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Chapter 6： Berlin

The nearest town to Bayek was called Dudu, a relatively prosperous town with almost every facility, including schools, town halls, police stations, factories, etc.

All sorts of carriages and people dressed in classically recognisable clothes passed through the streets, and the Gothic-style buildings on either side made Glenn, who had just entered, feel a little dizzy.

Compared to the city of Bayek, this place seemed like another world.

Even though he had all these pictures from the memories of the original owner, the personal experience was a different feeling.

There seem to be more people here today than usual? Has something happened? Glenn, who had adapted quickly, noticed the difference but didn't find it too strange because he had memories of this happening a few times.

Usually there was a circus or some kind of festival, but Glenn wasn't interested.

He bought a bit of food from each of the vegetable stalls and only had two coins left in his pocket.

I have to think of a way to get some money... With his purchases in his arms, Glenn walked back the way he had come.

Suddenly he reached out and caught a young man who was about to fall.

Thank you, sir,' the young man said sincerely.

Glenn nodded slightly.

Then another young man's voice came from the side: 'Myer, there's no need to hurry. Boring is right there, you'll see him sooner or later.

Glenn looked sideways and saw five young people approaching with smiles on their faces. There were three boys and two girls, and the one who had just spoken was a taller teenager.

This is the great knight who once defeated a third-level vampire. I've only heard about it from my teacher. Don't you all want to meet him?

The blonde girl looked at the other five apologetically and explained.

You should be careful though. It wouldn't be good if you got hurt...'

The six people walked away quickly, their voices fading into the crowd.

These people Glenn knew, no, it should be Dylan who knew them, but they didn't know Dylan, and they met occasionally when they came and went in this small town.

The reason they paid attention to them was simply because the two young girls among the six were very beautiful and had made a deep impression on the original owner.

If his father were still alive and the family were rich, he would have followed them.

But the original owner no longer had the pride he once had, and was left with nothing but deep inferiority.

Knight Berin the Great? Is this person the cause of all the excitement today? The original owner has no opinion of him either. Never mind, it's none of my business... Glen clutched the object in his arms and walked on.

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Wearing shiny silver iron armour and a red cloak with a gold filigree pattern, his face was solemn and dignified, giving a sense of profound depth.

This was how Myer felt when he saw Berrin for the first time. She was slightly different from what he had imagined, but not too different.

Berrin was riding alone on a silver-armoured white horse, with two neat rows of knight-soldiers below him.

The two knights at the front held high banners, symbols of the kingdom's will, which fluttered in the wind.

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the townspeople and the admiring words of the girls, Berrin's procession marched at an orderly pace to the resting place the mayor had arranged for them.

Dea Mera, look, this must be the great sword of Ryles the teacher told us about. It's so beautiful! And this, it must be the Lance of the White Lion with the power to exorcise demons...'

Mair excitedly pulled the taller boy beside him and pointed to the large sword behind Berin and the twin pistols at his waist.

You don't have to tell us, of course we know. The teacher didn't just tell you the legends of Berin, we grew up listening to his stories too. Today we finally get to see the real man, and he really does look so powerful!

Dea Meira was also a bit excited. For teenagers her age, these heroic and generally charismatic figures were naturally attractive.

I want to be like Berlin one day!

said one of the chubby, red-haired teenagers.

You'd better start thinking about how you're going to cope with your teacher's exam in a few days' time, Pock!

said the pretty girl with the wide-brimmed floppy hat, blonde hair and sharp features, laughing.

Her friends burst out laughing.

Pernas, stop it, you're ruining my good mood...' the red-haired teenager scolded, scratching his head.

The laughter of the others grew louder.

OK, stop teasing Pock, he's trying really hard already.

Seeing the redheaded teenager blush, another young girl with long brown hair and an equally sweet and pretty face quickly stopped the others.

The boys also stopped their teasing in time, and Poke looked gratefully at the brown-haired girl, 'Thank you, Leila.

The girl gave a small smile and said, "Prepare well, you will pass the teacher's exam.

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At the Knight Inn of Dudetown, Berlyn's entire team stopped here, and the enthusiastic townspeople were kept at bay by the police so as not to disturb the Knights' rest.

The mayor of the town, an old man with white hair and a white beard, was dressed in decent clothes and looked at Berlyn, who had dismounted, smiling and walking forward.

My Lord Berlyn, we have prepared a room for you, this way please.

Berlyn nodded and said, 'Don't bother, we'll only be here for a few days, and we'll also see if there's any trace of the two werewolves we're looking for, there are more important things upstairs.

The mayor's face changed, showing a little panic, 'Lord Bolin, will the werewolves appear here? Please see to the safety of the townspeople as well, my lord.

There is no need to worry, Mayor, these two werewolves are only low-level werewolves with a thin bloodline, and they are of limited harm to you. Even if we don't find them, you'll only need a few policemen and weapons to deal with them if you encounter them.

Bolin's voice was calm, giving the people a great sense of security.

After hearing this, the mayor's face looked a little better.

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Walking back to the small town of Bayek, Glenn pondered over his meal, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

As the road grew more remote, he encountered fewer and fewer passers-by until he spotted an unfamiliar figure in the distance.

Glenn slowed down and kept his eyes on the figure.

Could it be another monster? Glenn remained calm and approached slowly.

As the figure became clearer, Glenn began to see and smell a familiar scent.

It was a man dressed in grey-black hemp clothes and wearing a strange turban. He had a dark complexion, deep dark circles under his eyes and an expressionless face, giving the impression of a serious and unemotional person.

The familiar scent Glenn sensed came from the small town of Byerke. He suspected that this man was also a resident of the town, but he had never met him before.

The man in front of him was standing sideways to Glenn, holding a bag in his left hand, which meant he had also been shopping. There was also a figure at his feet, lying in the weeds, which Glenn could only see when he got closer.

Sir, do you also live in Bayek?' Glenn asked cautiously.

The man tilted his head and looked at Glenn, nodding expressionlessly.

He's not one to talk... Glenn was silent for a moment, looked at the unconscious figure on the ground and then whispered, 'Did you kill him?

The man shook his head.

What's going on here? Glenn was confused.