"So, Mr. Jack, are you transformed into the Panta Bears tribe in the Far East?" Niya asked curiously. To be honest, this was the first time she had seen a living druid, and the transformation that the druid had performed was obviously completely different from what was recorded in various documents.

Although the last time the human race and the elves officially came into contact was a time when the demon race happened ten years ago, Niya believed that the records of her teacher’s collection were not wrong. It was definitely not an ordinary bear transformation technique! At least the black and white bear is also a unique monster that has never been recorded in history!

Mr. Wood, who was riding a horse in front, couldn't help but shake his hand when he heard this. Another beard that had only a few was pulled off. The old man couldn't help but burst into tears at the beard: You should know that exploring other people's specific strength and intelligence is a major taboo among countries, but it is obvious that Nya's curiosity is completely unstoppable.

Of course, Old Wood himself is also very curious, but he is not young after all, so he is really embarrassed to pretend that he doesn't understand common sense.

Roger, whose pseudonym was Jack Roe, obviously didn't know some common sense. Hearing Niya's question, Roger, who rode the black wyndham who was originally the leader of the black knight, replied indifferently: "Yes, the Panta Bear I transformed is just a young bear. It is said that adult Panta Bears should be all high-level monsters." The fireball with his ears tilted his big tail, which was as long as his body, lying on Roger's shoulders with a boring look on his face. In fact, Niya is actually very interested in the smart fireball, but unfortunately the fireball ignores her.

Roger turned his head and looked at the fireball, his face a little complicated.

It has been six years since he came to this world, and Roger is already a sixteen-year-old boy... At least his body is really sixteen years old. Perhaps due to the influence of his body, Roger has gradually recovered his teenage mind and gradually forgot his past after integrating into the Druid tribe.

When Roger, who had learned about Fireball's identity, took office as a druid, was shocked, but he was no longer ignorant of the whole world.

The little monster named Fireball by Roger is the treasure rogue that was once popular among the noble class. It is just the treasure rogue of the low-level monster. One of the racial talents of the treasure rogue is treasure hunting. An adventurer once found a nobility dragon cave with the racial talent of the treasure rogue, and made a fortune. Since then, the treasure rogue has become one of the top three on the top of the mission boards of major temples and professional trade unions. It is also popular among the nobles in the circle of aristocratic circles. Having a treasure rogue as a pet has become a symbol of the identity of the real nobles. Of course, the number of treasure rogues, which is already rare, has dropped sharply under the pursuit of adventurers and mercenaries. Now it can only be seen in the whisper forest of the elves and the Druid's Mist Forest. And then, the place where Roger and Fireball met was actually on the periphery of the Mist Forest.

Subconsciously, Roger clicked on the attached pet panel.

Name: Fireball

Race: Treasure Cyclops (mutation)

Attributes: wind, fire

Level: Level 8 (level 4)

Talent: seek good luck and avoid bad luck, search for treasures, lucky stars

Skills: Jet Wind Blade, Spray Fireball, Miscellaneous Invisibility

The creature has concluded a natural covenant.

I still remember that after just accepting the gift of nature and the enlightenment of the elders, the system suddenly emerged when I became a druid. At first, I thought this system could help me fight monsters and upgrade and quickly become a peerless master. Unfortunately, the system did not give me any experience value, whether it was fighting monsters or doing tasks, which directly shattered Roger's dream.

After a long time, Roger gradually understood the main purpose of the system. This system did not have much direct help in combat, but the system could help Roger understand his own state and assist Roger in practicing, analyzing various spells and formations, etc.

Roger tried to learn the usage of crossbows with the tribe's rangers, and successfully integrated it into [Range Weapon Master] and other passive skills together with [Slingshot Master].

With this, Roger successfully discovered the correct way to use the system. If Roger wants to learn a certain skill, such as archery, he has to practice continuously. The system will record the archery movement process and constantly compare and analyze it. Until a certain skill is recognized by the system, the system will assist and optimize it when using the skill. For example, aiming with a short bow, the system will mark the rough landing point. As the skill is proficient in the system (skill upgrade), the assistance will be more effective and accurate, etc.

After tasting the sweetness, Roger quickly tried to learn all the fighting mastery that was not part of the druid profession. This made Roger's initial dissatisfaction with the system instantly disappear. Roger began to feel that this system was still very useful. The identity of Fireball was also discovered through the system's prompts during this period.

