Open Your Quest Log Chapter 6

After watching Jon the Snake and his accomplices walk away, Barrett put his hand down from the hilt of the sword and sighed deeply. That guy is also a poor man.

The barbarian adventurer knew that 'Jon the Snake' was born in a run-down noble family, and also knew that the guy didn't like his nickname very much, so he had frequent disputes with the adventurers who called him nicknames.

In a dispute because of this nickname, the dispute turned into conflict and fighting. Jon the Snake Lizard was not as good as others. His left hand was cut off with a two-handed sword, and he was also hit in the chest. Fortunately, the inlay on his body The quality of the nailed leather armor is still excellent, so he can breathe a sigh of relief.

In order to save him, the mother of 'Jon the Snake' sold the few remaining properties, and bought a healing potion called 'Filinka's Broken Limb Regeneration Potion' from the mage, and then took his left hand back. After lying in bed for three months, he basically recovered. And this dilapidated family is even more down-to-earth, and it is not as good as an ordinary farmer.

But now it seems that 'Jon the Snake' is much more mature than before, at least he won't be annoyed and confronted with swords just because others use his nickname to ridicule him a little bit.

Life always makes everyone "mature", because immature ones have already "died".

Barrett continued to move forward, and there were always people greeting him along the way, or reaching out to pat the petrified cowhide armor on his body. After all, the scaly cowhide of the petrified cow is a good material for making leather armor, and a set of good leather armor is what every adventurer longs for.

He passed by a tent built among the thorns, which is where the "cute people" lived. He used to visit a lot, but now is obviously not the right time. After walking a little further, Barrett stopped by a stall selling "Tear Sedge."

"Hey, 'Crow', long time no see." He greeted the stall owner.

The stall owner was playing with a wooden artificial eye with his right hand, while his left hand kept scratching his empty left eye, "Oh! Isn't this Mr. Feeder, our most respected Mr. Feeder! I didn't expect you to In the 'Bay of Pigs'." The stall owner blinked his one eye, his expression respectful, but his tone was somewhat mocking.

Barrett ignored the mockery and casually said, "Winter is finally over, isn't it, everyone is busy again."

The stall owner stuffed the fake eye back into the hole, "The 'forest' also woke up from hibernation. I must be very hungry. Are you preparing 'food' for it?"

You are good food, especially your left eye, Barrett thought to himself. The crow's left eye was taken away by the crow. This is not a tongue twister, but a rather ironic fact.

"No, I'm not planning to form a team for the time being. Let's see how this year goes." Barrett replied.

"What about the dwarf who was always with you before?" the stall owner asked jokingly, "I was fed by you too? But I have to say, if I were you, I would do the same thing, that dwarf's mouth is too big It's poisonous, and I don't know how you can bear it..."

"Don't say these are useless." Barrett interrupted the stall owner, "Tell me some interesting things that happened recently."

The dwarf, he disappeared, during that underground adventure a few months ago.

Maybe I shouldn't have gone to the Muya city-state to accept the mission at that time, and Barrett felt a little regretful in his heart. The location of the mission was an underground world he was not familiar with at all, where they were attacked without even knowing who the attackers were.

Both he and the dwarf were stunned by the invisible attacker. After waking up, the dwarf disappeared, and this strange change happened to him...

"Too many things have happened recently." The one-eyed Crow scratched his left eye again, "But my memory is not very good."

Could it be worse than your eyesight? Barrett took out three silver coins from the cowhide bag, "I guess these will evoke your memory." He threw the silver coins to the stall owner.

If Ray knew I was spending so much money, she'd hang me on the gallows, then you, Barrett looked at the stall owner, and then took the silver out of your body, he thought to himself. . If she were the queen, she would definitely do it.

The stall owner reached out and grabbed the air, and the silver coins passed through the cracked palm of the 'raven', but he didn't catch a single one.

"Damn, you are teasing me!" The stall owner bent down with difficulty and picked up the silver coins on the ground, "If the stupid bird that should be in the soup pot ate my eyes, let alone silver coins, even a A fly flew right in front of my eyes, and I could hit its 'dick' with a flying axe. You know, I used to have that power!"

He wasn't lying, Barrett knew that 'The Raven' used to be called the 'Falcon Eagle', which was a positive nickname, like Barrett's previous 'Dragon Slayer' (although it was a terrestrial dragon). ), he had nothing to be ironic about at the time.

"You should thank the bird, at least the pain woke you up." Barrett picked up a small bundle of "tear sedge" and sniffed it under his nose, "or you'd lose more than just an eyeball. ."

