Chapter 94: Joining an Adventurer's Party

  When Xilang heard Ma Lian's affirmative answer, he didn't care about the joking tone and just nodded his head. He lowered his head to look at the dagger in his hand, holding it with both hands, looking very hesitant. Suddenly, Tian Zhen pointed under the stool of Ma Lian and said: "Whose gold coin is this? It's so big and shiny!"

  The man with the horse face didn't take a child to heart, and thought the child was going to divert the topic, and really wanted to pick up a gold coin. As soon as he lowered his head, he felt a chill pierce into his heart. Then he raised his head, and the child was still standing there, with the dagger in his hand already gone.

  The whole tavern fell silent. Everyone stared at the chest of the horse-faced man, as if he had suddenly revealed a deep cleavage like that of a kingdom princess.

  The horse-faced man looked down at his chest with a mixture of incredulity and bewilderment.

  That dagger was shining brightly stuck in his own chest. Seeing this, the horse-faced man's face turned white instantly.

  However, what relieved him was that a 40-year-old middle-aged man grabbed the center of the dagger with one hand, causing the dagger to only penetrate 3 centimeters, only inflicting a flesh wound on him without causing fatal injury.

  The old man gave him a glance, turned around and walked away, sat back in his original position, and patted the child's head as he left.

  The horse-faced man finally reacted to what had happened and suddenly became furious, taking a step forward and grabbing Xiao Xi Lang's collar, pulling him up and saying: "You son of a bitch, you actually dared to try to kill me?! Watch me not kill you!"

  Then he was stunned again, and when he lowered his head to look, his soul flew away. He only saw the child kicking the dagger on his chest with his foot, still determined to insert the dagger into his heart, making him die more thoroughly.

  "Ah!" The horse-faced man threw the child to the ground in terror, jumped back several steps as if he had seen a ghost, then gritted his teeth, scrunched up his face, and wailed like a ghost, pulling the dagger out of his own chest.

  The dagger entered the flesh 5 centimeters deep, and with a little more insertion, it would have taken his life.

  "Little rabbit! I'm going to kill you!" The horse-faced man shouted in pain.

  "I didn't kill you, so doesn't your squad want me anymore?" Xiao Xi Lang still looked like a little kid, asking with a wronged and serious expression.

  His eyes seemed to exude a demonic aura once again, with his blue pupils being deep and terrifying.

  The horse-faced man stared blankly as the child said this, and inadvertently looked into his eyes, seeming to understand something. Suddenly he became afraid, muttering non-stop: "Crazy! This kid is crazy!" After saying that, he dodged around the child, brushing against the edge of the bar, and fled in a flash.

  Xi Lang hung his head in despair and muttered: "Failed again..."

  Everyone else in the tavern wore an expression of utter incredulity, with many sporting a look as if they had just been awoken from sleep to find a venomous snake under their bed.

  Only that thin old man in his 40s remained unmoved, still eating his spicy potatoes and drinking beer, looking very calm.

  A red-haired maid still calmly put on food and drinks, took away the bowls that had been eaten. The red-haired maid wore ordinary maid clothes, but had a proud figure, with extremely beautiful curves, full breasts and buttocks, and a waist with rich elasticity, owning devil-like curves, and a pair of long legs brought her endless temptation.

  The old man praised: "Tika, your family's spicy potato is still so delicious, it really lives up to its reputation as an old brand."

  The red-haired maid proudly said, "Of course. Uncle, you're still so lustful." After finishing speaking, a flat-bottomed pan suddenly flew from somewhere and was held by Tika, directly smashing onto the old man's face.

  It was only then that people noticed that the old man's hand had somehow landed on the maid's buttocks, and was now trembling.

  Xī Lǎng raised his head and looked around.

  Of course, I also noticed that little old man.

  He also recalled that when he stabbed out with the dagger, he had used all his strength and his speed was very fast. However, unexpectedly, the old man's movements were extremely quick, and at the moment he struck, the old man was still sitting at a distant table, but by the time he stabbed into the horse-faced man's chest, the old man had already arrived in front of him, and with two fingers, he stopped his dagger.

  He's a formidable guy, Xi Lang determined in his heart.

  Xilang calmly walked over and stood in front of the old man, looking at him carefully.

  The little old man was rubbing his face, which had been flattened by a frying pan, with an embarrassed expression.

  He is not tall, with a face that has been weathered by the wind and frost, wearing green clothes, a pair of boots that have walked many miles, a bow with slackened strings placed to one side, and a quiver of arrows that appear to be of high quality.

