

He had roughly figured out one thing:

A week ago.

The Spring Festival church, which had quite a bit of power in Union farm, suddenly began to recruit mercenaries. They successfully formed a crusade group.

He only had one goal.

That was the crusade against the deep freeze cave in the deer hunting terrace Pavilion!

Before tonight.

They had already killed a group of withering cult followers, about 80 in total.

This made Roger's heart ache.

At the same time.

This extremely coincidental timing also made him suspicious.

He sneaked into the camp.

He was prepared to gather more information.

“But it doesn't seem to be convenient to go to the tent area …”

Roger hesitated for a moment.

The result didn't wait for him to decide.

Two women dressed like mercenaries, one big and one small, suddenly came over.

One of them was a sexy woman with a voluptuous figure.

She stood on the other side of the barbecue grill as if no one was around.

He pulled out a sharp dagger from the belt on his thigh.

“Can you treat us to a piece of barbecued meat?”

She gave Roger a charming smile.

Roger's expression was very calm. He didn't nod or refuse, as if he was lost in thought.

The blade of the dagger gently slid across the rolling venison.

The aroma of the roasted meat continued to spread.

Vaguely.

A cold glint appeared.

However, at this moment.

A sharp voice came from beside the barbecue grill,

“Sister! I want to pee!”

The voice was extremely loud.

Almost everyone in the square heard it.

The cold glint disappeared.

A burst of laughter came from all around.

A few drunk mercenaries stumbled over, mumbling some vulgar words.

The sexy woman looked at the girl coldly.

“How much did you miss me?”

“I really want to!”

The girl almost tore her throat apart as she shouted hoarsely,

“I really, really, really, really want to!”

“I want it now!”

The sexy woman's expression suddenly changed. She bit her lip and looked at Roger with a smile.

“Sorry for the disturbance.”

Finished speaking.

She put away the dagger, took the girl's hand, and walked out of the camp.

A few gazes with ill intentions swept over.

A few groups of people chose to take action.

And more people chose to calmly observe.

In the darkness outside the camp.

A voice that no one else could hear rang out,

“Psyker,”

“I've saved your life again,”

Next to the barbecue grill.

Roger, who had been unmoved, suddenly smiled.

The next moment.

He got up and left the barbecue grill.

He followed the mercenaries who had bad intentions.

Chapter end