Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

Fernando decided to split the convoy into two groups.

Some of the wagons carrying ordinary goods and passengers remained where they were, waiting for the trade route to open.

The other group, led by him personally, loaded valuable goods and took a more dangerous "shortcut."

Fernando's rough fingers kept gesturing the name on the parchment.

His redesigned route led to a vast wilderness.

That road used to be a trade route, but it was gradually abandoned because barbarians and high-level monsters occasionally appeared there, making it much more dangerous.

This decision caused many adventurers, including the caravan's guards, to hesitate.

But a generous reward will surely attract brave men, and Fernando offered an extra reward, which barely managed to appease the caravan's guards.

Meanwhile, some adventurers who were confident in their abilities also chose to join.

If you don't take risks, can you still be called an adventurer?

"Mr. Luke, although this is not quite in line with the original plan..."

Fernando walked over to Luca, rubbed his hands together, and said earnestly:

"If you are willing to follow us on this path, I will pay you a very generous reward."

Spending ten days or half a month here is something Luke, who is not lacking in patience, could afford to wait.

But the dream he had last night made him change his mind.

The vast black mist in the dark hall, along with those eerie eyes, gave him a sense of oppression that felt like thorns in his back.

Although the black marks on my hands returned to normal after the heat was applied, just like they had a few days ago.

But it's like a time bomb that could explode at any moment, and the outcome after it explodes is uncertain.

Seeing that Luke was still pondering, Fernando continued:

"Although this road is a bit dangerous, I've traveled it before. Besides, it's not far from Ryan City, so there shouldn't be any particularly powerful monsters here."

Seeing the expectant look in the other person's eyes, Luke nodded in agreement.

This also allowed Fernando to breathe a sigh of relief.

There were quite a few adventurers who joined him on this detour, and the addition of Luca, a professional, gave him a lot more confidence.

The young couple traveling with them, Saïd and Lily, chose to stay.

For this unarmed young couple, this was indeed the right decision.

"Take care on your journey, Mr. Luke. If you have the chance, you are welcome to visit me at Old John's Herbalist Shop in the south of Lane City. Although I am just a herbalist apprentice, I can still treat you to a drink."

The Said couple said goodbye to Luke, and before leaving, they gave him a bag of food they had brought from their hometown.

To Luca's surprise, Veronica, the quiet red-haired woman who had always hidden herself in her large hood, chose to take a detour with the caravan.

With the personnel already determined, Fernando, the person in charge, no longer wasted any more time.

After all supplies were prepared, the convoy set off at noon, embarking on the planned new route.

After walking for an afternoon, the scenery gradually shed the traces of human civilization and became more like the style of wilderness.

Completely different from the previous flat trade route, what came into view was withered grass taller than a person and jagged rocks.

After nightfall, the convoy set up camp in a sheltered depression.

Because of the unique nature of this route, everyone was on high alert.

Fernando dared not be careless, so he doubled the number of people on watch and added the adventurers who had accompanied him on the journey.

Luca now has an employer-employee relationship with the team, although Fernando has repeatedly stated that this is unnecessary and that he only needs to lend a helping hand when the team is in danger.

But Luke decided to join the Night's Watch anyway.

After all, he was offered a considerable reward, so he had to do his best.

At midnight, after relieving the guards from the previous watch, Luke sat by the campfire and began polishing his half-sword.

Despite the blazing sun, the night wind in the wilderness carried a chilling cold.

Around the campfire sat several adventurers who were keeping watch together.

"Damn, why is it so cold out here in the wild?"

The young adventurer moved closer to the campfire and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"Kid, are you just too weak? Did that blonde chick drain you dry last night in the village?"

"Bullshit! I'm as mighty as a half-orc! That woman was begging for mercy all night!"

The young adventurer stiffened his neck and patted his chest.

The middle-aged guard who had been teasing him lowered his voice and whispered to him:

"It doesn't matter if you're weak. I have a secret recipe that I bought from a bard. After using it, I guarantee you'll be as strong as an orc."

The young adventurer initially appeared dismissive, then lowered his head with a hint of doubt and asked:

"Really?"

"Pfft... Hahahaha!"

The middle-aged guard's face turned bright red, and he could no longer suppress his laughter.

The people around him realized that the young adventurer had been tricked, and they all burst into laughter.

Luke sat to one side, his eyes occasionally sweeping over the dense, withered grass in the distance.

The night was eerily quiet.

Normally, the night in the wilderness should be filled with the chirping of various insects, or the subtle sounds of small animals appearing and disappearing.

But right now, apart from the voices of the night watchmen, the whole world seemed to be in a deathly silence.

"Where's Lal? Isn't he supposed to be on night watch at this time? Hasn't he gotten up yet?"

"He just said he was going to pee..."

Luke wasn't the only one who noticed the unusual atmosphere of the night.

Adventurers who can survive in the wild year-round possess, to varying degrees, a level of perception beyond that of ordinary people.

Upon learning that an adventurer had been missing for almost half an hour, everyone became alert.

After a careful search, the two watchmen found Ral lying on the ground in a pile of dry grass outside the camp.

An arrow was stuck in the back of his head.

The immense force pierced through his skull, leaving him lifeless.

It was at this moment that the withered grass in the distance began to be flattened in large swaths.

Beneath the silent night sky, the sound of countless people running could be heard.

Accompanied by excited screams and wolf howls, the enemies who had been lying in wait nearby revealed themselves.

Those were several enormous wolves, much larger than the wild wolves the convoy had encountered in the wilderness on the first day.

Its face is ferocious beneath its gray-black fur, and its eyes emit a ghostly green light, exuding an aura of cunning and evil.

On the back of each giant wolf rode a human figure.

Luke was no stranger to monsters riding on the backs of wolves.

The bright moonlight shone on the armor the other person was wearing, illuminating their dark red skin.

Their sharp ears and broad, flat noses make them instantly recognizable as a species.

However, this was the first time Luca had ever seen these guys appear in such a large group.

The watchmen shouted warnings, and at the same time, they called out the name of the creature:

"Hobgoblin!"