That's right, that's what adventure is like!

laugh--

The white gauze was cut by a sharp blade and then bound to Roland's abdomen, its surface stained with a little blood.

Lacking restorative supernatural items, he could only perform this simple treatment, but it was sufficient.

Holding the arrow in his hand, Roland examined it carefully: "There are no signs of poisoning, and it immediately chose to retreat after hitting the target. It seems that it was originally very confident in that arrow, or it was afraid that I would ignite the black embers and perish together with it."

Even though he managed to dodge the arrow in time, he still couldn't help but feel a little scared when he recalled that sharp and precise arrow.

"Too fast. An ordinary person couldn't react at all. It must be enhanced by some kind of combat technique. I really shouldn't underestimate the abilities of other adventurers."

After putting the leather armor back on, Roland felt the intermittent pain in his abdomen and cautiously pushed the door open again to go out.

The ground was littered with the remains of the three bait bodies, their blood already congealing, and the ground was damp to the touch.

The surrounding walls were covered with marks from sword and knife strikes and craters from explosions, as if they had already endured countless such attacks.

"It's time to settle accounts."

Roland narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly, then clenched the lost coin in his palm.

The balance scales would require two hundred gold coins to track down the three men, which he naturally couldn't afford. For now, he could only see if this coin could be of any use.

He was very confident because it was the coin he picked up that made him notice a tiny drag mark nearby, allowing him to dodge the attack in time.

Sure enough, as soon as he gripped the coin tightly, countless patterns around him began to glow faintly in the darkness, all of which were newly formed, unnatural marks.

"The black ash on the wall is a little thin in some places, probably left by those people hitting it during the recent explosion. It's useless to me."

"There are a few relatively fresh dents on the door, which look like arrow marks, but they are not of much value."

"The footprint on the left front looks freshly made, could it be...?"

Roland gripped his longsword tightly, his gaze fixed on the extremely faint footprint as he walked forward. The coin's effect was so strong that it didn't disappear until he had turned three corners.

But that was enough. Even though he couldn't see the footprints with his eyesight, this was an underground city, and there was only one slightly curved passage ahead.

Keeping close to the wall, Roland lowered his footsteps and slowly moved forward until he heard a barely audible sound, at which point he stopped.

"That guy didn't notice us, did he?" A rough voice echoed in the narrow space.

"Don't worry, boss. I just went back and checked. I even listened through the door for a while. The guy was still asking about exchanging the scales, but he fell silent as soon as he heard the price."

"Hmph—he doesn't understand the balance mechanism. He's just a lucky newbie. He's fortunate to have dodged the second-in-command's arrow once. Next time, Lady Luck won't be on his side."

The third voice was slightly hoarse: "Today's been a bit unlucky. I think we should head back. We ran into a tough opponent in the very first round."

"What kind of high-quality stuff is this?" the boss said dismissively. "If it were really high-quality stuff, it would have come to us by now. In this line of work, you can't be afraid of offending people."

The second brother fell silent, while the third brother said, "What a pity. If we could have captured that person and sold him to Ramona, it would have been another source of income."

Ramona?

Upon hearing the familiar name, Roland instinctively frowned, then relaxed, a resolute killing intent replacing all other emotions.

He reached into his bag and took out a dark pebble. The sticky texture of the pebble, soaked in the potion, was quite unique. He flicked it out with a twist of his wrist.

"Here's a gift for you!"

Whoosh—thump!

The pebbles absorbed the subtle magic swirling in the air, bounced off the wall and landed on the ground, then quickly burst into flames, followed by a violent explosion of black ash, like a flower of death blooming in a narrow passage.

An invisible shockwave exploded instantly, carrying dense heat and churning thick black ashes and debris. The smell of burnt leather armor filled the air, and a scream pierced the roar.

"It's that kid! Scatter!!!"

The boss's furious roar came from the other side of the explosion, mixed with the painful cries of those being burned.

call out--

The sharp sound of arrows piercing the air rang out, cutting through the flying black dust and heading towards Roland's location. But the passage itself was curved, and they hadn't even noticed Roland's arrival, so how could they possibly hit him?!

The metal arrow struck the rock wall, making a "clang" before falling limply to the ground.

Before the heat had completely dissipated, Roland suddenly pushed off the ground and stepped forward, gathering power in his longsword.

Heavy Strike!

There was no need to hold back; Roland didn't even get a clear look at the figure in front of him before launching a killing blow!

The blade pierced through the smoke, sending a sharp, sluggish sensation as it struck something hard. Warm liquid then splashed onto his face, but he didn't even look at it, instead lowering his head and turning to the side.

Ding--

Another sharp arrow grazed past his ear, the whistling sound leaving a faint trail of blood. A terrified cry rang out: "Third brother! Get out of the way!!!"

However, Roland would not easily abandon the shield in front of him. He drew his dagger from his waist with lightning speed and plunged it into the chest before the other party could recover from the aftershocks of the explosion.

boom!

With a kick, the corpse flew towards the remaining two. Roland's gaze swept across the area quickly, instantly pinpointing the second brother standing by the wall, holding a bow and arrow, about to draw it.

This guy's combat skills are too accurate; he must die first!

He twisted his body and took a step forward, the sword blade stirring up the thick darkness, slicing through a deadly semi-circular arc, heading straight for the second brother's neck.

when--

At the critical moment, the second brother raised his hardwood longbow, using its nested metal sheath to deflect the attack, his voice filled with horror: "This guy is incredibly strong!"

That's for sure, because Roland came with the intention of revenge, and this is the best way to enchant him!

His attack was blocked, so he immediately changed the direction of his sword and slashed down along the curved longbow, scraping sparks off the metal sheath and illuminating the second brother's shocked face.

boom--

The black embers exploded again, and the dense fluctuations expanded and contracted once more from the narrow channel that had not yet completely cooled down, converging into a powerful roar.

This was originally a move that would result in mutual destruction, but Roland had already made preparations before taking action.

In the instant the sparks burst, he bent his knee and thrust upwards, striking the second brother precisely in the groin. At the same time, a tooth-ache-inducing sound rang out, and his left hand gripped the other's shoulder like an iron clamp!

"I……"

Before the scream could even escape his lips, Roland used the force of his twisting motion to drag the second brother from his original position and fling him towards the edge of the explosion as a human shield.

puff.

Blood splattered, and bits of flesh clumped together, splashing out in the scorching heat.

Roland also felt a sharp pain and was unable to completely avoid the impact, but he did not stop. He raised his longsword and charged towards the burly figure in the farthest distance!

when--

The sword and dagger collided in mid-air, but this time there was no explosion. A hint of surprise flashed in Roland's eyes, but his body instinctively made the most reasonable choice.

With a flick of the wrist, the force sent the dagger and the muscular arm flying through the air, exposing the opponent's unsuspecting chest.

The eldest brother's eyes were bloodshot as he reached out to grab Roland.

Unfortunately, that one moment of weakness was enough to separate them by life and death!

Parry and counterattack!

The silver-gray longsword flashed through the darkness like a ghost, carrying Roland's full strength and producing a sharp whistling sound.

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The barely perceptible sound of flesh being cut was almost drowned out by the gurgling stream of blood flowing from the throat, and after a final "plop," only the thick smell of blood remained.

Those who launch attacks will all be beheaded.