Chapter 2916 Mr. Ryan

Under the leadership of the old man, we quickly found the troubadour living alone in a lonely cabin at the end of the town.

The skinny bones of the body, the sunken cheeks and eye sockets, and the yellow and turbid old eyes all make people feel that this is an old man who is dying and will soon return to the God of Creation.

Thinking of this, the Blue Witch and I looked at each other and instantly saw through each other's thoughts - they were very consistent.

The old man waved his right hand and introduced: "This is the famous troubadour, Mr. Ryan."

"Hello, Mr. Ryan," I said with a bow.

The Blue Witch on the side also followed my example and bowed to Mr. Ryan.

The little hunting dog also followed the example of the two of us, bending down and lowering its head in a decent manner.

Mr. Ryan waved his hand, and the old man bowed and left, closing the door behind him.

"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 hound, but I didn't understand which child he was calling.

"Children who come here from a distant planet, come here."

Mr. Ryan waved his hand again.

Oh, it turns out it was me.

"Hello, Mr. Ryan."

I took a step forward and said respectfully.

"Hello, kid," Mr. Ryan bowed his head slightly and returned the greeting.

Before he could ask questions, I took the lead and asked: "Mr. Ryan, how did you know that I am not from the demon world?"

"Because your magic element is too powerful," Mr. Ryan said: "Although all living beings in our demon world are magicians, the magic element contained in most people's bodies is not high. But you are different. You have enough power to be comparable to a magician." Wang Jianghe's amount of magic element reserves is simply a human-shaped magic reserve machine. In the demon world, this kind of situation only exists for the top few people."

"Who are those people?" I asked curiously.

"I heard doubts in your tone, but I don't think you will feel unfamiliar with the answer." Mr. Ryan said slowly in a deep voice: "Apostle, you have heard of this name, right? ?”

"Yes, as you said, I have indeed heard of this name."

"It shouldn't be more than that." Mr. Ryan shook his head again and said, "If you had only heard of their names, you wouldn't have come here. If I guessed correctly, you not only know their names, but you also have something to do with them. friendship."

".You said so much, aren't you afraid that I will silence you?"

"Hehehehe" Mr. Ryan let out a deep laugh: "If you really want to kill me, I won't be able to say that last sentence."

".You are an old man with courage and wisdom."

I was convinced.

"I'm just a dying old man. My courage comes from having nothing to seek, so I am fearless. As for wisdom, as long as I don't spend my whole life wasted, I will be able to understand more or less the true meaning of life when I reach my age."

"Listening to what you have to say is better than ten years of reading. 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 ask."

"Tell me your problem first."

Mr. Ryan leaned forward slightly and whispered.

"Two questions" I said: "First, do you know the naughty Becky? Where is she now? Second question, do you know Xi Lan? Where is he now?"

Mr. Ryan was silent.

He lowered his head, as if he was asleep, but the index fingers of both hands that kept touching his knees proved that he was not in a deep sleep.

I sat cross-legged on the floor, waiting for the old man's answer. The Blue Witch also sat just a fist away from me, holding the little hound in her arms and teasing her.

The little hunting dog was teased by the blue witch and struggled constantly, but fortunately, it was able to observe people's emotions and knew that it shouldn't make any noise at this time, so it suppressed it, but the occasional whine was still unavoidable.

About half an hour later, just when I thought he had fallen asleep, Mr. Ryan suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of light bloomed in his cloudy old eyes: "I know the answer you want."

I was doubtful and said: "Really?"

"Yes." Mr. Ryan nodded slightly and said, "One is the granddaughter of the apostle, and the other is a man who came to avenge his beloved."

"You really know!" I was surprised, then I bowed respectfully and said, "Please tell me your request."

"Request, um. I only have one request." Mr. Ryan stretched out his left index finger and said slowly: "Kill all the thieves around this town."

Upon hearing this request, the blue witch stopped rubbing the little hound's head, raised her head, and said happily: "Okay."

However, Mr. Ryan did not react to the Blue Witch's promise. Instead, he looked at me quietly, waiting for my answer.

"Can you tell me their strength?" I asked.

"I only know part of it," Mr. Ryan said.

Then, he gave me a rough analysis of the strength of the thieves group entrenched around the town.

Most of the thieves groups entrenched around the town are of average strength. They are the kind that can be defeated as long as they have the power of transformation, but the process will definitely be very difficult. After all, there are many people and it is a home battle. But as long as Be careful, and if you plan well, you won't lose your life.

But there are four thieves groups that are relatively powerful. Not only are they numerous, but they also have many members who have reached the level of the power of transformation. It is even said that there are guys far beyond the level of the power of transformation who are also involved. I I guess it is roughly equivalent to the level of national power.

Except for apostles and some top combat powers, it would probably be difficult to eliminate a strong man of this level.

"Thank you for letting me know." I bowed and said.

"Don't be brave." When I was leaving, Mr. Ryan suddenly stopped me and gave me a message, saying: "Although you are powerful, you are not yet at the level where you can crush them with your strength. Remember to plan before you act."

I bowed again and quickly exited the cabin.

After closing the door, the blue witch asked me: "When are you going?"

"It's just for these few days," I said, "but you and it have to stay here."

"Why?" The blue witch looked puzzled.

"This is my business and has nothing to do with you."

"But I am your friend," the blue witch said with a matter-of-fact expression, "Friends should help each other!"

"It's precisely because you are my friend that I won't let you go." I sighed and said, "I don't want to lose the friends I just made."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" the blue witch pouted and said displeasedly: "What do you mean by losing a friend you just made? Do you expect me to die? Or do you think that because of my strength, I can only die?"