Originally, the attribute of the treasure rooster was the wind system, but the Fireball ate the Fireball six years ago. This magical fruit not only allowed the Fireball to obtain the second attribute, but also changed a lot of appearance. Now the appearance of the Fireball is very similar to the low-level fifth-level monster Fire Rat. This made even the Druid Elder not discover the true identity of the Fireball at the beginning. Roger, who knew that the Fireball originally looked, gradually determined the Fireball's identity at the prompt of the system.

After learning about the suffering of Treasure Ridge, Roger let the fireball disguised as a fire-treating rat and forbidden the fireball to use the jet wind blade in front of outsiders. Of course, it is best not to use full speed even when running and jumping. The speed of ordinary fire-treating rats is not as fast as that of the fireball.

Now it seems that the fireball's disguise is still very successful. At least, Neya, a low-level mage, and Old Wood, a mid-level knight, did not see through the fireball's identity, but just regarded the fireball as a smart fire-wielding rat.

In this way, Roger and Niya chatted casually and soon arrived at Tucker Town.

"I still have some things to deal with, so how about we'll separate here?" After entering the town, Roger prepared to act alone with a calm look on his face.

"This, this, oh! By the way, we have not expressed our gratitude to you for helping us!" Nya looked unhappy and quickly found a reason to try to keep Roger.

Roger shook his head: "It's just a matter of the way, not to mention that those people offended me." Roger touched the wound on his butt with a look of fear. Damn, Roger was turning into a giant panda and helping a little fox caught in a hunter's trap to break the iron clip. As a result, a riding rifle flew out of the sky. He was busy and couldn't even hide, so he had to avoid the vitals and took it. You know, the riding rifle almost exploded his anus, which was why he was so angry at that time. Who could not be angry when he was almost exposed to anus? So the black cavalry was tragic like that...

Neya wanted to say something, but Old Wood stopped him. She could only watch Roger gradually leave on the wildebeest. Neya turned her head and looked at Old Wood with confusion. Old Wood sighed faintly: "I know, Miss Neya, you want to win him over. After all, at this time, such a powerful helper is enough to deal with a lot of small troubles. But he is not something we can recruit."

Old Wood sighed again, gently stroked a few beards with his hands, "Compared with the lady, that boy is a little younger. Miss, you are only seventeen years old and you are already a level 5 magician. You may break through to a level 6 magician at any time. This qualification is already quite good. But that boy is younger than you, but he is already at the peak of the mid-level level 10 level, and you may break through to a level 10 at any time! This means that he has the potential to become a legend!"

Niya covered her mouth slightly in surprise, and her face suddenly felt helpless. She was not stupid and understood when she heard Old Wood's meaning. It was impossible for such a legendary seed to come out to practice without an elder to follow him. Perhaps winning over Roger could temporarily have the assistance of a middle-level profession, but it might also attract the anger of the top-level strongman because of pulling him into trouble. Obviously, this disadvantage is far more than good!

What's more, the spirit ball in Niya's hand is a top strategic treasure that even legendary professionals may be tempted by. Once the news leaks, the Violet Chamber of Commerce may not be able to protect Niya!

Of course, Roger couldn't hear the discussion between Nya and Old Wood. Of course, even if he heard it, he wouldn't care. After all, he had known which elder was quietly following him. As the son of nature, how could the elder in the tribe agree to let him run around alone?

In nine out of ten, Uncle Bru, the top-level ranger at level 20 who is only one step away from entering the legendary realm, must be hiding in a corner and secretly watching him.

Roger sighed helplessly, threw the trivial matters aside, and focused on finding the pharmacy.

This time, the only reason Roger was able to come out to play was to get the consent of the great elder using the excuse of wanting to break through the middle level and lacking experience. Even if he is a son of nature, he cannot have enough voice before entering the legendary level. There is no way. For example, elves and tree people are quite long-lived, and legendary powerhouses live longer. Naturally, there are not too many legendary elders in a series of natural series.

Before leaving, Roger also asked the acquaintances in the tribe if they needed help, but suddenly he obtained [Continuous Mission: Herb Collection]. Roger, who received this task for the first time, was confused for a long time. He just collected a herb, what else could he do?

"D+ level mission·herb collection: Recently, the herbs in the tribe have been very strangely reduced. Friends hope you can collect some common herbs to replenish your inventory."

