The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Chapter 120 The Old Hunter of Grayhorn and Bagpipe Town (4k)

You absolutely must accept this!

Barto handed a piece of parchment to Lorraine.

Lorraine took the parchment and looked down at it.

It was a letter of introduction with crooked handwriting, roughly saying that the person who received the letter had saved him and asked for his help.

"There's a small village called Greyhorn on the road from Bagpipe Town to Frozen Lake Town. I have an old acquaintance who lives there. His name is Olaf, and he's an old hunter who's spent most of his life hunting in Frozen Lake Town."

Barto breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Lorraine accept the letter of introduction. The awkwardness on his face finally faded a little. He smiled sheepishly and said, "That old fellow knows the area around Frozen Lake Town very well and has dealt with the wolves quite a bit. Just ask anyone in the village and you'll find his house. He still owes me his life, so he'll definitely help you."

Looking at Barto's eager face, Lorraine carefully folded the parchment and tucked it into her bosom, saying, "With his help, things will be much easier. Thank you, Mr. Barto."

"Hey! Don't be so polite with me, I'm just glad I could help..." Barto waved his hand, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out.

Lorraine nodded. "Oh right, how's that guy who got thrown from the height? Is he still alive?"

"He's alive! He's alive!" Barto exclaimed with relief. "That kid's lucky; he got caught on a tree trunk when he was thrown down. But those monsters tore a few holes in his shoulder, and he's lying on the cart now having Yon bandage him... Yon!"

Don't pull that bandage so tight, you're not tying up a pig!

From not far away came Yorn's guilty voice: "I...I'm trying."

Lorraine looked in the direction of the sound.

The unfortunate fellow was lying on an empty cart, his clothes torn off and his body hastily wrapped with several bandages.

Jorn, flustered by Barto's scolding, wrapped the cord around the man again, tightening it so much that the man grimaced and barely had the strength to cry out in pain.

"I'll go take a look..." Lorraine twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Yo... sir... hehe!" Jon stepped aside as if granted a pardon, scratching the back of his head and grinning sheepishly.

Lorraine gently lifted the blood-soaked bandages and looked down.

Barto chatted with the guards at the town gate for a few moments, then walked over to them and said, "Gentlemen, there's a tavern under that clock tower. Let's meet there later!"

"OK."

Lorraine jumped off the cart, stretched her arms and legs, and then reached out to help Eileen up.

"Heh." She raised an eyebrow.

"Pip wants meat! Piper wants meat!" The little guy jumped down with his hammer on his back and ran forward, wiggling his legs.

The town of Bagpipes was bustling with activity. Although the market had not yet opened, there were already many temporary stalls set up along the street.

"Oh! Oh! Flatbread!"

At the insistence of the short man, their wallets were robbed of some copper coins by a roadside pancake stall.

The three of them ate their flatbreads as they walked through the market and entered the shop area on the west side of the town, where the shops were much more organized than those in the market.

Lorraine quickly found the grocery store that Barto had mentioned.

The shop's signboard features an image of a dagger and a quill pen crossed, with the shop's name written in Common Language below: "Fitch's General Store & Also Accepts All Kinds of Adventure Supplies." Push open the door and enter.

The small shop was very warm, with a crackling fireplace in the corner and a small blanket in front of it, on which a fat orange cat was curled up.

Behind the counter sat a plump, half-human old woman, knitting clothes with her head down. When she heard the bell ring, she looked up.

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