Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Hidden in the shadows, Ryan heard a new whisper in his ear.

The task assigned by the Silver Witch has been completed.

Ryan felt ten blessings stored in his soul. Although they were in his hands, he had no right to use them. He could only give them to the players as a reward for the mission, one for each player.

However, having awakened his memories of his past life, Ryan knew that he was also considered a special player.

Therefore, he should be able to do the same thing.

[Lord of Chuguang City, the Azure Silver Apostle 'Ryan Luming' issues a beginner quest to player 'Ryan Luming']

[New player task: Guide once]

[Reward: 0.1 Blessing x10]

really!

Transfer from left hand to right hand!

Ryan was overjoyed again; he could finally clear his name!

They can embezzle!

He can steal and embezzle at the same time, profiting from both the players and the official side. Ryan feels that his path as an apostle is incredibly broad and boundless!

This is Ryan's brand new build - the Fly Apostle build!

Chapter 38 Ryan Touched the Big Red

“Miss Jasmine, please guide me,” Ryan instructed.

He needs to complete the beginner's tasks.

"..."

"Just this once, you'll direct it yourself from now on."

Jasmine sighed helplessly and cast a 'Divine Guidance' spell on Ryan.

Divine Guidance is a second-circle blessing spell that increases luck, which will benefit Ryan's next move.

As dusk settled over the sky, the villages on the outskirts of Kubing Town fell silent.

Before the White Night arrived, and while the players still had some time to travel from Sunset Forest to Dawn City, Ryan, wearing protective gear, took a trip to Blighttown.

This was to throw the key fragments in his hand into the depths of the town.

Secondly, they also wanted to find a suitable weapon.

He never forgot the brilliant idea of ​​coating the weapons with large amounts of paint.

Ryan knew his situation best; he was too weak to wield a holy sword like an ordinary paladin. Whether it was an iron sword or a mithril sword, his stamina bar would be depleted after just a few moves. Until now, the only thing he could use well was a tree branch.

The physical damage from tree branches is too low; they can't even scratch an enemy's defense, let alone break through their defenses.

Since that's the case, why not do the opposite?

Let's just forgo the holy sword and make a sword directly from tree branches.

But these are not ordinary tree branches; they are tree branches infected with the curse of withering disease!

"My Lu Ming Sword Technique is a multi-platform sword technique. Since it has already been logged into the Tree Branch Platform, it can naturally be logged into the Withered Disease Platform!"

A gentle evening breeze caressed their faces as Ryan and Jasmine walked along a country lane. At first, it was so narrow that only one person could pass at a time, but after walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a spacious town of withered disease. The land was flat and the houses were neatly arranged. There were also bad fields, manure pits, and places with diseased bamboo. The narrow lanes were interconnected, and the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard.

The chickens and dogs here are especially adorable.

The disease can infect not only humans, but also livestock.

Ryan looked at the giant black rooster, as tall as a person, with wingspans that could fit two people, its entire body covered in keratin, and its beak sharp as a sword; then he looked at the dog, its fur rotting all over, its sharp teeth dripping yellow sap that was emitting white smoke as it fell to the ground.

Ryan was thrilled; it would be wonderful to capture these adorable little pets and keep them in the castle.

Tie iron swords to the beak and toes of the large black-boned chicken, and place it on the roof beam to crow.

And these sick dogs, if you keep three around a corner, they'll kill even a god.

Unfortunately, we came here to find weapons, so we'll have to buy the chickens and dogs next time.

"How adorable!" Ryan remarked as he walked. "With such a capable general, my great cause can be accomplished."

Looking at Ryan's appreciative expression, Miss Jasmine seriously doubted Ryan's aesthetic sense. This aesthetic sense, if not the underworld, was more or less inhuman. What's so cute about crazy chickens and dogs?

No matter how cute someone is, can they be cuter than me?

She frowned in displeasure.

Not only are the chickens and dogs in Kubing Town adorable, but the villagers are also very hardworking.

Whether they were young children or elderly people with gray hair, they followed their old habits, all carrying hoes, machetes, and sickles to work. Most of them were poorly clothed, and their folk customs were simple and honest, and they were extremely hospitable.

Ryan and Miss Jasmine crouched in the shadows, carefully avoiding wave after wave of wandering villagers as they stealthily advanced.

Ryan is a polite and good lord. When leaders go to the countryside to inspect work, they cannot make a big fuss, and it is not good to disturb the villagers late at night. It is definitely not because he is cowardly.

“These villagers are all such kind and honest people,” Ryan said as he walked. “They’re still working so late at night.”

You decide how you pay wages... Jasmine gave up trying to correct Ryan's aesthetic sense.

Continuing forward, you gradually reach the real town of Blighttown.

In the previous test, only the villages on the outer edge of the town of Kubing were open; further ahead was an invisible wall.

Ryan was only familiar with the map of the outer edge, so logically he should have stopped.

"We can explore the area ahead later."

Along the way, besides hoes and machetes, Ryan also saw broken shields and swords, traces of an ancient battlefield.

Ryan had heard Kiri mention that thirty years ago, the Knights had tried to rescue the trapped villagers and had even stormed into the deepest part of the Blighttown in an attempt to eradicate the source of the curse.

