"What do you think of that guy? Why are he black eyes?"

In the border town of Wulu Town, a group of residents watched a man dressed in a foreigner and whispered.

"Black eyes, this must be the incarnation of the devil! Black has always been the color of the devil!" An old man wearing canvas work pants and hunched his back and said hoarsely.

This foreigner was wearing a dirty and weird outfit full of mud, and his robe was torn and ragged, as if he had not been in contact with civilization for a long time.

The dusty hat covered the head but could not cover the dark eyes.

A half green stone hung on the chest of a foreigner, which did not look like a necklace or a pendant, and looked inappropriate.

The foreigner turned around and looked at the old man, then raised his middle finger, but did not speak.

Others passing by were a little curious about this foreigner, but were not afraid, and took the old man's words just now as a warning.

Now that the Empire advocates abandoning superstition, not many people believe in those outrageous fictional stories, technology is productivity!

The outsiders did not stop too much, and walked along the muddy path towards the east side of the town, where the mayor was located.

Along the way, although the residents were muttering in a low voice, no one said anything more to such an unusually handsome foreigner. It was not because they were still anxious to make money.

The foreigner walked all the way to the mayor's town government. The two security guards in blue uniforms guarded at the gate saw the weird guy with caution behind him and shouted loudly: "Stop! Don't keep getting close, take off your hat!"

The foreigner looked as usual. He took off his hat and exposed his dark hair. He took out a letter from the torn clothes, and said in a somewhat stiff and unstandard way: "Leave it to the mayor."

Passers-by in the distance couldn't help but talk: "The hair is also black? Which country is this from?"

The strong security guard on the left was a little cautious. He took the letter and looked down. It was written in neat font with the name of the writer: William Sabo.

"It's Master Sabo!" The two of them were a little shocked.

Master Sabo is a famous sculptor in the empire. I heard that many nobles from the prosperous areas of the empire came here to collect Master Sabo's sculptures.

However, I heard that the master is introverted and has had few interactions with the outside world over the years, so few of those great nobles have come.

"Who are you from Master Sabo?" The strong security guard did not give up his vigilance against this strange foreigner.

The foreigner said: "My name is Evan, and I am Master Sabo's friend. You tell the mayor that the matter he commissioned Master Sabo has already achieved results."

The strong security guard was skeptical, and his eyes under his thick golden hair looked around Evan again: "You are waiting here, don't get close."

As he said that, he turned around and walked in quickly.

After the strong man left, another big bearded security guard asked tentatively: "Why are your eyes and hair black?"

Evan asked back: "Why are your eyes green?"

The security guard was stunned: "I... don't know, but everyone has this color."

"Then I also saw blue hair, chestnut hair, and red hair. Why are there any problems with my black hair?" As he said, Evan raised his dark eyebrows.

When the security guard heard that he scratched his chaotic beard, he blinked and said, "It seems that there is no problem."

"Right, those villagers have little knowledge. I don't think you are like an ordinary person. Whether it is your sharp eyes or your wisdom, you can make me feel your knowledge and wisdom."

After hearing this, the security guard felt relieved. He had never been praised like this since he was a child. So he grinned and showed his yellow teeth caused by smoking for many years and said, "Even! You are really too insightful. Indeed, those people who care about your hair and eyes are ignorant and short-sighted guys!"

Evan said with a smile: "It's not a waste of my trip to meet a wise man like you."

While the two were talking, the sturdy security guard who went in to report rushed back quickly: "Master, please come in."

Evan patted the bearded man on the shoulder and walked in with a smile.

The strong security guard looked at the bearded man's smile and asked tentatively: "What's wrong? Did he use witchcraft on you?"

The bearded man immediately retorted: "Bah! You have just been witchcraft! A shallow and stupid guy, you have no idea how wise and keen Mr. Evan is good at discovering treasures and talents that you mortals cannot find."

The brawny security guard was stunned when he heard this. After only a few minutes of walking, why did he become like this?

The mayor's office is not complicated. You can walk straight along the road and you can see a hall after opening the door.

In this hall, the public officials inside were sorting out information and handling matters in the town.

After Evan, who was dressed in rags and looked weird, walked in, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The young man wearing a dark blue uniform said, "The mayor is waiting for you."

As he said that, he led Evan to the second floor.

When I walked to a straight corridor on both sides of the second floor, I looked at the corrosion of the walls and window frames, and after all, the house had a lifespan of more than 30 years.

After scanning his eyes roughly and making sure that he wouldn't break his legs after jumping out of the window, Evan followed the young man into the second door on the left.

After knocking on the door, Evan pushed open the door. He did not go in rashly. He swept his eyes and made sure there was no one else in the room. There was only one mayor who looked about sixty years old, and then strode in.

The house is not big, only thirty square meters. The window behind the mayor can clearly see the trees outside, and it is safer to jump out from there.

"Are you...Mr. Evan?" The old mayor held up the reading glasses on his nose and made an old voice.

Evan nodded: "It's me, hello, Mr. Mayor."

The old mayor held the letter, and Evan clearly saw his hands trembling.

"Has the puzzle of the statue been solved?"

"Sorry, Master Sabo's wisdom cannot be cracked. This monster does not seem to exist in this world, and all historical materials are not recorded."

Evan walked over and took out a strangely shaped statue from his ragged pocket.

The statue's fist size is, and the overall appearance is a strange orange-red color. Its general appearance seems to be a strong bull.

The bull's strong muscles rolled up around his body like flames, but his head was not a bull's head, but a huge, weird-looking head.

The head is larger than the body. It looks like an eyeless and flesh-and-blooded skull with seven horns on the top of the head, which gives people an indescribable evil and weirdness.

The old mayor took the statue with trembling hands and sighed: "Don't even the master know the origin of this thing?"

Evan looked at the old mayor's excited look, and he could even foresee the disaster caused by this statue, but he didn't want to cause trouble now, just wanted to get his reward.

At this time, the old mayor put down the statue and looked at Evan and asked enthusiastically: "I heard from Master Sabo, do you have special knowledge in this regard?"

Hearing this, Evan's expression froze and cursed in his heart: "This old guy who is full of train running!"

Then, Evan shook his head and said, "I'm not, I don't. I'm just a theosophical enthusiast who only knows some fur. Just play with it, don't get me wrong."

The old mayor said oh, turned around and took out a strange black stone from the drawer.

When Evan saw this, his eyes lit up. This was his purpose of traversing mountains and rivers this time.

The old mayor said: "This flaming black crystal is of no use in industry, but it is a very valuable material in the theology. I wonder what Mr. Evan plans to ask for this thing?"

"I prefer special ores, which are purely personal hobbies." Evan said, reaching out to take the stone.

But unexpectedly, the old town mayor retreated and seemed to have no intention of handing it over to him.

"What do you mean?" Evan asked, grabbing his hand.

The old mayor said seriously: "Mr. Evan, you need to agree to my request so that I can give you this stone."
Chapter completed!