My bloodline is so eager to improve.

Even if they were captured and enslaved, they would have no room for argument.

Looking at the identification documents that Lance had already prepared, Otto was at a loss for words.

“I will send money back.”

The villagers raised Otto, and he always felt he had to give back.

But Lance was not moved by these words; instead, he looked disgusted.

"What are you sending money for?"

When you get to a big city, you'll have many more places to spend money.

Let me tell you, if you have money, go to a brothel and order a few strong girls to have some fun for the night.

Of course, you're quite handsome, young man. You might even be able to seduce the daughters of noble families and wealthy merchants!

Or go to a tavern and flirt with the dancers or bards.

You're still young; you don't know what those bards looked like in bed. That's something else entirely.

Before Lance could finish speaking, the frying pan was thrown at him again.

This time there were even hammers and daggers!

But Lance didn't sit idly by; he rolled over on the spot and dodged the 'attack'.

"A bunch of old guys, can't you see I'm passing on valuable practical experience to Otto?"

Have you forgotten who the village chief is?

Lance rolled up his sleeves, grumbling, and walked into the shadows, seemingly intending to have a good chat with the old folks.

As for Otto, he could only sigh helplessly.

When the elderly people in the village get excited, they can be even more energetic than the young people, so he doesn't join in the fun.

With that in mind, Otto immediately continued to examine the pocket.

Otto didn't know what kind of animal skin the pocket was made of.

Although it looks worn out, it is incredibly sturdy.

Otto curiously tried to tear at it, but he couldn't break the structure of the pocket at all.

It's important to know that Otto's current strength is at its peak, far exceeding that of an average man.

Even so, it didn't damage the bag in the slightest.

Otto figured that the cost of making this bag alone was no small sum.

Besides the bag, Otto also found the items Lance had just mentioned, some first-aid medicines, and a belt.

This specially made belt has many small pockets attached, which look like it can hold a lot of trinkets.

Clearly, this was a gift from Lance and his team.

Otto knew that the old people must have realized his thoughts during the years he had been acting to boost his attributes, which was why they had prepared so many things.

Putting everything else aside, this exquisite iron sword alone cannot be prepared in a short period of time.

"I thought Zane only knew how to fix hoes and shovels."

Otto muttered to himself as he prepared to sheath his iron sword.

But at that moment, by the light of the fire, Otto seemed to see some kind of mark branded on the sword.

It was like a semicircle formed by a bent willow branch, winding around the iron hammer.

"What kind of mark is this?"

Otto had never seen Zane use a similar mark before, but since it was added by the village blacksmith, it must be some kind of symbol used to pray for himself.

Without giving it much thought, Otto immediately sheathed his iron sword and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, took his belongings and went back first.

As night fell and the campfire died down, plunging the village into silence, Otto packed his belongings and left the hut, preparing to head to town.

Otto wasn't good at saying goodbye. He didn't want everyone to linger too long because of him, and he didn't know what to say when he said goodbye, so he simply chose to leave when everyone was resting.

As for the brown bear, its pelt alone is worth quite a bit of money, so I'll just consider it a small token of my gratitude to the village.

But just as Otto walked alone to the village entrance, he was surprised to find that Lance seemed to have sensed his thoughts and was already waiting at the village entrance.

Chapter Four: Instructions and Strange Shadows

The old man combed his beard and greeted Otto.

"Hehe, didn't expect that, did you?"

Clearly, Lance, as a former adventurer, had keenly sensed Otto's thoughts, which is why he had been waiting here for so long.

Otto was about to say something, but Lance simply tossed him a package.

Otto instinctively took it, but when he opened the package, he found it contained the pelt of the one-eyed bear.

"A few bones alone won't make the Adventurers' Guild back down."

The weather is getting cooler; Roxanne has turned this bearskin into a coat, so you can wear it.

Clearly, even during the banquet, everyone was still busy working for Otto.

Looking at the warm bearskin coat in his hands, Otto wanted to say something more, but Lance put his arm around his shoulder and led him little by little into the gradually forming night fog.

Like any elder facing a child going on a long journey, even now, Lance is still reminding Otto of some things to be careful about.

"The Adventurers' Guild is a place where fists speak louder than words, so don't let your spirit be diminished."

No matter how you perform, there will always be older people who ridicule newcomers like you.

At worst, I'll just have a fight and then spend a few nights in jail.

Adventurers don't fuss over such trivial matters.

Aaron and I only became acquainted after we got into several fights in a pub back then.

Rather than engaging in lively chatter, adventurers believe more in the rule of "no fight, no friendship."

