Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

Although there were only three people present—the villager Sika, Chen Feng himself, and the red-haired girl—Chen Feng still confirmed, "You're Grey, right?", just to avoid any confusion.

The red-haired girl nodded.

Just then, villager Sika suddenly noticed that something seemed to be missing from the campfire: "Where's my grill?"

Grey stuck out her tongue, looking guilty, and said, "Grey doesn't know."

Although the Witch System will not be bound to enemy characters.

But seeing the other person chewing through steel, Chen Feng couldn't help but ask, "Where are you from?"

Grey lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her clothes, and said, "My parents are divorced. My mom doesn't care about me, and my dad hasn't been home for a long time, so I ran away because I was so hungry."

They're actually quite pitiful.

Chen Feng suggested, "How about this: you come with me to destroy the goblin's lair, and I'll treat you to a good meal, okay?"

Upon hearing that there would be food to eat.

Grey twirled around happily, exclaiming, "I'll marry you if you treat me to dinner!"

You don't have to.

Chen Feng politely declined, saying, "In my hometown, anyone who lays a hand on a little girl will get electrocuted."

The voice just fell.

Cuckoo!

Grey, clutching her rumbling stomach, said shyly, "Could you treat me to a meal first?"

It's been so long since I've eaten.

Chen Feng was speechless for a moment, then turned to Sika and asked, "Do you have money?"

Sika shrugged and said he was just an ordinary villager, where would he get the money?

Chen Feng was also a little worried. If this were in the urban universe, with his Godly Rich Cash Back and Spendthrift System, even if all the money printing machines in the city started printing money from the Cretaceous period, they probably couldn't compare to him.

But now, he really doesn't have a single penny.

Chen Feng grabbed Sika, who was trying to slip away, and threatened, "You don't want people to know that you caused the death of the hero, do you?"

Sika shuddered, then immediately understood: "Then, shall we go to my place for something to eat?"

Grey jumped up: "Yay!"

On a winding country road.

As Chen Feng walked, he asked, "How do you determine ranks here?"

Sika explained it simply: "The Adventurers' Guild has a crystal ball to measure levels, or you can check someone's level by learning the Appraisal skill."

It's quite traditional.

Chen Feng then asked, "Approximately what level are the goblins here?"

Sika casually replied, "Anyone below level ten can handle that."

Chen Feng then asked the question he was most concerned about: "How many levels does the Demon King have?"

"You're asking me?" Sika pointed to himself and said helplessly, "Big brother, I'm just an ordinary villager, but my grandfather was an adventurer when he was young, so maybe I can ask him. But don't get your hopes up too high, my grandfather's memory isn't very good."

"How bad could it be?"

"You'll see when we get there." With that, Sika suddenly stopped and pointed to the houses ahead, saying, "Our village is just ahead. Stay close and don't wander off."

Chen Feng looked at the white warning sign at his feet that read "Trap Ahead" and asked, "How many traps have you laid?"

Sika did the math: "Three a day, over ten years, that's about 19,000."

What?

Chen Feng thought he had come to the home of a savior.

The two followed Sika, winding their way through the streets until they arrived at a wooden house.

Boom boom boom!

Sika raised her hand and knocked on the door.

An aged and impatient voice soon came from inside the house: "Who is it!"

"Grandpa, it's me, Jessica!"

With a creak, the door opened.

An elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, walked out unsteadily. Upon seeing Sika, he slammed his cane against her: "So you know how to come back? Why didn't you come home last night? Do you know there was a pervert who knocked on the door all night, trying to break into our house! What if I got hurt while you weren't home?"

"Grandpa, it was me who knocked on the door last night."

The scene was very embarrassing.

The old man paused for a moment, then stepped aside and said in a calm tone, as if nothing had happened, "Since things have come to this, let's come in and eat."

The group entered the room one by one and sat down at the wooden table.

The old man brought over stewed bean soup, rye bread, and smoked ham.

These are all classic Western fantasy cuisines.

Chen Feng was about to introduce himself.

suddenly!

The old man slammed his hand on the table, pointed at Sika, and said, "Whoever you are, get out of my grandson's body now!"

The stewed bean soup spilled all over the table, and Grey quickly stuck out her pink little tongue to lick it up.

Sika, puzzled, asked, "What's wrong, Grandpa?"

The old man became more and more agitated as he spoke: "I heard from the neighbors that yesterday at noon, you stuffed all the pieces of bird carcasses into your mouth and drank very black, very black water."

