After an eye-opening experience in the trade market, I finally came to my senses and called a boat. With a shout, the boatman standing at the stern slowly shook the oar. The boat broke through the calm water and sailed in a very leisurely manner.

Moving forward at speed, an endless stream of boats passed by, the boatmen greeted each other enthusiastically, and the boat passengers looked at each other with interest, or looked at the ripples on the water in a trance, that simple and plain feeling

The rhythm of the place makes people feel calm unconsciously.

The boat passed through criss-crossed waterways and crossed several lakes. After about three or two hours, it finally stopped on a platform. Adventurers constantly coming and going on it proved that this was indeed the central area and paid their money.

After that, while walking slowly on the platform, I took out the animal skin scroll that Akara gave me.

Well, first find an old man named Omus. He is one of the leaders of the Adventurer Alliance in Kurast. It is best to meet him first. Of course, Kane's cousin Thorne is also an adventurer.

One of the leaders of the Players Alliance, he will provide you with some help during your time in Kurast.

Then again, the Kane family is really everywhere.

I decided to go to the old man named Ormus first. It may be rude to say this, but Thorne should look the same as Kane, just like a supporting character in some RPG games with insufficient funds.

The only way to distinguish them is the name above their head.

With the guidance of a kind person, I quickly found one of the people in charge, but I couldn't immediately muster up the courage to go up and say hello. How should I put it, this old man from Omas looked like, uh...

..., so unique.

First of all, there is nothing surprising about the bronze skin, and the tall and thin figure is understandable. However, coupled with the weird robe, and holding a weird long staff in his hand, it is bare and round.

His head. Even his eyebrows were shaved off.

Please let me tell you my opinion in one breath - he looks very Indian, and he is a fanatical Indian who has joined a strange religious organization...

Well, standing was not an option. I took a few deep breaths and finally gathered the courage to walk up and was about to speak.

"You are talking to Omus now."

Comrade Ah San, as if he had a pair of eyes behind him, suddenly turned around and spoke before me.

"I know. I'm Aka..." Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Is this warrior interested in joining a strange organization?"

He held the crutch in his hand - it was carved with strange patterns, the head of the stick was like a flat half-burning sun, then he opened his hands and said with a pious attitude.

"No way, go back and suggest that Akara change the person in charge." I muttered, turned around and left.

"Boy, you really don't have any sense of humor."

A big bronze hand grabbed the shoulder. Omus's voice came.

"Don't make such bad jokes on strangers you've never met."

I shook off the hand on my shoulder and turned around to look helplessly at this old man with vulgar and evil taste.

"Hey, I originally thought that if he was a funny young man, I would let him directly pass the test of using teleportation. I was really disappointed..."

"..." Speechless.

"……"silence.

"In that case, you must also know my identity." I said through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to rush forward and beat up this damn Indian Asan.

"That's right."

"Then do you still need Akara's Codex?"

"Of course, maybe you are a projection, oh blah blah blah..." The old man said a cold joke that he thought was funny. Then he let out an extremely harsh and unpleasant laugh.

I silently handed the animal skin scroll that Akara entrusted to me to Omus, and decided to talk less and keep a distance from this old man with vulgar taste.

After taking the scroll, Omus only glanced at it, as if he was doing it perfunctorily, then put the scroll away and inserted it into the strap behind his butt.

"Okay, I have received the things. Welcome, Druid Wu Fan - our little elder, oh!! Are you sure you don't want to join our organization? As long as you join us, you can learn your best skills for free.

People who hate you, are you really not interested in the ultimate horror magic that can cause death by cursing people from thousands of miles away?"

Curse the other party to death from thousands of miles away? Is it some new profession or skill? I have already changed my profession to Druid, can I still learn it? When I heard what Omus said, I immediately became interested, but I was unfamiliar with his previous "strange"

The statement "organization" is still somewhat cautious.

"Oh. It's so magical. Can you explain it to me first?"

"This is simple." Seeing my desire to join, Omas suddenly became excited and quickly took out a scarecrow from somewhere.

"Did you see it? This is not an ordinary scarecrow, but a scarecrow made of dried straw..."

"..."

Can you tell me what the difference is between this and an ordinary scarecrow?

"Then..." Omus licked his dry lips and continued excitedly.

"Just get a part of the body of the person you want to curse, such as hair, and of course, the heart..."

He even got the heart and still cursed.

"Put it into the scarecrow first, and then do this..."

The more he talked, the more energetic he became. He fixed the scarecrow on the wall, took out a nail and a hammer, and drove the nail fiercely into the scarecrow, then continued to gnash his teeth and hit it with the hammer in a ferocious manner.

"If you persist like this, your enemy will one day be cursed to death by you, but one thing to note is that you must be exactly a thousand miles away from your enemy, not even a centimeter more or less.

"

After driving the nail three points in, Omas seemed to have accomplished something extremely difficult. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and showed a "refreshing and sunny" smile after "intense exercise".

With a "swish" sound, a basin of water fell from the sky, dousing the cool Omas, and then a head appeared from the window above and cursed loudly.

"Omas, you old madman, how many times have I told you not to hammer nails into the wall of my hotel? Don't you understand human language?"

"..."

I was really an idiot for believing what he said. I went back and suggested that Akara change the person in charge, and I turned around and left.

"Wait, little elder, don't be like this? I was just joking, don't you think it's funny? Has the fatigue of the journey been relieved a lot? Oh, ba ba ba ba..." Omus, who was all wet, hurriedly

He stopped me and laughed strangely.

"Hey, don't worry, don't worry, I'm just going to talk about serious things, just talk about it."

Seeing that I didn't stop, Omas quickly stopped laughing and kept saying.
Chapter completed!