Harov hurried to find the mayor, while Mo Di led his people into town.

"Elena, we're just... what's with that look?"

He noticed Elena was looking at him strangely, with both respect and reluctance to part.

"N-nothing," Elena snapped out of it, realizing it was time for them to part. "Lord Mormontis, thank you for your help on this journey. Please be careful on your way."

"You too. Don't forget what I told you."

Mo Di didn't think much of it, waved goodbye to her, and walked into town with three wights.

Elena stood in place, watching his figure gradually disappear.

Placing her hand on the hilt of her sword, the contents of "Wandering Swordsman's Basic Swordsmanship" flashed through her mind, every word clear and precise.

Now, she had fully grasped the core essence of the wandering swordsman, lacking only the test of actual combat.

Mo Di, still unaware of Elena's extraordinary talent, also came to his senses at this moment, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Elena's gaze was off.

It was like... like looking at an elder and comrade about to die, which, rounded up, was like looking at a corpse.

'Why such a vivid imagination?' Mo Di's expression was strange; he didn't understand why she looked at him that way.

Surely she didn't think he couldn't defeat the dragon of Winter's Throat, did she?

He was sure to win.

Ignoring Elena's astonishing thought process for now, he left one wight to guard the carriage and took the remaining two into a general store.

"Welcome, what can I... Ho, is that a Wendigo's skull on your shoulder?"

As soon as they entered, the general store owner was intimidated by the fierce aura emanating from them, then, after a moment of stunned, his sharp eyes noticed the Wendigo skull on his shoulder.

"That's right. It was an unlucky Wendigo, because it met me," Mo Di said calmly.

Hearing this, the owner looked at him with reverence. "Then, what can a powerful monster hunter like you buy from me?"

"I have a batch of goods to sell, and I need to buy some alchemy ingredients as well."

"Alchemy ingredients? You're also an alchemist?"

The owner looked at him suspiciously, his gaze lingering on his thick arms for a moment, instantly overturning his stereotype of alchemists.

After appraising the goods Mo Di provided, which were obtained from the Crow Claw Bandit Gang, he tentatively asked, "Are these goods clean?"

"Have you heard of the Crow Claw Bandit Gang? I got them from them." With ample strength as a guarantee, Mo Di wasn't afraid to state the origin of the goods.

Apparently, the general store owner had heard of the Crow Claw Bandit Gang and had a rough idea of their fate.

"Because of their origin, I can only offer you one hundred seventy gold coins. What other materials do you need to buy? Tell me, and I'll calculate it all together."

This was the expected outcome, and Mo Di nodded slightly, handing him a list.

"Dragon's Sleep Herb, Root Grease, Blood Rose..."

After reading the list of names, the owner was a bit puzzled, unsure what he intended to do with these materials.

"Since you dealt with the Crow Claw Bandit Gang that threatened the town, I'll sell these materials to you at a discount. They will only cost seventy gold coins."

"Deal."

A pleasant transaction was concluded. Mo Di and the two wights each carried a bag of pre-packaged materials and returned to the carriage.

"Lord Mormontis, Mayor Burke wishes to see you."

Harov, who had rushed back, blocked his path, panting as he spoke.

Mo Di was not surprised by this and nodded, saying, "Lead the way."

Led by Harov, four large, black-robed figures entered the White River Town Mayor's house.

The mayor's house was in the center of the town; it didn't look very large, and the interior decoration was surprisingly simple.

"You are that Wendigo slayer, the mercenary Mormontis?"

Behind the table, a tired-looking man with graying temples scrutinized Mo Di and nodded at him.

"Indeed, I believe you truly killed a Wendigo with your own hands."

With such a resolute face and a body full of powerful beauty, this man who called himself Mormontis must be a seasoned warrior-class Transcendent.

Just like him.

The mayor was also a Transcendent, but he was not a mage; he was a pure warrior, and his strength had severely declined due to the effects of old age.

After glancing at the three large, black-robed figures behind Mo Di, the mayor was even more satisfied.

Although the latter three weren't as powerful as the one in front, they were still rare talents among mercenaries.

Rubbing his brow, the tired Mayor Burke continued:

"I have a quest for you: kill the evil dragon from Winter's Throat that has been attacking the townsfolk, and bring its head back here.

If you complete this quest, I will give you one thousand gold coins. What do you say?"

Mo Di could see that the mayor had probably not slept well for many days because of the Ice Dragon entrenched in Winter's Throat.

"Alright, I'll take this quest."

Anyway, that Ice Dragon was already his target. Doing one job and getting paid for two, why not?

Seeing him agree so readily, Mayor Burke couldn't help but ask, "You're taking it just like that? You know, that's a giant dragon that once ruled the North and possesses the legacy of an Ancient Dragon."

After the era of Ancient Dragons ended, influenced by the nascent Space-Time Dragon God, some Ancient Dragons transformed into giant dragons.

They established their own governments in the North with the legacy of Ancient Dragons, which all happened in the early Second Era.

"Otherwise? Just watch it continue to attack the townsfolk?"

Even without the Brendan's Page, Mo Di's acting was still superb; he immediately transformed into a righteous companion, standing on moral high ground and pointing fingers.

