Open Your Quest Log Chapter 54

In the dream, the dark red sky is covered with thick ink-like clouds, and bright purple-gold lightning shuttles through the gray clouds with a rumbling sound. A pale comet with a long tail, running round and round in the air, never tires.

Barrett walked barefoot in the endless desert, the yellow sand beneath his feet stinging his feet like ice water. Barbarian lowered his head and looked at the soles of his blue veins protruding, feeling a little puzzled.

Where are my dragonskin boots? The boots made of the fake dragon skin that I slaughtered were supposed to stay under my feet, but now, the boots that fit my feet are gone.

Before Barrett could figure out where his boots had been lost, he heard heavy footsteps behind him.

The barbarian looked back and found a dwarf with a face full of beards and an indiscernible appearance walking towards him. Like the ogre Moglock, the dwarf also wore a light blue full-body armor, and behind him carried a giant kite-shaped shield that was about the same height as Barrett.

"My father told me that if I could hold a big shield in battle, I would give all my enemies a headache." As the dwarf spoke, he walked to Barrett's side.

"It's going to rain," the dwarf continued. "We have to find a place to shelter from the rain." He put his right hand on his forehead and looked into the distance. The movement matched his size and the giant kite behind him. Shield, looks extra funny.

What's his name? Barrett looked down at the familiar dwarf, thinking in his heart. A name suddenly appeared in his mind - Ghosn Burning Furnace.

"Ghosn?" Barrett called out, frowning. He found that his voice was vague and ethereal, and it didn't seem to come from his throat, but from the distant horizon.

"What's the matter?" The dwarf raised his head laboriously. "If you can squat down, I think our conversation will be more pleasant. Of course, it will be better if you can lie on the ground, it will be good for you and me."

Compared with Barrett, the dwarf's voice was clear and loud, obscuring the roar of lightning in the sky.

"Are you Ghosn?" Barrett asked again suspiciously, "Aren't you missing?"

"Missing?" The dwarf laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world. But after laughing, he nodded solemnly, "You're right, I'm missing, but it's just a trivial matter." He looked indifferent, "But before discussing this matter , we have to find a place to shelter from the rain first, and I don't want to drive wet. Although the people of the Burning Furnace never get sick from the rain, it is not a comfortable thing after all."

After the dwarf finished speaking, he passed Barret and continued to walk forward. His footsteps were firm and powerful, and his steel boots left footprints one after another on the yellow sand.

"On the way?" Barrett shouted forward, "Where are we going?"

The dwarf turned his head, the expression on his blurred face could not be seen clearly, but Barrett was still confused by the thick beard, "Have you forgotten? Aren't we going to help you find a woman?"

Help me find a woman? Barrit's heart became more and more confused, "Why do you want to help me find a woman? Who is that woman? What does it have to do with me?" He asked a series of questions.

The dwarf shrugged. "You're going to ask yourself." He turned his head and continued walking, further and further away from Barrett, but his voice still seemed to be in his ear, "Ask yourself." The dwarf Repeated in a loud voice.

Damn, do I need to ask you if I want to know? Barrett was a little irritable for no reason. The doubt in his heart made him ignore the coldness under his feet, he ran a few times in big strides, and his physical advantage made him catch up with the dwarf easily.

"What kind of woman?" Barrett asked again. The strange sound coming out of his mouth made him very uncomfortable. He coughed a few times, but found that his throat and mouth were as dry as the endless yellow sand in front of him.

He looked towards the sky, the red sky and the yellow gravel intersected in a line, and there seemed to be some strange black dots jumping constantly on the line. Barrett rubbed his eyes, only to find that the black spots disappeared.

"I don't know what kind of woman that is." The dwarf scratched his messy hair, and the loud voice interrupted Barrett's thoughts. "However, you have often mentioned her to me, hehe."

The short man gave the barbarian a wretched smile. Barritt didn't really see the smile on the blurred face with indistinguishable facial features, but he felt that it should be a very wretched smile.

"What have I said?" he asked.

"One moment you said she was a young girl with burgundy hair, then she was a middle-aged woman living in a desert kingdom; The corners of her eyes are covered with the wrinkles of the years. But whether she is a young girl in her prime or a half-old milf, she is a woman full of personality. A woman of personality!" The dwarf repeated, " A woman who can live well without you. That's what you told me anyway."

Are these what I said? Barrett was deeply skeptical. No way, I don't have a bard's mouth like a lark.

He looked at the dwarf named "Ghosn" with the eyes of a madman, and could not help but suspect that the brain of this fully-armed little tin can was not normal.

"Stop talking about this, let's go quickly, the tree in front should give us shelter from the rain." The dwarf pointed to the distance and said.

Barrett looked in the direction the dwarf pointed, and found a dense fir tree standing alone on a dune in the distance.

The fir tree was so tall, its sturdy trunk inserted straight into the sky, and its lush canopy even penetrated the thick ink-like clouds.

Did I not find such a big tree before? Barrett fell into deep doubts again, but his footsteps continued to follow the dwarf forward.

The fir tree seemed to be far away, as if it was in the sky, but the two of Barrett didn't walk long before they came to the foot of this tree.

When he got closer, Barrett realized that the thick trunk of the fir tree was like the city wall of the Mist Castle. If he wanted to make a complete circle, it would take at least one meal. The dark taupe-brown bark of the fir tree is covered with golden veins, and the gleaming veins seem to have patterns imprinted on them.

Barrett walked in and took a look, and found that the golden lines were actually made of pure gold coins arranged one by one. Each gold coin is printed with the king's head, and he roughly identified it:

The bald head wears a red tearstone crown, his forehead is full of tattoos, and there is a circle of heather flowers around him. It is the founding king of Nord, Ragnar I; he wears a griffin crown, and there is a day on the left and right sides of the head. The symbol of the moon is the most famous king of the Griffin Kingdom. He has only been on the throne for one day, but he is deeply loved by the people. With clouds and light, with a powerful expression, he is the founding king of the holy kingdom of Arathor, To'o I. The founding king stipulated that the gold coins of the Holy Arathor Kingdom were only allowed to use his portrait, and none of his descendants had the right to print their portraits on the gold coins.

There are many kinds of gold coins, and there are many portraits of kings, and Barrett can only distinguish a small part of them. He stretched out his hand and stroked the shiny gold coins along the lines, thinking about whether he could dig it out a little.

"Do it if you want, don't care what I think." The dwarf stood at Barrit's feet and looked up at him.

"Who the **** cares about your opinion." Barrett said angrily. "If it wasn't for the size of the tree, I could even cut down the whole tree and take it with me!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled the gold coins one by one with both hands. But these gold coins seemed to be cast on a tree, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it.

"Damn it!" The barbarian shouted angrily, and slammed his right fist on the fir tree. The tree lines did not move, but a light spot fell from the top.

The spot of light rolled over and fell in front of Barritt, who frowned and bent over to pick up the spot of light.

The light spot lying in Barrett's palm was an ordinary gold coin, but the head printed on the front of the gold coin made him feel a little familiar-it was a freckled woman, wearing a low-cut long dress and wearing a A crown of thorns. There is also a gallows full of slings standing next to his head, obviously this is not a king known for his kindness.

"Has any country ever had a queen?" Barrett looked at the gold coin in his hand and wondered.

Chapter end