Is that true?

Just as Chen Feng was about to use his time-stop ultimate move.

Sika said helplessly, "Grandpa, we had roast chicken yesterday, and we also bought two bottles of Coke at the village entrance, have you forgotten?"

Oh.

The old man silently sat back down in his original seat and behaved himself.

But Chen Feng was dumbfounded: "Wait, buddy, where did you guys get this Coke?"

"Oh, my girlfriend found a really strange metal box in the wild the other day. She said it's some kind of vending machine. You just put copper coins in it, and it spits out all sorts of food," Sika said casually. "Besides, judging by your outfit, aren't you from another world too?"

As expected of an intermediate universe, encountering transmigrators is as common as drinking water.

Chen Feng was truly astonished.

Sika suddenly asked, "Grandpa, which neighbor told you that?"

The old man pointed south and said with certainty, "It's that blacksmith in the hat over there."

Sika's lips twitched slightly: "Isn't the blacksmith already dead?"

"He's dead? When?"

"It must have been about ten years."

The cabin fell into an eerie silence once again.

Chen Feng couldn't help but ask himself, "Are you from this village?"

Sika was already used to her grandfather's confusion, and asked earnestly, "Grandpa, you've been on adventures before, do you know how many levels the Demon King has?"

The old man said slowly, "Which demon king are you asking about?"

Sika thought for a moment: "The closest one, the Undead King of that Great Tomb."

The old man said casually, "Oh, that one, over level 9000."

Sika said, both amused and exasperated, "What are you talking about, Grandpa? The maximum level is only 100."

Cihang's young man, Chen Feng, stood at attention.

Based on the lessons he learned from the Ghost King, it is perfectly reasonable for a world with a level cap of 100 to have a level 1000 character.

Just as they were finishing their meal, the old man took out a book with a black cover from his robes and said, "Are you planning to go on an adventure? Grandson, I have a swordsmanship manual here for you."

Sika didn't even look at it and refused, "Forget it, I don't need it."

The old man flew into a rage, pounding Sika with his cane: "What do you mean, 'let it go'! How can an adventurer not practice swordsmanship! Tell me, why don't you practice swordsmanship?!"

Sika said calmly, "Buy me a sword first."

Old man: "......"

Sika glanced at it again: "And Grandpa, this is a necromancer's book."

Chen Feng could tell that this family had just met. It seemed like they weren't even as cooked as the food on the table.

Only Grey was seriously eating: "Another bowl, please!"

Just then.

Chen Feng's divine essence suddenly trembled again: "Another application? How long has it been, and that guy is dead again?"

After silently clicking "agree".

Chen Feng asked Sika how long it would take to reach the nearest town.

Sika said that their village was near the country's capital, the Magic City, and that if they rode at full speed on horseback, they could get there in a day.

If it takes more than a day, the task will be too late.

Chen Feng looked up at the sky. After accepting the mission, an arrow appeared above him, pointing directly at the goblin's lair.

Even with arrows, there's no need to worry about getting lost.

But Sika's ability to create traps makes him a truly rare talent.

So Chen Feng continued to threaten Xila with the matter of the hero, and forced her to come over.

However, they had only just left the village and taken a few steps when...

Then they heard Grey complain, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

Are you hungry again so soon?

At first, Chen Feng felt sorry for Grey after hearing that she had been abandoned by her parents for eating too much.

But now, if it weren't for the Witch System, Chen Feng would want to abandon her.

Upon reaching the entrance to the goblin cave, a strong smell of underwear that hadn't been washed for three days and three nights wafted into my nostrils.

I rely on.

Chen Feng noticed three horses at the entrance.

"We're too late. Some people have already gone in to carry out their mission." Sika looked at the metal tag on the horse and said happily, "They're a level 30 adventure team. They'll definitely take down low-level monsters like goblins in no time. We're out of the picture."

Just as Sika was speaking in a relaxed tone, wanting to leave quickly.

Chen Feng, however, keenly sensed something was amiss: "Why would an adventure team with an average level of 30 be dealing with a level 10 newbie goblin?"

Sika didn't seem to care: "Maybe I was just passing by?"

It's probably not that simple.

The advice system is divided into four types: white advice comes from past heroes, while red advice comes from the souls of the recently deceased.

Chen Feng stared at his feet, where three pools of red prayers from the dead were gleaming: [Danger Ahead] [Terror Ahead] [Do Not Enter!!!]