Chapter 63 Mission Objective: Find the Tower in the Wilderness

"Why hasn't anyone come out yet?"

A slightly annoyed voice sounded in the corner: "Isn't the owner of this place going to come out for some fresh air?"

The old man with a white beard hid in the corner and peeked out stealthily: "The dance starts tomorrow. If there's still no movement, it will be bad."

"The reward is so high, but no one takes it," the old man said seriously, "Those rumors are indeed true."

This quest with rich rewards has been on the leaderboard for many days. Its content is very simple. It requires delivering an invitation letter to the owner of the Iris Alley Bakery, but it also requires using magic to record the other party's true appearance and whereabouts.

Although it sounds like a perverted stalker, those familiar with bounty missions know that this is a common method used by nobles to restrict their opponents.

This lucrative task is already the third one to be offered. It is said that the first two young men who took the task left with smiles on their faces, but came back the next day with bruised faces and noses, and insisted on completing the task no matter what.

I heard that although the first two people have nothing to do with each other, they are similar in their stubbornness.

Young man number one: "I was knocked unconscious because I was careless. It was definitely an accident."

Young man number two: "If it were a head-on confrontation, it wouldn't be clear who would win or lose."

Oh, these are what the introducer said when he complained.

The muscular, tall, and menacing introducer stabbed his dagger into the wooden table and said sadly, "When I routinely asked them if they wanted to continue the mission, they all looked at me warily. One of them even pulled out a weapon. I won't force them to complete the mission."

He said, "How rude."

The introducer looked at the white-bearded old man intently and said, "Swear on your age that you will not flee in the middle of a battle."

Old man: Don’t mention the word age in front of the elderly.

He looked at the ferocious-looking introducer: Also, the old man felt that the reason those two people were afraid might not be entirely because of the mission.

"Of course," the old man promised, "I swear by the reputation of the Church of Light in the Kingdom of Thorns that I will complete the task."

The main reason is that I am running out of money for food. Other tasks are time-consuming and dangerous. After choosing among them, I think this letter delivery task is the most cost-effective.

If this task is not completed, the old man will have to starve to death.

Today, the old man finally discovered that this seemingly simple task had a huge obstacle.

He couldn't see the owner of this place at all.

Moreover, it seems that there are strong defenders silently guarding this place at night.

The old man with white beard recalled the terrifying experiences of his two "predecessors" at night and reaffirmed his choice.

"A smart hunter must learn from his mistakes, so it's right to avoid the night and wait here during the day."

The first two met with disaster the day after they delivered the letter, but he was still standing here and watching on the third day after he delivered the letter. How can this not be progress?

The gentleman old man, who had never thought of climbing over the wall in the middle of the night, shrank his neck, and when he remembered the time stipulated for the task, a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

"We still have to go in."

He swallowed, staring intently at the bustling shop. After a long moment, he reached out and touched his rumbling stomach: "I'm so hungry."

And the bread in this shop is really delicious.

"Old people can't go hungry," he convinced himself, "so it's only right to go in and explore, and eat some delicious bread while I'm there."

Not seeing the mysterious owner of the shop and being tormented by the wafting aroma of bread, the hungry old man successfully convinced himself that going in to eat bread was also a way to complete his task.

It's not that he is greedy.

"Welcome."

As soon as he entered the door, a neatly dressed salesperson walked towards him and asked: "Do you need me to recommend something to you?"

The old man with white beard touched his pocket and took out a copper coin from his dry pocket. He stared at the copper coin for a while, then looked up at the various fluffy and delicious breads around him.

The cash-strapped old man mustered up the courage to ask, "Excuse me, do you accept workers in exchange for bread?"

Merry: “Huh?”

Stealing a living?

She looked at the old man in tattered clothes and with a simple look in his eyes, and a trace of pity appeared in her eyes: "Is that so? Our store is indeed still recruiting employees recently. Please follow me first."

The old man successfully exchanged a copper coin for a big, delicious loaf of bread, and was also lucky enough to get a job opportunity.

"It's right here. The person in charge is not here recently, but the boss will be back around noon. Please wait here patiently for a while."

Meili solemnly warned: "Don't run around here, or you'll run into something terrible."

For example, you may be asked to write a hundred questionnaires, and each one must have a thousand-word draft with positive reviews.

“Hmm…”

The old man with a white beard who was wolfing down his food nodded repeatedly. His curly beard was covered with bread crumbs. He didn't even bother to tidy up his beard, but just focused on stuffing the bread into his mouth.

Delicious, how can it be so delicious?

He licked the grease off his fingers and held his comfortable belly with a happy look on his face.

If I could get a job here, who would care about that damn bounty mission?

The old man, whose heart suddenly changed, asked cautiously, "Can the employees here really eat whatever they want?"

Meili's eyes suddenly softened: "Of course, this is the most basic benefit."

Just eat whatever you want. Just eat whatever you want.

The old man with white beard was so excited that he was incoherent: "That's really, really great!"

