At the campfire where Eugene's Chamber of Commerce team was, the six young adventurers who had survived by chance were so excited that they could hardly sleep.
Compared to the group of ferocious Holy Light Blood Armor monsters in the Blood Crystal Mine, the group of soldiers who forcibly detained them here looked much cuter.
If anything had gone wrong tonight, they might have been killed without a burial place.
But now that they were sitting alive in front of the campfire, they felt that this was the perfect start to their adventure.
"When I return from my adventure, I can write in my autobiography, 'When we joined the Golden Crocodile Caravan, we all thought it was just an ordinary adventure, but in fact, the gears of fate had already quietly turned the moment we entered this caravan..."
The one who excitedly shared his vision of the future with his companions was the blond boy Oak. While he was dancing and describing his dream of becoming a bard, he kept glancing at the "big" sister with long burgundy hair beside him.
When Monica made the slightest movement, he quickly looked away.
This time, when he turned around, he happened to see Mark carrying a big man.
"Hey! By the Holy Light, that kid is still alive!"
Oak's cry woke up the people in the golden crocodile caravan, but most of them just lay back on the ground and continued to sleep indifferently.
Only a few people gathered together and muttered to each other.
As Mark passed by them, he faintly heard someone say, "Huh, this idiot actually came back intact! If there wasn't one less person on the slope defense line, Shrell wouldn't have had his leg torn off by the monster..."
"Idiot? I'm not stupid. Look who he's carrying. He saved a clergyman from the Church of Holy Light. Now he won't have to struggle on the business road like us every day!"
"Tsk, you really think highly of him. Maybe that priest was seriously injured because of him. Who knows, the church will punish him!"
These discussions were not worthy of Mark's attention.
As soon as Mark put the unconscious Kyle next to the campfire, the blond boy Oak jumped over.
His thin leather armor was still stained with half-cleaned blood crystal fragments, and his fingers trembled with excitement. "You actually fought your way back from those glowing monsters! The mine was exploding like a furnace of holy light... How did you do it?"
Compared to the charming older sister, the legendary experience of escaping from the monster is obviously more likely to arouse the boy's interest.
Not only the lively Oak, but also the other teenagers came over with eager faces.
"I was just lucky enough to hide in a crack. Those holy light monsters didn't catch up with me, and they were all killed in the explosion. Naturally, I came back alive." Mark blocked a breathable space for Kyle and said to Kyle, "Well, I also picked up a priest."
Mark is not a young man who likes to show off, so he naturally won't tell these people that he killed many monsters and even defeated the final boss by himself.
But even with that said, these young men who had just changed jobs were still very serious about asking for advice:
"Wow! Are you so lucky? This is the kind of treatment only the protagonist in a travelogue would get! So, how did you discover the crack, Mark? Did you guess its existence from the beginning? Is this your experience as an adventurer, or is it just an adventurer's intuition?"
"Stop, hold on." Mark, with a frown on his face, stopped Oak, who was like a group of puppies, and said, "Don't you see there's a seriously injured and unconscious patient here? Do you have any recovery potion? Give me a bottle!"
"Ah! Yes, I have it!" Oak hurriedly took out the recovery potion from his waist bag and handed it to Mark.
"Thank you!" Mark took some water from the carriage that held his luggage and painfully washed all the gravel and dust off his fingers. Then he took the potion from Oak and drank it in one gulp. "By the way, how much is this potion?"
"Uh, you... 1 gold." Oak and his companions looked at Mark in surprise. "Didn't you say you wanted to give it to this Paladin?"
Feeling the strange sensation of his fingers being regenerated by the healing potion, Mark spread his hands and explained:
"Who said we should give it to him? He has such a strong physique, and he's a clergyman. When the people from the Holy Light Church arrive, a single Holy Light spell will make him jump around. Wouldn't it be a waste to give him this one-gold potion?"
He did not lie to these young people. Compared to when he was at the bottom of the mine, Kyle's breathing was now much smoother and longer. It was obvious that his strong physique was repairing his body.
Even if no one from the Church of Holy Light came to rescue him, as long as his energy supply was guaranteed, he would probably wake up within two days.
After giving Oak a gold coin and sending away a few young people with a few words, Mark sat down in the seat Monica had made for him.
"What happened down there? Why did it explode?"
Compared to when the appraisal was just completed, Monica's magic power has recovered a lot, and her mental state is obviously better. Her originally indifferent expression is now full of curiosity.
"Didn't I just say..."
Hearing that Mark wanted to fool people, Monica looked at him as if he were a fool.
"Well, the one below is the bishop of the Stone Hammer Town Cathedral. He was blown up by his own holy light!" Mark knew that Monica had become his exclusive appraiser, and there would be very few secrets he could keep in front of her in the future.
Fortunately, she couldn't identify certain specific information in the personal panel, otherwise what would be the difference between her and standing naked in front of her?
"The bishop of the Stone Hammer Cathedral?" Monica nodded thoughtfully. "That's right. Otherwise, the Stone Hammer guards wouldn't have helped him seal the mine, and they wouldn't have even tried to trick us into entering."
"What do you mean? Do you know more inside information?"
"It's not really an inside story. Everyone in Stonehammer knows that the Lord of Stonehammer, Spencer Canberra, is Bishop Stan's younger brother."
"Fuck!" Mark exclaimed. He had just beaten his brother and now his younger brother was blocking the door?
Seeing the expression on Mark's face, Monica couldn't help but smirk and said, "Why, are you scared?"
"Well, this isn't a question of being afraid or not. This is a dead end. I thought these people didn't kill people directly outside the mine because they had some concerns. Turns out they're waiting for the real boss to come out. Let's pack up and get ready to run!"
Mark was extremely grateful that he had not told those heavily armored soldiers that Lao Deng was dead, otherwise he would have been skinned alive on the spot as a sacrifice.
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