The surrounding streets were silent.
The townspeople dared not speak.
Someone showed a resentful expression, "How can this be? How can you treat the hero who saved people like this?"
They wanted to stand up for Andrew, but were tightly held back by their companions.
In Wildfire Town, Grand Mage Hubert is high and mighty, extremely noble, but ordinary townspeople can just avoid offending him.
Raymond, however, is different. Avoiding offense isn't enough; you have to dodge him!
Seeing Raymond's bear-like hand about to touch Andrew's shoulder—
Andrew, expressionless, finally spoke, "Grand Mage Hubert said I can live for a week. Until then, no one can touch me. And it seems the sheriff forgot, for now, I'm still Grand Mage Hubert's apprentice."
As his words fell, Raymond's hand halted abruptly, stopping in front of Andrew, not daring to truly fall.
The core of Andrew's words was: Hubert says I'll die in seven days, so before that time comes, try touching me? Go ahead, touch me! Just see if Hubert will give you trouble.
This might not work on others, but for Raymond, it's more effective than the Water Spirit Technique on lung burns!
Because Raymond truly cares about Hubert and genuinely wants to please the old Mage.
Raymond's face turned somewhat colorful at this moment.
He's used to enjoying people's pleading or futile resistance when bullying others.
But he never expected: this kid in front of him would use the old Mage to pressure him!?
Seriously?
Who was it that angrily retorted to Grand Mage Hubert last night, "I have no obligation to answer your question"?
Reason said: Damn it, the kid is bluffing, just hit him!
But he couldn't bring his hand down.
Mainly because of Andrew's attitude, which was too composed and instead left Raymond a bit confused.
His expression changed back and forth, and finally, Raymond laughed heartily, saying, "Just a joke, just a joke, don't take it too seriously."
Finally, his large hand patted Andrew's shoulder and then he turned and left.
Not until Raymond's figure disappeared did the suppressed breathing of the townspeople sound again.
"Raymond, huh..."
Andrew watched his figure disappear at the street corner, scoffing coldly.
He didn't wish to use Hubert to pressure Raymond just now.
But there was no choice; the timing wasn't right yet.
Not to mention he currently only had the "Water Spirit Technique," which is a non-combat type magic skill. Even if he had already unlocked combat-type Water Magic from the Tear of the Water God, he still couldn't truly fight in that situation.
Just scaring the opponent away was enough.
"However, this Raymond should soon figure out I'm bluffing..."
Andrew gritted his teeth slightly, thinking, "Looks like the battle preparation plan needs to be accelerated."
He lifted his steps again, moving with a quicker and steadier pace towards the direction of the Living People Cemetery.
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These past two days, Hubert couldn't shake a feeling of unease.
Thinking back, the explosion accident from the failed experiment last night wasn't due to a calculation error.
He got distracted during the experiment, made a mistake in a step, which led to a big fire.
"Sigh, is it ultimately because of that 'mission'?"
Hubert sighed, "I just wanted to retire to this remote town, why does the Guild still give me such tricky tasks..."
The butler's knock interrupted the old Mage's thoughts: "Sir, Miss Barbara from the 'Warm Fire Commerce Association' has arrived in town."
She's here?
Hubert nodded, "Alright, I'll go out to greet her."
In this world, the Magic Guild's power far exceeds secular authority.
Hubert is nominally just a Fire Mage, but in reality, he is the one who rules Wildfire Town, not Sheriff Raymond or the seemingly vulgar but actually very cunning mayor.
Therefore, such an important matter as the arrival of the third Miss from the Warm Fire Commerce Association is handled by Hubert, not the mayor or the sheriff.
"Should we inform the mayor?" the butler asked.
"No need," the old Mage replied, "You may go."
"Yes, sir."
After the butler left, the old Mage expressionlessly lifted a corner of the curtain.
Looking out the window, he saw a fleet of carriages slowly stopping at the end of the road that led in and out of the small town.
The caravan of the Warm Fire Commerce Association.
Hubert's aged face unwittingly revealed an unpleasant smile.
"Although it's not my desire, there's no choice, I can't refuse a Guild task."
Looking at the spirited young woman leading the convoy, the old Mage smiled lightly with a sigh, "You do not know that Wildfire Town is your death ground... Miss Barbara!"
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Meanwhile, Andrew had already arrived at the gate of the Living People Cemetery.
He expected a dead atmosphere, but the actual situation was entirely different!
In the inn's first-floor lobby, people were gathered joyously, drinking poor wine, eating snacks, playing a card game that resembled mahjong.
"Did I come to the wrong place? But it really does have the 'Living People Cemetery' sign here."
Andrew was a bit stunned.
Unlike Desert Hunter Ivan who isolated himself alone to await death in solitude after suffering a lung injury, the residents here at the Living People Cemetery huddled together to fend off the cold, smiling as they faced inevitable death!
"I was thinking, when you would come to our place."
A slightly hoarse yet very charming female voice sounded beside him.
Andrew turned his head and his eyes couldn't help but light up.
Simply put, before crossing into this world, Andrew had never seen such a beauty as the one before him.
This woman exuded a mature allure, seemed to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, her features weren't perfectly exquisite, but she had a pair of eyes that could speak.
Her figure was extraordinarily alluring, even though she only wore this Otherworld's most ordinary style of dress, the curves were unmistakable.
"She looks even better than the school belle I was flirting with before crossing over, the key is her figure is a bit too much!"
Andrew coughed lightly, asking, "May I know who you are?"
"I'm An Ya, the owner here."
The woman extended her hand with a friendly demeanor, "Andrew, right? Welcome to the Living People Cemetery!"
Andrew lightly shook An Ya's small hand before quickly withdrawing.
A fleeting hint of surprise flashed in An Ya's beautiful eyes as she smiled, "Your heroic deeds from last night have already reached us..."
At this moment, a small boy came hopping out of the inn, "Sister An Ya, can I go out and play for a while? Cough, cough."
Gentleness flowed from An Ya's eyes as she patted the boy's sparse hair, "Go ahead, be safe, don't play too long."
Once the boy ran off, An Ya turned back, "So, how about it? Consider staying with us here? You've seen, we have fairly ordinary conditions, but the room charge is almost negligible. And everyone here shares a similar fate, if death is inevitable, at least we can face it shoulder to shoulder."
Andrew thought for a moment and asked, "Can I take a look first?"
Surprise seemed to flicker in An Ya's eyes once more, perhaps amazed that Andrew, with less than a week left, could remain so calm and composed.
But she didn't ask further, nodding, "Of course, please follow me."