“Full Moon Grass 67/50, completed.”

“Bail Leaf 58/50, Completed.”

“Moonlight 21/50, not finished.”

Full Moon grass and bay leaves are common herbs, and they have been collected on the way here. However, it is strange that many of the same common moonlight flowers were not found.

There was no choice but to go straight to the pharmacy and buy it.

"Is there no goods here?" Roger frowned. This is the third pharmacy. Under normal circumstances, the moonlight flowers with sufficient supply are out of stock. The fireball on his shoulder also made a puzzled expression, so it doesn't look too cute.

The store owner glanced at Roger and saw that Roger was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but was wearing well-made leather armor. He had a hooded white robe. He knew that it was not something ordinary people could afford to wear. The pharmacy owner, who had a savage vision, immediately classified him as a noble child and went out to practice first-class experience. The store owner put down the medicinal materials in his hand and said regretfully: "Recently, adventurers who went to the woods in the north all said that there were much fewer herbs than before. Especially Moonlight Flowers, which had only purchased more than thirty trees in the past two months, which was not enough to make many sobering potions."

As the name suggests, low-level sober potions are potions used to keep their minds clear. For low-level spell casting professions, they are very commonly used auxiliary potions for meditation, and the price is also quite cheap. The large-scale production reduction of sober potions will inevitably have a considerable adverse effect on low-level priests in major temples and mage apprentices in the Nine Rings Mage Council. It would be strange if the low-level spell casters who are used to sober potions do not make a fuss. The main players of major temples and Nine Rings Mage Council will definitely not sit idly by.

Roger frowned and left the pharmacy. This was already the last pharmacy in the town. Since none of the three pharmacies could buy the herbs they wanted, Roger had to collect them himself.

Seeing that it was getting late, Roger decided to stay in town for one night before leaving.

At this time, Viscount Barak, who belongs to the town of Tucker, and in the Barak Castle where the lord is located, Viscount Barak was sitting in the study to deal with territorial affairs of all sizes.

A stream of black smoke rose on the ground in front of the desk. When the black smoke dissipated, a masked man in a black night clothes appeared on the spot. The masked man quietly lowered his head and knelt at the Viscount's desk on one knee.

Viscount Barak glanced at the masked man indifferently, with malice in his eyes, but the quill in his hand was constantly on. The masked man's forehead was slightly sweaty, buried his head lower, and said nervously: "The spy sent back the news that Knight Andrew's actions had failed."

The viscount stopped the quill in his hand, glanced at the masked man sharply, and asked lightly: "Tell me, what happened? Even if Andrew couldn't beat Old Wood, it would be okay to hold him back. Could it be that a team of cavalry could not solve a little girl?"

The masked man sweated more, and he lowered his head and returned: "According to the spy's report, the cavalry led by Knight Andrew had already successfully surrounded Miss Niya and Knight Wood of the Violet Merchant, but suddenly a mid-level druid ran out. The passing druid defeated Knight Andrew with a strange bear-like monster posture with just one blow. Afterwards, in Tucker Town, the druid had separated from the two Violet Chamber of Commerce, and the two Violet Chamber of Commerce entered the Chamber of Commerce branch of Tucker Town."

Viscount Barak murmured and frowned as he murmured the word "one blow" and put down the quill in his hand and stood up slowly. After walking back and forth in the study for two rounds, Viscount ordered: "Notify the Sante Knight, the action will be suspended! In addition, sending people to keep a close eye on the Violet Chamber of Commerce!"

The masked man breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly responded to the task, and then quietly disappeared into a ray of black smoke.

The viscount stood quietly at the window for a long time before slowly saying, "Druids? What did the long-declined messenger come out for now? Could it be that he had noticed it?... No, it is impossible. Even the Church of Dawn did not notice it at all, let alone the Druid Council, which is far away in the remote countryside."

The glass on the window printed Viscount Barak's face, and the dark eyes emitted a faint bloody light: "So, it should be just a coincidence? Humph, it's better! Otherwise... Gorgon! Andrew's waste will be left to you to deal with!" No one in the room responded, but the anger on Viscount's face inexplicably eased a lot.

"The so-called ninjas from foreign countries are really useless. They can't even get the Eternal Magic Ball back. I have to send my troops to support them, but they still failed. They are really useless!"
Chapter completed!