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The wheel of history rolls forward, and later in the Imperial Library, when people read about Windlow's life and deeds, they would pay attention to the story at the beginning of the book.

Near the most secluded riverside of the city of Altdorf, this imperial merchant relied on his powerful fighting ability to easily defeat the most terrifying Dread Lord among the Dark Elves.

According to the description, that night, the fifteen-year-old Windlo defeated the Dark Elf Dread Lord, who was fully armed with plate armor and holding a fine steel sword and shield, with just his fists.

He even forgave the dark elf's rude attack with his strong personal charm and sense of friendship, and even made the dark elf his best friend.

All readers can imagine from the first story of Windlow's biography how terrifying the fighting power of such a hero from the past was.

"I really can't beat you, really, let me go."

Wendlow struggled to get up from the ground and kept begging for mercy.

Mousse, who was standing in front of him, shook her head. She had seen many humans, but this was the first time she had met someone as powerless as Wendlow.

Originally, I wanted to practice with him properly to avoid losing my fighting skills, but I didn't expect that Windlow was so weak.

One slap made him lose his fighting ability.

"If you can't fight, how do you make money? Huh?"

Mousse's mood once again fell to the bottom. In the minds of the dark elves, only individuals with strong combat power have the ability to make big money.

As for the powerless Windlow, she really couldn't imagine how this guy could make the gold coins flow into his pocket continuously.

Speaking of making money, it was finally time for Windlow to excel. He quickly took out a complete set of pottery from his backpack.

"I bought this batch of goods for 300 copper coins. I only need to transport it to Nuln City and sell it for a full 800 copper coins."

"That's it?"

Dark elves are different from high elves. High elves value business, but in the eyes of the dark elf Mousse, trading is a very low-class behavior.

Mousse was very puzzled by the fact that trading itself did not create wealth and that one could make money by transporting goods from one place to another.

In her eyes, the best way to make money is to kill others and seize their wealth. What's the point of doing business?

But, as a dark elf who wandered into the human world, she certainly knew some basic geography.

The city of Nuln mentioned by Windlow is not far from Altdorf. If you walk normally, you can get there in about three days.

Three days of safe walking can net you 500 copper coins, without any risk or danger?

Although the money earned was not much, it was at least something to earn. Besides, Mousse had just wandered into the human world, was penniless, and had been hungry for several days.

Compared to making a lot of money, the most important thing now is to fill your stomach.

Just do business, the most important thing now is to earn income as soon as possible. This is the case with dark elves. If they lose any wealth, it means that their life has come to an end.

"Okay, human Wendlow, let's set off now and head to the so-called city of Nuln, then make some money and we'll split it 50-50."

"But it's dark now, why don't we find a place to rest first?"

Compared with the elves who are physically strong and have excellent endurance, a human like Windlow is still very resistant to traveling at night.

However, after Mousse cast a cold deep purple look at him, he could only pick up the linen bag on the ground and leave the capital of Altdorf along the banks of the Reik River with the dark elf.

There are two bright moons hanging in the cold sky. Compared with humans, Mousse has stronger night vision and can easily see the road under the night sky.

The dark elf wandered the streets of Altdorf like a night ghost. He knew the layout of the city better than Windlow even. He climbed over the last wall in two or three steps, then turned around and opened his arms to Windlow.

"Jump, and I'll catch you."

The Lord of Dread can certainly climb over the wall easily, but ordinary humans certainly cannot do that due to their physical fitness.

But he still jumped, but Mousse withdrew his hands at this time, causing Wendlow to fall to the ground.

Although there was mud underneath, it still hurt a lot. It felt like a huge rock broke on my chest. I crawled up from the ground with great difficulty. I had never suffered such a serious injury in my life.

However, Mousse withdrew his hands, looked down at Windlow who was slowly crawling up from the ground, and nodded slightly. It just so happened that both points met the requirements of this dark elf.

There is no trust among the dark elves. Although this human named Windlo also believes in Cain, of course he cannot be trusted absolutely.

And even though this guy doesn't look physically strong, it doesn't mean he doesn't know magic, so you have to be careful.

That's what the Lord of Fear is like. He won't completely turn his back on others.

This fall greatly reduced Windlo's already weak fighting ability, and he completely lost the threat to Mousse. Even if he was given a dagger now, he would not be able to kill Mousse while he was sleeping.

At the same time, there is another important point, which is also related to trust.

If Windlow seized an opportunity to escape as soon as they left the city, wouldn't all of Mousse's preparations be wasted?

This fall meant that this human was destined to rely on the protection of the dark elves to survive.

As far as she knew, the human world was full of bandits and a businessman could not move forward without protection.

"what?"

Originally, all the situations were within Mousse's predictions. The only thing he didn't expect was that Windlow actually got up from the ground by his own strength.

This is worthy of praise. In the eyes of the dark elves, the essence of this world is cold, cruel and ruthless, where the strong prey on the weak and only individuals who are strong enough can survive.

Being able to get up by his own strength at least proves that this guy has a good willpower.

"Are you not hurt? If you are, let's set off immediately."

Knowing the temper and character of the dark elves well, Windlo suppressed the pain in his chest and raised his thumb with a smile.

"Of course it's okay, it's only three meters high."

If the dark elves knew that he was a weakling, he would probably be killed early the next morning.

But how could a Lord of Fear not see that Windlo was showing off? It didn't matter at all. She then moved aside to keep Windlo in her sight.

"I don't know the direction to Noon City. Please lead the way and you go in front."