I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Li Wei hurried away.

Roger is the only one left in Sen Luo Farm.

in the next few days.

He also heard rumors about "the Boneyard is about to invade" from different channels.

There are various versions.

And the more it spreads, the more mysterious it becomes.

Some claim to have seen a dragon with skeletal wings near the Charcoal Inn.

Some hunters also came out of the forest and said that they saw bone giants as tall as mountains.

For a time there were different opinions.

The people in the manor who had just settled down became panicky again.

For this kind of thing.

Roger could only curse secretly.

Why is it calm when I'm not around, and all kinds of ghosts and monsters appear when I come back?

He also tried to go to Dawn Town to inquire about information.

But the martial law in Shuguang Town is severe.

He didn't see Freya, and he couldn't find another way.

Even Li Wei was gone, and he didn't know where he was transferred.

at this time.

The position of Sen Luo Farm became awkward.

This place is located in the southwest of Dawn Town, not far from the border with Boneyard.

If war does break out.

Then Sen Luo Farm must bear the brunt of it!

Although Roger is not afraid of those skeletons, he has to guard against them.

So these days, he has been strengthening the defense of the farm.

Fortunately, the title of "Master Roger" is still somewhat thin in the manor.

In this slightly chaotic moment, he still hired a dozen people to help.

In this way, the efficiency will be much faster.

a week later.

Roger succeeded in digging a deep trench to the west of the farm.

A temporary wall was erected over the trench.

Not too high, but strong enough.

These facilities certainly cannot stop the invasion of the skeleton army.

What Roger liked was their delaying effect.

As long as he gave enough reaction time, he didn't think his farm would become a breakthrough for the skeleton army.

If the group of skeletons didn't know what to do, it really annoyed him.

I'm afraid that no matter how many necromancers there are in the Boneyard, Roger won't be able to kill them.

This is the self-confidence of the extraordinary.

...

Noon two days later.

East of the farm.

The original wasteland is now surrounded by a high fence, leaving only one door for entry and exit.

A dozen dummies stood inside the fence.

Each dummy is hung with a string of wind chimes.

When the breeze blows, the wind chime will make a series of sounds.

Roger, dressed in plain clothes, opened the door and walked in.

In his hand he carried a large cage and six black bags.

There are twelve alive and kicking rabbits in the big cage.

Roger put the cage in one corner and let them out.

The rabbits ran out in a panic.

They scurry about inside the fence.

Roger closed his eyes silently, and took out a stone from the black bag and held it in his palm.

The sound of wind chimes and the footsteps of rabbits can be heard next to my ears.

Expertise: Listening and identifying positions!

In a moment.

There seemed to be an extra black and white map in his mind.

The fleeing black dots drew balls of wool on the map.

Whoosh!

A stone was thrown by Roger.

Unfortunately, the sound of hitting the target was not heard.

The rabbits ran more vigorously.

Occasionally they bump into the dummies, prompting the chimes to make louder noises.

This undoubtedly increases the difficulty of hitting.

Undeterred, Roger continued to throw.

The hit rate of throwing stones with empty hands is very low, probably less than 30%.

After quickly throwing away three bags of stones.

Roger took out the "little thumb" slingshot from his arms again.

next second.

He draws the bow and shoots!

Puff.

A rabbit that was running happily was hit in the head just like that, and died on the spot.

Roger kept up the good work.

Several more stones popped out in a row.

This time the hit rate has improved a lot.

Hit five out of eight times.

Roger opened his eyes and ran to collect the dead bodies for the rabbits.

"Today's hit rate has increased again."

"But my handwork is still a bit rough."

"Practice more."

In the Xiayin system, hidden weapons are a very profound knowledge.

Roger is preparing for later skills and specialties.

Although in terms of efficiency, doing so is far inferior to spawning monsters and spawning specialties; but the latter is more random, so if you are lucky, you can farm it properly, but if you are less lucky, it is hard to say.

So exercising yourself is also very necessary.

Roger quickly picked up the ten rabbit carcasses from the ground.

Take it back to the kitchen and dispose of it in a while, and today's dinner will be settled, and the excess meat can be made into bacon jerky.

And the remaining two shivering little guys are truly lucky ones.

They will be Roger's medicine rabbits tonight.

As for tomorrow.

Tomorrow, a new batch of rabbits will be sent from Shuguang Town.

Under high price acquisition.

Everyone is willing to give Master Roger a face.

...

Just as Roger was carrying the rabbit to the kitchen, the long-lost sound of hooves approached from far away.

The knight on horseback moved quickly, skillfully led the horse into the stable, and then trotted over.

"Master Roger!"

Li Wei shouted loudly, his expression very relaxed.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Roger stopped and said hello.

"Ah, it's been a while."

There was a trace of apology on Li Wei's face:

"I was temporarily assigned a task, and I went to lie east with Lord Hayward of the Lord's Mansion."

"Hayward?" Roger asked in surprise:

"What about the invasion of skeleton soldiers?"

Li Wei said angrily:

"It's pure nonsense."

"I don't know where the rumors came from, there is no such thing at all!"