  The old man felt Xiran approaching him, raised his head and looked at Xiran too.

  "You're a vagabond," Xiran said. Even asking was a judgment.

  "Not bad, I'm a wandering knight." The old man seemed to have some interest and looked at Xiran.

  "You're amazing, do you have an adventure team?" Xiran seemed to regain some vitality and asked with hope. The old man hesitated for a moment and said: "I am a member of an adventure team, but I am not the captain."

  Hearing him say that, the young Xilang seemed to have ignited hope and took another step closer, asking: "Then can you take me in? I'm willing to do anything!"

  The old man looked him up and down, saying: "Youngster, I can understand that you have fantasies, but believe me, a normal life is what suits you best. Study hard, whether you become a farmer or a small merchant in the future, it's all better than being an adventurer."

  Xī Lǎng's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said: "I... I can no longer live a normal life... Sorry, I won't tell you why, but I really can't live a normal life anymore..."

  The old man chewed the food in his mouth, swallowed it down, and took another sip of barley wine.

  "What's your name?" he asked.

  "My name is Xilang... I don't have a surname..." Xilang replied.

  "No surname? I see. Looks like you're quite determined." The old man tapped his fingers on the table subconsciously and continued, "In that case, I'll take your place as a substitute for my captain, as an apprentice member of the adventure team, to learn the skills of a ranger with me. How about it? By the way, I forgot to tell you, I'm Lin Ya."

  The other adventurers in the tavern erupted into a commotion when they heard the old man say that he was Lin Ya.

  "Lin Ya!! It's actually Lin Ya! The most famous wandering knight in this region! Heaven! He's actually come to our humble little place!" The idle people in the tavern began to buzz with discussion.

  "Really! Lin Ya, his rank is about to reach level 10 soon. Even when the Baron hired him as a patrol captain, he refused to go! He's an amazing guy!" Another person continued.

  It seemed that he had heard the whispers of the people around him, and Xiran's pale white face also became excited, becoming even more flushed. He immediately nodded enthusiastically and replied: "Yeah!"

  Lin Ya let out a sigh and said: "Since you've already decided to join our party, go back and tell your mom that you're leaving home to go on an adventure."

  Xilang's expression became strange, here, the feelings of Gua and Xilang merged together, he calmly said: "Now I am the pillar of the family, I will take mom away."

  Ling Ya looked at him with some surprise, then calmly said: "Oh, no wonder you insisted on becoming an adventurer. But you should know that adventurers are called adventurers because they will encounter many life-and-death situations, and if they're not careful, they'll die. Successful adventurers are always in the minority."

  Xī Lǎng squeezed his fists and said firmly: "I have a reason for being immortal, I believe that no matter what the situation is, I will not die easily."

  Looking at Xiran's cold and fanatical face, Lin Ya fell silent for a moment, nodded, and formally accepted Xiran as his own apprentice.

  Then, Xi Lang and Lin Ya left the tavern. After they understood each other, they began to teach the basics of being a wandering knight.

  Lin Ya had been living in seclusion somewhere nearby, having retired from his adventuring career six years ago to live off the money he made in his youth as a small farm owner. Until recently, when the son of his old retired party leader wrote to him, wanting to rebuild the adventure party and inviting him to come out of retirement, offering him the position of vice-party leader.

  Unable to hold back, he re-emerged and waited in the town for the old captain's son to pass by, then joined the team. Seeing that the second generation of others had already come out to mix, but he was alone, with no one to inherit his skills, this was also an important reason why he accepted Xilan as his apprentice.

  Xī Lǎng has a foundation of demonic blood, his physical quality is better than that of ordinary children, although he is not a genius swordsman, he learns very quickly.

  In the process, Lin Ya also met Xi Lang's mother. Although Xi Lang's mother has now recovered normally, her spirit is not good, and sometimes she will unconsciously fall into deep thought, even forgetting that the pot is boiling over.

  It can be seen that she is now also struggling psychologically and feeling very lost.

  As a mid-ranking priestess of the sun god, she was defiled by a demon from the icy hells and gave birth to a child. Because this child was fully human in form, she nurtured it with her innate maternal instincts, making concessions and compromises, only to discover at a critical moment that the child indeed had demonic blood and was an abomination.

  The constant collision and entanglement between the roles of her child's mother and the lost pastor have made her suffer unbearably.

  Xi Lang is also careful not to touch his mother's struggles and entanglements, playing the role of a well-behaved and sensible child with correct three views.

  Every time his mother looked at him silently, Xiran's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.