13: Get more gold coins to buy supplies

At this moment, Ron, wearing an alchemical mask, reached out and checked Nem's breathing.

He found that Nem was only unconscious and not dead by his hand.

Ron then relaxed, put the money pouch into hisPregnant, cleared the surrounding traces, and turned to leave.

It wasn't that he couldn't bring himself to kill, but that his current strength was too low.

If he merely knocked Nem out and stole his gold coins, it would only be a common bandit case and wouldn't lead to a widespread investigation.

However, if Nem was killed, it would escalate into a murder case, and the Hibo Town sheriff would surely dispatch Knights for a thorough investigation.

And although Barto was stingy, Nem was, after all, his biological son.

So, no matter what, he would exhaust every means to find the killer and seek revenge.

As for Ron, although he wore an alchemical mask and his tracks were hidden, in this extraordinary world with all sorts of incredible abilities, there was no guarantee that some magic or alchemical item couldn't track him down.

Even if Barto was just a wealthy slave owner in Hibo Town, not even a Knight Squire, there was a ninety-nine percent chance he wouldn't be found.

However, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Ron believed his life was far more valuable than Barto's and Nem's.

Therefore, Ron decided not to kill Nem for now.

He could take risks, but not pointless ones.

"Besides, compared to the cunning Barto, his foolish son is much easier to deal with," Ron sneered, disappearing into the Clear Spring Forest.

Not long after, upon returning to the stone house, Ron opened Nem's money pouch and found that besides the one gold coin Barto had given him, there were also several silver and copper coins.

"Excellent, with this money, I can eat meat for a whole month and still have plenty left over," Ron thought to himself, then quickly tidied up, tucked the money away, and headed to the outskirts of Hibo Town.

At the town gate, guards were still patrolling.

He proactively stepped forward, showed them his identification, and then entered the town.

Upon arriving at the trading market, Ron didn't go in immediately.

Instead, he went to a nearby street, and taking advantage of no one paying attention, he walked into a small alley.

He looked left and right, seeing no one around.

Ron pulled out a mask from hisHuai and put it on his face.

Then he pressed a finger to his brow and whispered, "Harrington."

Instantly, his face changed again, becoming that of a middle-aged man.

This was Harrington's appearance; the alchemical mask he created could hold nine faces simultaneously.

Two of them belonged to Harrington and his wife, while the remaining seven were blank.

Ron would have the opportunity to find and fill them himself in the future.

"Maintaining this facial change requires consuming the magic energy from the energy stone Harrington left behind."

"Based on the consumption rate, it should last for at least twenty hours or more," Ron calculated, realizing that this long period was enough for him to accomplish what he wanted.

Next, he walked out of the alley and went to the general store in the trading market, purchasing various miscellaneous items.

Then he went to the tailor's shop and bought several sets of simple clothes.

Finally, Ron went to the butcher's shop and bought a large quantity of meat.

After buying everything, Ron spent a total of twelve silver coins.

If Ron had done this with his own face, it would have certainly attracted suspicion and trouble.

After all, many people in Hibo Town knew about the ruin of the Jaeger family.

Even with Alice sold as a slave for money, it wouldn't be enough for Ron to spend like this.

However, if it was Harrington's face, the situation would be different.

Even if others noticed, they would only see him as a stranger from out of town.

Then, Ron left Hibo Town with these items.

After these several trips back and forth, he had already discovered that the town's gatekeepers were strict on the outside but lax on the inside.

They only checked the identity of those entering the town, but not those leaving.

So, Ron naturally walked past them with his belongings.

And although the gatekeepers had serious expressions, their eyes did not linger on him at all.

"Heh, wage slaves!"

Upon returning to the stone house, Ron eagerly cooked the meat he had bought and began to feast.

Although he had already refined the nutritional potion, which was enough for him to practice the Breathing Technique, Ron was still at a developmental age.

Therefore, he needed to eat more meat, eggs, and dairy products to strengthen his body.

After eating and drinking his fill, Ron practiced the Breathing Technique for a while.

By afternoon, as dusk approached, Ron set off again, returning to Hibo Town.

At this time, it was dismissal time at the Hibo Town Knight Academy.

After many students had left, as the sky grew darker, a little girl about ten years old walked out of the academy alone.

"Oh, Dad is late again," the little girl pouted, muttering softly.

The little girl was Litton's daughter, Lisa.

Because Litton was Barto's family doctor, his income was considered very high in Hibo Town.

Additionally, he only had this one daughter, so he doted on her greatly and spent a large sum of money to send her to the Knight Academy.

Of course, Litton didn't expect his daughter to become a Knight.

He just wanted Lisa to be able to read and write, learn some professional knowledge, and broaden her horizons.

At least in the future, she wouldn't become one of those illiterate, crude, and lowly country women.

As Lisa walked home, feeling unhappy, she suddenly heard a fierce dog barking nearby.

Lisa looked up sharply and saw a large hunting wolfhound, belonging to who knows who, running continuously in the street.

"Ah!" Lisa screamed, then fled.

She had been afraid of dogs since she was a child, and now, returning home alone, she encountered such a large wolfhound.

In her fear, she just ran headlong, not knowing where she was going.

When Lisa came to her senses, she found herself in a narrow, dark dead-end alley.

She wanted to muster the courage to go out and see where she was.

But as soon as she took a step, she vaguely heard dog barking outside again.

So, Lisa quickly retreated, crouching in the alley, trembling.

The sky grew darker and darker, and just as Lisa was scared, frightened, tired, and hungry, she suddenly heard a gentle voice from outside.

"Little one, what are you doing here?"

Lisa looked up and saw a teenager, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in coarse linen clothes, walking towards her.

"Dogs, there are dogs outside..." Lisa said fearfully, but the teenager chuckled softly.

"Oh, are you talking about that wolfhound? It's already been chased away by me; you can come out now."