"Eighteen orens, thirty-seven copper coins."

"Damn, what poor bastards, they spent all their money on drinking and visiting brothels."

Wayne counted the bloody Oren coins in his hand, snorted with disdain, then wiped the blood and stuffed them all into his purse.

After the battle, he searched through more than a dozen corpses on the ground, but only found a small amount of money on these guys, most of which was from the fat man. He felt very depressed.

Such a small amount of stolen money is not worthy of the foundation of a gang, and it is not much better than those farmers.

Thinking about the demon dust bomb he had thrown out, he even felt like he had lost money.

Fortunately, although there was not much money, other things on the farm still gave him a surprise. After searching, Wayne found that in addition to his stolen mount Lucifer, there were two tied horses in the stable.

Even though it's just a fairly common item, if I sell it I should be able to fetch a few hundred orens, so I finally feel like my efforts have not been in vain.

Wayne put away his trophy, smacked his lips, and walked a few steps to the wild boar.

He pulled out the meteorite dagger that Vesemir had given him, and according to his memory of killing a pig, he quickly cut the wild boar's throat and arteries. Then, after the blood had drained, he used a knife to cut open the wild boar's belly and took out the internal organs, intestines, and other offal.

He was very skillful, and in just over ten minutes he had cut the wild boar into various ingredients.

After all, it is such a big game. It would be a pity to leave it alone, and it would be shameful to waste it. With such good cooking skills, these ingredients are enough for him to make many delicious dishes.

After dealing with the wild boar, Wayne put away the meteorite dagger and walked into the farmhouse.

At this time, the remaining members of the Wild Dog Gang had already fled and no one knew where the few surviving vicious dogs had gone. Only some personal belongings were left in the farmhouse, waiting for him to search.

After a search, Wayne found the property hidden by the gang members on the first floor of the farmhouse. There were about forty orens and several gold and silver jewelry. They were hidden quite secretly and might be the savings of those guys.

When he went up to the second floor, he immediately saw a room that was decorated rather luxuriously. There were some exquisite decorations placed elegantly on the walls and tables, and there was also a king-size solid wooden bed in the middle of the room.

Judging from the layout, this is probably the room of the fat man riding a wild boar.

Seeing this, Wayne immediately perked up.

However, before he could make a move, the demon hunter's keen senses told him that there was a living being somewhere in the room, and the faint sound of breathing and heartbeat came faintly into his ears.

He followed the faint sound and found that it came from a wooden door hidden inside a wooden wardrobe, and it was a locked door.

Wayne thought about it and did not open the door immediately. Instead, he chose to continue searching the room for valuables.

He guessed that the person in the private space behind the wardrobe was not an enemy, but a poor guy imprisoned by the fat man.

After all, the enemy would not lock himself in a secret room. Since he has been locked up for so long, he probably wouldn't mind being locked up for a while longer.

After a search, the results were pretty good. In addition to property worth hundreds of orens, Wayne also found a metal box in the secret space at the head of the bed through the slight vibration of the Wolf School badge.

When the iron box was opened, there was a staff that looked like a dead branch, a book that seemed to be hand-copied, and a strange ornament that looked like an eyeball held by an eagle's claw.

Wayne did not rashly touch the two objects that looked like magic items, but picked up the book that had no magical response and started reading.

There was no title of the book, and the handwriting was sloppy, like a dog's crawling font, but the content of the book quickly attracted his attention.

This is a book that records how to tame animals. It not only contains methods and experiences on how to tame vicious dogs, horses, and other wild beasts, but also records some herbal recipes, materials and steps for some magic rituals. It is quite interesting.

It seems that it should be the leader of the Wild Dog Gang. He got the method of taming animals from somewhere and wrote it down himself.

As for the whereabouts of the druid, Wayne couldn't help but think of the living creature locked in the secret room behind the cabinet.

So, Wayne stuffed the book that recorded his experience in animal taming into his arms. As for the two magic items, he did not take them away. Instead, he placed the metal box in a conspicuous position on the bed. Then he got up and walked to the wooden cabinet, opened the door, revealing the locked wooden door inside.

Wayne didn't have the key to the wooden door, but it didn't matter. After looking through the crack in the door and confirming that there was no living creature behind it, he simply raised his hand and cast the Alder Seal, shattering the wooden door into pieces.

Behind the wooden door is a small space where some food is stored and there is a wooden ladder leading to the attic.

Wayne no longer hesitated, turned around and found an oil lamp from the room, put on a layer of Quinn shield on himself, and carefully climbed up the stairs.

Before I even reached the attic, I could smell the foul smell of feces and urine coming from above the attic.

The space in the attic was quite small. Under the pressure of the roofs on both sides, only a triangular space was left. In this small space, there was not only a simple straw mat and a torn quilt for sleeping, but also a figure huddled in the corner, locked with an iron chain.

He had white hair, a hunched figure, an old face, and was wearing a shabby dark brown linen gown. As if to prevent him from speaking, a metal mask was put on his mouth and locked with an iron lock.

By the light of the oil lamp, Wayne recognized that he was an old man in his fifties or sixties. However, perhaps due to the long-term imprisonment, the old man had health problems and looked quite weak.

After seeing Wayne holding the oil lamp, the old man seemed to come to life all of a sudden. He stared with bloodshot eyes and made a whimpering sound from the iron mask. He looked at Wayne with a pleading look in his eyes.

Wayne's expression did not change. He observed the iron mask on the old man's head and the thick iron chain, and confirmed that he could not open it, so he said, "Don't worry, old man."

"I am a demon hunter, and I have killed all the bandits here."

"You are saved now. I will find a way to get you out."

Wayne put the oil lamp on the ground to keep the light in the attic and to relieve the old man from his nervousness. Then he continued, "I'm going to look for the key downstairs. Otherwise, I can't rescue you from the chains without hurting you."

He looked into the old man's eyes and asked word by word: "In the meantime, can you wait here quietly?"

Although it was unknown how long he had been imprisoned, the old man seemed to be able to maintain a good level of rationality. After listening to Wayne's words, the old man regained some calmness, the bloodshot in his eyes faded a lot, and he became quite peaceful.

He looked at Wayne and nodded heavily. Without any more violent movements, he sat quietly on the straw mat, which was probably used for sleeping, and waited quietly.

Seeing this, Wayne became more and more certain that this old man must be a druid who believed in nature. Otherwise, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to be so calm after being locked up for so long and having hope of getting out.

After communicating with the old man, Wayne quickly climbed down the stairs and searched the farmhouse for the key to open the chain.

After searching for a long time, they finally found it on the fat man's body. It was hidden quite secretly, directly stuffed into the secret pocket of his coat. If Wayne didn't have a clear goal, he would not have noticed this detail at all.

After he returned to the attic and untied the chains and mask from the old man.

The first thing the old man did was to raise his trembling right hand, press it on his chest, chant a spell, and use a spell that emitted green light to heal himself.

A few minutes later, when the light faded and the old man's spirits recovered a little, he said in a very hoarse and weak voice:

"Thank you for saving me, demon hunter. My name is Cairnster, and I'm a druid."

"I have been trapped in this chain doped with stunmetal for too long. I am very weak now. Can you give me some food?"

(Thank you for the reward from Hanshusheying.) (End of this chapter)