I'm not a goblin Frankenstein's monster.

Chapter 90 The Elderly Demon Pet

Lance looked in the direction the bishop had been looking, but all he saw was a young man wearing ordinary adventurer armor, carrying a tattered wooden target on his shoulder, and accompanied by a lone raven, who was standing obediently by the roadside.

Bowing their heads to make way, their posture was ordinary.

He looked like an ordinary, low-level adventurer. If anything, his shadow raven's feathers were unusually dark and glossy.

A magical pet?

They looked more intelligent and beautiful than ordinary bird-like magical pets.

Shadow Ravens are a type of spirit companion originating from the celestial realm, the spirit class, or the demonic realm. These winged beings are not good at direct combat, but they can help avoid danger and transmit information.

Not only can they help you perform simple actions such as picking up objects and distracting enemies, but the slightly better ones can also communicate with you telepathically and share your senses.

Unlike the upper city, miniature and adorable pets such as pseudo-dragons, fairy dragons, little fairies, and winged cats are more popular there, especially among female mages and adventurers.

But compared to these miniature pets that cost hundreds of gold coins, to be honest, this Shadow Raven is definitely more "cute" in terms of cost-effectiveness.

Perhaps he could take advantage of this mission to bring them back a little surprise. He remembered that they seemed to have always liked these cute little ones—a tender feeling welled up in the heart of the man beneath the cold armor.

On the other side, faced with the knight's question, the bishop remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Perhaps—it's just my imagination."

Just a moment ago, the ancient relic he carried close to his body—a silver flame emblem passed down from the first saints of the Papacy—seemed to tremble extremely faintly. Perhaps, he couldn't be sure now.

Because the throbbing was so slight it was like a hallucination, yet it seemed as if he had truly captured it.

It's strange. Just now, the relic reacted to a young adventurer that was just met by chance on the roadside.

The bishop had doubts, but with important responsibilities at hand, he could not afford to cause any unforeseen complications.

He ultimately attributed it to a subtle mental fatigue after the long journey, or the resonance of the sacred object itself with some obscure trace of power remaining in this area.

The group did not stop, maintaining a steady pace as they passed the young adventurer and his shadow crow companion.

Horse hooves trod across the road, kicking up fine dust.

Most of the knights kept their eyes straight ahead, with only a few glancing at the young adventurer standing by the roadside out of the corner of their eyes before casually looking away. It really was a shadow raven with rather pretty feathers.

Only when the last rider disappeared around the corner did the oppressive feeling that had been chilling recede like a tide.

Xia Lin slowly exhaled.

"Phew—it's over." He muttered to himself, bouncing the wooden target on his shoulder and taking another step.

Xia Lin was still shaken. "They were very strong—those people must all be full-fledged professionals, right? And they seemed even more skilled than Captain Targen and his group. Can you roughly tell what level they were at?"

Woody was silent for a few seconds, seemingly savoring the details that hadn't yet faded: "I have to say, most of these guys on horseback are quite strong. By the standards of this world, they are at least experienced, formal professionals, and their strength is probably not low."

Several of them, like the guy in full silver armor who was speaking, had a solid and heavy aura, giving me the feeling that—

It may have already reached the threshold of becoming an elite professional.

"Elite professionals?" Xia Lin clicked his tongue. In his eyes, the members of the Targen team were already well-equipped and well-coordinated adventurers, but according to Woody's previous standards, they were clearly not up to the level of "elite professionals," far from it.

"Then—what about that old man dressed as a priest at the very front?" Xia Lin pressed, after all, the old man's attire was the most unique among them, or perhaps to put it another way, the most flamboyant.

This unique performance suggests that he likely holds a correspondingly high position.

"He put the most pressure on me. Could it be someone even stronger—an expert?"

Expert-level professionals are top-tier individuals who can serve as high-ranking generals in the kingdom's army or hold important positions in large temples.

Whether in his past life or in this fantasy world, he should be considered a person of high rank and power, at least to me, since he seems to have started as an ordinary person in both of his lives.

"That old guy seems to be more than just an expert-level guy," Woody said in a strange tone. "But what I'm concerned about isn't his actual strength."

"What is that?"

"It's some kind of scent he carries." Woody used a somewhat imprecise but understandable word, "very faint, but very ancient, very—peculiar. It reminds me of something that only exists in ancient records and fragments of prophecies. But unfortunately, I can't remember it now."

Xia Lin was startled.

What kind of being could make Woody, a creature of mysterious origin and seemingly vast knowledge, feel wary, even resorting to terms like "legend" and "ancient records"?

What level would that be? Master level? Or even—legendary?

Of course, there is another possibility: Woody Bird may be too old and his memory may be confused.

But having become familiar with his winged companion's temperament, he didn't intend to propose this hypothesis to verify it.

"Judging from the direction they're heading, they're heading towards Elwynn Town, and straight to the town center—the Adventurers' Guild?"

Xia Lin recalled the location where the team had disappeared, and combined this with their excellent equipment and sacred symbols, "It seems that the Adventurers' Guild's sudden blockade of Loran Forest has indeed caused quite a stir. Even a church team of this caliber has been alerted."

"Next, I'm afraid something big is about to happen." Its voice was neither expectant nor worried.

Xia Lin nodded, carrying the worn-out wooden target, and continued walking toward the outline of the town where lights were gradually coming on.

The sun sank completely below the horizon, leaving only a dark red glow on the sky.

The evening breeze grew cool, rustling the grass on both sides of the road.

Woody on his shoulder stopped talking, only occasionally turning his head to look in the direction where the church procession had disappeared.

The outline of the town gradually became clear in the distance, and the familiar smell of cooking smoke mingled with the coolness of the night.

"No matter what big moves they make," Xia Lin muttered to herself, as if speaking to Woody, or perhaps comforting herself, "filling our stomachs and surviving is the most important thing."

"That's right," Woody chimed in, his voice returning to its usual tone, "So, buddy, let's hurry up! Because my fries are getting cold!"

Xia Lin smiled helplessly and quickened her pace.

As night fell, the lights of Elwyn Town lit up one by one, gradually engulfing the two figures.

Meanwhile, in the town center, the meeting room on the second floor of the Adventurers' Guild's black stone building, a mysterious place that Xia Lin had never set foot in before, was brightly lit.