"Okay, I agree," the transfiguration sounded a little depressed. He kept whirling, transforming into the mayor's appearance in the shield, "I don't think I have to choose, right?"

"Yes, you have no choice," Sebastian replied, "if you don't want to work with us, I will kill you even at the risk of angering your church."

"Hmph," the transformed monster rubbed his shoulders with a cold face, "I think so."

"Okay," he took a moment to repair the wounds we had, then removed the shield and reached out to us, "Since we're on the verge of fighting, let me introduce myself."

"My name is Yuzef," he said, "this is the name of this mayor, and it is also my name. I'm very happy to know you."

"I'm Silas," Sebastian said a pseudonym without changing his expression. "Selas Apophis, I'm glad we've reached a consensus."

"I'm Salay," Savos' name obviously cannot be used here, so I made up a new name, "Salai Noah."

"I'm too lazy to care if your names are real," he turned around and opened the door. "At least I know what to call you, come with me."

He walked out of the library and waved at us, "Don't hesitate, there is nothing in this room."

Sebastian looked at me, knowing he was asking for my advice, so I nodded and followed Yuzef out of the room.

"Before you take you into the jungle, I suggest you go to the shops here to buy something," Yuzef took us out of the chamber, then turned to look at us, and suggested seriously, "If you have never been to such a south, you must be fully prepared. Of course, there are two completely different people here and elsewhere."

Although I didn't want to believe him from the bottom of my heart, his eyes and actions told me that he was not lying.

"It's really rare," I said half mockingly and half emotion, "You really put yourself in your shoes for our sake."

"I'm for myself, too," Yuzef laughed dryly, "The greater your chances of survival, the greater the chances of my survival."

"In this respect, you're a smart man," Sebastian glanced at him, "lead the way."

Yuzef was indeed a smart man. He saw that Sebastian didn't want to communicate more with him--not, to be precise, even to hear him making too much noise, so he cleverly shut his mouth and led the way ahead of us.

He took us through some muddy town streets and stopped in front of a shop with only one floor.

This is a house made of wood—a kind of wood that I can’t see. Next to the stairs at the door is a herringbone sign with the words “Selling all kinds of jungle adventure equipment! If you come to Kule for the first time, come in and have a look!”

I looked up at the name of the store again, "Welcome to Conglin", a very bold and wild name. If it weren't for part of the word Cong that had fallen off and turned into Cong, it would be even more bold.

"It's here," Yuzef introduced us, "The boss here is an expert in this field. Even if the ten mages combined, they are not as good as him in the jungle."

He pushed open the door, changed into a smiley face at that moment, and walked in with a laugh.

"Old John, how about you, an immortal?"

I watched him greet an old man sitting behind the counter with great skill and affectionateness and hug each other loudly, and suddenly I had the idea of ​​"if the shapeshifter performs dramas and operas, I will definitely make a fortune."

"Yuzef," the man who was called Old John by the Transformer was obviously a little surprised. He put down the newspaper in his hand and stood up from behind the bar. "My old bones are pretty tough. How could you, a good man, have time to visit my ragged shop today?"

"Oh, of course I'm not here to visit," Yuzef shook his head, turned his head and pushed us in front of Old John. "I brought you two customers," Yuzef said. "They are explorers from Capofez and want to buy some essentials from you."

"Capofis?" Old John looked at us in surprise, "Whether you were brought by Yuzef or you came by yourself, I would say that this is a wise approach."

He said this, and the man walked back to the bar and sat down. "The jungle on Kule Island is different from the forests in other places. You will definitely be glad that you came to me first during the adventures later. I dare to assure you."

"Now, just take a look. Everything on the shelves is for sale and the price is clearly marked. I will not bargain. If you have any questions about the function of the item, I will give you an answer."

After saying this, he picked up the newspaper again and ignored us.

I began to look at the decoration of the store and the goods on the shelves. The interior of the store is much larger than what I see from the outside. The wooden walls on both sides are full of display stands, and there are various strange tools inside, many of which I have never seen before.

The decoration in the store is very simple, basically the original color and material of the house. Only behind the bar is a large mammoth skull hanging on Old John's head.

Two sharp fangs were raised high, and I guess this must be the trophy of Old John when he was young.

"We're in a hurry, Mr. John," Sebastian frowned after a simple look around, "we've never been in the jungle before, and we have no idea what we need."

"Then let me prepare it for you."

Old John put down the newspaper, stood up, walked to the counter to pick and choose, and within a short while, a lot of things appeared in front of us.

"Are you sure these are all what we need, Old John?"

"Of course," the old man with a hat looked at me unhappily, as if he was offended, "Do you know what this is?" He picked up a small can of something like ointment.

Of course I didn't know what that was, so I had to shake my head.

"This thing can save your life after you are bitten by those damn floaters as big as your fist." He threw me the can of plaster, "If you don't have this thing, the toxins of those things can make you itchy and finally scratch your flesh and blood."

"And this," he pulled out the scimitar at the bottom of a pile of supplies, "This thing is used to open the way for you, and you will not want to cut off the shrubs and thorns that cannot be seen at first glance."

"The rest of these things have their own uses. You won't want me to introduce them to you here, right?" Old John looked at me, "I will prepare an explanation for you so that you can know when and how to use them."

"Very good," I nodded, "will these things really help our journey, how much does it cost?"