Ryan didn't know much about the battle thirty years ago.

This isn't important in the original work; it's just a reason for the appearance of elite-level enemies.

Thirty years ago, the entire Knights were wiped out deep within the town of Blight, with Kiri being the sole survivor.

The knights who contract the disease will not die, and those who gaze upon the curse will ultimately become the curse itself, wandering aimlessly through the streets.

As he continued forward, Ryan finally saw the knight from thirty years ago.

【The Knight of Withered Disease】

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"Baby...my baby...."

The withered knight guarded a small hut, murmuring almost ballad-like murmurs. The hut seemed to hold a treasure, and he wouldn't let anyone near it.

However, Ryan's target wasn't the treasures in the house, but his sword.

The armor of the withered knight was rotten and broken, and a broken sword was tied at his waist.

It was less a sword and more a withered tree branch.

After thirty years of growth, the hilt of the sword has rotted, and the broken blade has become one with the withered plant, with the plant's veins deeply engraved in the sword's inscription.

The withered knight was enveloped in darkness, his lips murmuring words, repeating the actions he had taken in life: to kill the enemy.

However, they could no longer distinguish who they had killed.

Seeing these withered knights, Ryan knew it was time to turn back.

Ryan, an ordinary villager, was unwilling to be disturbed, and the Sick Knight was even less inclined to provoke him.

That's what Miss Jasmine thought.

The further in you go, the higher the rank of the Sick Knight becomes, and Miss Jasmine's shadow magic may not be able to hide from you.

Ryan stopped and looked into the depths of the alley. His paladin's intuition told him that the deepest depths held the most vile curse.

Ryan acted decisively, seizing the moment, gripping the key fragment tightly in his hand, and threw it deep into the ground with all his might.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Sick Knight was distracted by the distant noise, he rushed up from behind, first slitting his throat to stun him, and then pulling the sword from the knight's waist.

Bring it to you!

The movements were swift and fluid. Taking advantage of the time it took for the Sick Knight to regenerate, he turned around and grabbed Miss Jasmine's hand, and ran away!

I touched the big red one, run!

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what?

Miss Jasmine was stunned for a moment, then Ryan dragged her for dozens of meters.

The Sick Knight didn't chase after him, but remained standing guard outside the house, while half of Sick Village was drawn to the commotion of Ryan's death.

This has stirred up a hornet's nest.

The villagers who were working in the fields all put down their farm work and rushed over, and even the stray dogs on the roadside came running with drool on their faces.

Rather than stirring up a hornet's nest, it's more like setting off a firecracker that blows up a cesspool.

Ryan was proud of his popularity and the warm welcome he received wherever he went, but Miss Jasmine was not in a good mood.

You think I'd risk my life for such a meager salary?

She had a million curses to utter in her heart, but she felt that things were hopeless. Even with her amazing secret magic, she couldn't hide in this situation and was afraid she would lose her life in the vast ocean of working people.

But who knew that Ryan would be so lucky, pulling Miss Jasmine by the hand, weaving and dashing through the narrow country lanes and densely packed houses, climbing on rooftops and traversing underground passages and alleys, like a fish entering the sea.

Although a large group of villagers followed behind him, they could not catch up with him and always missed him by a hair's breadth.

Ryan knew exactly which way to go—which way to go—which way to go—which way to go—and used his agility to keep the villagers completely on their toes.

In my previous life, as a speedrunner using the unorthodox methods, I died and walked the path of the Blighted Village countless times.

I know it better than my own backyard!

Jasmine stared blankly as Ryan scurried through the villagers with an air of complete confidence, disappearing into all sorts of dark alleyways as if Ryan were the very people who had been born and raised here.

"You can walk here?"

"Oh, there's a ladder here too?"

"Can we just run there...?"

"Where is the shortcut?"

"That's a cesspool, please don't jump in!"

Chapter 39 Ryan Wanders Freely

"Hide in this cellar, wait for the villagers to leave, and then go around to the side path."

Ryan spoke with confidence.

"It really is a cellar, not a toilet..." Jasmine stared at Ryan in shock. It wasn't that she was being delicate; it was just that the smell of this cellar was too peculiar. The accumulated sour and musty smell filled her nostrils. If she stayed here any longer, she felt like she would be pickled and stinky.

She pinched her nose and squatted down next to Ryan.

Even after the rustling sounds from the villagers outside the cellar disappeared, Jasmine still didn't dare to breathe.

“The villagers are gone, we can breathe again,” Ryan reminded her.

"I'm afraid I'll suffocate here," Jasmine rolled her eyes. "It smells really strong."

“Just imagine it as a beautiful girl’s foot,” Ryan said without hesitation.

"My legs aren't sore!" Jasmine snapped.

"Mr. Ryan, how did you discover these 'shortcuts'...?" she couldn't help but ask again.

"Miss Jasmine."

Ryan spoke seriously, and began to lecture Jasmine, "As a professional assassin, observing the terrain and surveying the landscape are essential skills for an assassin. I kept an eye out as soon as I entered Blighttown, and that's how I sniffed out the shortcut."

Why use smell?

Jasmine was speechless after being scolded by Ryan. It seemed like he just went wherever the smell was strongest... She had no choice but to admit that Ryan had good observation skills.

"There are two paths we can take now."