"It may be because the lord is not here, everyone is very disturbed."

Seeing the doubts on Roger's face, Li Wei couldn't help explaining:

"Lord Hayward is the weatherman of the Lord's Mansion. This time he went east to observe the situation of the tributaries of the Sera River. He recorded some data, which I don't quite understand. It seems that there are changes in water levels or something."

"He's a nice guy."

Roger nodded slightly, and continued walking with the rabbit in his hand.

Li Wei followed up and coughed:

"Master Roger, I really want to apologize to you."

"Before, before, I really thought..."

Roger almost laughed out loud.

He went into the kitchen and dropped the rabbit on the cutting board.

"It's not necessary."

Roger grabbed a pair of scissors, skillfully cut open the rabbit's mouth, and began to peel the skin.

"So you came here on purpose just to apologize to me?"

"of course not."

Li Wei glanced at the naked rabbit that was quickly stripped, and turned half of his head unnaturally:

"I got the news that the lord is coming back soon!"

"And the first thing he will do when he comes back is to visit you, probably tomorrow. In the evening, someone may come to send a formal greeting card - this is also the trend brought about by Master Alan. Nobody cares about that."

Speaking of which, he was a little excited:

"What an honor it is to have Mrs. Alan pay a visit in person!"

Roger hummed flatly.

Then use a knife to quickly cut off the remaining meat and organs on the rabbit skin, and carefully wash it by throwing the rabbit skin into the clear water bucket next to it.

After washing, Roger hung the rabbit skin under the eaves outside the kitchen.

There, seven or eight ropes are pulled, covered with similar rabbit skins.

This place has less sunlight and good ventilation, which is suitable for drying rabbit skins.

Roger looked.

There are two ropes on which the rabbit fur has been washed several times.

You can start nitrating.

"The tanned rabbit skin is a substitute for ancient bamboo or stubborn stone, and it is an excellent material for writing contracts."

"With enough rabbit fur, the part-time job of "Contractor" can be put on the agenda. "

Roger was concentrating on planning the next step when he suddenly noticed Li Wei's constipated face from the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong?"

he couldn't help asking.

Li Wei scratched his head and asked with some embarrassment:

"Master Roger, have you considered taking sharecroppers?"

Roger froze for a moment, then smiled:

"Someone asked you to inquire?"

Li Wei nodded awkwardly:

"I have known you for a long time. They trust you very much, so they want to move to Senluo Farm."

A sharecropper is a vassal of the farmer.

Not only have to pay rent, but also a large part of the agricultural output.

But in this day and age.

No ordinary person would easily miss the opportunity to find a powerful farmer as a backer.

"Let me think about it."

Roger didn't say anything to death, he grabbed another rabbit and began to skin it.

"By the way, can you peel the skin?"

Unexpectedly, Roger said such a sentence.

...

In the end, the young patrol was still unable to help Master Roger.

He made an excuse that he needed to report his safety after being away from home for many days, and then slipped away as fast as he could.

This made Roger feel very sorry.

I didn't expect such an easy-to-use tool... Oh no, such a motivated young man sometimes steals and plays tricks.

He could only silently do it himself.

One pass operation down.

Looking at the furs hanging under the eaves, Roger was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

in the process of peeling.

He also reached a new milestone.

...

"Accumulate 100 times of perfect skinning, you have obtained a new milestone: skinning master"

"Master of skinning: You are very familiar with the body of beasts, and you can always find a suitable starting point when skinning."

"Corresponding title: Craftsman (finger dexterity +30)"

...

"This title is not bad."

After a moment of hesitation, Roger chose to exchange.

After finishing today's rabbit skin, Roger hastily ate dinner and started tonight's pharmacological deduction.

After successfully sending away the two surviving rabbits with the newly tossed medicine.

Roger washes up and goes to bed with peace of mind.

Another day of orderliness.

Compared with the days of fighting and killing, Roger still prefers this kind of regular life.

The only fly in the ointment is.

It has been a long time since Jonny Turtle appeared on the farm.

Roger missed them so much.

"Wait until next spring at the latest."

"If you don't show up again, you have to consider going to the Sierra River to have a look."

Thinking of this, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

...

the next day.

Roger got up early as usual.

Last night, soldiers from the Lord's Mansion did come to deliver greeting cards - Alan and Freya will come in the afternoon, and he needs to make some preparations.

There was absolutely nothing he could do for dinner, the most he could do was treat Alan to a roast rabbit.

Mainly to get some fruit tea or something like that.

That is to say, in Paramount Manor, if it is replaced by other places, there is no such thing as a visit at all.

But when Roger walked out of the house slowly, he was shocked by the scene in front of him!

On a tributary of the Serra River.

There are fat shadows floating one after another!

He ran over to have a look.

It turned out to be a "subterranean warthog".

"So many warthogs? Where did they come from?"

He ran along the river bank to the Sierra River, and the scene in front of him was extremely strange:

Countless warthogs just floated on the river, drifting silently.

A faint white mist floats in the middle of the river.

As far as the eye can see, the entire Sierra River is covered with dead warthogs!

that moment.

Roger's scalp tingled a little.

...