Open Your Quest Log Chapter 1

A few months later, an adventurer camp called "Bay of Pigs".

Dilapidated tents with patches of colorful greenery and shabby wooden huts are arranged in disorder throughout the camp; the feces of various people and animals and some strange animal entrails can be seen everywhere on the ground; quarrels between adventurers, businessmen and Bargaining among adventurers, mingled with the harsh sound of iron and the wild laughter of gangsters; all kinds of noises mixed together to show people how much the man who named the camp was. Wise.

Winter has passed, and early spring has come, and the Bay of Pigs is as lively as ever.

Next to a tent erected by a light gray cloth draped with tung oil, a few adventurers in leather armor chopped down a withered chestnut tree with a one-handed axe, and set up a bonfire with withered branches. A ferocious rabbit half a circle bigger than a house dog.

The orange flame licked the rabbit meat, and some seasonings made of ground rosemary, sage, pepper and salt were evenly sprinkled on the rabbit meat. The person who sprinkles the spices is careful, because the value of these spices is much higher than the rabbit itself. In a short while, a kind of fat smell unique to meat, accompanied by the spice of the seasoning, diffused in the slightly fishy air.

With the rye beer in the oak cup, the adventurers sang:

"My father gave the property to my eldest brother;

Your fields have more weeds than crops;

The front of his shop is covered with cobwebs;

Our family declined a few generations ago;

Rather than wasting time, it is better to pick up a long sword and fight hard;

We are adventurers, there is nothing we cannot do;

Hunter-gatherer, which could not be better;

There is nothing wrong with murdering and setting fires;

You want to ask me why?

It's all about life! "

A slender girl with freckles on her cheeks walked past the group of adventurers, and one of the group of adventurers stood up and shouted: "Hey, beauty, it's too cold, come and sit here. , I will definitely warm you up!"

But the girl didn't even turn her head back, as if she didn't hear his cry at all, she walked straight ahead. The "enthusiastic" adventurer sat back to his place embarrassedly amid the laughter of his companions.

The girl jumped over a puddle in the middle of the road, smiled and greeted a middle woman who sewed clothes, and finally stopped by a stall selling rye bread.

She was wearing an outdated light blue cardigan dress, with some messy red wine-colored hair hanging down her neck and covering her half-bared chest. The girl seemed to be buying a pound of dark rye bread, but she didn't seem to agree with the seller on the price.

"Ten copper coins, can't be less." said the lame seller. "There's no mill here, and no bakery. I've laboriously brought all this bread from Taron."

The girl pointed at the burnt part of the rye bread with her pale fingers that were frozen by the low temperature of early spring, and argued loudly about something, but the seller just shook her head unmoved, and let the girl do her best.

The girl found that words alone could not impress the seller, so she lifted her hair naturally and slowly pulled down the deep V-shaped neckline of the long dress with the other hand. jump out.

Then, under the expectant daze of the seller, the girl covered her neckline again, picked up the bread, threw down two copper coins, and Shi Shiran left.

Her firm **** are blooming like her age, but that doesn't prevent her from knowing how to use them.

"If you have no money, you should use 'them' to make more money!"

The seller complained cursingly, but he didn't catch up. I don't know if it was because of his weak legs or because the price of the two copper coins was unsatisfactory, but coupled with the fair eyes, it was barely acceptable.

The girl took the bread and walked along the narrow winding road in the camp. She stopped beside an open-air blacksmith shop and roasted her hands on the red fire. The sparks splashed by the blacksmith when he struck the iron landed on her pale skin and worn blue dress. She didn't care about the slight pain on her skin, but the long dress was scorched black after being burned by the sparks. Made her feel a little distressed.

After drawing enough warmth from the blacksmith shop, she kicked away the two wild dogs who wanted to beg for food, and the girl continued to move forward. She kicked so hard that the wild dog whimpered and ran away. The girl was as dexterous as a lunar butterfly, shuttled among the burly adventurers, skillfully avoiding those big hands who wanted to take advantage.

