Dedicate the Brave to This Wonderful World!

but now……

Jenov subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lips greedily.

He looked at the inscription of the letter - Balfe Lee.

"Balph Lee... If it is you, it is indeed possible to study how to transplant the ability of the shepherd."

But, very strange.

Jenov fell into deep thought.

Why was Balf Lee telling him this?And also through the shadow owl to inform.

Although Genov and Balfe met several times, their relationship was not so good!

He hesitated for a moment, but after all, he couldn't resist the temptation of the herdsman gene.

After going to the boss's office to ask for a leave of absence, Zenov rushed to the wicked forest overnight!

……

……

The celebration ended in a hilarious atmosphere.

Wu Yang had never drank alcohol before, but this time, he drank it.Facing the extremely high mushroom people and the garrison, Wu Yang and Ibel drank fruit wine in large glasses, held hands with the mushroom people, and danced around the bonfire.

There are people who don't drink.

Apart from the hapless warriors who were on duty, the "purifiers" of the cult management office did not drink.

After the news of Balf's arrest came out, the purifiers stationed in the town of Prairie immediately rushed to take over Balf, and they would escort Balf to the cult management center in Axel for trial.

Purifier, the executive team of the cult management office.

In the early morning of the next day, Wu Yang, Iber and the Purifiers went on the road together.

Originally, this kind of escort mission is strictly forbidden to follow by other people.

It's just that Wu Yang and Ibel are Balfe's first contacts, and the Axel Cult Management Office will definitely ask them to make a transcript, and the purifier head will set out with them.

Ibel frowned, "Wu Yang... can't we go by ourselves? Why do we have to follow them."

"Stupid or not?"

Wu Yang raised four fingers.

"Let's rent a carriage back by ourselves. It's [-] a day and [-] in four days! I've saved you [-] Alice now. What's your dissatisfaction?"

Ibel rolled his eyes and looked at him, "Why can you be so shabby in front of a beautiful girl? Ordinary gentlemen in front of me would often show off a few sweaty BMWs from the East Country, showing their hands from time to time. The big gem ring on him, I just want to throw his gold bank book in my face and let me see how rich he is! Why are you so poor?"

"Because they want to fuck you, I don't want to."

"...You! Vulgar!" Ibel turned his head blushing, "I ignore you!"

Iber felt uncomfortable, of course.

Wu Yang is actually not very comfortable.

The purifiers are too dull, there is no light in their eyes, no expression on their faces, and their bodies exude a dead silence like a cemetery.

But at the thought of saving 4 yuan, Wu Yang still gritted his teeth and followed them.

The cult management center is a special institution. Unlike the gendarmerie, the people targeted by the cult are those who are not allowed to live in the world, and those who are arrested by the purifying are those who will die.

In other words, the purifiers are confronted with cornered, deranged gangsters.

The maddened gangster is already terrible. If the maddened gangster is cornered, what will he do?

Of course, a desperate counterattack!

In this way, the pressure of the purifier profession is obvious. They basically treat every day as the last day of their adult life, especially when they are on a mission.

If the group of black-robed purifiers around him knew that Wu Yang was crying and grabbing the ground even as an adventurer, they might lose control of their emotions, and they would hang up this ignorant bastard and beat him up!

The Central Land obviously also knows the pressure the purifiers face. In addition to giving them the highest wages and the best treatment, they also have the strictest controls—

It's not okay to not manage it strictly.

Those who face the deepest malice are the most maddened.

In order to prevent the mental breakdown of the purifiers, a series of strict regulations, including "abstaining from smoking, drinking alcohol, and lust", are instructed. Every once in a while, all purifiers must undergo ideological education and spiritual examination.

Therefore, the Purifiers are generally taciturn and generally lifeless.

However, it cannot be denied that "purifiers" are an honorable profession; they are a group of great devotees who maintain social stability and prevent the spread of chaos.

The road was extremely smooth. Every time they arrived at a station, they changed to the fastest mounts. Only at noon on the next day, Wu Yang followed the army to the "Imperial Forest".

The purifier looked at the sun hanging overhead, then looked around at the flat terrain, and shouted back, "Everyone rest for half an hour, let's all have lunch!"

Balfe stood in the prison van, opened his eyes and looked around.

There is a "meter"-shaped mark on the granite not far away.

He saw the mark and smiled slightly.

# 023 Compete with me

Cook rice in a pot.

Purifiers chase cultists, often searching for days in remote mountains and forests, and they go camping more often than Wu Yang goes out.

