Open Your Quest Log Chapter 483

On the emerald green vast sea grassland, a snakeberry hides the bright red fruit it has just condensed among the tender leaves. A passing donkey nearby happened to notice its existence. The gluttonous guy deviates from the original route and wants to come over and taste the taste of this early-ripening snake berry.

"Hey, Loscinante, don't stray!" the halfling who was sitting on the donkey tightened the reins and yelled loudly, "You're going to make everyone else in the back crooked!" The halfling threatened with a whip, but He couldn't bear to fall, just sighed sadly.

The donkey seemed to know his master's temperament very well. It ran towards the snakeberry in a hurry, ate the lightly sweet berry into its mouth, and then returned to the right path contentedly.

Behind the donkey, the long motorcade slowly wriggled on the grassland like caterpillars. The car was loaded with wheat flour, cured meat, vegetables, a small amount of furniture and furnishings that were still usable, and the sadness and hesitation of leaving home.

The survivors of the "Little Tail" gathering place left their dilapidated homeland under the **** of elf patrollers, leaving it to a group of human Barrits outside the grasslands.

This gathering place is not very safe now, and the leaders of the 'Loss Whisper Ranger', 'Orofen' and 'Darol Moonscar' have warned them that not only the receding 'Blighter' is likely to attack here again, but also Without the protection of the wall, vicious grassland creatures such as wolves and striped lions may also come to this time because of the **** smell left by previous battles.

However, the little mage did not mind this, because they had enough self-protection ability.

"My partner is a ruthless character who was killed from the Nine Prisons of Bato. Neither the cruel devil nor the mighty dragon is his opponent, so those blighted monsters are nothing to him." Si spared no effort to brag about Barrett, as if he was the team's strongest fighting force, "You would never have imagined that he killed an ancient dragon by himself. That's what I saw with my own eyes!"

"Yes, you heard right, 'alone,' and, 'great wyrm.' I know it sounds bizarre, but I'll vouch for it on my honor that all I say is true! If If it's not enough, add my ancestors, I know you believe this. And I have proof, please look at the leather armor on his body, which is made of the dragon skin of the dead ancient dragon ” Chris pointed to Barrett's broad chest, “There is a big difference between dragon skin and lizard skin, I believe everyone can tell the difference. Moreover, this leather armor is still used on the dragon, which is the toughest and most defensive. The highest, but softest and most comfortable part of the leather is made of, don't ask me which part it is, I don't know, it's the material chosen by the tailor."

"You asked me his name? Oh, it's all my fault, I forgot to introduce." The little mage patted his forehead, "His name is Barrett, Barrett Mungo, you can also call him' Barrett the Dragon Slayer, or 'Barritt the Devil Slayer', if you encounter a devil invasion or something like that, you can't go wrong with this guy. Look at the tattoo on this guy's forehead, it's clear he's a Nord Humans are cousins ​​to the Weisslots who live on the Vast Sea Steppe, and he also loves nature very much, and respects life very much, um, very respect!"

"Why did you tell them this?" When the elf ranger and halfling left, and everyone was looking for a campsite in the empty and deserted gathering place, Barrett asked the little mage suspiciously, "I feel like you are a Merchants are constantly boasting to customers about the products they sell. And I am the product you plan to sell."

"Sell? No, no, no, I prefer to call it 'acceptance'." As he walked, Chris shook his head and said, "Only when you have a great reputation and high reputation on the Vast Sea Grassland can it be convenient. Go in and out of here often, unhindered and excluded by those wild peoples."

"Why do I have to go in and out so often?" The barbarian still didn't know why.

"Going in and out, of course, is to 'praise life', otherwise what else?" The little mage raised his eyebrows, gave a 'you know' expression, turned and pushed away a small house next to him, The probe glanced inside, and then shook his head in dissatisfaction, "If you want a group of strangers or a strange species to accept you, then first of all, you must have the value of being accepted. Fame is also one of the values. ."

I don't need these wild people to accept me, "I'm just..." Barrett stood there, speechless.

"You don't need to be so embarrassed, it's not a shameful thing, you know, 'pretending to be modest is a kind of pride'" Merchant Ariel walked over from behind, holding a handle from the roadside Picked up wooden walking stick, "Do you have a wife and children?"

The barbarian shook his head.

"Where's the fiancée or the female companion?" the merchant asked again.

Barbarian repeated the same action, but hesitated at the end. Wait, I actually have a bride, but she... well, let's not talk about that.

"Look, isn't this very good?" Ariel tapped his palm with a wooden stick.

"What's nice?"

"Of course you are a very good person." The businessman praised, "Speaking of which, I have never attended the weddings of these wilderness races, it should be more special than the funeral. If, I mean if... , don't forget to send me an invitation."

"Hey, I want it too." Red Crab smiled maliciously, "Maybe I will have the same luck as you at the wedding. It's better that the other party is an elf girl. Seriously, this is me. The greatest wish of my life."

Then you must have something in common with a guard.

"I'd like one too, if you don't mind." Gene the guide joined in. "I could sit at the very end of the seat, or stay with the halflings, if they joined."

Alas, how long are they going to joke about this topic? Barrett felt helpless. It was just one time, an ordinary encounter, in a slightly special environment, both parties had needs, so they touched each other and then separated, that's it, that's it!

"My mother said, 'If you love someone, get down on one knee and put the ring on her hand'." Beargrove's voice came from behind, "Would you do that? "

After he finished the question, he replied to himself, "I won't, because I can't do the action of 'kneeling on one knee' unless I become a human. But my mother doesn't allow me to become a human, so …”

Where is this going? "I said, let's change the subject, for example, where to live tonight."

Although the halfling gathering place is dilapidated, there are still some stone houses that can be used. The houses here are not too different from those in Sweet Cane Village~www.mtlnovel.com~ Most of them are relatively short, and there are no giant oak trees with thick trunks, but there are still some buildings with extra space.

Everyone found a large warehouse for storing vegetables and grain. The warehouse is divided into upper and lower layers, the upper layer is the granary for storing food, and the lower layer is the cellar for keeping fruit wine. The cellar is quite cool, and there is still a faint aroma of wine in it, but unfortunately all the wine has been transported.

Everyone rested in the large granary tonight, except for the bear man 'Grove'. According to the bearman himself, he never sleeps where he can shade the sky, in other words, he just doesn't like living in a house.

There is a bear man standing guard outside the warehouse as a voluntary sentry, and there is no need to arrange night duty at night. However, the little mage still set up some magic alarms around the gathering place and warehouse to ensure that no accidents happened.

Before going to bed, everyone chatted casually, nothing more than some anecdotes in the multiverse and everyone's different experiences. The topic was chatting and chatting, and for some reason that didn't need to be explained, it floated to the mixed race.

Then, the little mage Chris asked a strange question, "Have you heard of 'caste fortitude'?"

Chapter end