"My sense of justice no longer allows evil dragons to live in this hopeful world. Otherwise, it would be irresponsible to my White River Town, and irresponsible to my townsfolk."

Mo Di stated that Burke, as mayor, lacked sufficient ideological awareness, daring to question his benevolence.

Those who doubted his benevolence could go ask the Crow Claw Bandit Gang.

Mayor Burke, having been lectured by him, showed a moved expression and felt deeply ashamed, wishing he could go back and slap himself twice.

'Why did I doubt such a good person? I must be getting senile.'

It was just that the last sentence seemed a bit odd. What did he mean, 'my White River Town'?

Automatically ignoring this point, he looked at Mo Di with admiration and respect, and offered a solemn apology.

"I apologize, I shouldn't have doubted you like that. However, I still need to clarify the information regarding that Ice Dragon."

"That Ice Dragon is entrenched in Winter's Throat, possesses power at the Transcendent level, not only commands the legendary Dragon Shout but also breathes Frost Dragon Breath, making it extremely dangerous.

Moreover, it has frozen all the paths leading to Winter's Throat. Unless a path is cleared by breaking the ice, it's difficult to reach its lair, but doing so would easily attract its attention."

"So, the difficulty lies in how to sneak into its lair without attracting its attention, am I right?"

Mo Di asked in return, already having a solution in mind.

"That's roughly it," Mayor Burke nodded.

"That's simple. I know a secret path leading to Winter's Throat, right behind the Frosfrost Tomb..." he said meaningfully.

Mayor Burke's face showed a look of surprise, and he pressed, "The Frosfrost Tomb? Isn't that just a legend?"

"Of course not. According to the information I've gathered, the Frosfrost Tomb is near Winter's Throat, and within it slumbers Frostark, the legendary Dragon Priest of the Ancient Dragon Worship Cult."

Hearing the term Dragon Priest, Mayor Burke gasped.

Dragon Priests, high-ranking members of the Dragon Worship Cult who assisted the giant dragons in managing their territories during the early Second Era when giant dragons ruled the North, wielded actual power comparable to kings.

It is said that every surviving Dragon Priest transformed themselves into an undead creature.

After the end of the giant dragons' rule, they buried themselves in their former holy sites, awaiting the return of the giant dragons one day.

"Wait, if that's true, has that Dragon Priest not been awakened by the Ice Dragon yet?" Mayor Burke asked.

"Probably not, otherwise he would have already led a ghoul army out of the Frost Tomb and attacked White River Town."

The two discussed for a while, and Mayor Burke made a decision to proceed with his plan.

After leaving the mayor's house, Mo Di didn't idle. He stayed in the house arranged by the mayor and began to prepare some alchemical tools that could be used for dragon hunting.

Three wights stood by, assisting him and simultaneously learning how to make alchemical tools.

Even if they couldn't fully understand, this behavior could still advance their intellectual development.

Well, it might improve it a little.

"Have you all learned how to make Dragon's Sleep Blood Grease?" Mo Di shook the square object wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

This was a combination of Dragon's Sleep Grease and Boiling Blood Grease, possessing the effects of both, and its manufacturing method came from Brendan, an excellent graduate of Frost Tower.

This item could both reduce a dragon's spirit and weaken its regenerative abilities; it just needed to be applied to a weapon to be used.

The three wights froze for a few seconds, nodded once, then shook their heads twice.

Mo Di frowned, and it took him three seconds to understand their signal.

"You've only learned a part of it, and most of it you haven't?"

They all nodded.

"Alright, it seems you still have a long way to go before becoming qualified apprentices."

He demonstrated the process of making Dragon's Sleep Blood Grease several more times until he ran out of materials, then stopped.

For the next seven days, he either stayed indoors, preparing dragon-hunting tools, or went out and, following his memory, located the Frosfrost Tomb.

He found the Frost Tomb, but he also discovered a group of uninvited guests at the entrance of the Frost Tomb.

That was one of the specialties of the Eternity continent: ubiquitous bandit gangs.

They were camped at the entrance of the Frost Tomb, seemingly planning to explore this underground tomb.

"Those fools will break into the Frost Tomb, be beaten to their knees by the ghouls inside, and be turned into new ghouls!"

In the shadows, Mo Di held a telescope he had brought from Blue Star, watching the bandits enter the Frost Tomb from afar.

Behind him were the Gan Wencui trio, holding identical telescopes.

"Wait, is that...?"

He focused his gaze and saw a suspicious figure stealthily approaching the bandit lackeys guarding the entrance.

The suspicious figure raised a crossbow, and an arrow shot out, accurately hitting one of the bandit lackeys in the neck.

The fall of their companion attracted the attention of the other bandits, and some quick-thinking ones immediately shouted, "It's an enemy attack! Gather quickly, don't let them pick us off one by one."

They moved quickly, and in no time, they gathered together, scanning their surroundings warily.

There was no one else around them, only a strange square package that had appeared at their feet at some unknown time.

The package was connected to a fuse, and this fuse was burning rapidly.

A bad premonition arose in their hearts.