Meili smiled and said, "It's really great, and our store owner is also very nice. If you work hard and have a positive attitude, you might be hired."

She said sincerely, "I wish you a good interview."

*

We take on missions to make money, and we make money to have enough food to eat. Now that we can have enough food to eat directly, why do we still take on missions?

The old man, who had successfully sorted out his logic, sat in the corridor and waited attentively.

What should I say when I meet my boss later?

I know a lot of light magic, I can cast forbidden magic instantly, I am a member of the church's Presbyterian Church, I can use magic to mop the floor and wash dishes at the same time, I can also kick my apprentice's butt and teach a lesson to the audacious evil monsters at the same time.

No, no, it will scare others.

The old man stroked his beard, his eyes lit up: "By the way, I can eat it!"

The extremely discerning mage said, "I can taste new products and give appropriate advice."

He said confidently, "Great, this will definitely pass the test!"

The old man looked around expectantly: "Why hasn't the boss come yet? I can't wait to show off my skills."

"Huh?"

He paused.

“Swish——”

In addition to the old man's own voice, another sound of wind suddenly appeared in this quiet building. A dark shadow flashed at the corner of the corridor and was instantly noticed by the battle-hardened wizard.

"What is that?"

The old man with white beard tried to shout: "Boss, I am here to apply for a job."

No response.

The surroundings were very quiet. The old man looked in the direction of the black shadow curiously. His strong strength always gave him the courage to do anything.

He stroked his beard, put his hands behind his back and approached, mumbling: "Hey, when the old man calls you, just answer quickly. You should take good care of his legs and feet."

His words did not stop the shadow.

As the white-bearded old man approached the corner, the black shadow quickly sank into the next corner and disappeared.

This indifferent attitude instantly aroused the taboo-level mage's desire to win.

The old man with white beard lowered his head, and a gentle breath washed over his side.

After the shadow passed him again, the old man looked up and whispered, "I told you to take better care of the old man."

A gust of wind that could not be caught by the eyes rushed to his legs, and the old body suddenly burst out with astonishing speed.

The white figure shuttled through the corridor at an astonishing speed. After a burst of afterimages, he instantly caught up with the black shadow that was as fast as the wind.

The old man laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I caught you!"

The white-bearded wizard, endowed with agility by magic, accurately caught the fleeing black shadow and pinned it tightly under his hands.

The black shadow was not big, only the size of a fist, and was actively trying to break free.

"Don't waste your energy. All these years of hard training by this old man are not in vain." The old man with white beard hummed proudly twice and continued: "Let me see what you are made of."

"This is?"

Turning his palm over, the old man with white beard came face to face with a square black object. He squeezed it a little harder and said, "It's soft."

The old man took a closer look and said, "It's really strange. It looks ordinary, but how can it run so fast?"

A creature I have never seen before.

The experienced old man smacked his lips. "I've learned a lot. Is it an alchemical item or a summoned creature? It doesn't look like it. Could it be some ancient creature passed down from ancient times?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the object in front of him suddenly moved, and its round pupils looked straight at the white-bearded old man, and its slender arms began to move around.

"It's useless." The old man shrank his palm and squeezed the strange square object tightly. He moved closer proudly and looked into those round eyes. "Nothing can escape from the palm of this old man's hand, and you are certainly no exception."

He said, "Don't struggle. Don't worry. After I understand what kind of creature you are, I will let you go."

The energetic old man opened his space ring and was about to put the strange creature in it when he heard a faint voice coming from the palm of his hand.

He loosened the restraints slightly, exposing the creature's mouth and whispering close to its ear, "What were you saying just now? My hearing isn't very good. Could you please say it again?"

Freed from its confinement by the foolish humans, the evil black sponge smiled, revealing two gleaming teeth, and began to sing: "Oh oh oh oh oh oh ~"

"Who's standing in that narrow little corridor?"

White-bearded old man: “?”

White-bearded old man: “!”

For a long time, the old wizard had been extremely confident in his abilities, but at the moment when the cheerful singing sounded, the old man with white beard felt out of control for the first time.

Everything is out of control.

The first thing to bear is the body.

He stubbornly resisted the urge to raise his hands and jump, forgetting to resist other parts of his body, so that when he opened his mouth to recite the spell, his mouth was completely out of control.

The white-bearded wizard twisted his mouth and sang loudly: "Sea, cotton, noisy, noisy!"

Old man: “…”

His mind was shaken, and his resistance was instantly suppressed by the devilish voice.

In the quiet corridor, an elderly man in his seventies suddenly moved his body, then lowered his right hand, raised his left hand, stood on tiptoe, and performed a ballet dance to the music.

Due to the powerful magic power, which has been feeding back into his body over the years, his physical fitness is extremely excellent. This white-haired old man can even perform two standard big jumps in a row after a standard big jump, and then he still has the energy to continue singing Sponge's song with full energy.

No, I can't be manipulated like this.