After a while, the aroma of rice and grilled meat came out.

This squad consisted of five Purifiers, a ten-man Axel garrison squad, plus Wu Yang, Iber and Balf.

Altogether eighteen people.

Due to the special nature of the work, in order to prevent the cultists from taking revenge on the purifier and the purifier's family, the purifier never shows his real name, and his face is always covered with a black mask, only showing a pair of eyes. .

Wu Yang only knew the code name of their leading character "Serval", and nothing else.

This is a very silent friend.

Ibel looked at the "rice"-shaped mark on the granite not far away for a long, long time.

After a long time, Wu Yang felt abnormal.

He turned his head and asked, "What are you looking at? Flowers are blooming on the stone?"

"No... I always feel that the mark is very special, as if I have seen it somewhere." Ibel frowned while pressing the side of his head, "But when I think about it, my head hurts..."

"Huh - you must have had some tragic experience, suffered some mental trauma, which led to amnesia, right?"

"How is that possible! I have been smooth sailing since I was a child!"

Ibel paused for a while, and suddenly looked at Wu Yang viciously.

"Before I met you, everything was smooth sailing!"

Wu Yang spread his hands, "This world is really too kind to you."

"...you go away! I ignore you!"

When Ibel mentioned this, Wu Yang also felt that the mark of rice characters on the granite was very special - the gestures were neat and symmetrical, and it was not like graffiti, as if someone drew it carefully.

While thinking wildly, Serval suddenly stood in front of Wu Yang without saying a word.

Wu Yang was stunned for a moment, then stood up, "Lord Serval, do you have anything to ask me?"

"I'm fine, that cultist has something to do." Serval raised the food bowl in his hand, "The cultist Balf refused to eat, and he asked you to come over by name, saying he had something to tell you."

Wu Yang quickly distanced himself from Balfe, "I have nothing to say to him! Lord Serval, I am at odds with this filthy, hateful cultist! This bastard doesn't like to eat, so let him starve! What's the matter? Treat yourself as a grandfather!"

There was a little smile in Serval's voice, "Your Excellency Wu Yang, please rest assured that we will not wrong any good person. My task is to escort him to Axel safely, he is not cooperating now... I am a little bit Difficult."

"Okay, then I'll have a word with him. Serval-sama, please come with me."

The two walked to the prison van.

Wu Yang looked at Balf cautiously and asked, "What are you looking for from me?"

Balfe laughed, his mental state was not bad, "It's nothing major, the old man is playful and wants to compare with you."

"Better than what?"

"Better than the brain." Balfe gave an unfathomable smile, and he continued, "Wu Yang, the organization of the cult management center has not yet spread to the county and town, generally only in the city. If I am in the Moon Yin Wetland After being arrested, the Purifiers will escort me to Axel for trial. There are two official routes from the Moony Wetlands to Axel, one is fast and safe, the other is old and dangerous... What do you think, Purification Which official path will the reader choose?"

Wu Yang glanced at Serval, then looked around again, and had an ominous premonition in his heart!

Balfe continued: "Three types of mounts are provided at the station along the way. One is the most common horse, the other is a lizard that is good at pulling heavy carts, and the last is a domesticated beast that emphasizes speed and can reach a top speed of 80 kilometers per hour... What do you think? Escorting a cultist like me, what mount will the Purifier choose?"

He finally looked at Wu Yang, "You, do you understand what I want to say?"

Under the scorching sun, cold sweat broke out on Wu Yang's forehead!

He looked at Balf and said with difficulty: "The path can be inferred, the speed of the team's travel can be inferred, then the location of the team's stop can be roughly inferred..."

"Yes, clever."

Balfe looked around.

"The place where we are now is a high place with a very wide field of vision. If there are monsters or gangsters attacking, you can also rely on the terrain to defend. If I were the leader of this team, I would also choose to rest and eat here!"

Balf's eyes suddenly shot out!

His frantic face definitely doesn't look like an old man who has been imprisoned for nearly three days!

"Come out! My pets!"

"Whoosh-!!!"

A continuous roar suddenly sounded!

Countless dead gray walking corpses suddenly crawled out of the wicked forest not far away!

They have rotten muscles hanging from their bodies, but they run like a pack of ferocious wolves, and they run to the front of the team before the blink of an eye!

"Damn cultists! All on alert—!"

The serval roared, and everyone drew their weapons!

Five purifiers held holy silver rapiers and surrounded the prison cart in the center; ten garrison soldiers held standard iron swords and quickly ran to the purifier's side.