Chapter 2916: Mr. Ryan

Under the leadership of the old man, we quickly found the troubadour who lived alone in a lonely wooden cabin at the end of the town.
The skinny bones, sunken cheeks and eye sockets, and the yellow and muddy old eyes, all make people feel that this is an old man who is dying, and will soon return to the of creation.
Thinking of this, the Blue Witch and I looked at each other, and instantly saw through each other's thoughts—very consistent.
The old man waved his right hand and introduced: "This is the famous troubadour, Mr. Ryan."
"Hello, Mr. Ryan" I bowed and said.
The blue witch on the side also followed my example and bowed to Mr. Ryan.
The little terrier also bends down and bows his head in the same way as us.
Mr. Ryan waved his hand, and the old man bowed and left, closing the door in passing.
"Child, come here" Mr. Ryan waved his hand.
I looked at the Blue Witch with a question mark on my face, and then at the little terrier, not knowing which child he called.
"Children who came from a distant planet, come here."
Mr. Ryan waved his hand again.
Oh, it was me.
"Hello, Mr. Ryan."
I took a step forward, respectfully.
"Hello, boy" Mr. Ryan bowed his head slightly and replied.
Without waiting for him to ask questions, I first asked: "Mr. Ryan, how did you know that I am not from the devil?"
"Because your magical elements are too majestic" Mr. Ryan said: "Although everyone in my demon world is a magician, most of the magical elements contained in their bodies are not high, and you are different, you have enough to be comparable. Wang Jianghe’s quantity of magic element reserves is simply a humanoid magic reserve machine. This situation exists in the Demon Realm and only exists in the top few people."
"Those people...who are they?" I wondered.
"I heard the doubt in your tone, but I don't think you are unfamiliar with the answer" Mr. Ryan said slowly in a low voice: "Apostle, this name, you have heard of it, right? ?"
"Yes, as you said, I have indeed heard of this name."
"No...it should be more than that." Mr. Ryan shook his head again, and said: "If you only heard the name, you would not come here. If I guessed correctly, you not only know their names. , I have some friendship with them."
"...You said so much, are you not afraid that I will stop talking?"
"Ha ha ha ha" Mr. Ryan let out a deep laugh: "If you really want to kill me, I won't be able to say the last sentence."
"...You are an old man with courage and wisdom."
I am convinced.
"I'm just a dying old man. The courage is because there is nothing to ask for, so I am fearless. As for wisdom, as long as I don't spend my entire life, I can understand the true meaning of life at my age."
"Listening to you is better than reading for ten years, but unfortunately, grandpa, I have something to ask you."
"You should have heard about me, right?"
"Yes" I nodded and said, "If you have any requests, just say it."
"Tell your question first."
Mr. Ryan leaned forward slightly and said in a low voice.
"Two questions" I said: "The first, do you know the naughty Becky? Where is she now? The second question, do you know Xilan? Where is he now?"
Mr. Ryan was silent.
He lowered his head as if he was asleep, but the constant movement of his hands and index fingers on his knees proved that he was not asleep.
I sat cross-legged on the floor, waiting for the old man's answer, the Blue Witch also sat in a position just separated from me, holding the little terrier in her arms and teasing.
The little terrier was constantly struggling because of the blue witch teasing, but fortunately, it was quite capable of observing words and expressions. Knowing that it shouldn't make a sound at this time, so he forcibly resisted it, but the occasional whining was still inevitable.
In the past half an hour, just when I thought he was asleep, Mr. Ryan suddenly raised his head, a gleam of brilliance in his cloudy old eyes: "I know the answer you want."
I doubted: "Really?"
"Yes" Mr. Ryan nodded slightly and said, "One is the apostle's granddaughter, and the other is a man who has come to avenge his beloved."
"You really know it!" I was surprised, and then respectfully saluted, "Please state your request."
"Request, um...I have only one request." Mr. Ryan stretched out his left index finger and slowly said, "Kill all the bandits around this town."
Upon hearing this request, the blue witch rubbing the terrier's head stopped, raised her head, and said happily, "Yes."
However, Mr. Ryan did not respond to the promise of the Blue Witch. Instead, he looked at me quietly, waiting for my answer.
"Can you tell me their strength?" I asked.
"I only know part" Mr. Ryan said.
Afterwards, he gave me a rough analysis of the strength of the band of thieves entrenched around the town.
Most thieves entrenched around the town are of average strength. They belong to the kind that can be defeated as long as they have the power to fade, but the process will definitely be difficult. If you plan carefully, you won’t lose your life.
However, there are four bands of thieves that are relatively powerful. Not only are they crowded and powerful, but there are also many members who have reached the level of Fade Power. It is even said that there are guys far beyond the level of Fade Power. Guess it is equivalent to the existence of national power level.
A powerhouse of this level, with the exception of the apostle and some top combat powers, is probably difficult to eliminate.
"Thanks for telling me," I bowed and said.
"Don't be aggressive." When I was parting, Mr. Ryan suddenly stopped me and gave me a word, saying: "Although you are strong, you still haven't reached the point where you can crush them with your strength. Remember to plan to move later."
Bowing to salute again, I quickly withdrew from the wooden house.
Closing the door, the blue witch asked me, "When will I go?"
"Just these few days" I said: "But you and it have to stay here."
"Why?" The Blue Witch looked puzzled.
"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you."
"But I am your friend" The Blue Witch said with a natural expression, "Friends should help each other!"
"Because you are my friend, I won't let you go." I sighed and said, "I don't want to just lose the friend I just made."
"What nonsense!" The Blue Witch pursed her lips unhappily. "What do you mean by losing the friend you just made? Do you expect me to die? Or do you think I can only die with my strength?"
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