Old John's performance touched me. Even if these things are expensive, I plan to buy them all. The more preparations the better. This principle applies at any time.

"Ah, when you are in trouble in the jungle, you will be glad that you made such a wise choice today," Old John laughed, "There are 150 gold coins in total, Strand's, Empire's, I will collect them."

These things are really not cheap. I secretly said that one hundred and fifty gold coins are enough for a middle-class family to spend a year on their living.

"It should be enough here," I untied a purse from my waist. Viscount Templu gave me not only a yacht, but also a lot of gold coins and imperial gold Pu'er. "This is to allow you to deal with various problems and provide supplies anywhere." That's what the generous nobleman said.

Old John stretched out a hand without raising his head, and the purse fell straight into his hand as if it had eyes.

"Well..." Old John held the purse, swayed gently, and nodded with satisfaction, "Platinum coins are of good quality. Your accounts have been settled. These things belong to you now. Our store also comes with two jungle backpacks and two leather scabbards."

"Don't you open it and see?" I looked at Old John curiously. After scrambling his purse, he seemed to confirm what was inside and threw the purse under his counter.

"No," Old John turned a page of the newspaper, "Your purse contains fifteen platinum commemorative coins. This kind of thing is only used by the nobles, so don't worry about it being fake. As for how to judge the quantity, it is my experience, young people."

"All in all, the deal between us is complete," Old John reached out and threw us two large leather backpacks from behind the counter. "This is the backpack for you, your scabbard tied to the side of the backpack."

I took the leather backpack, and a thick and rough touch came from my fingertips. The needle and thread on the backpack were very fine, and the leather looked like cowhide.

Judging from the touch and vision, the quality of this backpack is completely of top quality and is definitely the best choice for going out.

I untied the tightly tied rope and opened the backpack - the space inside was larger than I expected, and it looked enough to hold twice as much as what we bought, of course, not those two sharp scimitars.

"I have brought you two copies of everything," Old John's voice continued, "to facilitate your distribution."

"Very good," Sebastian put his backpack on his back and inserted his scimitar into the leather scabbard. "These things can help us a lot."

"Let's go," I tied the scabbard around my waist, "If we set out now, we can go deep into the jungle today."

"I have no objection," Yuzef shrugged, "as long as you are ready, we will set out."

"I heard it right, Yuzef," Old John put down the newspaper again and looked at Yuzef in surprise. "You want to enter the jungle with them?"

"Not to go into the jungle, man," Yuzef made a relaxing gesture, "just point them a way, don't be too nervous."

"That's good," Old John sat back, "You can't live a day in the jungle."

Yuzef ignored him and walked out of the shop on his own, leaving only Old John shrugging at his back, "Okay, it seems that I'm so passionate."

I sighed, Sebastian's choice was right, and if the incident of Yuzef's murder was exposed, it was hard to imagine how people like John Old would react, they looked good.

Of course, I mean the original Yuzef and Old John. I think this shapeshifter will not have any feelings.

"Let's go," Yuzef, who was waiting for us at the door of the shop, saw that we were all out and waved to us. "Follow the main road of the town, we will be able to enter the jungle in half an hour."

We followed Youzef all the way north, crossing the entire town, and heading to the jungle full of unknowns.

The north we go, the fewer buildings on both sides of the road. When there are no more buildings on both sides of the road, I know we have completely walked out of the town.

I remembered Captain Kenway's previous description. If the town is the boundary of civilization, then we should now be completely out of the scope of the light of civilization.

As we continued to move forward, the road conditions under us became worse and worse. At first we were walking on a muddy trail that was barely considered a road. Later, we walked out a new path in the wilderness.

It is hard to imagine that we have been trekking for half an hour in this environment - it is even more exhausting than forcing an hour to march. When the lush and vibrant jungle finally appeared in front of me, a heat suddenly surged in my heart. A feeling of relief surged in my heart.

"Do you think it's over here?" Yuzef looked at us and smiled, "No, the hard journey has just begun."

"Then let's go," I walked forward with my sword as a stick, "at least we have you as our company."

"Tell me, Mr. Yuzef," I walked forward and chatted with the monster. This helped me to divert my attention so that I would no longer pay attention to my two broken legs that were so painful that they were. "Who were you in those first days?"

"At the beginning?" Yuzef showed a thoughtful expression, "At the beginning I was not a human being, and then I devoured the first mayor, a man full of energy, and then the second, a woman with all kinds of charm. Finally, it was Yuzef you saw."

"By our standards, you're a lot of sin."

"But it's normal for me," said Yuzef. "I'm not a human, and I didn't have a similar moral concept before I sucked the first human, and what I did was not a crime."

"But this also brings you some side effects," I said with a smile. "Your way of thinking and morality are the same as humans. It seems that while you suck those humans and extract their memories, their memories also change you."

"Well...ah, indeed," Yuzef was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "It's hard to imagine that such philosophical words were spoken from such a young man. I was indeed assimilated into half a human being by those disturbing memories, but I don't care or conflict."

"Ah, we're here," Yuzef suddenly looked forward. The jungle that was originally a small dot in his sight turned into a large continuous area, and we were standing on the dividing line between the jungle and the grassland.

"Be ready, gentlemen," the Transformer turned around and looked at us, "Our adventure has officially begun!"
Chapter completed!