Whether we can win is one question; whether we should even fight is another.

Lance's flippant words immediately made Otto understand why the old men in the village always liked to use frying pans and hammers as projectiles to ambush Lance.

"I understand, I'll be careful."

Although Otto intended to develop his skills secretly as much as possible, it didn't mean he would swallow his anger.

Since adventurers prefer physical combat, he is naturally willing to oblige.

This is a good opportunity for him to gain some practical experience.

After all, the villagers are all nice people and rarely fight each other.

Just as Otto was pondering this, Lance gave him a push from behind.

"Alright, it's time for you to set off. I'll leave you here."

Oh, and remember to register a clergyman with the Adventurers' Guild to reside in the village.

Ideally, he should be a priest of the goddess of harvest.

The village church has been idle for far too long.

After Lance finished speaking, he immediately turned and went back into the night fog.

Seeing the other person's figure appear and disappear, Otto simply waved his hand, then resolutely turned around and ran towards the town.

He didn't want to stay in the village his whole life; he wanted to see his limits and what level his bloodline imprint could reach.

He had to leave the village; it was too comfortable there.

Based on previous experience, it takes about two days to reach Oak Town, including an overnight rest along the way.

However, Otto has now collected all six bloodline marks, and he wants to test his limits.

With that thought in mind, Otto took even bigger steps.

And just like that, time flew by, and the next day arrived.

The young soldiers guarding the city, wrapped in cloaks, huddled inside the arrow towers all night.

The nights in late autumn are always cold and gloomy. The charcoal in the brazier had gone out, and the two young soldiers gradually woke up because of the cold.

The veterans were very experienced and always calculated the amount of charcoal needed with absolute precision. The charcoal fire would be completely extinguished when it was just getting light, at which point they would have to wake up whether they wanted to or not.

As the young soldier wiped the dew from the edge of his helmet, he vaguely heard footsteps coming from outside the city.

The footsteps were heavy, as if someone was carrying a heavy load on a long journey.

But before the young soldier could even peek out, the old soldier next to him kicked his boot and said in a hoarse voice.

"It's time to open the city gates; adventurers and merchants are waiting inside."

Upon hearing the veteran's order, the two young soldiers immediately descended from the arrow tower, went to the city gate, and worked together to turn the winch.

The iron chains rattled as the bronze-clad oak city gate slowly slid open.

The morning mist rushed in almost immediately, carrying the scent of pine resin and damp earth, as cool as the breath of a dead man!

But as soon as the two opened the city gate, they noticed something was wrong.

A figure is running towards us through the fog!

The person ran out from the depths of the gray fog.

Although the speed was extremely fast, every step was taken very steadily.

It wasn't until he emerged from the fog that the young soldier realized the man was actually wrapped in a bearskin!

The one-eyed bear's head rested on his left shoulder, its empty eye sockets still filled with dew, clearly indicating that it had traveled a long way!

When the man approached the young soldier, the soldier was so frightened that he almost dropped his spear.

As the man in front of him approached, he was enveloped in a kind of white heat!

Combined with that ferocious bearskin coat, he looked like some kind of ferocious beast was charging towards him!

The man stopped in front of the young soldier and slowly took out his identification card.

"I am Otto from Lot Village, and I plan to register at the Adventurers' Guild in town."

As Otto spoke, he produced his identification document, a parchment scroll.

It has a Lance wax seal on it, making it very difficult to counterfeit.

Upon hearing this, the young soldiers immediately began their inspection.

However, while conducting the inspection, his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Otto.

Although the man in front of me had a calm expression, he exuded an unparalleled sense of oppression.

For a moment, the young soldier even thought he was facing a giant brown bear!

"Yes, that's fine."

"Go inside."

The young soldier swallowed hard and quickly stepped aside to make way.

Seeing this, Otto simply nodded and immediately went into the city.

With the completion of his bloodline mark and the increase in his strength, Otto was surprised to find that his physical strength, endurance and recovery ability had improved significantly, and he reached the vicinity of the town in just one night.

The fog quickly closed again, swallowing Otto's figure deep into the street.

Only at this moment did the young soldier realize that he seemed to have been holding his breath the whole time, and only after Otto's figure disappeared did he feel relieved.

The veteran who was adjusting his helmet on the side was used to it.

"Young man, is this the first time you've seen an adventurer like that?"

Upon hearing this, the young soldier quickly nodded.

"That's really scary."

The young soldiers had encountered adventurers before, after all, there was an Adventurers' Guild in the town.

But this is the first time I've seen someone with Otto's kind of charisma.