"It's not much better than dying now." The stall owner straightened up and let out a deep sigh of relief, "What exactly do you want to know?"

I want to know what kind of changes have happened to me, to know if that dwarf partner with a poisonous mouth is dead or not, to know how to become a mage, there are so many things I want to know!

"How many teams have gone to the Misty Forest?" he asked.

"Not counting today, it should be six." The stall owner spit on the ground, "'Pickled Olives', 'Dragon's Hang', 'Iron Throne', and three unknown teams. Two of them They're all new faces, and the other one probably won't come back." 'The Raven' has only one eye, but can 'see' many things, "because they found 'Good Man Phil' as a guide.. …”

It was estimated that he would not be able to return. Barret nodded inwardly, "Is the 'Iron Throne' still not scattered?" He asked in surprise.

"Not yet. Although six leaders have died, there will always be people who are not afraid of evil who want to receive them." The stall owner smiled, "Actually, I really hope you can lead them, I want to see what happens. Did you 'feed' the idiots in, or did the idiots kill you."

My life is harder than everyone's, Barrett thought to himself. In previous adventures, he actually did the most dangerous and deadly part of the work, but he was still the one who survived in the end.

After chatting briefly with the 'raven', Barrett was ready to leave.

"By the way, today there are some strange people from the Bay of Pigs recruiting guides. I heard that the pay is very generous. If you are bored, you can go and have a look. Those people should be near the stall that sells pig offal."

Barrett nodded, turned back and walked back, and when he passed the "thorn tent" again, a fresh orange flew to him from not far away. He stretched out his hand to hold the "hidden weapon" and looked in the direction the "hidden weapon" flew from.

Outside a colorful tent stitched among the thorns, a woman in a gray-pink linen robe leaned against a dwarf chestnut tree outside the tent and looked at the barbarian adventurer with a smile.

Barrett knew her, a lovely girl who loved 'Silver Griffin' and 'Golden King'. Unlike Rey, she's a real "cute".

The barbarian adventurer had visited her tent many times, and he still remembered the woman's skin as white as suet hidden under a linen robe, and the white and pink of her breast, and her hot and fiery flames. Respond ......

Such women also have nicknames, which, like most adventurers' nicknames, have a strong sense of irony, so Barrett never calls them. He only called her by her first name—Elizabeth Roussey.

Elizabeth didn't speak, she just smiled and looked at Barrett silently. Manzi knows that she is a woman who is not good at words, or in other words, she doesn't need words, just a look, a movement, and a soft gasp can let you know what she wants to express.

Barrett took out a 'Silver Griffin' from his cowhide bag and threw it to Elizabeth, but said to the latter, "Not today..."

Elisabeth reached out her hand to take the silver coin skillfully, and turned her body around in a fast circle, letting her robes dance, revealing her white body that was hidden underneath. "I'm waiting for you!" She blew a kiss to Barrett and watched with a smile. he is gone.

A silver coin for a fresh orange and a kiss is a really good deal. Barrett thought to himself. Elizabeth always said that his 'remuneration' was as generous as those of the mages. When she said this, her tone was not like a metaphor, but as if she really knew how generous those mages were. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Could it be that there is really a wizard who has taken care of her business? Barrett shook his head inwardly. According to his understanding of the mage, although the guys who can use magic are really generous, it is almost impossible for them to be controlled by their lower body. What's more, if a mage really visited her, she might not need to stay in the 'Bay of Pigs'...

Barrett peeled the orange as he walked, and threw the peel on the side of the road. The fresh oranges had a pleasantly sweet and sour taste that gave Barrett an appetite even if he had just eaten. He stuffed the ugly peeled oranges into his mouth and ate it with juices all over his hands and mouths.

Turning to another road, Barrett saw that there was no way out of the water surrounded by people not far away, and many adventurers gathered next to a stall selling pig offal. It seems to be having some fun.

In the 'Bay of Pigs', most meats are made into portable jerky, pork jerky, beef jerky, rabbit jerky, lizard jerky, even goblin jerky sold by unscrupulous merchants, etc. and many more.

Jerky is one of the essential foods for adventurers to explore in the wild. After all, adventurers are a profession that requires a lot of physical strength - survival in the wild, long-distance travel, frequent battles... So meat is usually a must. of.

Even in many cases, the jerky that is smoked and dried, dried and then smoked can be used as currency among adventurers, at least they are much harder than the 'Golden King'.

The crowd in front of them gathered more and more, and every passing adventurer stopped there, craned their necks and tried to look at the core of the crowd. Barrett also walked towards the crowd, thinking that the strange person mentioned in the mouth of the 'raven' should be there.

Chapter end