The white-bearded wizard's old face flushed with shame, and he pursed his lips with all his strength. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his legs began to move again, and he danced the swan dance in a tight rhythm.

Old man: Help.

The black sponge said passionately: "Sponge, make a noise!"

The final ending tone rose upwards, and after a burst of high-pitched singing, the final echo echoed in the corridor, the sound waves spread, and finally returned to silence.

I don’t know how long I danced for, but after the old man bent down to express his gratitude in the lingering sound, he was finally able to regain control of his body.

He took a deep breath and sat down on the ground: "It's over, it's finally over."

This is the first time I have encountered such a situation in my life.

“It’s horrible.”

What kind of creature is this?

God of Light, he had never been so embarrassed even when fighting ferocious monsters.

The old man with white beard rubbed his waist, feeling that his old bones were about to fall apart. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said: "I almost failed Guangming's trust."

"The Tower in the Wilderness hasn't been found yet, and we almost died here."

The old man turned his gaze towards the terrifying black sponge, which was lying not far away. It looked to have completely lost its vitality, but this did not allow the wizard to completely relax his vigilance.

The experienced mage commented, "It looks like there's a trigger mechanism. If it weren't triggered, the situation just now wouldn't have happened."

Sight, smell, or touch?

Don't act rashly before you understand the situation clearly.

"Snap, snap, snap."

Applause suddenly broke out in the empty corridor.

The white-bearded old man looked in the direction of the applause and saw a black figure walking out from the corner.

Black hair, black eyes, a very young looking lady.

Noticing the old man's puzzled gaze, she introduced herself, "Good day, sir. I am the owner of this shop."

The woman glanced at the chaotic scene and said in disbelief, "You really are still strong and healthy."

It’s the boss, the boss who provides meals all day long!

The old man stopped rubbing his waist, stood up, and maintained the aura of an elder. He said modestly: "I'm just good at exercise. It's not worth mentioning."

Chen Shuang nodded, walked over, picked up the black sponge, and tied its eyes with the cloth strips that had been prepared long ago.

She said, "This is a magic doll used for practicing dancing and singing. I hope I didn't scare you just now."

"No, no, how could that be?" The old man, who had been severely teased, quickly shook his hands and said with a forced compliment: "I just experienced a very childish time, how could it be a shock?"

"That's good," Chen Shuang put away the sponge and said, "So you are."

The old man with a white beard who was just wiping his sweat in embarrassment suddenly straightened up and said, "I'm here to apply for a job!"

The system made a "ding dong" sound.

You met a mysterious old man.

The old man, carrying a bright aura, is searching for a target. Perhaps it's Shop 147 in Iris Alley, or perhaps it's the untouched Wilderness Tower.

"I see."

The young and enthusiastic boss agreed: "You are hired."

*

Shen Shuang has been investigating the Wilson family recently.

The orcs who were sent here in the name of the person in charge were intercepted when they were almost halfway along the journey, without even a reason being given. In addition, the owner of the tavern, Rick, had been in hiding for several days and had not appeared until now.

Discovered.

Although the tavern still maintained its superficial operation, the news of its breach had already leaked out, and it also aroused the Wilson family's fear.

That invitation letter might be a challenge between the nobles.

besides……

Thanks to the magical power of the black sponge, she actually saw the little statue revive at night.

The statue that was often placed on the corner of the table danced in a daze under the influence of the sponge power until the effect dissipated. In the last lingering sound of the song, he finally regained consciousness.

"I'm back again?"

His dazed gaze was fixed on the priest in front of him, a smile appeared on his face, and he took a step forward, but as soon as he moved, he noticed something was wrong.

He lowered his head and saw the layers of skirts.

skirt.

Wide skirt.

The wide skirt on me.

The god suddenly looked up at the human priest, and successfully extracted a hint of excitement from her unchanged expression.

God: It seems like something is broken.

God smiled: It’s me.

The special mechanism of the sponge allows him to wake up briefly, but in this way, he is mostly in a state of being manipulated and performing. Only when the power of the sponge dissipates can he regain consciousness and truly control his body.

But there is a clear drawback to this.

After the sponge power dissipates, He will return to His sleeping body.

With the last remnants of her strength, the god lifted her skirt and ran towards the black-haired priest.

There were too many words to express, and in this extremely short time, God could only compress all his words into one: "My priest..."

He uttered the proverb: "He who makes gods dies in the book in which they make them."

"in addition……"

The small statue ran to the table, then looked the priest in the eye, his eyes silent.

God smiled and said, "Long time no see."

The black-haired human priest raised his hand slightly, straightened the clothes of the revived statue, lowered his eyes and said, "Long time no see..."

She softened her voice, the words lingering between her lips: "...Ypres."

God paused, the rumbling heartbeat vibrating like a drum in His stone chest. He took a breath, lowered his head and smiled.

Feeling his consciousness gradually slipping away, he looked up and said, "Think of me, my priest."

"because……"

God confessed, “I will miss you.”

"I really do."