A bald adventurer was squatting on the side of the road the girl passed by, dipping in a dark sauce and eating roasted peppers in a wooden bowl. The adventurer's bald head and eyebrows were full of sweat, and the sauce dripped from the corners of his mouth, dripping on the ground.

As the girl passed by, the bald head sneaked up on the girl's **** with his hands full of sauce. Although the girl had already noticed it, she flashed lightly to the other side. But the bald head shot too fast, and with a crisp 'pop', a large black handprint was printed on the rounded arc of the girl's long skirt.

"Ah!" The girl cried out involuntarily. She stopped and turned to look at the handprint formed by the sauce on the back of her long dress, her face showing anger. She reached out and kicked the bald grinning face, like two nasty wild dogs.

On the girl's feet, she was wearing a pair of grey stitched-soled ankle boots that were full of age marks. The size of these short boots was a little bigger than the girl's. It seemed that the original owner of the boots was not her.

But at least now, they are worn on girls' feet and act as girls' weapons.

The bald head laughed and blocked the girl's kicked foot. He blocked it very easily, and he didn't even get up. He also took off the gray short boots on the girl's feet and shook it proudly in his hand. When the latter was about to attack, he threw it back.

The girl took the shoes and knew that she had nothing to do with this hateful adventurer. After swearing in a demonstrative manner, she left angrily. Before taking two steps, the girl seemed to feel a little unwilling, and turned to face the bald head again, baring her teeth and crossing her arms in front of her chest to form an 'X' shape.

Crossing your arms across your chest is an insulting gesture on this continent, similar in meaning to the middle finger.

On the way, the girl stopped and watched for a while: a blacksmith with thick arms was setting bones for an adventurer, the sound of the thin adventurer screaming because of pain, and the sound of bones being broken back to their original positions. The 'click' sound filled the girl's brows with a smile, her eyes turned into a crescent moon because of this smile, and with the hazel freckles on her cheeks, it was really cute.

In places like the 'Bay of Pigs', you can't expect to have all kinds of occupations, so some ** are also part-time tailors or cooks, and blacksmiths are also likely to part-time bone-setting doctors, at least their hands are definitely enough.

As long as there is money to be made, many people here "can" be versatile.

It can be seen that the girl's mood has improved because of this adventurer whose bones were broken, and she even hummed a song softly:

"I want a nice pair of red dancing shoes,

The dancing shoes shall be inlaid with beautiful golden butterflies,

But the shoemaker said I had not enough gold,

For my dancing shoes,

I had to let him vent on me. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The shoemaker said that he had lost the red dye,

For my dancing shoes,

I have no choice but to offer my dark red blood;

Next to a dilapidated wooden house, the girl stopped and kicked the half-closed door of the wooden house with her 'weapon'. To care that the whole wooden house trembled slightly under her actions, as if there was a danger of collapse at any time.

There was a male adventurer with obvious northern barbarian characteristics sitting beside the bed in the house. The adventurer was burly and strong, with black tattoos made of special patterns on his forehead, which was a unique symbol of the northern barbarians in the mainland.

However, the male adventurer in front of him is not a pure-blooded northern barbarian, but a half-blood, but his other bloodline is not obvious, and it is not shown on his body or face.

The green stubble on the head of this barbarian adventurer indicates that he used to have a bald head, and down the sideburns that have just grown, there is an ugly scar on the adventurer's throat, like an ugly centipede lying on the ground. out there.

He held a two-handed long sword doped with magic iron in his hands, with a serious expression, staring at the long sword without blinking, even if the girl came in, he didn't care.

The girl frowned in dissatisfaction when she saw that the barbarian adventurer ignored her. She placed the rye bread on a simple table made of tree stumps, and walked straight to the barbarian adventurer.

"Don't I still look good with that broken sword?" The girl said to the adventurer angrily. Seeing that the adventurer still ignored him, she raised her voice again: "I'm talking to you, Barrett!"

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